Ezekiel

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]I'm a terrible person; I left off so many people. [B]Kane:[/B] Because he's my idol for so many reasons and he's there to listen if need be. [B]Reise:[/B] Because he is the Sean! And he's awesome. [B]The Nameless:[/B] Got to one of my best online friends, I just haven't spoken to you in so long. You're a very talented guy who look cute in a soccer kit, what's not to like? ^_~ [B]Jokopoko:[/B] Being his Mistress aside, Will took me on as his protégé even though we'd hardly chatted. He's a wonderful and he's in the same country as me! [B]James:[/B] Because I'd actually like to suck up to him in real life =P Now, I think that's all, forgive me if I forgot anyone else O_o;; know that I love you all (even if I don't want to meet you XD)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Well, I'm glad to say that my family isn't wacky in a bad way. In fact, most members of my family are perfectly sane, aside from my Dad, my Uncle and myself. My Dad is by far the worse, he's very embarrassing, but once you've lived with him it becomes infectious (if you are that way inclined...like myself). I remember one instance where he and I had gone to the DIY store in the village where the main shopping High street is. We bought a broom handle and a bucket and the first thing my dad does when we have a few seconds of silence is grab the broom 'sit' on it and say [B]'Look, I'm Harry Potter!? [/B] He then proceeded to run down the centre of the pavement with the broom, pretending to play Quidditch. I walked the other way; unfortunately, he caught up to me, plonked the bucket on my head and told me to march. It was an?. interesting day, to say the least, once I actually did go along with it, it wasn't so bad ^_^;; My Uncle is just plain weird, his thoughts are so strange and he always thinks he?s right. He leaves himself open for so many of my snide remarks, then thinks that everyone is against him when they pull him up on his mistakes. I guess that's not wacky...just annoying. Heh, then there?s me, and I'm sane on these boards, I think life is an outlet for the frustrations I build up online![/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Vyne [B]Age:[/B] 23 [B]Race:[/B] Fairy [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.dreamworldstudio.net/artwork/gall_fanart/uneide_2peweekly_3.jpg]Vyne[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Vyne is somewhat of an adventurer. He is a nice person but always seems to get into trouble in some way or another, especially with the Pixies. Most females find him extremely attractive and he has been known to use this to his advantage, though most of the time he is just a happy go lucky, humorous and kind Fairy. He likes humans though he has never come into contact with one; he is one of the bravest in his village and is a fierce warrior, especially when protecting his loved ones[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]I'd like to meet [B]Legacy[/B], for obvious reasons. Also [B]Unborn Lord Xion[/B], 'cause that guy is the coolest, yo! [B]Eikou[/B] would be another so I can hug her for her wonderful work on my banners, I'd also like to meet [B]Hevn[/B] because she's so lovely I often find myself wanting to give her some kind of death snuggle. Oh, and I can't forget [B]JJRiddler[/B], maybe we'd get somewhere in our writings if we were face to face! And you, dear [B]Boo[/B], I'd like to meet you so I can knock you out for all those little insults you throw at me on MSN ^_~ And why have you not added me to the OAN?! *sad*[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]*is now officialy scared of Kane* *whimpers* Yay! I'm still in the story! Making mischief with Annie and terrorizing poor Dr. Kane, how wonderful. I was actually annoyed when the chapter finished, which is a good sign, now I really can't wait to read the second and I'm sure I won't be dissapointed.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Never saw the Suffering, actually, but I like this idea very much. Though, whenever anyone mentions hiding in a Mall from monsters, I can't help but think of 8 Legged Freaks ^_^;;. As Arcadia mentioned, it's good that you've added a little background to the actual setting of the RP, but more info would be appreciated on the things out to get us. I'm looking forward to this being in the Inn.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Well, to be exact I live in Netherton, Liverpool, England, United Kingdom. Come on you reds! *ahem* Sorry about that O_o; Liverpool is...okay, I guess. I know it's got a lot of culture, but when you live with it, it becomes less than exciting. New York was a blast, I envy American's and there huge supply of manga. *evil eye*[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]I must say, I loved that chapter the most. It's nice to see someone else other than Dragon Warrior getting picked on, and this gave me the boost I needed to visit Shin's site (finally). Looking forward to the next sexy chapter ^_~[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]Quincy lay back against the trunk of the tree, chewing a piece of grass slowly as she waited. She's been waiting for a while, longer than usual. Russia was a tough place to be in the winter, especially when you were without a home. The girl glanced down to the man on the street; he seemed to have stopped shivering. She jumped off her resting spot and walked to the now lifeless body, sighing deeply at the frozen, pained expression on the man's face. She looked behind her to see his soul, staring blankly out over the snow-covered park. Quincy didn't know Russian so she instead grabbed his wrist, giving him the warmest smile she could in the sub-zero temperatures. The man merely nodded and let her take her scythe, closing his eyes as the blade was brought down through his soul, sending him to Death to be judged. [B]"I hope he goes to Heaven, Lord knows he needs something better than this living Hell..."[/B] Quincy closed her eyes and sighed, before drifting into the darkness of the night, leaving for Thanatos. God, she needed rest...[/SIZE][/COLOR] [B][SIZE=1]OOC Note, I changed my appearance in the sign up thread.[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue][B]Name:[/B] Elizabeth ?Beth? Nesbitt [B]Callsign:[/B] Golden Lion [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=15&pos=9]Beth[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Beth is one who believes in the tactics of retreat rather than arrogant attacks. She sticks to her claim that retreat is nothing to be ashamed of and is only a method of self-preservation. Many think that this is merely because she is afraid of fighting, however, Beth is the opposite. She has a tactical way of thinking and always looks before she leaps, hesitation may be a bad thing for her when in a heated battle, but she always pulls through. She lacks in confidence and is somewhat of a recluse, however she will trust those who deserve it and remains loyal to her friends. [B]Biography:[/B] Beth was brought into a single parent family, her father having left to join the army, never returning to his wife. Beth?s mother was a nurse and a good one at that, though she still lacked the qualifications to become a doctor at one of the main hospitals in Novus Concordia. She always wanted her child to grow to become what she was, helping others to get through illness and war, she never could have imagined that Beth would become a Free Lance Hunter. Beth left home at the age of 19 and chose to train by herself, stories of the old wars fresh in her mind from studying. The old Library in one of Novus Concordia?s suburbs was her favourite visit; dusty books filled with information on the legendary Maverick Hunters enchanted the young Reploid and she longed to be like them. After honing her skills to a satisfactory level, or so she thought, Beth applied for a position as an X-Hunter, but because of both her age and certain imperfections, she was refused and told to become more of a skilled fighter. Now she prefers to stay Free-Lance, though she is at the beck and call of the X-Hunters, if they ever do need any help, she will try her best to assist. Beth remains loyal to herself, and only trusts those who earn it, she has many friends and few enemies, and as of yet she has not experienced a true battle. [B]Affiliation:[/B] Free-Lance, sides with X-Hunters if needed. Primary Weapon: Wrist Mounted Blade, can be charged with electricity or heated though it drains a lot of power. (Shown in Pic) [B]Secondary Weapon:[/B] Plasma Grenades. [B]Defensive Capability:[/B] Full Body Shield- The shield is like a gel of sorts that can protect from grenade blasts, flames, energy swords and other such attacks. Little to no protection from physical attacks such as bullets, fists or solid blades. Runs out quickly and takes approx. 5 minutes to be applied successfully.[/COLOR] [B]Well, I know I'm late but I hope that made the cut, I'll gladly change anything if need be.[/B][/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][I]So[/I] many memories...most of which are irrelevant to anyone but myself ^_^;; 1. Actually getting AIM because so many people on the OB have it. 2. Starting my first Shounen-ai RPG and meeting Legacy through it. 3. Finding out that Imric has a following. O_o Who knew... 4. Making a very amusing literati board with Mimmi, JJRiddler and Lady A (James wouldn't join in, bah!) 5. The Piro Revolution. 6. Otaku Hollow and other various DW productions. 7. Becoming Jokopoko's apprentice (and mistress ^_~) 8. Becoming Kane's apprentice after Jokopoko went away somewhere for a while T_T Me thinks that is all for me, I haven't even been here a year yet...but it's been wonderful. ^_^[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=RoyalBlue][COLOR=Silver][I][CENTER]I'm full of regret For all things that I've done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be ok to show My face 'round here Sometimes I wonder if I disappear[/CENTER][/I][/COLOR] Hot breath against the cold glass window, searching grey eyes looking out over the runway, a slow tear running down one cheek. She knows she has to go, too much pain has been caused with her being here?. no other choice, it seems. [COLOR=Silver][CENTER][I]Would you ever turn your head and look See if I'm gone Cause I fear[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR] She thinks of the one who caused her the pain, the one who she had to hurt in turn. His name still lingers on her lips, the smiles she used to enjoy while saying it, calling him, holding him. She missed his warm embrace, his lips on her skin, comforting her when she needed it most. Now he was with someone else, told her to leave him alone?. that he never wanted to see her again?. those words had broken her heart into a million pieces, [I]?I hate you??[/I] [COLOR=Silver][I][CENTER]There is nothing left to say to you That you wanna hear That you wanna know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful[/CENTER][/I][/COLOR] He wasn?t supposed to see her, he found her with him?a best friend from long ago. She didn?t even love him, didn?t want him, but he just kept coming back and she had no choice but to comply. But?Matt?he wouldn?t listen to what she told him, glaring her down with those cold, dark eyes. She had wept, wanted to hold him but he just wouldn?t listen! Now she had to get away?leave this horrid place for somewhere better?leave all the memories behind. [COLOR=Silver][CENTER][I]Your just innocent A helpless victim of a spider's web And I'm an insect Goin? after anything that I can get[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR] People had shunned her after the news reached them. Gossip spread like wildfire and Matt became the victim. People claimed that she was malicious, vindictive and manipulative and had used him only for money or sex. None of that was true?it was him who had come from nothing, him who had come to her for help! She didn?t even want to be a part of his life until he proposed to her, making her realise her true feelings for the man she had spent 3 years living with, lending him money for him to get back on his feet. Somehow all of that was forgotten, he was a likeable guy, now with a great job as a respected detective, helping those less fortunate than himself. She had done that for a desperate man once? [COLOR=Silver][CENTER][I]So you better turn your head and run And don't look back Cause I fear[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR] After all those rumours got back to her, had travelled the full circle and been changed beyond believe, she believed that she might as well give them some substance. She took everything from him that she could, breaking him back down to what he was before he knew her, a poor and helpless detective with no straight income. At least now the nasty rumours were a reality. She regretted it now?wondering why she had done those terrible things to him?maybe she expected him to come crying back, telling her that he still loved her and wanted to go as planned with the wedding. But nothing, he found someone else and settled down. She started to sob, banging the glass weakly. [COLOR=Silver][CENTER][I]There is nothing left to say To you That you wanna hear That you wanna know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver][CENTER][I]And I've done you so wrong Treated you bad Strung you along Oh shame on myself I don't know how I got so tangled up?.[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR] [B]?Last call for flight 1502, last call, will all passengers please go to Gate 4 and board the plane. Thank you, have a Happy New Year.?[/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=Silver][CENTER]----[/CENTER][/COLOR] [RIGHT]There are a couple of characters that are open for playing, other than that you can make up any character you want. [I]Matt[/I] [I]The Woman?s Ex-Best Friend[/I]- (Male) [I]Matt?s Current Girlfriend[/I] That?s it, I think, basically the woman, (who I?m playing) wants to leave her home because her relationship has fallen apart and she is still in love. Her Ex Best friend, who loves her but knows she doesn?t feel the same (that?s why he forced her into a ?compromising? position when Matt found them) comes to the airport and stops her, convincing her to stay with him were she can carry on living with him in the knowledge that she is loved. I won?t way any more because it may spoil the RP. Again, I?m toying with the idea of a chapter system. [B][U]Sign Up[/U][/B] [B]Name:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] (22+) [B]Appearance: Personality: Occupation:[/B] [B]Bio:[/B] Doesn?t have to be too long This is based in New York, and as always, my sign up will follow.[/RIGHT][/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1]It's a bit hard to make this post detailed, but I'll try just for you, Bio. I don't know if Sonata PMed you, but this thread is for her RP already in the Arena, it's just so everyone knows each others game character appearances rather than what the main character is like. Anywho, this is my character- [URL=http://membres.lycos.fr/virtualgirls/morrigan/Morrigan013.jpg]Sage[/URL] I have no idea how we're going to go about getting into the game, so Sonata, I'll let you guide me in that aspect seeing as my character's at your house. I just wanted to know, do our game characters act the same way as we do or can their personalities be different?[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Jamie Nesbitt [B]Age:[/B] 15 [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.angelroms.com/anime/Anime%20Girls/School%20Girl/SchoolGirls-00036.jpg]Jamie[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Jamie is someone who has been considered a recluse and a 'freak'. She has no friends in school and doesn't seem to want any, either, however she does always have a longing in her eyes when she sees a group of people together, or couples holding hands. Jamie is called 'creepy' by a lot of people because of her appearance and the way her eyes seem to search people, like she's looking right into them. Even though she is lonely, Jamie enjoys school and is well liked by the teachers for trying hard and achieving excellent grades in all her classes. Her least favourite lesson is PE.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC Jesus, Blanko, you reply so much....[/B] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]An empty house was lit dimly by the slight rays of sun that managed to break through the dark curtains. Books lay scattered around the floor, dust collecting on shelves. Only one place was clean, the computer and its desk. A boy woke to the sound of silence, eerie at the best of times, but he was used to it by now. No mother or father to speak of, no siblings, only.....[I]him[/I] . [B][I]/Ah, good morning, Satoshi-sama, sleep well?/[/I][/B] Satoshi groaned, pulling himself from the sheets and climbing into his shower, trying to ignore the soft voice in his head. [B][I]/You can't ignore me, master, I am you, haven't you realised that by now?/ [/I][/B] a low chuckle echoed in Satoshi's head before he cut it off, his voice still croaky from sleep, or lack thereof. [B]"I've realised it and it's because of it that I hate myself and I'm doomed to an unloved and unworthy existence..."[/B] [B][I]/One shouldn't be thinking of such things so early in the morning, Satoshi-sama!/ [/I][/B] Krad somehow managed to feign shock, adding an over-dramatic sigh, not his usual style of irritation, Satoshi considered. [B]"Just leave me alone."[/B] [B][I]/You ask the same thing every morning, what makes you think this will be any different?/[/I][/B] Satoshi shook his head, his brow knitted in a frown before getting out and drying off, dressing in his casual clothes for the summer, grabbing his previously packed bag. [B][CENTER]****[/CENTER][/B] Satoshi reached the bus to find that he was one of the last ones there, quite to his surprise; he was usually the first to arrive every morning. A couple of people waved to his, Takeshi, Niwa, no one of importance. An empty seat seemed to call to Satoshi, his feet were weary from all the walking he had done the night before, and sleep wasn't a comfort for him these days. The boy found that the seats partner was occupied by Nuri. He shrugged and sat down, alarmed by the squeal she emitted when she realised who it was. He raised an eyebrow and pushed his glasses up, reaching out one hand to feel her forehead. Nuri seemed to shake as he whispered, [B]"Are you okay?"[/B] she managed to nod before turning away to rest her head on the cold glass, leaving Satoshi utterly confused. It was then that the teacher bounced in, checking to see who was missing. Her perky tone was less than bearable, and Satoshi groaned for the second time that morning. This trip was going to be a long one, but with Niwa staying so close to him, not necessarily fruitless.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][B]*poses* I do have permission to play the wonderful Commander Hiwatari, fear me *cackles*[/B] [B]Name:[/B] Hiwatari Satoshi [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Object of Your Affection:[/B] With Krad as his alter ego, Satoshi refuses to have feelings for anyone for fear of releasing him, though Krad was released when Satoshi got too near to Daisuke. [B]Appearance:[/B] *attachment* [B]Name:[/B] Krad [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Object of Your Affection:[/B] Only serves his master and refuses to let him love. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.geocities.com/guys_of_anime/image/Krad01.jpg]Krad[/URL] He also has wings of pure white, similar to Uizu's. [B]Pet:[/B] NA [B]By the way, I'm going to be a jerk and call 'With' Uizu because it's the name that I know from the Japanese version, 'scuse my big-headed-ness :p[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1]Imi smiled inwardly at the thought of spending the night with Hoshi and Chika. They were both really nice people, and she was glad to be friends with them. She glanced out of the window again, a frown settling on her face, the image of Ranma firmly in her mind. Her expression turned to one of anger her fists shaking. Hoshi looked worried and placed her hand on Imi's, smiling warmly. [B]"Imi, we're friends, know that you can talk to us about anything, okay?"[/B] Imi nodded and rubbed her face, smiling broadly, [B]"I'm okay." [/B] she said brightly, watching as their stop came into view. Chika stood as the bus came to a halt and Imi followed suit, with Hoshi bringing up the rear. The three girls, along with a couple of others, got off the bus and walked to Hoshi's door, chatting idly as she turned the key. Imi dumped her bag down and admired the hallway, smiling at Hoshi, [B]"You have a beautiful house."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Imric Connor [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance: [/B] *attachment* Hair: Black Eyes: Grey/Green Height: 5'7'' [B]Personality:[/B] Imric has a mixed personality, people usually put it down to the weather it's that unpredictable. Some days he may be a great guy to be around, happy, smiling, flirting.... then the next day he'll slip into he's depressed mood, shooting chilling glares at anyone who annoys him. It's because of this personality that Imric was sent away from home, he was having an off day and it was then that some jackass decided he was going to have a knock around with the teen. He landed himself a bed in hospital and a dentist?s appointment, not to mention a wired jaw. Imric has been slipping into darker moods lately, rarely coming out of his depressive rut; he hasn't been able to settle well in this school and has no real friends to speak of. He knows he needs someone to love him, but will never admit it.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1]Well, I'm sure I said this in a PM to you, Miryoku, I don't think Brittish men are that hot. ^_~ I suppose I just haven't been lucky enough to meet the exceptionally hot ones, those who are seem to be actors or singers. I love the British accent, and I'm lucky that I have one *pose* But I'm a total sucker for the American accent, Louisiana to be specific. Though I am horribly biased in that aspect of it. Seeing as my *wonderful* boyfriend lives there, I have to be pretty content with phone calls. I just thank the Lord that he has a sexy accent ^_~ I think it's just a matter of 'The Grass is Always Greener'...that and the wonderful accent, as many have pointed out. (Just don't ever come to Liverpool, homophobe central.)[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I only got back from New York this morning....at 5 am T_T not pleasant... I'll try find some pictures from my camera, because there really were some beautiful scenes, especially after it had snowed. I went to midnight mass at St. Patrick's which was...tiring, but nice. The guy playing the organ was a bit much though, I thought I was at the Phantom of the Opera. Which brings me nicely to me next point. I went to Broadway to see aformentioned play and it was bloody brilliant, best show I've ever seen, and I thought that Chicago was excellent. Seriously, Broadway was something else all together, but the cold was way too much for me. I don't know how New Yorkers survive the winter ^_^;;[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]Whee! Look who's home! Man...typing is hard after being computer depraved O_o;[/B] [COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][B]Name:[/B] Quincy Conway [B]Reaper Name:[/B] Sumiyaka [B]Soul Age:[/B] 130 [B]Appearance:[/B] *attachment* [B][Edited Appearance][/B] [B] Personality:[/B] Quincy is, to be blunt, a hard ***** who takes crap from no man or woman. She may have been raised to wear frocks and pretty bows, but she is quite the opposite now. She has never thought the same about men after what the German soldiers put her through, and though as a child she dreamt of marriage and true love, she has now convinced herself that there is no such thing. When she is in a good mood, which isn't too rare, Quincy is somewhat easier to get along with. She can drink heavily and not get too wobbly, only making more jokes and having a good time. She does not enjoy her job as she gets to see some horrible deaths that people have suffered, however, she will stick by it knowing that she is paying her due. When Quincy is feeling particularly sadistic, she will materialise out of the shadows in front of the homeless or those she knows to be criminals. She revels in the fearful expressions. [B]Reaper's Becoming:[/B] Quincy, being the headstrong woman that she always was, came to a rather strange and ultimately brutal end. She was always determined to avenge her father?s untimely death by the Germans and since she was the only child he ever had, she knew that it would be practically impossible to do so. She took a great chance and decided join the army, not as a woman, but as a man. She cut all her hair and took all the necessary measures to make herself fit in and she actually done well. Until she was taken in by the Germans as a prisoner of war. When it was discovered that she was a woman, Quincy was beaten, tortured and raped repeatedly until she gave up the will to live. By the time her corpse was found it was too bloody and mutilated for it to be identified and was covered up by the government. Her mother still thinks that she ran away from home. [B]Reaper's Weapon:[/B] A silver scythe (cliché to the max ^_~) with elaborate Celtic patterns on the handle and start of the blade itself. It is lightweight but difficult to handle skilfully, Quincy is a master of it. [B]Reaper's Gift:[/B] Increased speed and teleportation. [B]Reaper's Former:[/B] Quincy was born to two parents who both loved and cared for her. She was somewhat spoilt as a child, seeing as her uncle was a rather rich businessman. Her parents had, however, always hoped for a baby boy, knowing that he would have more chance in the world than a girl would ever have. Quincy's father was a spy who sent the government information from 3 of the top German generals. He was one of the greatest spies of his time but met a sorry end when a traitorous Briton in search of a quick pay out revealed him. He was killed by firing squad and only his ear was sent back to his wife. His body was never found. Naturally, Quincy was enraged and at the age of 18, she knew that she should do something. After making the necessary preparations and telling her mother that she would be going on a church camp, Quincy left to join the army. Like many other, she expected the war to be over within only a month or two, enough time for her to kill off a few Germans. Unfortunately, the war lasted for 4 years and it was in the third that Quincy was caught. Her last word before she surrendered to sleep was 'Revenge...'[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Imric sighed and leaned back in his seat, twisting his bottom half to get comfortable. Elliot giggled next to him and the taller boy looked down, raising an eyebrow. [B]"What's so funny, squirt?"[/B] he teased, messing up Elliot's hair. The young boy closed an eye and frowned cutely, causing Imric to chuckle and remove his hand. [B]"Of course I'm ready for that play, you forget, English is my speciality..." [/B] Imric trailed off from his gloating as another passenger climbed onto the bus. Imric eyes lingered on his tall frame for a few fleeting seconds, before the two makes made eye contact, [B]"What are you staring at, Connor?"[/B] Imric shrugged, [B]"Aren't I allowed to look, Graves? Or is that illegal for homosexuals?"[/B] Jack twitched and walked over to Imric, grabbing his chin, "I don't like you, and I don't want you to like me. So stay. Out. Of. My. Way!" with that, the boy let go and pushed Imric back forcefully, knocking some of the air out of him. Elliot glared at Jack and was about to say something when Imric pt a hand on his shoulder, keeping him silent. [B]"He?s not worth it, kid..."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green][SIZE=1]I appreciate your opinion, but consider this: If abortion were to be made illegal, it wouldn't stop. Before abortion was legalised in this country, women were forced to go to doctors who were not qualified for abortion or they took various other measures, like throwing themselves down stairs to kill the baby. Women would have to resort to that option if the opportunity for a safe abortion was not available. Think of the trauma that the baby would go through then if it were not killed when the mother attempted it. That also means that the woman would harm herself. I don't think abortion should be illegal or stopped, I just think that the reasons for a woman wanting an abortion should be heavily looked into and considered. I think your comment, [QUOTE]the rationalization of it that people attempt is disgusting as well.[/QUOTE] is a bit harsh, I don't consider my beliefs disgusting. I think they are just different to yours and that you shouldn't criticise others heavily when they differ.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Green][SIZE=1]I wish it snowed here more, but it doesn't?.well not often, anyway. I experienced more snow in South Africa than I do here in England, which is just plain strange. When it snows, the fun thing for me to do is go to a public place with lots of people you don't know. When I lived in South Africa, our house was close to the mountain ranges, so even though it didn?t snow in our front garden, it wasn't a long drive to get up to the beautiful snow in the mountains. I remember that my dad and I were building a snowman and a truck came up the road that went right through the range. Now the people in it were going up to road to clear any snow that may block it, but they had foolishly left the back open with all the workmen sitting there as practically stationary targets (the truck was indeed moving that slow). So everyone picks up their snowballs and chucks them in the truck. Poor guys didn?t stand a chance with 30 kids throwing snowballs and them, getting hit with nowhere to run. It's very amusing when you start getting cursed at in Afrikaans and you have no clue what the guys are saying to you ^___^.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[SIZE=1][B]OOC I'm going to basically recap some stuff so as not to interfere with the introductions, if that's okay with you, Mr Legacy ^_~[/B] [COLOR=Green]Falcon grumbled in her state of half awareness, the voices of her team mates barely audible through her ear mufflers. She brought a hand to her eyes, shielding them from any light that penetrated the dank room. Her bunk was less than comfortable, but it was a damn site better than what she knew Panther would be in. She sighed as her thoughts drifted to that horrific exercise that had gone so horrible wrong. She cursed quietly to herself, Livewire was trying to shift the blame to him, but Falcon knew it was all her fault for being so damned careless. Panther had always said that the battlefield was no place for a city girl...how Falcon regretted admitting he was right. She remembered the anguished screams as bullets ripped through the crisp air. She and Livewire had been far enough away so they didn't see anything, but the piercing cries of pain and the sound of speeding ammunition was enough to tell them that the day had turned for the worse. Both had lowered their heads to the ground, a single tear escaping Falcons eye as dread washed over her, she remembered one sentence that Livewire had muttered, [I]"Panther wouldn't die..."[/I] The sound of rusty hinges creaking slowly pulled Falcon from her musings. She shivered and pulled her covers around her bare thighs, her shorts only covering the first half. Vae always said that the heating was too high in this damn room, no wonder the new recruits always came down with colds. Falcon couldn't help but smile as Panther walked through the door, the sound of snow crunching against boots not far behind him. She gave a halfhearted wave and he nodded slowly, [I]'Damn...he needs a shave....'[/I][/COLOR][/SIZE]