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Two minutes after leaving Tori behind, Chris was walking normally again. He had put enough distance between himself and the crime scene to stride comfortabley again. A low, strange noise filled the air: a sob. Chris' curiousity, fully roused, compelled him to find the source of the noise. The next hall over; that was it! Chris walked quickly into one of the main halls with lockers to find Tommy Callack sitting on the floor, back against the lockers, crying softly. It wasn't a baby-ish cry, but merely, the cry one has when in an utter state of loss. Tommy looked up, now aware of Chris' presence. [B]"You here to finish the job?"[/B] Tommy asked in a surprisingly calm voice. Chris noted the blood trickling down from Tommy's nose. [B]"What do you mean? What happened to you?"[/B] Chris inquired as he raised Tommy off the ground and onto his feet. [B]"You're friend Ash- threw me to the ground for no reason. I may have bumped him, but only..."[/B] but Tommy was cut short by a boy who had just entered the corridor. [B]"Get your damn hands off him!"[/B] It was that Jason character. He stood in the middle of the hall with clenched fists. "This time you've gone too far Chris!" [B]"The hell are you talking about?"[/B] chris asked with a raised eyebrow. [B]"I didn't do this!"[/B] Tommy confirmed this with a shake of his head. Jason still had his fists clenched, and through gritted teeth he growled, [B] "You're a bad man, Chris. I can't prove it, but I know it. You and your whacko friends." [/B] Jason turned on his heel and stormed away. Chris called after him, making Jason stop for a moment, [B]"If I were you, Jason, I'd be careful. Bad things are starting to happen around this town, and I don't want to see anything bad happen to you." [/B] Jason shook his head and continued walking. [B]"You'll be alright, Tommy?"[/B] asked Chris, laying a hand on the boy's shoulder. Tommy nodded, and Chris took his leave. Again he began pacing the halls, endlessly. [I] I don't like the Jason boy,[/I] he thought to himself.[I] I may just have a fair idea of who our next victim is. I'll tell Ash in Psych...[/I]

OOC: Hm...we whorekillers need to rise up. Chris loved mentorship period. The lady in the attendance office usually gave him just two or three papers to deliver, and after that he could roam the halls, doing as he pleased. It was bliss; a way to be alone with his thoughts and to discover new whores at the same time. He walked in building 2, where most history classes were located. Rounding a corner, Chris walked directly into a girl who had a bright red face full of recently forgotten mirth. The two bumped chest a bit, but neither was dropped to the ground. A folder the girl was holding, however, flew to the ground at Chris' feet. [B]"Why don't you watch where you're going!?"[/B] Snarled the girl, a little to aggresively for Chris' tastes. Nothing terrible had happened, just a little bump! The mirth in her face replaced with fire, she stooped down and made a pass at her fallen folder. Chris layed his foot upon it and frowned slightly. [B]"No need to get upset."[/B] Chris said to her as he stared bullets into her eyes. [B]"Get off my stuff, dick!"[/B] shouted the girl, and she pushed him square in the chest. Chris, fuming, relinquished his footing and let the girl retrieve her folder. The strange grey girl stood up and hugged the book to her chest, still frowning hard. [B]"Now get the hell outa my way!"[/B] It didn't take Chris more than a second to decide. He burried his fist into the girl's mouth, knocking her flat to the floor with a satisfying CRACK. Chris shuddered with ecstasy; he loved punching bitchy women. It was every normal boy's dream. He loved the feeling of his rock-hard knuckles colliding with a soft, tender face. [I]You're lucky Ash isn't here,[/I] Chris thought to himself. [I]Whereas I'm just gonna leave you to drool on the ground, he would have stuck you like a pig.[/I] And with that he hurried off to obtain an alliby.

[B]OOC: I figured we'd start out the morning after the even on the sign-up sheet. Here goes![/B] Chris shoved his hands in his coat pockets for warmth as he made his way through the parking lot and towards the many tall buildings that made up Blair High School. After a shower and a cup of coffee, he had forgotten completely that he had killed a man just ten hours ago. Chris entered the main campus and sat down at one of the many quaint bench areas that pepperd the sidewalks connecting the academic buildings. He still had a good twenty minutes or so before the bell rang. Before Chris could take out a book to glance at, he was hailed from a distance by someone he didnt quite recognize. [B]"Hi there Chris, You're here early."[/B] The figure was Tommy Callack, Chris' schoolmate and pleasant aquaintance. Chris liked Tommy; he was bright, kind, and most importantly he minded his business. [B]"Tommy! How are ya' man?"[/B] Chris extended his hand to Tommy but remained seated. Tommy shook it heartily and plopped down on the bench beside Chris. [B]"Just tired from that damn history essay. I was up all night finishing it. How bout you, the same?"[/B] [B]"Yeah," agreed Chris with a smirk. "Last night was murder."[/B] OOC: Sorry for the shortness, but I didn't want to load the beginning with too much info. That can sometimes lead to barriers.

Alright, everyone, I've waiting long enough for a last whorekiller, and it looks like its not gonna happen. [B]However, I'm STILL STILL keeping sign-ups open even as we begin the RP, which should be within the next 3 days or so.[/B] (By the way I realize this is a double post on my part and that this is bad etiqette on my part, and I'm sorry. There really was no other way of posting the accepted list; an edit wouldn't have been noticed.) Well, you all had great sign-ups, but unfortunately there are just a few too many sign-ups for me to take all of them. [CENTER][COLOR=Red][U]Playing[/U] Starwind Apherion silverwolf_fang Kuroshin13 Raquel Bullet Theory Astidis[/COLOR][/CENTER] See you all in the Square!

Wow, trailer was great! I can't wait to see another good Marvel movie (didnt even BOTHER with fantastic four). And as far as beast goes, well, maybe a suit and tie is more natural to him then you think. I read a few months ago that the best would be played by Frasier himself, Mr. Kelsey Grammar.

Name: Chris Crowe Gender: Male Age: 17 Appearance: Maybe a bit later... Personality: Chris is calm and calculating, always keeping a harsh focus on his goals. He does terrible things with such conviction, you would swear he doesn't have any inhibitions in his entire body. He does horrible things to horrible people, and leaves everyone else alone. However, life wasn't always this way for Chris. Things were fine before Sarah... Moral Behavior: Chris lost his virginity a while ago to Sarah, back before he killed her obviously. Chris thinks sex and promiscuity is fine and good between two people, and only two people, in a private setting. He hates the slutty dancers at homecoming and prom, and despises whores and womanizers. His greatest wish is for everyone to just find one special person and be loyal to them for life. In order to make this wish come true, he is more than happy to violently take the lives of those who break his moral code. Bio: Chris grew up in a very wealthy family. He doesn't know what his father does for a living, but it obviously brings in a lot of money. He and his parents live in Helton Heights, the grandest neighborhood in Blair City. It is here he met Jake Ward, and at a young age the two became best of friends. In his Freshman year of highschool, Chris met Sarah Winters. He had never loved anything more than he loved that girl. Once Sarah agreed to go steady with him, Chris was on top of the world. This bliss lasted up until the homecoming dance of his Junior year. Sarah, his beautiful girlfriend, told Chris that she had seen her friend Allison on the dance floor, and that she wanted to run down and say hi. She would only be a second, she had promised. A minute later, to Chris' surprise, Allison walked up and greeted him with a smile; she had only just gotten to the dance. Sarah could not have seen Allison on the dance floor... Why you're here: Chris looked all over the packed Gymnasium for Sarah, but couldn't find her anywhere. Finally, dejected, he sat down on a foldout chair by the punch bowl with his head down. Next thing he knew, there they were, right in front of him; Sarah's shiney black high heeled shoes. Chris raised his eyes slowly to see his beloved Sarah sharing a slowdance with a boy he had never seen before. Chris' heart imploded as the boy leaned in and kissed Sarah's neck; as Sarah's lips formed the words "I love you" as she leaned her chin on his shoulder. Once he had decided to do it, it was easy. Chris merely waited for her outside the gym until the dance was over. When Sarah walked out and saw Chris standing there, she rushed over to him, lying about how she had spent the entire dance looking everywhere for him. Chris had told her there was no time, that someone was hurt and he needed her to come with him immediately. She said she didnt understand, but Chris' manner alarmed her, so she followed him at a jog down the dark alley between the school's gym and football stadium. That's where the police found her body, which had been strangled to death, along with the first "Whore" sign of many. It was here that the whorekillings began. [COLOR=Red]Ok then, I'm still gonna leave these sign-ups open for a little bit. We still need at least one more whorekiller. Once/if we get that, I'll post the list of who will be playing in the RP, and we will begin![/COLOR]

Alright, we're looking very good so far! However, 1nonlycloud, you didn't give me enough in your sign-up. That's really the only problem so far. Also, two of you filled in the "why you are here" portion of the sign-up, but didn't make characters that were whorekillers. I'm sending out PMs to everyone who needs to delete that. I wanna leave this thread open for a bit longer and see if we can get any more players. Remember: [B]We still have two whorekiller spots open.[/B]

[B][CENTER]"We now return to Channel Twelve News at Ten with Dianne Lee."[/CENTER][/B] [FONT=System][COLOR=Gray]"And now to our next story: Last night, a man was found dead in the street outside an apartment complex located in the red district. A gunshot wound in the heart is reportedly the cause of death. Nothing about this murder would seem unique, especially in the red district, until one examines the crime scene. Beside the body is a fresh piece of graffiti, a white circle that envelops a single, bold word: "WHORE." This is the same spray-painted label that police found beside the body of 18 year-old Sarah Winters when she was stabbed to death in Middletown High's parking lot on the school's homecoming night. Police investigators believe this to be the work of a group of people, rather than an individual effort. If you have any information on any of these so-called "whore killers," please contact the authorities immediately."[/COLOR][/FONT] [CENTER]* * * [/CENTER] Chris sighed and sank back into the plush leather of his BMW. He and the others had been parked on the side of the street for two hours now, just waiting; waiting for a chance to do their work. The night was cold, and Chris had a hunch that plenty of sluts and wandering spouses would be seeking the added heat of sharing a bed with a lover tonight. The Red District, home to all that is bad in Blair City, stretched out around chris, and he shuddered with disgust. Ever since he and the others had begun doing what they called their "work," Chris held in his heart a deep loathing for this pool of heathens; a loathing that made him so mad he just wanted to take a knife and- [B]"Chris, here comes one now,"[/B] said one of his companions in the backseat, pointing to an old, red brick apartment complex directly across the street to the right. A man had emerged, casting glances up and down the road as he gathered his coat about him in order to keep out the cold night air. [B]"Yeah,"[/B] whispered Chris to no one in particular. [B]"There's one."[/B] Everyone piled out of the car and began crossing the street. The man in the coat did the same, and began walking toward them. This worried Chris. This man wasn't scared by four teenagers walking at him in an abandoned street in the middle of the night. Either he was well armed, or just really arrogant. The man came within a pace of Chris, who led the group of young people, and Chris made his decision. Without breaking stride, he rammed his fist into the man's face, making him grunt and twirl. Instead of turning to face his prey, however, Chris walked a few more paces into the street. When he finally did turn around, the man lay on the blacktop unconscious, with the rest of the group gathered around him. One of them held the crowbar that had dealt the blow to the man's head, as was his job. [B]"Take of his pants,"[/B] Chris instructed his companions. [B]"somebody hand me the bag."[/B] Chris was handed a black duffel, the bag where they kept the tools of the trade. Chris pulled from its depths a handheld blacklight and bent down on one knee to examine the now half naked stranger. [B]"No visible semen."[/B] He announced to those above him. [B]"But we'll see about that..."[/B] With a flick of his thumb he brought the blacklight to life. Sure enough, it revealed the traces of ejaculate that had not properly been wiped away. Chris smiled a terrible smile, and crawled up to the man's head, saying to his white face: [B]"Wake up, bastard. I want to see the look in your eyes before I kill you."[/B] There was no response. Chris' smile faded, and he stood up. [B]"Fine."[/B] He held out his hand and immediately his silver pistol was passed to him. Chris took aim directly at the man's heart and pulled the trigger. The sheer volume at which the gunshot sounded into the night was startling. The others hurried back to the car, but Chris stayed. In his hand he held a can of spraypaint; his work wasn't quite done. [CENTER]* * *[/CENTER] [COLOR=Red]This will be a very simple RP, with very few designed twists and bends. How much fun we have is determined by you and how good your character is. The better your character is, the more drama we can have; the more drama we have, the better this RP will be. Basically, this RP centers around a gang of teens who kill sluts or people of more relaxed sexual tendencies. They attend school at Blair High, where they mingle with fellow children who are scared out of their whits at the recent killings. As far as sign-ups go, the only things we REALLY need are the following: -3 Members of the Whorekillers, maybe 4 if there are lots of good signups. All members will probably be men, since the leader of the group has serious trust issues with women. You will have to write an amazing sign-up for a woman to make sense as a whorekiller. We DO NOT need a Chris, since I plan on playing him myself. - Schoolmates, friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, and anything else original. Be assertive. Give your characters diverse ties and links to other characters, you know how it goes. I'm hoping to get some good love interests, double crosses, and bitter rivalries. Sign-ups should include the following: [B]Name:[/B] [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Age:[/B] (The teens in this RP are all well into highschool, so 16-18) [B]Appearance:[/B] (Good description or a pic is fine) [B]Personality:[/B] (How your character acts) [B]Moral Behavior:[/B] (Is your character a virgin? What are their thoughts on sex, violence, etc.) [B]Bio: [/B] (Just a paragrap or two about your character's life) [B]Why you're here:[/B] (For whorekillers only. Why your character is in the gang)[/COLOR] Be cool, be committed, and have fun :cool:

[B]A:[/B] Stewie and the Cowtones. [B]Q:[/B] In "Mr. Saturday Knight," the voice of the black knight is that of a popular comedian. Name the comedian.

[QUOTE]I think what we're wanting here is not to have a bloodthirsty nation to the north, but a bunch of peacefull countries, or one big one. Yes, I realise that saying that I believe in peace among nations and elimination of money makes me the anti-christ, so be it, I've never been to church :P. And to whoever said the hippies didn't work... what they were doing was working perectly for them until they all got high. Eliminate the drugs and the hippy life isthe perfect one.[B]-Hug Monster[/B] [/QUOTE] *Sigh* Of course, even though I said twice that my scenario was hypothetical, somebody speaks as if I really meant anything by a bloodthirsty nation to the north. Nobody wants a bloodthirsty nation?! Gasp! You don't say... And even though my Scenario IS hypothetical, it's still sound in a realistic way. There always will be a "bloodthirsty nation to the north," (even though usually it's more like bloodthirsty person or people) and there will always be someone who wants to take something from someone else. Many little peaceful countries can't co-exist, because history shows that it is impossible for AT LEAST one person in the population of the world to not want to take something that is not his or hers.

Ok, after wading through all previous posts, and reading "World peace is not possible, M'kay" over at least ten times slightly rephrased, all I have to add to the muck is this: This topic, to me, centers around a great and ancient paradox, "to have peace, you must prepare for war." If you achieve some form of peace and do not prepare to defend it from those who would take it from you, it WILL be taken. Let's say, completely hypothetically, that there is this happy nation of people in the south. There is no violence or crime of any sort, and everyone gets along. Having no crime, they never felt the need to amass an army. Now let's say that the bloodthirsty nation to the north decides they need more land, so they invade the nation to the south. If the south had been ready to go to war in order to defend its peace, warriors would die and the fighting would be terrible, but if they defeated their enemy peace would abound in their country once again. However, since they did no such thing, the nation from the north will come, rape the women, take the land, and force the entire population into slavery for who knows how many hundreds or thousands of years.(please everyone remember that my scenario was COMPLETELY hypothetical). And I believe it was [B]Sandy[/B] who picked up on another paradox concerning the war in Iraq. How do you correct and eliminate a dictator who throws people into woodchippers and vats of boiling oil peacefully? Again, to gain a better (never perfect) level of peace, you must unpeacefully eliminate the unpeaceful.

Yessir, that clears up all my concerns. I suppose I'll tell you what I thought about the fight first, then cast my vote. I think that, given the interesting setting, both characters had the chance to engage in exciting battle scenes. However, this wasn't exactly the case. While ULX varied his posts, throwing in his unique ace near the end of the fight, it seemed to me that I was reading the same thing over and over in Achilles' posts. Ultimately, ULX was the only one to write something climactic (the revealing of his ace). As far as literary quality goes, ULX triumphed over Achilles. Achilles' posts were difficult to read; they contained many spelling errors, subejct-verb disagreements, run-ons, and so forth. And, last of all, ULX just had a better character made up for this RP. His seemed completely original to me, while Achilles merely copied the Riddick from the movies in every way possible. I'm pretty sure there was even a direct quote from [I]The Chronicles of Riddick[/I] used as dialogue for Achilles' character in this RP. There is a fine line between unoriginality and plagarism, and that flirted with it (anybody remember the fiasco with a user called "ThePro"?). [B][SIZE=4]ONE VOTE DEUS X[/SIZE][/B]

End of the month? Mr. ULX, by my count it's only the 24th, what's up?

Just another specific question on judging: do you want us to post who wins and give reasons why, or just enter a post that simply says "so and so?" [QUOTE]But I'm waiting on my time to battle, should be kinda interesting to fight without weapons against a huge guy. You ready and waiting, Bolt?[/QUOTE] Ready and Rarin' to go, Sakura!

I, personally, believe PM's to the guilty parties would be a good way to handle things.

[B]The following information is filed by Federal penitentiary administrator Starks, PIN 7745, presiding over inmate 3668. [/B] [B]Name-[/B] The brute answers to Hugo, that is all. I lost all too much time trying to explain what a "surname" is. [B]Age-[/B] Blood and DNA samples show that the inmate is 36 years old. Hugo did not know this himself. [B]Gender-[/B] Male. [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://tinypic.com/f2vhp1.jpg]Attached[/URL] is a photograph of the inmate's countenance. His measurements are as follows: 8 feet 7 inches tall, 578 pounds. [B]Fighting Style-[/B] Once again, the inmate has not understood the question asked of him, because he claims he is not a fighter. This is partially true. I will answer for myself how, if at all, this man will fight. Due to the manner of his crime and arrest, Hugo's "fighting style" is a rage induced pummeling. He swings with arms like tree trunks, as long as a man is tall. If he gets a man is his grasp he will surely break him like a toy. Hugo is, however, very slow on the uptake and probably too emotional for his own good. He will make a terrible tactition, swinging at random and charging with reckless abandon. This boldness and thoughtlessness, however, could be just the match for the more calculating and structured martial artists in the cup; perhaps they will become confused at how to fight an oponent such as this. I must reiterate, however, that there is a chance the inmate will not fight at all. He has the mind of a child, and spends his time in jail pouting and crying rather than swearing and fighitng. [B]Weapon-[/B] "Don't have one. Do I need one, sir?" was his answer. [B]Ace-[/B] Apart from his gargantuan frame and herculean strength, the tests of science and time both show Hugo's skin to be extrememly thick and hard to injure, very much like leather. [B]Why Are You Here?-[/B] Hugo was arrested 6 months ago. He held a job working at the docks, loading and unloading cargo ships. His co-workers were like his family, we are told. One night, during a late shift, a starved criminal snuck into one of the dock wherehouses with the desire to steal food. This man stabbed two dock workers and helped himself to all the food he could find. Then Hugo entered the wherehouse. We don't know exactly how Hugo killed this man, for if you inquire into this matter Hugo merely sticks out his lower lip and sinks his head down. The former criminal's body was found outside the wherehouse (thrown through the concrete wall), every bone in his body besides the left femur, which was only fractured in two places, was virtually broken to shards. All Hugo has been told is that there is a contest he can enter and, if he is a good boy and wins the contest, he can leave his dark cell and go back to working at the docks. He very much likes this idea, and has already given his signature in the form of fingerprint, as he cannot write. [B]Personality-[/B] Never has a mind been more wrongly matched with a body. Hugo has the emotions and mannerisms of a 9 year old boy. There seems to be not a violent bone in his body. He giggles with delight when birds alight on his window, and he attempts to sing with them. Indeed, all he wants to be is friendly. All other inmates call themselves his "friend," probably both from fear (perhaps unjustified) of his size and merely because Hugo is almost a ray of sunshine for these sad men.

Thanks a lot everyone, you all have more talent than you give yourselves credit for. r2vq, I'm gonna use yours. I like that shape in the background (what is it, btw?) and that font you used for "Bolt" is awesome! If any, having the word a bit bigger would be nice, but I'm gonna use that banner either way, so don't feel obligated to fix anything.

It's a very cool look, with the bar going down the middle, but What kind of jumps out is the large amount of empty space. Maybe make "Bolt" bigger? And maybe a change to more basic colors, like more black and white? I'm sorry if I'm asking too much, im extremely grateful for all the work you've done.

I'm looking for one of the oh so talented members of this site to kindly construct for me a banner and an avatar. A nice contrast of dark and bright colors would be great, and I'd like the word "Bolt" to show up on the banner somewhere. Thanks.

[QUOTE]So, by resting and eating protein, your muscles will rebuild in tighter, stronger tissue patterns.[/QUOTE] I definetley agree there. I didn't want to get into the nutrition of muscle building, because I had already posted enough, but protein is the most important thing you can eat if you wish to build muscles. It's also very important to eat complex carbs, such as oatmeal - i think- to keep up your day to day energy.

Ok I'll go ahead and confess that the ONE person who says they can run a marathon straight through is me. Please don't think I'm big-headed though, I'm just a runner, and here's my take on physical fitness. [B]First off I've always disagreed with dedicating one day to one portion of the body, for reasons such as:[/B] - A body part worked the day before can become sore overnight and not be usefull if it is needed as a support for the next days workout. (Ex. It's not fun doing push ups with really sore abs, nor is having a stiff back good for sit ups.) - Doing a workout for a muscle only ONCE a week gives it WAY too much recovery time, lengthening the amount of time it takes to efficiently build muscle mass. [B]I've found that for me, keeping in mind that i have to stay muscular but small, being a runner, working out for an hour and a half to two hours a day, anywhere from 3-5 days a week is right on. Also, a good tip is to end your workout with an excercise that kind of mixes cardio and regular muscle strength (PC's, Full Boddy Bridge. PM me if you want to know what these are).[/B] [B]Best advice I can give is RUN! R-U-N, RUN![/B] - Running increases your level of cardio-vascular fitness immensley. - Running lowers your resting heartbeat. - Running actually forces your body to grow more capalaries. - Accentuated abs come after a few months of running, no situps required.

I think everything ABOUT the PS3 is simply amazing. I mean all of those memory and graphics specs are simply unheard of, but of course I didn't expect anything less from SONY. The controller doesn't look too great, though... Oh, and about the SPIDERMAN thing, SONY kinda owns the rights to that movie so...yeah they own the font too. Stop trying to find little things to knock the PS3 for just because you love XBOX so much for giving you HALO.

I don't know all the rules about this forum, so I don't know if this belongs here or not. It probably does. Oh well, I'm just gonna answer your question quickly. Think about how long mankind has had the written word. Thousands upon thousands of years, right? THEN think about how long mankind has had no writing, just oral tradition. That's even MORE thousands of years of stories. NOW, think of how long the modern action of publishing has been on earth, and couple that with the sheer numbers of writers, famous or otherwise. What I'm trying to say is, there simply does not exist enough ideas in the world for everyone to think up something original. Not anymore, at least. If you're just thinking one day and come up with this great little story in your head about, I don't know, a lonely Jewish man who becomes a cop, chances are some kid in friggin' Novascotia has the same idea, maybe even at the same time.

I didn't read the story, I just think you should know that you kinda got the words to "In the End" wrong...

Thanks alot to both of you. Ruby, your artwork is simply breathtaking, but I'm gonna go ahead and use Ozy's set. Your work was beautiful, but I guess im not much of a "beautiful" person. Bright colors make me feel like a girly man... Thanks alot both of you for taking the time!