Avalon

[color=darkorchid]Ok people, here's the story. Yesterday, my fiance called up his ex/first love/friend Katrina to talk. See, they haven't kept in touch for a while so he needed to talk to her...to tell her about our engagement and all. Well, he got her on the phone and they talked...for hours. I mean, he didn't call me back like he said he would! Anyway, I had to go to the hospital yesterday for...well, never you mind. While there, I called him...and asked how she was doing. "Peachy," he said. I just laughed. Then I asked him if he told her about EVERYTHING. He said that he just told a little bit...so I'm guessing that he didn't tell her about the engagement, which made me a little angry...and a little supicious(sp?). Then, oh my goddess then, he told me that they were going to hang out downtown tomorrow(which is today). Outwardly, I was like "OK..." Inwardly, I was like, "F---!!!" I mean, this girl still loves him...and he still loves her...so I became even more supicious. I hung up after saying my goodbyes and left the hospital hours later. I told my mom about this....situation, and she basically said the same thing I said: "She's trying to take your man." Now, I know that might sound like I'm pushing it, but believe me, I've been in this EXACT situation before...and lets just say that I lost the guy, ok. Anyway, I called him up and told my feeling about this situation: "Point blank, I don't trust her." Then I asked him if any of his old feelings came back, cause I had a feeling that they did...and I was right. So I'm really worried at this point of time. Then he tells me that he was fighting his feelings...now when he said that, I just wanted(and still want) to call off the engagement. But then he said that he loved me more...'well, if that were true, these "feelings" wouldn't still exist,' which is what I told myself. I told him that if those "feelings" get any stronger, he might want to tell me...cause I'm gonna step out the way. I mean, I know damn well I can't match to that girl. To him, that girl couldn't do no wrong. I mean, that's his first love for goddess' sakes! They've been dating each other for years! I've only dated him for a couple of months, even though I was his friend for 5 years. I mean, right now I just have the strongest feeling that I'm going to lose him to her. I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if I did, you know? Well, now they are at Downtown Atlanta doing...eachother or whatever, I don't know. But I'm serious...if he comes back and tells me that he cheated on me like he did last time(yes, he cheated while we were dating), it's over! Iif any of you could give me some advice, I would really appreciate it...[/color]

[color=deepviolet]Cela rushed off of the elevator, holding a bag full of boxes of fried chicken in one hand and a 6-pak of Bacardi O3 in the other. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled...and kicked open the door to Smokey's apartment, hitting a few people. "Here, I brought some chicken." she spoke, throwing the bag to Smokey. Cela sighed, finding a nice spot on the wall and began drinking the first Bacardi bottle. She raised an eyebrow, watching the other people at the party dance and almost choked on her drink. [i]Teenagers...[/i] She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. "Go away." "Don'tcha wanna dance, sweet thang?" a random boy asked. "[i]Sweet thang[/i] Look, just go away...you're irritating." "Aw, come on. Just one dance, that's all." Cela sighed, "Then you'll go away." she watched him nod and rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright...there's no harm in dancing." placing her bottle down, she sighed deeply. "After you." and with that, she was dragged to the center of the room and began dancing.[/color]

[color=deepviolet]Cela sighed, "Well, as much as I would like to stay, I have some things to take care of." Smiling slightly, she looked at the group, "It was nice meeting..." she narrowed her eyes at Xion. "[i]Some[/i] of you." "Nice meeting you also, Ms. Duvet. Oh excuse me, I meant 'Cela'." Xion spoke, earning him a scoff from her. Cela smirked slightly, "Just remember--I got my eye on all of you." and with that, she turned and left. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Opening the door to her 'house', she sighed. "Remember...death by strangulation is not something a B.M. is supposed to wish. Especially not upon the tenants--" [i]Why did you even take the job?[/i] Her conscious spoke, interupting her ranting. "Cause I need the money, that's why!" she yelled, throwing her white lab coat against the wall. [i]Don't yell at me! I'm not the one who took this job, you did![/i] "I know that! Je suis terrible!" Cela yelled again, walking to her bedroom. [i]Oh ho! Now you wanna get back to your roots, eh?[/i] Cela growled slightly, shaking her head until she heard no more from her conscious. "Now, that's a lot better. So, lets go do a little grocery shopping." she ran into her closet, changed into a white shirt, white skirt, and white heels to match. She brushed her hair slightly with one hand and placed on a pair of shades with another. Looking herself in the mirror, she smirked. "How cute." and with that, she grabbed her purse and left out of the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ OOC. Hope that was good...and just for the imagination, this is what she wore...[/color]

[color=deepviolet]Cela stood behind her door, trying to listen through the crack of her window. "...well, this is getting me nowhere." She opened the door, poking her head out slightly, seeing a group of tenants standing down the hall. Listening closly, she heard the word "party" and got slightly curious. "Party?" she questioned, stepping out of the door holding her handy-dandy Rulebook. "What party?" "Oh, you must be the new Building Manager." She laughed slightly, "You may call me 'Cela'," she replied, walking towards the tenants. "So, somebody's throwing a party, eh? Well, as long as I'm invited, you're permitted to have it, I guess. Besides, the more the merrier, right?" she sighed, covering herself up with her long white lab coat. "Who's throwing a party?" another tenant spoke, poking his head out of the door.[/color]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]Name: Celestrial "Cela Femme" Duvet (translated "that woman" in French) Gender: Female...very female indeed Age: 23 Description: Quicktempered, fiesty, and downright evil would describe her...and not to forget flirty, comedic and seductive. This hard-core feminist might look all peachy, but in actuality, she's not. Life Story: Celestrial was born and raised in Paris, France. She lived with her mother, 'Jacqueline Duvet'. Life hasn't been easy for her, considering that her mother was "on the lamb" from the FBI in the States...so she moved there when she was pregnant with her...and she was basically raised to be a paranoid about the world as she could be. Her mother despised men, and in turn, Cela despised them also. She was a splitting image of her mother, especially when she turned 15. They looked exactly alike. Cela, unfortunately for her mother, took a "liking" towards boys...and men. She had a motto: "All men are to be used in some way, shape or form...if not, they should be decimated." When she turned 21, 'Jacqueline' had enough of her daughter's "antics" and decided it was time for her daughter to see America. So she sold everything she could (except her apartment), gave the money to Cela, and sent her away. Cela when to live with her American grandmother, went to college, and worked part-time as a bartender. She hated her job, seeing as men would grab and squeeze her in certain places...and she often hit them or curse them which, unfortunately for her, they liked. She had many flings and became popular at the bar for her smart mouth and flashy clothing. After that, two years passed...and her grandmother decided to help her get a job...as a building manager. The old B.M. took a liking to her and decided to hire her to take over. She also applied to Local High School for a History teacher position, which happened to be open since one of the teachers quit. The principal, during the interview, came face-to-face with Cela...and hired her on the spot becuase he thought that she would be a "refreshing person" to interact with the "children"...and that was that. [/COLOR]

[color=violet]Name: Kumiko Nue Tagashi Age: 18 Entity: Love Personality: Kumiko is strong-willed, determined, a bit irritating because she's talkative, flirtatious, spoiled rotten, overly blunt, and is a bit...lovestrucken when it comes to the opposite/same sex. Bio: Born to a Japanese royalist and his wife, Kumiko grew up having everything handed to her on a "silver platter". Indeed she was spoiled, given everything her heart desired. People loved her; Some because of the wealth and fame her family had, others because of her beauty, which is why her name is "Kumiko": 'eternal beautiful child. And that she was. She had few enemies...but that was about to change. When she turned 12, she began to attract boys...even men. She easily tanned and many men and boys liked that. However, the girls did not. They were downright cruel to her...especially one female, who she would never forget. Aoi Yatate. She disliked her with a passion for some reason. They had fought...and Aoi won. But she did not forget about that. And now, for she is of age, she moved out, living on her own. And hopes that one day she will see her again...and then, they will battle once more... Magic: Wind Description: [url]http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363173/2.jpg[/url] Weapons: Two sais that are hooked onto a black belt around her waist.[/color]

[color=violet]Mitsuko sat calmly, her mind wondering off. She sighed, feeling the cellphone in her pocket vibrate, looking at the bloodied shirt which now hung lightly on her arm. "How nice," she whispered slightly, uncomfortable for the fact that she was "inappropriately" dressed in front of her employer. [i]What's done is done,[/i] she thought, leaning back into the chair. She took a glance at Hatsurokin, frowned, then turned away. [i]It's his own damn fault...[/i] She sighed again, wondering if there was much damage. [i]Better not be,[/i] she thought, playing with her red tie. She pulled a pair of black shades out of her pocket and put them on, biting her lip. [i]How tiresome this is..[/i] and with that, she folded her arms, listening to the starting conversation...[/color]

[color=violet]Mitsuko struggled with two guards, kicking one guard in between his legs, feeling him slump forward on her slightly, and she growled, feeling the other guard grab her arm harshly. He held her steadily, bending her arm back painfully. She grabbed the gun out of its holster with her free hand, turning clockwise, pointing the gun at the guard. He smirked, daring her to shoot. "Don't think I won't." she whispered, shooting him in the chest area, seeing the blood splatter on her shirt. She quickly turned around, crouching down on other guard's body. She pressed the gun into his chest, pressing the trigger. "Cause I will." she finished, seeing more blood on her shirt. She saw another guard approaching her and put the gun back into the holster, reaching with her other hand, pulling up her pant-leg to reveal one of the daggers strapped there. She pulled it out, staring warily at the guard and charged. She raised her arms at first, then brought them back down, bringing her elbow in contact with the guard's midsection. Mitsuko didn't waste a minute and stabbed the man, pressing the dagger as deep as it would go. She pulled it out, pushing his body away from her. She pulled off her shirt, revealing nothing but the two straps that hooked up onto her pants and a red bra. And she smiled evilly...[/color]

[color=violet]I liked Serial Experiments Lain. It was a bit confusing at first, but I watched each episode twice and understood it. When Tech TV started airing it, I would stay up just to watch it. I enjoyed the plot twists and turns...but it confused many people. So yeah, I'm buying the box set on nextdayanime.com. It's cheaper there than anywhere I've been that selled it. Less than $30...[/color]

[color=violet]I'm listening to "Better Man" by Pearl Jam. I actually like this song...even though, when I first heard it, I hated it. It took my cousin to play it during an 6-hour car drive to make me listen to it....repeatedly. It actually reminds me of a couple of relationships that I had been in...so yeah, it's a good song.[/color]

[color=violet]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mitsuko sighed, walking out of the office with Terran. So it was set: the girls were to be sold.... "What a shame." she spoke, folding her arms. "Maybe so, Neisha. But it has to be done. So yes, suck it up and get over it." Mitsuko sighed heavily again, walking towards the girls dressing room. She knocked, "Tatsumi, Naomi...time to leave." She smiled slightly, seeing the girls scurry out of the room. Ruffling Naomi's hair, she grinned. "Sorry for the slap." she spoke, leading them back into the VIP area. "Well, Terran, I'll call the little bastards to come and pick up their 'cargo'. she winched slightly upon saying the word, seeing the twins frown slightly. [i]Well, they might as well get used to it....[/i] She sat down on the plush sofa, dialing the number. "Yes, we're ready for you now." She heard a man chuckling on the other end, "Well now, you sure did take your precious time--" "I would hold your tongue if I were you, Hatsuro-san. I'm an very important person...and you're in no position to rush me...so yes, come get what you have purchased." He coughed, "Well, I'm on the way." and with that, he hung up. She frowned. "Homme grossier(rude man)!" she growled, hanging up the phone. She got up, walking to the small bar and poured herself a drink. "Do you want anything, Terran?" she saw Terran shake her head. "Twins? I would recommend getting one drink..." Naomi sighed, "Give me anything...right now I don't care." she picked up two more other glasses, placing them on the counter with a [i]clank[/i]. She filled them with bourbon and vodka. "Well, here you go girls. Drink up for your darling Kaasan." she spoke, handing them a glass each. She picked up her glass, yelling "Boisson vers le haut!" She sat back down, awaiting her company....[/color]

What is your name? [color=violet]Etarah Sanchez Bickley Spell your name backwards: yelkciB zehcnaS haraE Date of birth: April 28, 1985 Male or female? Female Astrological sign: Taurus Nicknames: Cricket, Jigglypuff, Big T, Panny chan ;), Boop, Valentyne.... Occupation? College Freshman/Personal Assistant/Anime Reviewer/Peacemaker (at college) Height: 5'10 Weight: 230lbs Hair color: Dark brown/about to be blue Eye color: deep brown Where were you born? Grady Hospital, Atlanta, GA Where do you reside now? Piedmont College, Getman-Babcock Freshman Girls Dorm, Demorest, GA Age: 18 Screen names: Kei Valentyne, Avalon, Panny chan ;), pan_chan121, kei_valentyne, ara-chan, Valentyne Isisiona, midnight_valentyne... E-mail addy: [email]midnight_valentyne@hotmail.com[/email], [email]pan_chan121@yahoo.com[/email], [email]kei_valentyne@yahoo.com[/email], [email]Pan_chan@blackplanet.com[/email] What does your screen name stand for? heh, well...only for one. My AIM sn, Kei Valentyne, is after 2 of my fave anime characters...Kei from Dirty Pair and Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bebop. What is your gangsta name? [color=violet]depressedValentyne What does your diary name stand for? [color=violet]heh, nv you mind... Pets: [color=violet]none, but I'm getting a long-haired guinea pig for Christmas Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake? 17...my cousin ate one of them... Piercings? 4 Tattoos? 1...Ying-Yang symbol Shoe size:12 in women, 10.5 in men Righty or lefty? righty Wearing right now:A pair of jeans, some Coach shoes, a red bandana, a red overshirt, and a black choker. Hearing: A Perfect Circle "Orestes" Feeling: quite angry Eating/drinking: a candycane. ~Guys/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff~ Have you ever been in love? Oh yeah, lots of times.... How many people have you told "I love you"? 10 How many people have you been in love with? Male: 4 Female: 2 How many people have you kissed? Male: 8 Female: 9 Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Yes, indeedy. How many people have you dated? 10 What do you look for in a guy/girl? Nice personality, respectful to themselves as well as others, something that we have in common with each other, like hobbies. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite/same sex? *same as above What type of guy/girl do you usually go for? Mostly the quiet ones, they're actually nice...well, atleast that's they want you to think... Do you have a bf/gf? something like that.... If so where did you meet them? I met Eric while in high school...we had class together. What do you like most about your bf/gf? His way of thinking...and his poetic abilities. Do you have a crush right now? Yeah, two... If so who is it? heh, not telling you...just one clue: they're on OB. Hehe... Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, indeed I do. Do you remember your first love? Yes. Very well...his name was Timothy Fisher. Who is the first person you kissed? Timothy Fisher Do you believe in fate? Yes. Do you believe in soul mates? unfortunately, yes... If so do you believe you'll ever find yours? no...not with the bad luck I got. ~Family Stuff~ How many siblings do you have? Dad's side: 15, Mom's side: 1, Stepdad: 2. What are your parents names? Dad: Raymond Bickley, Mom: Deadrea Solomon-Loyd, Stepdad: Joseph Loyd. What are your siblings names? Oh, jeez...Mom: Joshua Zion Loyd. Dad:(here's where the "jeez" part comes in) Yashica Woodard, Cellerica Ramona Bickley, Lashunda Woodward, Meanoa Meme Woodward, Tricia Woodward, Antonio and Antione Bickley, Frederick Bickley, Jerome Bickley, Brandon Bickley, Markus Bickley, Tyrome Bickley, Jerrel Bickley, Christopher Bickley, and Tyrec Bickley. Whoo! that's a lot! How many siblings does your mother have? 4-1 who died = 3 How many siblings does your father have? 5 - 1 who died = 4 Where are your parents from? Dad: Detroit, MI, Mom and Stepdad: Atlanta, GA Is your family close? Mom's: yes....Dad's: ...not really. Does your family get together for holidays? yup...both of them...well, not together. Do you have a drunk uncle? Of course...I have 3. Any medical problems run through your family? yup. Diabetes, High Blood Pressure. Does someone in your family wear a toupee? yup... Do you have any nieces or nephews? heh, I got 8 nieces and nephews Are your parents divorced? well, they didn't marry. So yeah, that's a bit of a "divorce" if you think about it. Do you have step parents? yup...just a stepdad, though. Has your family ever disowned another member of your family? yup, and I'm about to be the 3nd one... If so for what? marrying out of their race, changing to another religion... Did some of your family come to America from another country? yeah, a few cousins and a uncle from Japan... ~Music Stuff~ What song do you swear was written about you or your life? A Perfect Circle "3 Libras", Cold "Stupid Girl" or Cherry Cola "Hating Breeds"...oh wait, I made that song...and it is about my life. Heh, how ironic is that?! What's the most embarrasing cd you own? Chris Rock "Bigger and Blacker" What's the best CD you own? Chevelle "Wonder What's Next" and Metallica "Black" What song do you absolutely hate? Anything made by Brittany Spears.... Do you sing in the shower? that's right! What song reminds you of that special someone? Rythem "Harmonia" and Massive Attack "Teardrop".[/color]

[color=violet]Let's see: Sae from Peach Girl - Beside the word "evil", they have her name and her pic too. This girl is just lowdown. She doesn't care about anyone except herself. I'm like, no. And the things that she do to Momo are just....plain evil. Carrot Glace from Bakuretsu Hunters - Pervert. That's the one word that crosses my mind when I think about him. I couldn't date him because I would be worried about some girl that he would be trying to hit on. Eh...no. I don't have time for that. Mamimi from FLCL - This lady, goddess...she, singlehandedly, made me stop watching FLCL. I just thought that she was a bit...off. First of all, she's too much of a touchy-feely person. She's grabby, crabby, and is just an all around weird person. Well, not weirder than Gaku or Kamon.[/color]

[color=violet]Mitsuko went though the girls' wardrobe, deciding to pick out some matching outfits, which would entice the men, seeing as though they liked twins. She pulled out two dresses, both black, and handed them to her twins, which were looking scared at the moment. Mitsuko sighed, telling the first one, Tatsumi, to come over. The girl nodded nervously, walking towards Mitsuko. "Now, now Tatsu-chan, I'm not going to hurt you. Have I ever?" "No Kaasan. You've been quite good to me, and to my sister." Mitsuko smiled, sitting her down in a chair and began brushing her hair. "Naomi, you can go and get dressed...I'll fix your hair after Tatsu-chan." Naomi nodded, grabbing the dress and going into the bathroom. Mitsuko looked after her...she caught the look of hatred in her eye and sighed. "It seems as though Nao-chan hates me." Tatsumi was quick to reply, "That's not it...no, that's not what she feels." Mitsuko raised an eyebrow, continously brushing her hair. "Do you hate me too?" The girl was hesistent. "N-no." she replied. Mitsuko sighed, putting her hair up into a bun. "There...now, go get dressed." She saw Tatsumi scurry off and in her place, Naomi soon came. She sat her in chair, letting Naomi do her own hair. She stood in front of the mirror. "Do you hate your kaasan, Nao-chan?" She scoffed, "Do you want me to lie, [i]Kaasan[/i] or to tell the truth?" she replied venomously, narrowing her eyes at Mitsuko. Mitsuko looked back at her, "Just answer the damn question. I don't need your smart attitude today." She looked at Naomi through the mirror, seeing her slam the brush down on the table. "Yes, [i]Neisha[/i]. I hate you...and those people that you call "family". I hate you all. You all should burn in hell!" she yelled, unaware of exactly what she did. Mitsuko narrowed her eyes angrily, throwing her hand back instantly, connecting it with Naomi's face. "Vous wretch! Vous wretch ungrateful! Après que tous que j'ai faits pour vous, et vous dites ceci! Sortez de ma vue!(You wretch! You ungrateful wretch! After all I did for you, and you say this! Get out of my sight!)" she yelled, seeing Tatsumi come in. Naomi cried, cradling her face. Tatsumi pulled Naomi into the bathroom, closing the door. She sighed, sitting down in the chair when she heard someone knock on the door. "Come in!" She smiled slightly, seeing Terran come in, but heard the phone ring. Pressing a button, she sighed. "Yes?" "Nei-chan, you told me to call when Lidan came in." the bouncer spoke. "Yes, she's here, right?" "Yeah, she's here alright." he replied, sounding a litte worked up. She scoffed. "Well, she headed down to the "main" room..so she's probably there." Mitsuko got up, "All right then, merci(thank you)." she hung up, heading out the door. "Well, let's go and see her, then." she saw Terran nod, closing the door behind her.[/color]

[color=violet]By this time, Kisumaaku was in full swing. Mitsuko sat up in the VIP room, overlooking the club. She leaned against the railing, narrowing her eyes slightly. In her left hand, she held a glass of scotch in her hand, moving it slightly to the beat of the music. She watched the crowd move to the rhythem, seeing 8 girls dancing on the stage. She laughed at the Aller-Vont les filles (Go-Go girls), moving her eyes towards the door that opened. She sighed, staring at Terran. "Well, are they here?" she saw her nod, sitting on the plush sofa. Mitsuko clapped her hands, seeing a group of 5 men come into the room. "Well, gentlemen. I believe you saw our women....which ones, le plus cher (dearest)?" She sat on the sofa next to Terran, crossing her legs, looking at the burly man that stood in front of the small table. "Well, we all like the girl down there in pink...and the girl in the light blue." Mitsuko chuckled, "Oh, Tatsumi and Naomi, the twins." she smirked, standing up. "Well, Terran handles this...so I'll let her show you the way...and I wouldn't screw her over." she saw the man pale. "She's not one to mess with, adieu."[/color]

[color=violet]Mitsuko sat in her small bar, twirling her toothpick that sat in the martini that she was drinking. She sighed, quite bored at this time. "Well, no use in calling Sayuri. Knowing her, she's busy....with someone or something." she laughed, leaning back into her chair. She eyed the DJ that was carrying his equipment inside. "What are you doing here? It's not time for you to set up." she saw the boy smile. "Indeed it is, kaasan. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to set up." she waved her hand, picking up her drink with her unoccupied one. She gulped down the drink, placing the glass down on the counter. Mitsuko laid her head down, folding her arms around herself. She closed her eyes, hearing the door open. "Yo Tashuro, set up in the back." she yelled, hearing no reply. She hear loud, slight clanking footsteps coming towards her...[/color]

[color=violet]Well, I wrote this poem earlier this week. I was feeling a bit...down and I just decided to write this down. So yes, this is the result of my feelings. BTW it's in French, but I've provided translations... Cette vie nous vivons...ce qui est de devenir de lui? (This life we live...what is to become of it?) Pour quoi vivons-nous? La réponse : Pour mourir. (What do we live for? The answer: to die.) Tout existe pour une raison...mais c'est obsolite. (Everything exists for a reason...but it is obsolite.) La "grande image" que chacun brouille pour trouver...(The big picture that everyone scrambles to find...) N'est absolument rien. (Is absolutely nothing.) Nous vivons pour mourir, simple en tant que cela. (We live to die, simple as that.) Aucun circuler la vérité, je suppose. (No going around the truth, I suppose.) Plus nous mourons tôt, plus le meilleur, je réclamons. (The earlier we die, the better, I claim.) Améliorez pour mourir tôt que pour sentir les difficultés que nous devons soutenir, je dis. (Better to die early than to feel the hardships that we have to bear, I say.) Pour être une coquille cassée et amère. (To be a broken, bitter shell.) Je meurs plutôt, pour obtenir juste au-dessus de lui. (I rather die, just to get over it.) Aucun sens dans delaying l'inévitable. (No sense in delaying the inevitable.) Il se produira, aucune utilisation en la prolongeant. (It will happen, no use in prolonging it.) Mais encore, nous accrochons dessus à la vie... (But yet, we hang on to life...) Comme un enfant se tient sur un ballon fragile. (Like a child holds onto a fragile balloon.) Pourquoi est-ce que c'est? Puisque nous voulons vivre? (Why is that? Because we want to live?) Pour ce qui? Que ce monde doit-il offrir? (What for? What does this world have to offer?) Chagrin d'amour? Douleur? Dépression?(Heartache? Pain? Depression?) Je serais plutôt mort que sentent ces émotions. (I would rather be dead than feel those emotions.) Mentent à vous-même, disent à votre personne qu'il y a plus à la vie...(Lie to yourself, tell your person that there is more to life...) Mais à votre coeur, vous savez que... il n'est pas. (But in your heart, you know...it is not.) Le bonheur est juste une illusion frêle que nous employons pour nous lier. (Happiness is just a frail illusion we use to bind ourselves.) Pour penser, les amis et la famille seront toujours là... (To think, friends and family will always be there...) Vous êtes a sullen l'imbécile. (You are a sullen fool.) Nous seul naissons... et nous seul mourons... simple en tant que celui. (We are born alone...and we die alone...simple as that.) Ainsi pourquoi coup dessus à ces petites insécurités? (So why hang on to those little insecurities?) Pourquoi faites-leur votre ligne de sauvetage? (Why make them your lifeline?) En fin de compte, chacun part.... (In the end, everyone leaves....) En fin de compte, chacun trahit... (In the end, everyone betrays....) À la fin....you sont seuls. (In the end....you are alone.) Pour soutenir votre tristesse....you soyez seul. (To bear your sadness....you are alone.) Pour soutenir votre douleur, vous êtes seul. (To bear your pain, you are alone.) Ainsi pourquoi le.and non simplement de matrice... soit-il seul? (So why not just die....and be alone?)[/color]

[color=violet]Heh, nice to see that you still want to continue but start anew. Good, very good. I will keep the same character, of course.... Name: Le'aoni Nagayo Alias: Niai Race: Vampire Age: 80 Gender: Female Alliance: CVA Appeaence: [img]http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363173/mature321.jpg[/img] Weapon: Besides vamp skills that she uses{i.e. hypnosis and temp. transparency}, she wields rather large silver bladed fans. Nationality: Japanese/English Personality: Tempermental, seductive, brave, talkative, comedic, impatient Bio: Born to a Japanese immigrant mother and a rich English scientist, Le'aoni grew up seldom seeing her "father". At age 7, she began working in the sweat shops with her mother and others, sowing and knitting fabrics together to make a living. She was satisfied with life, because she was so young, and she loved her mother dearly. When she turned 15, the workers' employer, who visited her mother daily, began to take a liking to Le'aoni. He sent her little tokens, like boxes of chocolates and extra bottles of milk in the morning. Soon he talked to her mother, who couldn't say no to him...for that would prove dangerous in the future. He cornered Le'aoni one evening after work and had his way with her. After that, she left her mother, being that the boss had her docked off to England, her father's homeland. Soon after, she worked in a bordello, often seeing the sweat-shop owner. One night, she just happened to see her father, who was one of her customers. She spoke to him in a darken alleyway, of her trials and tribulations of her life. He asked her if she would rather have a new life...and she said yes. From that day forward, she was a vampire, daughter and a successor to him. She is one of the top agents in the CVA, being that her father has trained her and he wouldn't expect anything less from her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He he...I'm back...and hopefully, I get in. Crap...I'm the only one representing CVA. [/color]

[color=violet]Name: Mitsuko Aki Code-name: Neisha (*smooth talker*) Bio: Born to a middle-class Franco-Japanese couple, Mitsuko was label as being the "oddball" of her family. She did many things that disturbed her mother very much. Her father, who made weapons for a living, was impressed by his daughter's intrigue in creating things and taught her everything he knew. At age 13, her father gave her a Model 45 Smith & Wesson for her birthday and taught her how to shoot it. She began running around town, shooting anything she could find (besides people that is). Her mother scolded her every time, ashamed that her daughter would be so in love with that "piece of metal". 7 years passed, and her skill of using weapons grew. Upon this point, she became friends with a girl named Nariko, whose father was involved with the Yakuza. She became interested, and began to ask Nariko, who couldn't give her a straight answer. Finally, one day, Nariko put Mitsuko through a series of tests. Mitsuko wondered why, but shrugged and did them anyway. Little did she know that Nariko's father was hiding, watching her every move. Afterwards, he came out of his hiding place, quite impressed and amused by little Mitsuko's showcase. He offered her a place in the Yakuza, if she was willing to leave everything else behind...and she accepted. Mitsuko is the "talker" of the group. She is a woman of many contacts, from America, France, and China. She is cold, calculating and loves to have her way...all the time. If something happens, she's one of the first people to know...from her contacts. She is also known for her cooking skills as well. With the money she recieves while being in the Yakuza and money that she stole from her parents for her schooling, she bought a nightclub in Kabuki-cho called "Kisumaaku". Personality: Mitsuko is a carefree and happy person, her "pure" aura that she carries makes it easy for her to be trusted. She smiles mostly all of the time and is very talkative. She enjoys a challenge, in fighting or not, and will never give up. She, most of the time, acts very motherly, which has given her the cute nickname "Kaasan". She loves to be in love...but hates to be sought after, which, in most cases, ends up happening. Mitsuko is known for her elaborate dress and her various wigs that she wears. She considers herself a "right hand woman" for some reason and looks up to Sayuri. Is friends with Terran, her "oneesan". Weapon: Sig Sauer P228 Silver w/left side holster, self-made double-edged Katana, and two daggers, given to her by her father. Description: [img]http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363173/vanessa.jpg[/img][/color]

[color=deeppink]Name: Inyo Temari Age: 21 Gender:Female Appearance: Original apperance: [img]http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363173/shiki-kimono2.jpg[/img] Fighting gear: [img]http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363173/mikoto-wowed.jpg[/img] Fighting gear2:[img]http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/363173/sad-shiki-awesome2.jpg[/img] Clan: Tatshuka Bio: Temari was born to a poor merchant family, who sold many things to make money. They were once rich...but her father got greedy, and thus, the downfall of the Inyo family. She grew up in a violent home, her father often beating her mother and herself as well. Her mother was skilled in the art of sword fighting and taught her how to use weapons properly. She had a cousin, who was disowned by her family, that was apart of the Tatshuka clan, and she had her stories about her. She was fasinated by killing, violence and destruction...and often thought about finding her, but was scared to leave her mother alone. One night, when she was 13, her father came home with a group of men, who raped her mother in front of her eyes. After that ordeal, she watched her mother dwindle, her pale body roaming everywhere around the house. A month after that situation, her mother committed suicide, leaving her in the hands of her father, which wasn't good. He beat her every chance he could...and raped her many times. Until the Tatshuka clan came into their village, killing many of the people. Her father hid in fear, leaving her alone outside to face her destiny. Luckily, her cousin remembered her and she told her, Natsumi, of her mother's problem and her solution. Temari called out her father, telling him that the clan had left. He came out from hiding inside of the house, seeing her...and her cousin. He panicked, trying to run, but was trapped. Natsumi held his arms, and Temari picked up her mother's katana and killed her father, smiling all the while. Natsumi recruited her cousin....but died shortly afterwards. So now, Temari has a deep-rooted hatred for men...and is known as the "red eyed succubus". Pet: Two black cats named Natsumi, after her cousin, and Kyoto, after her mother.[/color]

[color=violet]Avenue opened her eyes slightly, feeling something cold on her forehead. "What the hell?" she spoke, pulling off the bag of ice from her forehead and threw it to the wall. She sat up, swinging her legs off of the bed. "Nel-chan." she growled, getting up from the bed. She pulled out her drawer, rambling inside for a pair of jeans and a shirt. She found a good "throw on" outfit and put it on. She grabbed her shoes and put those on, hurriedly. She walked out of her room, going next door to Avenel's. "I wonder what he's doing." she spoke, opening the door. She raised her eyebrow, seeing the two figures on the bed and shrugged. "Heh, finally." she closed the door, walking towards the front door and grabbed her purse and the car keys. "Might as well drive around...I don't wanna be here if they start up again." She slammed the front door, running down the stairs. "Ha, that should wake them up."[/color]

[color=violet]OOC: Heh, Roxanne...I got it covered. IC: [spoiler]Avenel raised his eyebrow cutely, getting up slighty and pushing her gently down on the bed. He broke the kiss, "Are you sure about this?" he saw her nod and continued, both getting caught up in the moment. Feverish kisses and roaming hands blurred their vision, making their lower regions ache with need and release. Articles of clothing were thrown carelessly in the air, some landing on the dresser....others landing on the floor. Bodies collided passionately, moans and groans of estasy filled the small room as the lovers intwined themselves with one another....[/color][/spoiler] OOC: And that, my friends, is how to make a tasteful love scene....

[color=violet]Avenel smirked, looking back at her. "You're too cute, Xavei-chan!" he squealed, pinching her cheeks lightly. He laid back on the pillows, sighing a bit as he did. Stretching his arms, he winked at Xavei. "If you want to know how I feel about you...I'll tell you now." Avenel sat up a bit, smiling at Xavei. "I think you're cute, Xavei-chan. You're a nice girl and everything....and I like ya." he spoked, playing with a lock of Xavei's hair. "But, um...I'm not one to express my feelings...actions speak louder than words, no?" And with that, he leaned into Xavei, aiming to kiss her on the lips.[/color] OOC: Yes, a bit corny...I know. Tag, Roxanne L's it!

[color=violet]Avenel smiled, "Follow me." he replied, holding her hand. He walked with her to his room, opening the door to reveal a full size bed with red sheets and black pillows. His windows were adored with black blinds and red curtains. Avenel's two dressers were both black, their gold handles shining from the light. He turned on the lamp with sat atop his left dresser, turning off the main light. "Sit down....let's listen to some music." he turned on his stereo, setting his CD player to 2, which played Filter's Take a Picture. "My room's nice, ne? I designed it myself...and Avenue's. She doesn't know anything about fashion, you know. Well, not interior design anyway." he spoke, sitting down on the bed.[/color]

[color=violet]Avenel turned into the driveway, parking it quickly. He jumped out, opening the back door and scooping up his sister. "You can just stay here for the night, ok?" he turned around, walking up the stairs towards his apartment. He unlocked the door, walking inside of the apartment. "Just sit on the sofa until I finish." he spoke, walking int his sister's room, laying her down softly on the bed. He removed her shoes and shirt, tossing them aside. He touched her forehead. "She's hot." He walked into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and pulled out an icetray, cracking it slightly. He grabbed a plastic ziplock bag and filled it with ice. "There...hopefully that'll cool her off." he poured some water into the bag, zipping it up. Walking back into the room, he played with the bag. Placing it on Avenue's head, he sighed. "Stupid girl..." and with that, he turned off the light and closed the door, walking back in the living room where Xavei sat. "Let's go in my room...we can hang out and stuff. Besides, my bed's more comfy than this damned sofa."[/color]