Ezekiel

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]That's a good point. Meh, it could work out I suppose. but ULX-baby hasn't replied to this thread in ages so he may not even be thinking of doing it anymore. Which would be a shame, he really should push ahead especially with all the good ideas people have given him. I still like the idea of a Parody, personally, and I would be willing to help if you ran out of ideas, hon.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]You don't sound stupid at all, I think it's very right what you said about love and I couldn't put it better myself. I want to add something else, though. I view love as a battle, now I may only be 15 but bare with me here. Love is something that you have to fight for; something that you know no matter what the circumstances you will get through it. If you reach the stage where it seems that you can't fight any more, then that love is dieing out. That's how I feel at the moment, and it isn't nice. It depends on how you view it as to whether or not love is necessarily a good thing in some cases, heh. But, when people find their true love I think it can be the most wonderful thing in the world. In the last couple of years since I've started dating and wishing for someone to 'love me' I've lived by the motto; 'Everyone has a true love, but they just need to find them.' Love is Russian Roulette with a hot pink Magnum ^_~[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkOrange][SIZE=1]There is one flaw with the idea of having Cristine's child and the Phantom's child meet. That flaw is that the idea of the Phantom is mystery and fear, yes? Now why does the Phantom wear a mask on one side of his face: because he was horribly disfigured since birth and beaten to oblivion turning him into a spiteful and bitter man. Somehow I don't think he'd be able to find a woman to concieve his child OR if his child would have a disfigurement OR if he would turn into the same spiteful, bitter person who haunts an Opera house that by the time he reached the right age may not even be there any more. Just felt that I should point that out ^_~ I personally think a parody would be good, Trev couldn't ruin this classic, he writes this kind of stuff too well. Of course, I'd only support the idea of a Parody if I was in it, heh heh.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Orange]Omerta sighed and drifted slowly over the city, she really, really was not in the mood for fighting today. If someone needed her, she would help...reluctantly. She sneezed again and wobbled in the air, sniffing and wiping her nose. [I]Ugh...this cold sucks.[/I] A loud crash and a ball of energy aimed in her direction caught her attention and she spiralled out of the way in time, her arm getting singed from the ball of power. She winced and looked down at the ground to see Angel and Kage fighting with what looked to be a load of Cy-Drones enhanced with the yellow tech. She soon realised that they were severely outmatched and if one of the seven decided to turn up, they would be wiped out. She made a straight dive for the ground and landed next to Angel who looked slightly shocked for a few seconds before the fact that she had landed registered. [B]"Nice of you to join us."[/B] he said politely, keeping both eyes on the students in front. [B]"Yes, well, safety in numbers and all that jazz."[/B] Omerta smiled and sneezed slightly, glaring at the Cy-Drones ahead. [B]"Kage?"[/B] Her friend appeared next to her and nodded, [B]"This will be tough, better hope the others turn up soon."[/B] Angel and Omerta nodded and turned their attention from their leader to the enemy ahead. Another energy ball was launched their way and the three scattered leaving the smoke to clear from a large crater in the street. Omerta cursed softly and levitated a few meters from the ground, a ball of thunder forming in her gloved hands. She kept her eyes on a group of about 4 Cy-Drones that were advancing on Kage who was busy making a weapon to hopefully wipe them out in one go. Angel could see he would make it in time and distracted the Cy-Drones as they were about to launch and attack, he spiralled around them and flew up higher leaving their middles exposed. Omerta took aim and blasted them backwards, by then Kage was finished with his weapon and wiped the four out in a single, powerful blow. The three worked as a perfect unit, if they could keep this up they would do fine.[/COLOR] [B]OOC Ugh, I suck at battle posts.[/B][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Orange][SIZE=1]I can see your point with your comment on the second stanza, I guess it's because I tried to include the other person, maybe it seems like I've changed characters. Not sure how I would fix that =/ so I'll have to keep it that way. The person is supposed to want to be alive, but not suffer through the pain...so, yeah, awful descision for one to make. Thanks for the comment, I appreciate it. ^_^[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]I'm a bit late...I fear that this RP will get me back into Teen Titans, curse you![/B] [COLOR=Orange][B]Name:[/B] Jamie Nesbitt [B]Codename:[/B] Omerta [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] [B]Weapons?:[/B] Blow darts that have a diluted poison inside of them, it will not knock a person out but will cause the limb to go numb. The darts are enhanced so that they will pierce even string armour. Powers: Jamie uses the Purple Tech and her magic powers are quite formidable. She can fly and cast many small spells, her favourite being the fireball and thunderbolt. She can also create small shields, but they do not last for long. [B]Personality:[/B] Jamie can be a little...obsessive when she finds something that she likes. At the moment, she is obsessing over her new computer system and gets onto it whenever she has the chance. Like Cyborg, she is very intelligent and builds her own weapons and equipment and is very proud of most of her inventions. She can be a little cocky at times, but that's only around those who she knows will take it as a joke. Around others, even enemies, she is silent and concentrates, sometimes the others are slightly creeped out by this part of her personality. She is prone to going completely silent in the middle of a conversation, sometimes diving for her notebook with a new idea, or sometimes just sitting still, staring at the floor. [B]Biography:[/B] It was not Jamie who chose the alias 'Omerta' in fact, it was her friends. The Mafia used the term 'Omerta' meaning keeping silent. If anyone was involved with the Mafia, they had to keep 'Omerta', if they broke it, they were simply found and killed. It is because of Jamie's habit of keeping so quiet during a battle that her friends chose this name in particular. Her past is pretty blurry, she doesn't speak about it much and only when she's either been very drunk or very depressed has she let out key parts of information. Her friends know that her parents divorced after her father walked with another woman and got her pregnant, Jamie also spoke about a brother who she hadn't seen in many years, she fears that with the way he was going, he ended up getting mixed up with Blood somehow as he was also gifted with powers. She rarely likes to talk about her family and doesn't ask questions of anyone, she doesn't feel like she has a right to intrude with anyone's personal affairs. She is, however, very loyal and will always stick with her friends. Even if some of them do annoy her at times...[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Orange][SIZE=1]Hey, looks like something sensible comes our way from you, Adahn ^_~ Seriously though, I often think about whether I should be ashamed of something or not, you summed it up pretty nicely with; [QUOTE]However, there are a couple perversions of shame. One is that you should be ashamed of something because other people say it's wrong. Another is to consider something right because other people say it's wrong (nonconformity).[/QUOTE] That is very, very true. There are many times when I've done something that others have said was wrong, I hadn't felt ashamed or guilty up to that point but suddenly I feel like a bad person. Some people use this fact to guilt trip people and friends have used it on me before, but by now they know I'm not one to apologise for something if I don't think it's needed. When I think about it, I believe that [B]shame[/B] and [B]guilt[/B] are very closely related. A lot of the time if I've done something that I [I]know[/I] is bad I first feel ashamed that I did it/didn't think straight, then the guilt sets in. The two work together to make one feeling, I think. Mm, can't think of any good examples at this moment without delving too deep into my relationships issues, heh, maybe later.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SeaGreen]Imogen sighed, glad that Saturday was only a half-day of school. She smiled slightly at Aaron and the gesture was returned along with a one armed hug as her best friend closed his bag over. [B]"Art class next?"[/B] her voice came out slightly croakier than usual and Aaron raised an eyebrow but chose not to mention anything about it. [B]"Yeah, that's right,"[/B] he replied, [B]"How was English?"[/B] Imogen shrugged and changed the subject to something else, ignoring Aaron opening his mouth to ask her the usual question of [I]'What's wrong.'[/I] The pair continued walking across the lush green lawns of St. John's taking in the fresh air that only the English country could provide. There was only a small village that had the total of maybe one car in it so the vegetation was most beautiful all year round. Each year there was a fayre held in the school ground, it was only a month away and the scaffolding for the tent was already lying strewn across the front garden. Imogen looked at it and scowled, since it was a boarding school everyone was obliged to attend the event. This year was her year?s turn to organize the dance, which meant music, drinks and the theme. She hated the dance, she was always the last to get asked, if ever and she knew that Aaron only asked out of the goodness of his own heart. Her glasses slipped down her nose and she caught them just in time, turning to see Aaron's gaze fixed firmly on her eyes. [B]"What's wrong, you?re crying..."[/B] Imogen gasped softly and wiped her eyes quickly, [B]"It's nothing, please don't worry."[/B] Imogen saw someone she knew, but wasn't friends with and decided to use him as a scapegoat. [B]"Hey, Donovan! Done your English homework?"[/B][/COLOR] ---- [B]Post one more lesson then it'll be the end of the school day, Saturdays will only have two lessons, Sunday and Wednesdays are free days. Feel free to make suggestions for the dance theme in the underground, when it gets closer to the time I'll ask for you to write a description of your outfit in there. Also, start thinking about who you're going to ask as a date ^_~[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SeaGreen]We're doing euthanasia in RE now, and one of the tasks we were set was to write a poem on euthanasia. I actually didn't think I would be able to, but hey! I managed to get a few 'aaws' from my class, hurrah! [CENTER][I]Hopeful eyes searching For some light in my own The fire once burning Left long, long ago A hand reaches out To grasp at my fingers I suffer a smile As her sad kiss lingers Once I was strong Could depend on myself Now my soul is far-gone Doctors, please, give me help[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][SIZE=1]Great sign ups, I'm truly chuffed that people are signing up to this again. One thing though, we have enough Twisted Zen so I would like to ask if people started either being in Kittychanann's gang or if they made their own. ( I don't want too many though, three max.) I'd also like a couple more boys, no more girl sign ups for now. This RP only works really well if we have quite a few people, so sign ups will be open for a while.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Gray]Sumiyaka looked to the other two women and they nodded, knowing that for this night she would take the lead against the common foe, Kuroichi. The vampire stood in the middle of his floor, whether he could see it in her face or sense it himself, he knew that there wouldn't be any battles tonight. He sheathed his Katana and Sumiyaka smiled sweetly, swaying her hips subtly as she walked over to him. She noted the trickle of blood left on his neck and sighed inwardly; somehow her old mannerisms escaped her when she was around Kuroichi. She put a hand out and rested it on Kuroichi's shoulder, he snarled and was about to swat it away when he noticed Sumiyaka's tongue flick across her lips as she eyed his pale skin. That hesitation was all the woman needed and she leant forward, slowly running the tip of her tongue across Kuroichi's neck, savouring the taste of the blood left behind. Kuroichi growled and pulled back a little slower than he usually would have, Sumiyaka smirked and eyed him knowingly as he seemed to shift uncomfortably in his coat. He coughed and started to unhook buttons casually, throwing his coat over a high backed oak armchair. He bowed his head slightly and swept Sumiyaka aside with certain amount of coldness in his attitude. She merely smirked. [B]?Drinks, ladies?? [/B] he asked politely, though his movements weren?t as fluent as usual, he seemed stiff and too precise. Sumiyaka watched eagerly, she could feel him getting uncomfortable under her smug gaze. A muscle in his cheek twitched and the silver haired man whirled around to face Sumiyaka, anger in his cold eyes. [B]?Woman, I fail to see how you get so much enjoyment out of pestering me?? [/B] his voice was low but menacing and Sumiyaka took that as a sign to leave, maybe her true objectives hadn?t been achieved for tonight, but she wasn?t expecting the arrival of Keitha and Lana. [B]?Ladies, I think it?s time we took our leave of Kuroichi.?[/B] The two other vampires nodded and they left leaving one last look with Kuroichi and Sumiyaka. She nodded and they smiled politely, [B]?The wind will leave you with a message, I suggest we meet tomorrow.? [/B] They nodded in agreement, Lana waved and then they were gone, leaving Sumiyaka and Kuroichi behind. Kuroichi looked ready to throttle his guest on the spot but somehow had the willpower to resist, a small crackle of impatient power flashing around his fingers. Sumiyaka leant forward and blew softly in his ear, slipping her hand into one of his back pockets, leaving her room number on a piece of paper and the simple message of [CENTER][I]?See me tonight so we can talk properly??[/I][/CENTER] Kuroichi scowled as she blew him a kiss and slammed the door once she had left, leaving Sumiyaka with a very satisfied grin on her face.[/COLOR] [B]OOC This is your best RP to date, ULX, I'm enjoying it immensly. Oh yes, Duo and amgoddess, sorry about ushering your characters out so off handedly, but I have some plans for our dear Kuroichi, feel free to steal him for yourselves when I'm done, heh heh. If you really are unhappy with what I've done, however, feel free to PM me and I'll edit.[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1] [CENTER][COLOR=Gray][B][U]Emotions[/U][/B] ?Monsters exist, you know. They exist in the heart, soul and mind of every person on this Earth. Some are contained; locked away by those who are strong enough to resist them, resist the emotions of Lust, hate, anger, envy, and even Love. It?s come to be, with all this hate and pain in the world, that Love is the cure, the emotion to defeat those monsters. But no. Love turns brothers against each other, can turn a friendship into hatred. Love is formed from Lust, it must be. All relationships have the sole foundation of Lust and want; they sometimes turn into Love and need, a profound need for one person. But consider this; what if the one true love in your life came to you, telling you so plainly that they had feelings for another. This person is the one! They are yours no one else?s, but now you feel insecure...replaced. Are you not good enough? Not all that your partner wants and needs? Now, how do you feel towards the person who has stolen part of your love away? You hate them. You hate them with every fibre of your being because they are the cause of your hurt and pain. The cause of your doubt and the cause of your distrust for the one person who you thought you could turn to. Suspicion is a horrid thing; it takes your heart into its cold hand and tightens its fist until you are drained of all your love, void of happiness and joy. That place is somewhere no one wants to be. It is dark and it is lonely, I know because I?ve been there. Take this to heart, Love is the worst thing to feel and it will hurt you more than any injury ever could. The world would be a much better place without it.? [B]An awkward silence graced the room as the scrape of a metal chair against tiles sounded followed by a girl taking her seat, her essay resting in front of her, grasped tightly in her right hand as she wiped away tears with the other. Her teacher stood, silent for a moment before smiling warmly, gesturing for applause. A small smile flitted across the girls face, but it lasted for only a moment. She looked across the room to another girl, one who clearly hadn?t been listening to what she had read. A sigh passed her bitten lips but her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her desk followed by her English teacher?s warm voice, ?Miss Nesbitt, that was excellent, an ?A? grade for you.? ?Miss Nesbitt, formally known as Imogen, raised her head and nodded in thanks, sniffing softly as the last of her tears dried on her flushed cheeks. She liked writing usually but when she got the highest grade in the class for something based on her own experiences she wasn?t so happy. Not when it brought back so many bad memories. Another sigh and Imogen asked to be excused. The scrape of her chair sounded around the murmuring room again as she got up and left, taking in the fresh air outside. Imogen traced two fingertips from her lips down to rest above her heart, another tear slowly working it?s way down her cheek. She hated him now and she hated her, too. It dawned on the teen that falling in Love had essentially caused her to loose herself, but she has gained something else as a compensation?it seemed. Not a power, no, she didn?t believe in magic. A gift would definitely describe it better. She now saw people for what they really were, a gift to see their auras and emotions. Sometimes it wasn?t pleasant but at times this ?gift? came in handy. It was at this moment in time that Imogen decided to check her aura. Looking into the classroom she saw the blond and closed her eyes, focussing on the other girls soul, her essence. As Imogen had expected all she saw was a murky yellow colour, the colour of boredom. She sighed, disappointed that she didn?t find anything of interest but as usual she shrugged it off, messing with other peoples lives what not what she wanted and she would not let herself turn into the monster trying to break free.[/B] ****[/COLOR][/CENTER] [B]I'm accepting everyone even though you haven't finsished your sign ups. Please do try to get them done ASAP. I understand that lots of people are short of time, heck, I haven't even done my own bio but we all know the basic idea of each other, eh? Heh heh, so, without further a do, I bring you [I]Emotions[/I]... We begin with a Saturday afternoon, just general milling around, talking, whatever. Imagine the school to be like an old English castle, so go wild with the descriptions of the grounds and school itself. There is an old abandoned Church that some people hang out in occasionally. No chapter system this time, we're going old school.[/B][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Gray][SIZE=1]Hon, when you come online I will tell you all the juicy ideas I had for my own version of this. Yes, I did think about it. Aren't I clever? After seeing the play on [I]Broadway[/I]....[/gloat] It was quite amazing, I have to admit. I was thinking of doing it as an RP or possibly an OB parody, Though the latter didn't seem like such a good idea with my lack of enthusiasm and parody-ish skillz (with a 'z'!). Yeah, so...I think RP is the way to go for this particular thing. Something I considered was either; a) Using each song as the start of a chapter and posting it as the introduction then acting out what the song was about. Though, the problem with that is that it would take people more time and effort to get good quality posts. b) Pretend that it was a play and the RPers were actors playing the characters from Phantom of the Opera. Have a [I]real[/I] Phantom kidnap the actor and take his place, fall in love with the lead actress etc. Yeah, that's my ideas. ^_~ Now come online so I can [strike]annoy[/strike] [strike]seduce[/strike] talk to you.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Gray]Sumiyaka was slightly displeased that the one who opened her door was a woman. Her first thought was that it was a local whore that Kuroichi had sent upstairs ahead of him. Then she saw her weapon and obviously vampiric eyes. The fact that Keitha followed was also a dead give away. [B]"So, the Shadow Assassin and her companion has decided to join us..."[/B] Keitha started when she heard the voice, remembering it form the few times that she had heard Sumiyaka. Although they had never met they knew each other instantly. While Sumiyaka could never forget Keitha's striking appearance, the Shadow Assassin would never be able to forget Sumiyaka's cool and smooth voice. They were not enemies, not rivals, merely contestants in a sick game for Kuroichi's head....or ulterior motives, as it seemed for Sumiyaka. The latter stood and inclined her head, brushing away the stray bangs that drifted in front of her eyes. She smiled at Keitha and her currently unknown companion, holding out one hand, [B]"Sumiyaka, ex Gwyar member. Kuroichi hunter, if you will..."[/B] Keitha stifled a chuckled and the other woman laughed softly, taking Sumiyaka's hand and shaking it lightly, [B]"Currently I have no major qualms with our dear Kuroichi, though he seems like a rather interesting character. Lana."[/B] [B]"Interesting would be a way to describe him. It's a pleasure, Lana. Keitha."[/B] Sumiyaka returned to her place on the bed and gestured for the two women to join her. They nodded and sat, relaxing on Kuroichi's rather spacious Queen size mattress. [B]"Keitha."[/B] The Shadow Assassin nodded to Sumiyaka, acknowledging her before motioning for her to continue. [B]"I fear that Kuroichi has left to meet with you, I was assured by my...friend...that you would be with him tonight. I was worried that he would came back with your head or too tired to entertain me..."[/B] she laughed at her own joke and Keitha chuckled once again, nodding to herself more than anything else. [B]"Well, I didn't expect him to show, hence the reason why Lana and I decided to come and pay him a visit."[/B] Lana cut in, addressing Sumiyaka rather than her companion, [B]"He'll get quite a shock when he finds three beautiful women on his bed."[/B] [B]"Yes,"[/B] Sumiyaka replied, somewhat spitefully, [B]"I'm sure he won't know what to do with himself..."[/B][/COLOR] [B]OOC PWNT, baby, you know what I mean ^_~[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=SeaGreen]Thanks a lot for signing up, guys, I'll start this today. Sign ups are still open. [B]Name-[/B] Imogen Nesbitt [B]Age-[/B] 16 [B]Gender- [/B] Female [B]Appearance- [/B] [URL=http://www.angelroms.com/anime/Anime%20Girls/School%20Girl/SchoolGirls-00026.jpg]Imogen[/URL] on an off day. [B]Subjects- [/B] ?Astronomy ?English Lit. ?Drama ?Art ?Basketball ?History [B]Personality- [/B] Imogen used to be very outgoing with lots of friends and even a few admirers. Now she is shut in and has grown to be a recluse with only one friend that she feels she can depend on, Aaron. He doesn't know about her gift and she is determined to keep it that way, however she wishes that she could tell someone. She is afraid that if people knew they would all avoid her. Consider her gift some kind of perverse power that would let her see what others can't. She isn't very confident and often finds herself slipping into a low level of self-esteem. She finds it very hard to accept compliments form others but she really is trying to get better. [B]Bio-[/B] Brain dieing, I will get back to you on this -.-[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][RIGHT][COLOR=SeaGreen][U][B]The Things we do for Love...[/B][/U] A bright summer day marked the start of the weekend, school kids ran out of the gates of their so called prisons as fast as they possibly could to get home and enjoy the two days of freedom they so enjoyed. One girl ran across the street as she waved over her shoulder to her friends, she smiled as she saw her brother standing at the bus stop and she hugged him quickly when she reached him. He laughed and pushed her off and the two climbed onto the bus, bearing their passes to the usual driver. The Kagami twins were somewhat normal. Normal as any teenage twins come that is. Both of their parents left early and worked until late. One, their father, was a detective while their mother was a reporter and a good one at that. The twins had no qualms with their parents working hours, as long as they kept the money and expensive gifts coming home. As soon as the two teens crossed the threshold, the girl shot to her room while her brother stayed downstairs to fetch something form the kitchen. In a lot of ways the twins were drastically different, but on the surface that were very much alike. Most people even said that because of their similar hairstyles, they could be identical. [B]?Imi! We?ve run outta soda! I?m runnin? tah the store tah grab some, ?kay??[/B] Imi shuddered at her brother?s heavy accent and called out her reply in a maybe more forced voice, [B]?Okay, Isaac, and I do wish you wouldn?t sound so?common.?[/B] Yes, Imi and Isaac?s first minor difference had been identified. One, a boy mixed up with fights in school, the other a straight ?A? student with an eye for one particular boy in school. While Isaac was more interested in video games his sister was going through that awkward stage of having her first major crush. Unfortunately for her, he didn?t even know she was alive. This thought brought Imi crashing back down to reality and she sighed, heading to her desk to scribble in her diary. That?s when it hit her. Possibly the most insane and wonderful idea she had ever had. Isaac was her object of affections best friend, what better way to get close to him than to [I]trade places with Isaac?[/I] [B]?I?m a genius!?[/B] That was how it started. Imi began forming her plan in her head, she would spring it on Isaac the next day and would do all she could to convince him to agree, no matter what the cost of it would be. Of course, the girl over looked the fact that her school was run by notorious gangs and that Isaac had somehow gotten himself mixed up in all of that. In fact, she completely forgot. Next major difference, Isaac tended to remember the violent things that went on at school?[/COLOR] ----[/RIGHT] Some of you may remember the RP that I started about the middle of last year. Well, I decided to re-write the original storyline and repost it, just because Reise asked me so nicely. [U]Basic Idea:[/U] Imi is besotted with a boy at her school who doesn't even know she's alive. Isaac, her brother, happens to be this boys best friend and Imi has come up with a warped plan to swap places with her brother to get closer to her crush. Basically, she will be Isaac and Isaac will be Imi. The school has many gangs and even though the teachers know about them, they are too scared to do anything about it. Most of the kids belong to a gang unless they are too young or too weak. Now, even though Isaac is friends with (????), who is a big player in one of the gangs, he himself is not involved with any of them. Isaac is a great fighter whereas Imi is...not. She is a sheltered girl while her brother knows the streets, if you will. There are a few people who played certain parts last time, those are; [COLOR=Red]Reise-[/COLOR] Isaac Kagami and, [COLOR=Red]ULX-[/COLOR] Imi's crush (I'm not sure if he'll want to change the name he had previously). Other than those, there isn't anyone who has to come back as the character they played before, I don't think it will be too necessary since we're starting from scratch. You don't need to read the old thread, but if you want you can find it [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=40633&highlight=things+love]here[/URL]. Like I say, you don't need to read it but it might be nice to see the general way the story went. [B][U]Sign Up:[/U][/B] [B]Name: Gender: [/B] [B]Age:[/B] (12-17) [B]Appearance: Personality:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] (If it?s ?the one? then say that you are Isaac?s best friend) [B]Gang position: Gang name:[/B] Well, as usual my sign up will follow later. Hope this goes as well as the last version did.[/SIZE]

[COLOR=Gray][SIZE=1]Sumiyaka woke suddenly, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She wiped some sweat from her brow and shook her head, reaching out for her glasses. She blinked and stared into her bedside lamp, the lights brining her back to her senses slowly. [B]"That's absurd..."[/B] She refused to believe what she saw in her dream. Not in a million years would she...[I]ever[/I] want that to become some sort of twisted reality. She shook her head again and sat up. The wind knocked at the catches of her window and it came open, a light, warm summer breeze drifted through the caress Sumiyaka's clammy skin. She smiled and let out a sigh. [I]What is it?[/I] [I][COLOR=SeaGreen]He is hear, my Lady.... the one who you seek to kill...[/COLOR][/I] Sumiyaka froze before she began to laugh. It was a sinister laugh, like she knew it was all too true but didn't want it to happen. The wind blew harder against her face and she stopped, drawing in a sharp breath. [I]Tell him I want his blood. [COLOR=SeaGreen]But...[/COLOR] Go now![/I] Just as the wind receded around the room Sumiyaka came to her senses and beckoned for her friend and ally to halt. [I]I need to ask you one favour before you carry my message. [COLOR=SeaGreen]My Lady.[/COLOR][/I] Sumiyaka stood and straightened her nightgown before opening her bedroom door, crossing the corridor to the stairs leading up to the next floor. She knew where his room was; she could taste his scent in the air. But he wasn't in this building, no....the stench would be far worse if that was the case. [I]I assume he had a meeting with someone?[/I] The wind sighed in response and Sumiyaka nodded, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face. She began to climb the stairs to Kuroichi's room and once she got there she beckoned for the wind. Almost reluctantly, it rattled in the empty keyhole and in a matter of seconds, the door swung open, granting Sumiyaka passage. She smirked somewhat smugly and crosses the threshold into his room, looking around for any sings of the gems. Of course, there was none, Kuroichi was arrogant but he wasn't stupid and she suspected that he knew she was here. [I]Go, now. Give Kuroichi my message, tell him that I'm waiting... [COLOR=SeaGreen]Yes, Lady Sumiyaka...[/COLOR][/I] The wind left with its message and the woman sat on Kuroichi?s bed. She would wait for him tonight, not to fight with him but to talk...discuss things. Yes, discussion was all that would be needed...for now.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SeaGreen][SIZE=1]The Auras are just basically emotions and describing the colours for these Emotions as Auras seemed to make sense...yeah O_o;; Since my character can see peoples Auras/Emotions, that's the main role they will play. But since each of them affect the person and the people around them it is very important that people know exactly how one another is feeling. So, that's why I made the list just to clarify what all the different feeling are.... even if I did leave off hate...stupid me. Oh yes, I think I may be using the chapter system for this, as it seems to be quite effective. Sorry if that didn?t fully answer your question, Okhami, but it?s the best way to describe it, heh.[/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=Gray][SIZE=1]Well, most of what I would have said in this comment I said on MSN...therefore I am only posting now so that you can write the next chapter! Just so that I don't get yelled at by mods, I will comment on this chapter properly. Ell is great, much better than Kain and she's now my favourite character. Of course, Xai is still at the bottom of my list, keh heh. I'm really happy that you made Ell an uber-cool, slightly psycho female character instead of the stereotypical weak and depressed water chicks. Not that I've had much experience with them....[/babble] Write the next chapter. Now. Or else...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Gray]The small ship docked in Sydney harbour and a tall woman stepped off, the wind whipped around her as her cape billowed out behind. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, saying a short prayer before stepping off the pier and into the port town in search of a place to stay. She imagined that the other would have arrived or were at least on their way, Zoku would be looking for Kuroichi, no doubt. Keitha would be here, too...Kyu...maybe. Sumiyaka shook her head and continued walking, finding the nearest Inn. [COLOR=SeaGreen][I]You should watch yourself, my Lady...for I fear that he will find you....[/I][/COLOR] [I]I know, he has grown to be more powerful...[/I] Sumiyaka regretted talking about Kuroichi with some restrained respect, but even Dracula himself knew that he deserved it. The woman cursed again, damn that Kuroichi! Why couldn't she get his image form her mind, it was like a curse. [I]Are the Gods trying to torture me?[/I] She sighed as the wind caressed her face gently, trying to cheer her up and bring her from her darkened musings. [COLOR=SeaGreen][I]I will do my best to help you...[/I][/COLOR] [I]Thank you.[/I] The young woman reached her destination and shook out her wet hair, draping her cloak over one arm before walking to the front desk, smiling at the man standing to greet her. [B]"Room for one?"[/B] His voice was warm and Sumiyaka welcomed it, nodding her head politely as he drew some keys from the back wall. She took them and paid him for a three-night stay before taking leave in her room. This place would certainly be a lot more comfortable than any of the other grotty, back street Inns that the vampiress had been forced to stay in over the last few weeks. She sighed again and undressed, getting into her nightdress and flopping onto bed. Rolling over onto her back, Sumiyaka completed her usual night-time ritual of cursing Kuroichi to his grave and satisfied, fell asleep.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, I'm (obviously) starting this thread for any questions, suggestions or discussion pertaining 'Emotions'. Here follows the list of Colours for Auras and for Emotions, feel free to take one as your most usual Aura colour. Auras: ?Red-Anger, depending on how dark of a red this is. Usually shown as crimson right after the emotion has been triggered. ?Orange- Excitement, usually mixed with Yellow to convey happiness at a situation, or a situation to come. ?Yellow- Happy, sometimes also mixed with Orange. ?Murky Yellow- Bored, but not distressed. ?Orange- Excitement, usually mixed with Yellow to convey happiness at a situation, or a situation to come. ?Green- Envy, shown immediately after emotion has been triggered. This usually fades and mixes with either Red or Blue when the cause of Envy has left (ie situation has calmed down, person has left) ?Blue- Sadness, this aura usually sticks for a long time to come and can mix with other colours to show an alarming mix of colours, the aura does not fuse together but will expand, effectively suffocating the person absorbed by it and any person who can sense it. (Those would usually be best friends, parents, close siblings or those gifted with the power) This is a very hurtful emotion. ?Indigo- Guilt, usually goes with purple since the emotions are very close, can be confused easily. ?Purple- Regret, usually after something has happened to a person close to the affected heart, usually mixed with Blue to form a somewhat painful emotion. ?Cerise- Heart Ache, always associated with break ups or bad relationships. Not always with Blue or Purple, sometimes mixed with Red or Green. The latter is a bad combination and often causes those affected (usually female) to do out of character things. ?Pink (Light)- Soft Love, usually at the start of a relationship or at the height of an excellent friendship. ?White- This Aura is usually not a colour, but more of a glow that a person will give off. It shows unconditional love. Sometimes best friends have been known to share this but it is a rare aura, one that few people can share. Couples who are meant for each other will both have this aura and it is one that is rarely tainted. ?Black- This Aura usually goes to the persons eyes as well as creating a darker shadow and a black mist around the person. It symbolizes complete and utter hatred for one person. This is another Aura that is very rarely tainted and it is hard to make it leave. After a while, the person will change and others around will become affected. ([B]Thank you Quad[/B]) There we go, that's all of 'em. (Phew!) A note for everyone, it would make it easier for others and me that when posting (even though you can't see your own aura) that you give a clear idea of what colour it would be at the time. This RP is focussing around people's emotions (no, really?) and therefore it is imperative that you all keep that in mind when posting. Developing relationships, hate or love, is going to be a big thing with this and I really want to concentrate on how you all react to each characters feelings at the time. Like I mentioned with sadness, if a friend is sad, then I want your character to somehow feel their pain. So, again, please make it very clear how your character will be feeling. I think that's all...so...have fun and thanks for signing up ^_^[/SIZE]

[B][COLOR=SeaGreen][SIZE=1]I like everyone's sign ups so far, very well done. I'm going to go and make the underground thread now, but there may be some changes to it since my writing skillz are dead...yeah, skillz with a 'z'. *sigh* My sign up will follow eventually, I just really can't bring myself to write anything good at the moment. I think another one or two people would be lovely. I wish Legacy could join, but I know his internet is mucked up so that may not happen. Sonata, you have a place saved, my dear. Teacher has been saved for [COLOR=Red]JJRiddler[/COLOR].[/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][COLOR=Gray]Emotions ?Monsters exist, you know. They exist in the heart, soul and mind of every person on this Earth. Some are contained; locked away by those who are strong enough to resist them, resist the emotions of Lust, [COLOR=Red]hate[/COLOR], anger, envy, and even [COLOR=Pink]Love[/COLOR]. It?s come to be, with all this hate and pain in the world, that Love is the cure, the emotion to defeat those monsters. But no. [COLOR=Pink]Love[/COLOR] turns brothers against each other, can turn a friendship into hatred. [COLOR=Pink]Love[/COLOR] is formed from [COLOR=Magenta]Lust[/COLOR], it must be. All relationships have the sole foundation of [COLOR=Magenta]Lust[/COLOR] and want; they sometimes turn into [COLOR=Pink]Love[/COLOR] and need, a profound need for one person. But consider this; what if the one true [COLOR=Pink]love[/COLOR] in your life came to you, telling you so plainly that they had feelings for another. This person is the one! They are yours no one else?s, but now you feel insecure...[COLOR=Purple]replaced[/COLOR]. Are you not good enough? Not all that your partner wants and needs? Now, how do you feel towards the person who has stolen part of your [COLOR=Pink]love[/COLOR] away? You [COLOR=Red]hate[/COLOR] them. You [COLOR=Red]hate[/COLOR] them with every fibre of your being because they are the cause of your hurt and pain. The cause of your doubt and the cause of your distrust for the one person who you thought you could turn to. [COLOR=SeaGreen]Suspicion[/COLOR] is a horrid thing; it takes your heart into its cold hand and tightens its fist until you are drained of all your [COLOR=Pink]love[/COLOR], void of happiness and joy. That place is somewhere no one wants to be. It is dark and it is lonely, I know because I?ve been there. Take this to heart, [COLOR=Pink]Love[/COLOR] is the worst thing to feel and it will hurt you more than any injury ever could. The world would be a much better place without it.? [B]An awkward silence graced the room as the scrape of a metal chair against tiles sounded followed by a girl taking her seat, her essay resting in front of her, grasped tightly in her right hand as she wiped away tears with the other. Her teacher stood, silent for a moment before smiling warmly, gesturing for applause. A small smile flitted across the girls face, but it lasted for only a moment. She looked across the room to another girl, one who clearly hadn?t been listening to what she had read. A sigh passed her bitten lips but her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her desk followed by her English teacher?s warm voice, [B]?Miss Nesbitt, that was excellent, an ?A? grade for you.?[/B] ?Miss Nesbitt, formally known as Imogen, raised her head and nodded in thanks, sniffing softly as the last of her tears dried on her flushed cheeks. She liked writing usually but when she got the highest grade in the class for something based on her own experiences she wasn?t so happy. Not when it brought back so many bad memories. Another sigh and Imogen asked to be excused. The scrape of her chair sounded around the murmuring room again as she got up and left, taking in the fresh air outside. Imogen traced two fingertips from her lips down to rest above her heart, another tear slowly working it?s way down her cheek. She [COLOR=Red]hated[/COLOR] [I]him[/I] now and she [COLOR=Red]hated [/COLOR] [I]her[/I], too. It dawned on the teen that falling in [COLOR=Pink]Love[/COLOR] had essentially caused her to loose herself, but she has gained something else as a compensation?it seemed. Not a power, no, she didn?t believe in magic. A gift would definitely describe it better. She now saw people for what they really were, a gift to see their auras and emotions. Sometimes it wasn?t pleasant but at times this ?gift? came in handy. It was at this moment in time that Imogen decided to check her aura. Looking into the classroom she saw the blond and closed her eyes, focussing on the other girls soul, her essence. As Imogen had expected all she saw was a murky yellow colour, the colour of boredom. She sighed, disappointed that she didn?t find anything of interest but as usual she shrugged it off, messing with other peoples lives what not what she wanted and she would not let herself turn into the monster trying to break free.[/B][/COLOR] ****[/CENTER] [RIGHT]Merf, another romance?nothing too special but I needed to write and vent passed feelings that seem to be doing their best to hold onto me, heh. Basically, Imogen (I?ll be playing her) has had her heart broken in two by a boy who she felt sure she was in love with. After she managed to work past it she realised that she could see people?s auras and sense their feelings if she concentrated hard enough. She can either use this gift for personal gain or she can help people, at the moment she isn?t doing either very well, heh. This may get a bit confusing, so I will be starting an Underground thread for any questions. There is a list of Aura/Emotion colours that I will be adding to the Underground thread so it would be good if you had a look at that before you posted in the RP, at least. There are a couple of characters that will be key in this story, it would be good if people played them but it isn?t really necessary; ?Imogen?s ex-boyfriend (You can choose his name)- He claims that he has ?split feelings? i.e. He loves Imogen and this other girl at the same time. ?????s crush- she doesn?t like him back and is an attention seeker. She is very attractive and most of the boys like her. ?Imogen?s English teacher- he?s a really nice person and very helpful, he?s one of the few teacher?s that Imogen can talk to as a friend. [B][U]Sign up:[/U][/B] [B]Name[/B]- Sensible names, we?re in England [B]Age[/B]- 16-18 (Teacher is 27) [B]Gender[/B]- [B]Appearance[/B]- [B]Subjects[/B]- Choose six, all of the normal subjects that are taught in schools are here, but you can also choose from; ?Astronomy ?Fencing or, ?Horse Riding [B]Personality[/B]- [B]Bio[/B]- Doesn?t have to be too long, but quality is important. Note that this is a boarding school (St. John?s) so I?m more interested in why they go to this school and what their life here has been like for the last 4 years since they would have started. That should be all, until I make the actual Underground thread (which should be tomorrow) please send any questions to my Inbox.[/RIGHT][/SIZE]

[COLOR=Purple][SIZE=1]I requested a name change yesterday and I'm not sure when it'll get done, but I figure that I need a new banner (no, duh?). I didn't have any big plans for it, but my name will be changed to 'Omerta', which is the Mafia's code of silence, a golden rule that means death when broken. So I am now faced with two ideas. Either go with the saying 'Silence is Golden' and have a banner based around those colours with an angel's wing or something of the sort. Calm colours really, tans, silvers etc. and have the phrase 'Silence is Golden' written on it in Cursive (and my new name, obviously). Or, I could go with the Mafia idea and have a totally different banner, using shades of grey and maybe blood splatter across it, with red being the only colour for the whole banner. That one could have the phrase 'Keep this Silent' and my new name, as well. The avi for the banner would just be matching the banner and have my name on it. So, yeah, it's really up to you which one to make, if any, lol. I'd much appreciate it if someone could do this for me.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Purple][SIZE=1]Bloody Valentine, eh? I like the sound of that, heh heh. I should have visited this thread before, I know you've started the RP but maybe it would be a good idea to try out the chapter system if people start to post less or it gets out of control. I've never heard of the song you listed for Beth before, therefore I shall download it and hope that it's good ^_~ You need to update Azure Prince...or I may be forced to do something to your pants ¬_¬[/SIZE][/COLOR]