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Click. Click. Click. The sound of footsteps. The only think that Locke could hear. No voices, no wind. 'How long had they been walking like this?' he thought. 'Hours? Days? Who knew at this point?' "You know, I really don't like long uncomfortable silences," Locke finally said to the group. They all looked at him briefly, and then looked back in the direction that they were going, silent the whole time. "Oh, so that's how its going to be." "Well we don't have much to say at this point," Flare told him. "True, true." Locke replied. "Well there's got to be something to talk about. Maybe why our bearish friend is carrying a barrel everywhere, for instance." "Its a weapon." Bear sneered. "And a very effective one. Would you like to see it in action?" "I'll pass." Locke replied, and continued with the questions. "Or maybe why we're here? Or even wh--shit." "What," Flare asked? "Or maybe why everybody but Bear and I can fly!?" Lock exclaimed, pointing upward. There was a large object flailing through the air, with large wings flapping to its sides. "Its a bird!" shouted Bear. "Its a plane!" shouted Toki. "Its Superman!" shouted Alex. Locke punched Alex in the arm. "Why the hell would Superman be here, and when did he get a tail and wings?" "I don't know," replied Alex...I was just kind of going with the flow." "Its Mitsuki!" Flare shouted in excitement.

[img]http://static.flickr.com/68/204140061_1ace0f0e43.jpg?v=0[/img] I don't know if this is homosexuality, I just saw a whole lot of wood...yes...wood is a pun...

Locke squinted through the cigarette smoke. 'I really am imagining things,' he thought. 'I've been walking around so much, I'm starting to see things off in the distance. It seems so real, but it can't be. It looks like a winged cat-woman and a huge bear holding a log over his shoulder. Some imagination.' "Hello!" the cat woman yelled. He heard that. For real. The two started running towards him. Locke didn't know whether they were friend or foe, so he threw his cigarette to the ground and reached into his pants and grabbed the gun he had found just a few minutes earlier. A SOCOM pistol. Same as Mr. Solid Snake. Locke looked up. They were just about 20 feet away from him. "Don't come any closer!" Locke shouted, pointing his gun at the winged one. It didn't look like the bear--no...the large human--would do any good at all. They both stopped. "Don't shoot!" the cat woman pleaded. "We mean no harm! We just woke up in this place today, looking like this." Locke lowered his gun. "What about you?" she asked. They ran up next to him. "Did the same thing happen to you?" "Yes," Locke said. "Before today I was Drake White. Now I am known as Locke." "Drake?" The man said, in a very low tone. "Locke," Locke corrected. "Its us, Rubie and Sergei!" The man said. "Flare and Bear," the winged one corrected. "Wow...what are the chances that the three of us friends all end up in this together, while everyone else has apparently disappeared?" Locke asked, rhetorically. "Do you guys know what's going on?" They both shook their heads. "In any case, we better look around for any others that this may have happened to." They began walking down the streets again, searching for anyone who could join them, or possibly tell them what is going on.

'What is that noise?' Drake thought. 'Just a constant beeping. I don't have an alarm clock. Must be Korey's.' "Turn it off!" Drake yelled to his little sister. No sound of movement...just a constant beeping. He opened his eyes a little bit. No one was there. Finally, after about 10 minutes of contemplating whether or not he should get up, Drake rolled out of bed and turned the alarm clock off. 'Where is Korey,' he thought. 'Oh well.' He went into the kitchen to get some coffee, but surprisingly, there was none there. 'Mom always makes the coffee,' Drake thought to himself. 'Oh well. I'll just pick some up on my way to work,' he thought. Drake went back to his room and picked up a pack of Camels. He grabbed one and stuck it in his mouth, then grabbed the zippo off of his desk, and in a fluid motion flipped open the top, lit his cigarette and put the lighter in his pocket. Drake took a long draw and inhaled, then remembered that he was supposed to wake his dad up this morning for a meeting. He put the cigarette out, and walked down the hall into his parents room. There was nobody there. 'Oh Well' Drake thought to himself. 'They've probably already gone off to work. I guess I better get ready to do the same thing.' Drake went into the bathroom and splashed some water onto his face to hopefully wake himself up. Afterward, he looked up into the mirror. "What the hell!?" he exclaimed. "That's not my face!" And indeed, it wasn't his face at all. "What the hell is this?" He asked himself. He ran outside. Nobody was there. "What's going on!" Drake yelled into the emptiness. "Can anyone hear me?" The only reply was his echo. He ran back in and picked his cigarettes up off of his nightstand. Drake stuffed them in his pocket and exited his house. 'Who am I,' he thought. 'Well I am certainly not Drake White anymore. From now on, I shall call myself Locke. He started walking aimlessly down the streets of what he used to know as his town.

Name: Drake White Separation Name: Locke Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: [B]Human:[/B] [list] [*]6'1" [*]170 lbs [*]Long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail [*]Ripped blue jeans [*]Black Shirt [*]Black chucks [*]Deep blue eyes [*]Hardly ever seen without a cigarette [/list] [B]Separation Form:[/B] [url]http://www.ranum.com/stock_content/marcus_white-small.jpg[/url] Locke is that with blonde hair and no mustache-beard thing. Personality: Drake is a, for lack of a better word, smarta**. This is why he has such a small number of friends. Noone else is willing to put up with him long enough to realize that he is one of the greatest guys that you would ever want to meet. He is generally very laid back, and he is always loyal to his friends. Weapons: [B]Silver studded belt[/B] - Master in the art of obijutsu (belt-fighting). This doesn't sound very good, but is truly incredibly lethal. For more info: [url]http://www.righteouswarriortemple.org/New%20Folder/hrdce.htm[/url] [B]Socom (Special Operations Command) Pistol[/B] - [url]http://www.casco.net/~evhigh/guns/hksocom2.jpg[/url]

Kudos to you, my friend. rots the mind. het rabk hows Hint: Old School Swim

I too have watched Big Brother since season one. I am glad that Jase was booted out tonight, because he had been playing all of the sides since the beginning. I do however, think that I would rather the evil doctor be out as soon as possible. I him. His arrogance is unbelievable. I'm a fan of James, myself.

Pulp Fiction cdoe vreconia Hint: Part of the title of a capcom game.

[edit] I apologize, but I must withdraw my application due to some technical problems that I am having. The best of luck to you all.

The ominous people in [I]Clerks[/I] close off silly Egyptians. I would like to apologize for my foolishness. I did not realize there was a word limit. Kudos to you Silver Blade, you were only a couple words off of what I originally thought of. APOLOGY

Definitely a pirate, no contest. Who cares if ninjas have stealth. Pirates get a carefree lifestyle. and can have their reputation spread so far throughout the world that the very sound of their name would make any person cower in fear.

True...hilarious results... TPBM worships David Spade

A cat heats edible rations on Neptune. Maybe I should do a long one OHDEARTHISISALONGONE

Name: Jack Lebeau Age: 24 Gender: Male Affiliation: Pirate Bio: As a young boy, Jack's father was never around. He was always out on the ocean making a living as the captain of "The North Star," one of the most well known pirate vessels ever to have set sail on the seven seas. It was just Jack and his mom, living in the ghetto of London. Jack was just five years old when he lost his mother. She was accused of treason for giving the criminals in the jail extra food. And she was hung. So then Jack was on the streets. He spent six years living off of scraps and whateveer he could steal. Then one day, Jack heard news of "The North Star" anchoring at the edge of town. Jack went to see if this was true. As Jack arrived at the docks, he saw that the rumors were true. The North Star was docked right in the middle of the array of various ships. Jack decided that he could get onboard and surprise his father with a visit. After Jack had climbed aboard, he looked around. The massive ship was deserted. They're probably all in town, Jack thought. Jack went from room to room looking for either His father, or someone he could ask about the whereabouts of his father. Finally he went in one door and saw his father's coat. He decided to just wait in the room for his father to come back. A couple of hours went by, and Jack grew bored. He got up and looked through a small hole in the door. There werer several pirates standing around, and they looked too scary for Jack to just go up and talk to them. Then two pirates looked at the door, and then muttered something. They started walking to the door. Jack scanned the room for somewhere to hide. He saw his father's bed and crawled under it. The two men walked into the room. They walked over to his dad's coat, and slipped something into the pocket of it. "Alright," one of the men sputtered in broken english. "Now let's get the hell out of here before the captain comes back. The other man just grunted. The two men scurried out of the room and slammed the door behind them. Jack jumped out from under the bed and ran over to the coat. He dug into the pocket and pulled out what the men had left. It was a small, square piece of paper. He unfolded it and there was a black circle in the middle of the paper. Jack folded the piece of paper back up and put it in his pocket. He decided to get back under his dad's bed. He did soo, and then he waited some more. The boredom struck again. After a while Jack dozed off. When Jack came to, he crawled out from under the bed. The coat was gone. He peeked out they peephole again, and realized that they were sailing. Yet, he saw nobody on the deck. He left the room, and walked around a bit, until he heard voices. He looked toward the wheel, and the whole crew was standing there, and one big burly man was holding his father up by his shirt collar. "C'mon cap'n, don't act so suprised. We gave you "the black spot. You knew this was goin' to 'appen," said a scronny man in the crowd of pirates. Jack remembered the paper in his pocket. "Now then, do ya 'ave any last words, or is it straight to Davy Jone's Locker with ya." "Wait! Wait," the captain said. "I never got the black spot! I never knew about this! I didn't have t--!" "What a pity," the scronny man said. "Can't even take 'is own like a man. He jus' lies an' lies to try to buy time. Shoot him Johnny, and toss him over." As if the burly man was waiting for a signal, as soon as those words were said, he pulled out a gun with his free hand and shot Jack's father square in the gut.Jack screamed, and the crew looked over at him. "What the 'ell?" the scronny man said. "Go get him, Chip." Another scronny man came out of the crowd and started walking toward Jack. Jack turned around and ran like he had never ran before. Chip started running too. Finally, there was nowhere else to run. He was at the tip of the stern. Jack did the only thing he could think to do. He jumped ship. Cold. Everything was cold.He could barely move. Darkness. Jack opened his eyes. He looked around. He was in a bed in a plain looking room. There was a woman standing there. "Finally coming to?" she asked. "I was afraid we had lost you. You washed up by the docks a few days ago." "Where am I?" asked Jack. "You're at the St. Charles Orphanage. Now you lay right there, and I will go get you something to eat." The lady left the room. Jack jumped up and ran to the corner of the room where he saw his clothes. He put them on, and then out the window he went. He had heard about orphanages, and he knew thaat he didn't want to be in one. And so Jack grew up on the streets, eating what he could, and stealing what he could, always dreaming of something more, and always wanting some adventure. Weapon: Cutlass Personality: Jack is generally very laid-back, and he is incredibly loyal. He would die before he would be consider taking part in a mutiny. Jack has always lived life on the wild side, being adventurous and carefree all of the time. Depite this, he also has a very serious side that only shows itself at select times. Appearance: Jack has long hair, and deep blue eyes. Jack is 6'2", 170 lbs. He's of average girth. He wears a white shirt and a dark blue vest over it. Jack wears a pair of baggy black trousers and a paiir of black boots. And to top it all off, he has a shinlength black coat over everything.

Soulfire is alright. I am more into Marvel though. I collect the rare ones. I got two copies of Amazing Spiderman #129 (first appearance of punisher) at a yard sale, and I ebayed one of them for $125.

A yacht by a blue train unloaded. HUTCHINSON

-Djarum Blacks -Toaster Strudel -The White Stripes -Seinfeld -X-Men -Pirates of the Caribbean -Holding a lover tight -Explosions -My best friends, Brian and Sarah -Whistling Disney tunes -Making fun of Bush - - - - - - - - - Actually...that's about it [COLOR=Red]Edit: Please expand on why you listed the items you did. The OtakuBoards are a conversation based message board so we would really like knowing the reason behind your choices. I also deleted your double posting of this first post. If you have questions about posting quality feel free to PM myself or any of the other moderators. Thanks! -Panda[/COLOR]

In my t dictatorship there would be one rule and one rule only. You can't be named George Bush. That is the one crime pnishable by .

False...to my knowledge TPBM eats Reeses for breakfast.

Don't ride patient nuns today, you jerk! RILOKILEY

I have a theory. [Spoiler] I am pretty sure Davy Jones and Tia Dalma (AKA Voodoo Lady) have some sort of past, because I went back to see the movie the second tiime, and I noticed something. The first time that the crew is at Tia Dalma's house, there is a locket on her desk. That locket looks exactly like the crest on the organ that Davy Jones was playing, and also the lock on the Man's Chest, except the face is replaced by a keyhole. [/Spoiler] Just thought you should know.

Sprachgefuhl. Space pirates run at coif-hating episcopalians filed under "haggled lepers" Wow. Rafflegilliam.

Rilo Kiley - More Adventurous - Good stuff...

Name: Irvine Drake Race: Werewolf Look: In human form Irvine is about 6'1'' and about 175 lbs. He has an average build. Irvine has long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and usually considered a "ladies man." In wolf form he doesn't look like a regular wolf. He stands on two feet. Also in werewolf form, his entire body covered in thick grey fur. First Ability: If changing into the wolf is an ability i have to pick, that'll be the first ability, but if not then superhuman agility will be mine. What made you impure: It was dark. He could hardly see his hand in front of his face. He stopped and gasped for breath. God knows how long he had been running from them. Why were they after him? He didn't know. But they were hostile, that was for sure. "Where ya goin Irvine?" he heard in the distance. Alright, he thought, now or never, he had to stand up for himself. "Come and fight like a man!" the person shouted. "What do you want?" asked Irvine, the man was finally coming into sight. The man now stood next to Irvine. "Do you believe in heaven...or hell?" the man asked. "We-" "Don't talk...just watch." The man stepped back. "Run," he said. The man's body started to contort...his back started to bulge out into a hunch...his flesh started to rip off...patches of thick brown fur in it's place...his face stretched out vertically...his teeth grew into pointed fangs...his ears grew into points. He...it let out a loud growl. Irvine was in shock. He just stood there, petrified. It lept forward, toward Irvine. It's jaws opened directly over his shoulder. Irvine's shoulder was in it's mouth. It was just then that he snapped back in to reality. Irvine dropped to the ground, barely escaping the jaws of the monster. He started to crawl away. All of the sudden, there was a burning pain is his ankle. Everything was happening so fast. He was aimlessly swinging. He flew threw the air. Everything started to spin. Then...It went black.

Brother/Sister profile: Name: Irvine Drake Age: 24 Gender: Male Personality: Irvine is generally laid back while he's on a mission, though when he is on a mission he is in all seriousness. He is always in deep thought, questioning the universe. The only one who truly understands any thing he says or does is his youth. Training methods: Kindness, let them come to you rather than you go to them. How do you feel about using a child as a killing tool? Irvine likes the idea because it gives the youth a more of a future than they would have had anywhere else. Bio: Irvine first entered the agency because of an ultimatum. He was offered to either join the agency or be executed. This happened because of a mistake that the agency made. Irvine was supposed to be a youth in the agency. The brothers and sisters thought that he was 17 at the time. In reality, he was 19. It wasn't until after he had seen the agency that the brothers and sisters had received this information. It was then that he received his ultimatum. He chose to work with the agency. He has been a brother for 5 years. (how he chose his youth is in the youth's bio) Youth profile: Name: Amanda (more commonly known as Mandie) McCue Age: 14 Gender: Female Personality: Mandie is quiet, and generally keeps to herself except when she's around Irvine. Like Irvine she is very laid back while not on a mission. Best weapon skill: Close Range-Whip Long Range-Autopistol Bio: When Mandie first awoke in the agency, she basically went crazy, because she had know idea who or where she was. The doctors had to give her sedatives to calm her down and put her back to sleep. The next time she woke up she was more calm. She walked out of her room and into the hall. The first person she saw was Irvine. She immediately clung to him, giving him a hug. She herself didn't know why she did this. Neither did Irvine, but he hugged her back anyway. They both sensed this unknown connection between the two of them that noone else knew about. They stuck together from then on, almost inseperable from each other.