Lunar

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Wowzers!!!! After waking up at 1 pm today after staying up until 4 in the morning yesterday to watch the final episodes of Full Metal Alchemist and the FMA movie, I had some time to think! So...... What is your favorite kind of soft drink? Why? How long have you liked it? What other drinks do you like besides soda?:animesmil[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"] As I was discussing the story with Nessaja, I decided that we are going to use our powers differently. So, you can still use any weapons that do not require magic(swords, etc.) but we are going to use any supernatural powers(telekenisis, transforming, etc.) until later on in the story. I'm planning to have the characters discover their powers by accident in a battle. If you have any questions about this, do not hesitate to send me a pm. Also, the way this story is going to go is like a quest. Your character is going to start out in a city(will reveal the various names of the cities soon(you can pick one)) when they find out that the brother's story is true by a vision. Your character will face various foes on the way to the supposed location where everything took place. Your first post(s) will consist of you having a vision(or dream) and then discussing it over with your family and other people of the city leading to you getting exiled. During the time in which you are exiled, you meet an older person(kinda like an Oracle) who tells you about the brothers(note, you do not have to even tell any parts of the story, it can be a time lapse, or you can just take out little snippets from the introduction post(in the auditions thread)). The Oracle then tells you that it is up to you to save the planet. So that's what's going to be in the first couple of posts. Again, any questions, do not hesitate to send me a pm.:animesmil[/COLOR]

Wowzers! You are all accepted! I was so busy reading you guys' awesome auditions that I forgot to add mine!:animeswea [COLOR="DarkOrange"] [B]Name:[/B] Denia [B]Age: [/B]17 [B]Gender[/B]:female [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://www.absoluteanime.com/bleach/yoruichi.jpg"]here[/URL] [B]Personality:[/B] Denia is actually pretty strange, for someone her age. She's pretty much a loner and although she is not anti-social, she prefers not to deal with others when she has the chance. She has a little bit of an anger problem and can throw things way out of porportion when she doesn't pay attention. She's not very trusting of others, but once she gets to know them, she's trusting. [B]Power/Weapon:[/B] Denia possesses two samurai swords that she puts in two sheaths strapped to her back. She also uses telekinesis, but can only use it for a short time before wearing her self out. [B]Interests:[/B] Reading, writing, animals, learning the ancient arts.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Heheeh. That was really funny! Especially the part about coughing on someone's food being a complement in France!:animesmil[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]"Well, I'm not sure if you noticed or not, but you emit strong magical powers. I take it you don't remember what happened yesterday........" This thought passed through her mind as Neith lay her eyes on the ceiling. She was so confused. What magical powers? She tried to scan her thoughts but found she was too weak to even think clearly. Her body felt like it weighed a ton. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move. She opened her eyes wide, finding it hard. The walls were a freezing stone that was a deep grey. She was beginning to panic. She realized she was in a cell. What was worse was she didn't know where the cell was, how she had got there and what had made her so weak. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered, trying her hardest to move. She stopped when she heard an anguished scream. She looked to her left and saw a pale boy on the other side of the room. She wasn't alone here. His screams of pain made her want to get up and help, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. What had made her like this? "It seems the serum was not effective........." "Serum?" Neith felt a sharp pain shoot up her arm. She looked down. A small hole was in her wrist. A burning sensation was beginning to run through her veins. She could feel it coursing through her body. She screamed and tried to stand up and run or just move, but she couldn't. "What is this serum supposed to be doing?!" she yelled. "It seems as if the serum was not effective on you either. You still do not remember what happened. Remain calm, please." "How do you expect me to stay calm?!" she yelled in the direction the speaker was. She lay still, waiting for a reply and trying to figure out what the serum was supposed to do. She remembered vaguely being injected with it, the nurses telling her to remain calm, that it was just to help her realize the power that she possessed. It seemed like it did the opposite. It was even harder for her to remember what had taken place the day before and she was unable to move. The more she moved, the more the burning sensation increased and moved throughout her body. She stopped, realizing that there was no point and just lay still, waiting for her chance at freedom. If in fact, that was what they were planning for her.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]I chose Lucy's. Her banner is so unique and artistic. I really liked the color scheme and the layout. I also liked that it was more than one hobby.:animesmil[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]We'll be starting really soon. I've been really busy this week, Finals are coming up.:animedepr I should have it up maybe next week on Monday, okay? [/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]In this thread, we are going to discuss the story and brainstorm any ideas about the characters. Ask any questions you have and I'll try my best to answer them.[/COLOR]:animeswea

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Hm. That's a great idea. I'll use it, thanks. Okay, it's final. I'm officially a bounty hunter.[/COLOR]:animesmil

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Hm. Okay then. However, with my writing sample, she fed on a lot of people. I still want to be a bounty hunter, but should I change my writing sample[/COLOR]?

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Hiya!:animesmil Acutally, I was going to be bounty hunter but I changed it to the Harbingers. I was wondering, could my character be a bounty hunter while still being a vampire? That's one of the main reasons I switched.[/COLOR]

[quote name='Dragon Warrior'][size=1]It would've been hilarious if he said, "P.S. Yes is the correct answer. You should circle that one. Just helpin' you out." [/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrange"]Yes. It is hilarious. If someone gave me one that said that, I would circle "no" just to mess with him. :animesmil As for me, yes, about twice. See, I'm one of the people who's really picky. If I don't like the person, I would tell him no. There was actually this email with this guy saying "I like you". I didn't reply though........maybe I should.:animestun Anyways, most people tell me they like me by either asking me out or being a complete a-hole to me and no one else.:animedepr[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][B]Name:[/B] Neith (Egyptian goddess of war) [B]Code number:[/B] VSB 22435098 [B]Age:[/B] 15 [B]Weapons:[/B] Shotgun and dagger [B]Appearance:[/B] Neith has black hair that she always puts into two pig tails. She is African American and tall for her age. She is very healthy and her hazel eyes are sharp. She wears a pair of capris and a t-shirt almost all the time along with a pair of running shoes. [B]Personality: [/B] Neith loves fun. She's happy go-lucky and just enjoys life. When she has to, she fights and she fights extremely hard. It's almost like she's a different person. Neith is outgoing and she sometimes talks back to the wrong people. She has a little bit of an anger problem too. [B]History:[/B] Neith had gotten into another argument with her father and was wondering around the buildings like she always did. It wasn't her fault that they got into so many arguments, it seemed to her like they were completely different people and couldn't be related at all. But alas, they were and as she walked on the sidewalk, she told herself to deal with it. "You." Neith stopped in her tracks and spun around. A German soldier stood in behind her, gun raised. "Wh-what do you want?" Neith was shaking with fear. "Don't play dumb with me. You know That you have commited several crimes." "What?! I didn't do anything! Who the heck do you think you are you -" Those were the only words that got out. Everything went black. Neith woke up in a room. A group of eyes staring at her. They didn't seem like they wanted to hurt her.............really, it seemed like they were her friends. "Wh-who are you people?" she said. "We........are the Geist-Jugend." a man said. "And what do you want me for?" "Well, I'm not sure if you noticed or not, but you emit strong magical powers. I take it you don't remember what happened yesterday." "No?" "Well, the soldier you met had shot you in the heart. However, you killed him. It was if he were exploded from the inside. You don't remember?" "No. I don't. Are you sure you have the right person?" Neith was surprised. She couldn't hurt someone. Could she? "Hehehe. Yes, we're more than sure, and we have a good use for your powers. You are to begin testing and training tommorow morning at noon." "B-but....." Neith thought about protesting, but she didn't. Somehow she knew that these people weren't to be messed with and that these people may actually be her only friends.[/COLOR]

[quote name='chibi-master'] Yeah, I got a love letter from a friend of mine when I was about 8 or so. It was more of a "Hi, I like you a lot. Do you like me too? Circle YES or NO. P.S. please circle yes." note. Yeah...not the most romantic thing in the world, but good enough for me.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrange"] I can't help but wonder chibi, what did you circle?:catgirl:[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"][B]Name: [/B]Callisto [B]Age: [/B]17th Century [B]Gender:[/B] Female [B]Species: [/B]Vampire [B]Alliance:[/B] Bounty Hunter [B]Appearance: [/B] [IMG]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=26784&stc=1&d=1228247379[/IMG] [B]Personality: [/B]Callisto is in every way a cruel and heartless person. She is a loner at heart, but she can appear to be as friendly as ever. She often forgets her place, however, because of her hard - working spirit, her bosses ignore it. She is very commanding, she can make anyone, human or vampire cower in fear at a simple glance. She smirks when she's supposed to smile and the only time that she laughs is when she is about to kill someone. It is rare if you see her in a carefree mood as she is almost all the time thinking about her job. She never takes no for an answer and she always gets what she wants. [B]Weapons:[/B] Callisto uses a staff that is studded with diamonds. This staff can also transform into a double edged katana. [B]Unique Ability/Special Skills:[/B] Callisto can convince you to do her bidding, whether it be to kill yourself, or a fellow comrade. However, since she is part of the extremely small percentage of vampires that have a power, she can only use it when she is close to death. [B]Writing Sample:[/B] Callisto walked up to the man standing in front of her. He was the first to die. Her hunger was ravishing. She hadn't eaten for days and her skin was pale. She slowly snuck up behind him; hoping he wouldn't turn around. She was just about to grab him when he turned around and screamed. The scream filled the air and it seemed as if every seemingly deserted building wasn't deserted at all. People started pouring out and gathered around her. "Hehehe. The fools. Why do they try to help him? Why don't they save themselves? They obviously don't know who they're messing with." Callisto slowly took out her staff and with a smirk, spun it around. Just the force of the wind it produced took out a few people. The others who were left started running towards her, and with a few jabs and turns of her staff they were all down. "Now this is what I'm talking about. Now where should I start?" Callisto looked around hungrily, trying to decided which of these would be the first victim. "You." With a smile, she walked over to a young man. He was shaking with fear, unable to run away. With a laugh Callisto knelt and bit him, the blood running down her chin. "Ah yes. Now I feel better." She drunk him dry and moved to the next unfortunate victim. She continued doing this until there was not a single soul left. She then got up, wiped off the blood with her sleeve and continued on her way.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="darkorange"]Thanks Drizzt for the awesome title!:animesmil I had written a story similar to this last year. I have a feeling this one is going to be very different. ~This is most likely going to have a lot of violence and some mild language~[/COLOR] [SIZE="1"][CENTER][B]-----+------[/B][/CENTER] Damned. The one word every single person on this planet is afraid of. When I say “every single person” I mean every person whether they are a child or an old man. Heck, I’m scared. No one here shows their fear however. I mean, it was told to us as a bedtime story sometimes and who wants to be accused of being afraid of a fairy tale? The elders here are scared as well, although they do not show it. It seems as if they are the only ones who know exactly what the history is behind this word. However, they do not say. It’s as if it they are hiding something. Something that would determine the future of our people. See, during the first years of my life, my parents told me this story. [I]“Once upon a time…………………."[/I] [CENTER][B]-----+------[/B][/CENTER] Acheron opened his eyes and looked up at the stone ceiling. He heard the steps of the servant woman walk into his room and wrench open his curtains. The sunlight flooded in. Acheron turned around and buried his head under his blanket. He never did like the light. “Acheron! Get up! Your father wants to see you at noon. Do you not know how late it is?” Acheron groaned, stood up, and walked to his window to look at the sundial situated in the royal garden. Eleven. “Crap……….” Acheron ran to his trunk to take out his clothes. If it were any other situation, he would’ve just gone to his shelf and picked out a random outfit from the piles of clothing. But this………..this situation was different. He didn’t understand why he had to dress up so much just to meet with his father. In fact, Acheron didn’t understand a lot of things about his father. Why he was so mean, why he always tried his best to raise strife between him and Leander. He loathed Leander with a strong amount of disgust, but it still didn’t make sense for his father to get involved. His father was the king of the whole country. Everyday people would come to him asking for advice, asking him for money, help with a war. It seemed as if his father took time out of his busy schedule just to make him and Leander fight. The more Acheron thought about it, the more his head hurt. He slowly made his way down the stairs for breakfast. He frowned when he saw that breakfast was over. “Hehehe. Looks like you’re late to breakfast again my brother.” Acheron spun around to see his little brother chuckle and smugly grin. “So………….you hear father wanted to speak to us today?” Acheron just nodded. He was too filled with anger to even speak. His eyes were sharp with hatred and so were Leander’s. “Boys.” The middle-aged woman looked at the two, her streak of gray hair glistening in the sunlight. The tall brown haired one with the eyes greener than jade and the equally tall one with the black hair and the grey eyes both stood side by side. They were both like her sons. Her late sister happened to be the wife of the king; a great honor for any woman. Yet she had died the last time there was war on the palace. The palace seemed to be getting attacked more and more. It seemed to her that it was mostly the king’s fault. No, he didn’t make dense choices and no, he wasn’t a weak fighter. It was like he was like a magnet for fighting. Wherever he went, people would fight or argue. She was worried about the boys. They had his blood in their veins and they couldn’t get through a day without having an argument. She heard a small click. “Your father will see you now.” The doors to the throne room swung open slowly. All of a sudden, everything seemed to darken; even the sun itself. It was like a shadow had been cast over them. “My sons. Come in.” The old man in the golden chair trimmed with velvet motioned for them to come. His face had been hardened with years of fighting and pain. His robe was hemmed with gold and he held an enormous ivory staff that was studded with precious gems. His bluish-green eyes had been darkened with age. He smiled as they both kneeled down and said in unison “Yes father?” “Arise, arise.” The two stood and waited for him to speak. “As you know, I am getting close to my death.” He paused and the boys nodded. Their faces showed no emotion; however, in their hearts, they were filled with joy. “And, as you also know, I’m going to need someone to succeed me.” They once again nodded. A burst of excitement shot through their veins. “After much consideration, I have decided I’m going to have you battle for the throne. Whoever wins is truly the strongest and smartest.” Acheron and Leander were thoroughly prepared for this type of announcement. This was in fact, the way their father was and if you didn’t expect it, you obviously didn’t know enough about him. “Is that all sir?” Leander said. “No, I only have a little more. Starting tomorrow, you will start training. Your training will be for a month. After that, you will proceed to the actual fighting.” Acheron finally spoke up. “And how exactly do you expect us to fight then father?” “I am getting to that. Have patience. Now, there will be a series of challenges that each of you will be required to complete. After that, you will both fight each other. Whichever kills the other first is the winner and the new heir to my throne.” It seemed simple enough to the two. It was their dream, after all; they finally had a chance to kill the other and not be taken accountable for it. “Is that all?” Acheron asked. “Um…….yes. That is all.” The two boys bowed and walked out the room. The woman entered the room as soon as they left. “What have you done?! Do you not know what you are doing?! Are you mad?!” “Calm down. I know exactly what I am doing.” The old man grinned. The following years were filled with fighting between the two. They grew older, stronger, and soon, they were full fledged warriors. However, they did not in fact fight for the country..............but against each other for the chance to succeed their father as king. Evil slowly started creeping through their hearts. Each passing day was ended with a newfound, more acute hate for the other until finally, in their minds, they decided that the battle, whoever won, would be won by malice. During this time, their father, the king was dying. First he had trouble moving, then his eyesight started to go. He couldn't get through the day without having someone constantly by his side. This is when the chance came. Leander was the first to take it. He snuck into his father's room as midnight was approaching. The moonlight lit the room, just enough so Leander could see. He slowly walked up to the bed, wary of his steps. Soon he was right over him. He reached up under his shirt and pulled out a large dagger. He smiled as he saw the light reflect off of it. Slowly, he raised it above his head and prepared to let it fall. He tightened his grip on the handle and brung his hand down towards the old man's heart. He halted when he heard the door open. "Leander, what are you doing?" his aunt had walked in. Leander quickly hid the dagger behind him. "N-nothing. Tell me, what are you doing here so late in the night?" "I must give him his wine. What are you doing here?" Leander's hands were starting to sweat. "Nothing. Just checking up on father." "Well he's fine. I want you to go to bed, Leander." "Okay then. See you in the morning. " His aunt simply nodded and Leander walked out of the room, being extra careful to hide the dagger. When he was a safe distance, Leander held the dagger in his hand once more. "So close..............." his voice trailed off as he once again went in deep thought. 'I must give him his wine.' Leander remembered what his aunt had said so well. Then it came to him. "Of course!" Leander laughed evily and made his way to his room. He fell asleep with a smile on his face. Tommorow...... tommorow he would get him and he would earn his rightful place as king! The next day before breakfast, he asked the servant if he could help make the meal. The servant hesitated for a little, it seemed to him that something bad would happen. However, he just said "yes" and let Leander help. For the next half hour, Leander helped cook the mealse. When if finally came down to making the wine, he asked the servant if he could make the wine himself. The servant nodded and with a sly grin, Leander poured the wine into the cups. He darted his eyes back and forth to make sure no one was loooking. He only had one chance to do this. He slowly took out a vile of clear liquid and added a drop to two cups. The serving bell was rung, and in a rush, Leander put back the vile and took the cups out to the kitchen. He gave everyone a cup, leaving Acheron and his father for last. With smile, he set the two cups down in front of them and sat down in his seat. He couldn't wait until they took the first few sips. First it was his father. Leander's aunt gave the wine to him and had him drink a lot of it(in that time, wine was believed to cure any and all illnesses). "Yes! He finally drunk it!" Leander thought to himself. "Only a few more minutes until the poison does its job!" He smiled again when he saw his brother take a small sip and go back to his breakfast. "Come on, you idiot! Drink it all!" Leander was impatient. "Only a little more time before-" A loud "thud" interrupted his thoughts. Leander quickly turned to where his father was sitting. He had collapsed. "What's wrong with the king?!" Every servant ran up to him. The blood was already drying in his veins. Leander could barely keep from laughing. He had finally done it. Now came the time for Acheron to fall. Leander waited and waited. He didn't realize that he looked strange sitting still while everybody else was panicking. The only one who seemed to be calm as well was his brother. "Why isn't he dead?!" Leander thought to himself. He waited a little more and when Acheron was still standing, glared at him. He was thinking of ways that he could have drunk the wine and not get affected by the poison. Suddenly, Acheron met his eyes. Leander looked down afriad of his eyes betraying him. He frowned when he heard his brother chuckle and walk towards him. He twitched when Acheron leaned down next to his ear. "Leander.........I know what you did. If you hadn't noticed, you idiot, I didn't drink the wine." A gasp escaped Leander's lips as Acheron chuckled and walked away. Then he knew. He had to kill him and soon. Soon after, after everyone calmed down, a funeral was being made for the fallen king. The servant that had let Leander cook with him was executed for "poisoning the king." Leander was present at the execution and showed no emotion as the axe swung and took off the servant's head. The lower people in the palace were disscussing who would be the next king. After all, the country was in another time of war. As they were sitting down, both Acheron and Leander had the same thought running through their heads. This was going to be the day. They both went through the varied funeral rituals, vaguely going through the day and not conscious of what they were doing. There was only one thing they cared about and when the announcement was made, they snapped out of their daze. "To honor the king, these two are going to spar a little." One of the men said. They were quickly dressed in armor and went up to the platform. It was going by so fast. Swords gripped tight in their hands, sheilds raised, they ran at each other. The battle didn't last long. Soon, one of them was on the ground, blood puring from a wound in his stomach. The crowd, once cheering grew silent. Leander walked up to his brother, kneeled down, and whispered in his ear. "You know the feast earlier this morning? Well, it was poisoned." Acheron opened his mouth to speak. His eyes were fading. "No, don't speak, let me finish. I know what you're thinking, I was sleep when they were cooking the food. Yes, of course I was but what you forgot to consider was the night before. You see, all the servants get all the food out onto the cooking area the day before. That was my chance. It wasn't really hard. All I did was just add a little drop onto the biggest piece of meat. I mean, as the oldest, you always get the biggest. So, you ate it today without a second thought and looked what happened. See, it wasn't really the wound that did the damage, but the poison itself. It was already in your bloodstream and it made your moves slower. Soon, all I had to do was just close my eyes and swing my sword. What a way to end your life, my brother." Leander got up, shaking his head and turned to the crowd. Acheron died his eyes frozen with shock. Leander knelt and pretended to weep. The crowd bought it and soon they were on the platform trying to console him. "Don't worry......" "At least you're going to be the new king......." "I've always known you would beat him....." Years later, this moment came back to him as he sat on the throne, his concubines around him. He had gotten the right to be king and was doing a terrible job of it. He didn't think so, all he cared about was the gold and worship he got. It seemed to him that over the years, no one noticed what he had done and if they did, didn't care. None of that mattered to him now. He looked up as he saw heard a door open. A frail woman walked in. "What is it aunt?" Leander said with a groan. "We need to talk." "Can it not just wait?" "No. I need to talk to you now." Leander got up and followed her out of the room and into the hall. "What is it?" "I've come to warn you. You need to be very careful these days." "What are you talking about? Am I not powerful enough to take down any mere man?" "When are you going to learn, you fool? Your enemy is not one from outside, but someone in this very house!" Leander rolled his eyes and sighed. This was all she wanted to tell him? "Look, don't worry aunt. I am sure that I am one of the most protected men in this kingdom. I mean, who would actually kill the king in his own bed?" His aunt sighed and rubbed her temples. "You don't understand! You are not immortal! You are not a god! You're just like your father. During the last few days of his life, he thought he was unbeatable and that he would die of old age. But yet, that servant-" She paused. "That servant killed him! I do not want the same thing to happen to you, understand? I already lost Acheron and I can't lose you." Leander sighed. "Don't worry. The same won't happen to me. Both those men were foolish. They didn't know what they were doing. Me, I'm not. I'm alot wiser than them both." "You don't understand, my child." His aunt simply shook her head and walked away. Leander turned around, trying his best not to look worried. For some reason, her words were true and Leander knew it. Little did he know, he would die that night. Later on that night, he went to bed. His wife had decided to stay up late to prepare for the upcoming feast. At least, that was what [I]she [/I]said. The more he thought about it, the more Leander knew that there was no feast at all the next day. So where was his wife? He fell asleep, these thoughts swirling around in his head. He was too deep in sleep to hear the door creak. He was too deep in sleep to hear the sound of a knife being unsheathed. He was too deep in sleep to hear her plunge a dagger into his heart. [CENTER] ----[B]+[/B]----[/CENTER]And that's how it all started. A father's decision, a brother's death . Little did he know, it would change the future. Here on our planet, Mecha, the fear is more noticeable. I myself have been having visions of disaster falling onto the planet. I try to tell my father, my mother, even my younger sister. But they won't listen and I always end up getting scolded. In my heart, I know something big is going to happen. You see, the visions first started on my 13th birthday. That's when all hell broke lose.[/SIZE] [COLOR="DarkOrange"] So, in a nutshell, you're going to be involved in a battle you're not supposed to be in between the two brothers( Acheron and Leander). You have visions of what is going to happen and you end up being exiled.:animedepr Remember, this is not detailed in any way at all and probably will change over time(you probably already know that:animeswea)[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkOrange"][B] -[COLOR="Black"]Sign Up Sheet[/COLOR]-[/B] [B]Name: [/B] [B]Age:[/B] (between 15 and 27) [B]Gender:[/B] (male, female) [B]Appearance: [/B](I would prefer a picture, but if you think it would be better describing your character, you can do that, just be descriptive.) [B]Personality:[/B] (weird traits, normal traits, secret fears and so on and so forth.....) [B]Power/Weapon: [/B](man made weapons, magic, or anything like that) [B]Interests:[/B] (you don't have to fill this out if you don't want to. However, it gives a little more information about your character) So....that's it. I will post the Backstage thread as soon as I can and I'll add mine after I get some replies. :catgirl:[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Hey there! Lunar here with an important question(and no, this is not stalling from doing school work)! Are there any fears you have? Not like a fear of death, but things that you're just scared of and you don't know why? Me.......I'm claustrophobic. I can't be in a small place for more than ten seconds without freaking out. I don't know why. Also, I'm afraid of drowning. I'm slowly getting over that fear, but I've had a few nightmares about being miles under the ocean and running out of air before I could swim out or having a wave knock me down.:animeswea I'm also afraid of my washing machine. Everytime it shakes the clothes really hard, it's so loud and it sounds as if it's a monster coming upstairs to get me.:animeblus Hehehe.:animeswea So..............what about you guys?[/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Wowzers! This is so cool! You are indeed talented! :animesmil[/COLOR]

[quote name='Drizzt Do'urden'] I do remember my first converstation with you Lunar, when I get a chance I'll go through my old posts and try to find out where it was.....I don't think it was really good though. [B]Edit:[/B] Check out the thread Attack of the Supernerds!!!!!!!!!! Memories.....[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrange"] :o Omigosh.................. I can't believe it. Yes, it is true. I was a complete brat back then. Here's the link to see how bratty I was(sorry if this is off topic too much) since Drizzt didn't provide it.:animeswea [URL="http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=59047"]Attack of the Supernerds!!!!!![/URL] *prepares to get hit in the head*[/COLOR]

[QUOTE]The all to familiar scent of brimstone fills my nose. Most would be gagging by now, but for me it is somehow?comforting.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrange"]I absolutely love this part!!!!!!! You're a great writer! I can't wait to see what happens next!!! Update soon!!!!!:catgirl:[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Indigo"]Wow! You know what's awesome? I can play a lot of Christmas songs on the piano. It sounds so much better when you know you're playing music that everyone likes. I'm certainly going to have to play on Christmas. My favorite ones to play are as follows: Ukranian Bell Carol Oh, Christmas Tree Up on the Rooftop Angels We Have Heard on High Silent Night Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy As for other ones, I really like Christmas Time Is Near by the Chipmunks(don't ask) and any other remakes of any original Christmas songs.:catgirl:[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Indigo"]Me no likey romance. However, some songs just make me melt. Lost Without U - Robin Thicke Fortunate - Maxwell Rush Rush - Paula Abdul Until the End of Time - Justin Timberlake Can You Feel the Love Tonight? - Elton John Killing Me Softly with His Song I'm sure there are more. Just the ones I can think of right now.[/COLOR] I just had to add the Fortunate video. [YOUTUBE="Fortunate"]i0fAEJQtqnU[/YOUTUBE]

[COLOR="Indigo"]I absolutely love Anthony Horowitz's books. They are so good an intriguing. I have in fact, read most of the series of the Gatekeepers. That was the greatest ever. Skeleton Key was really good, too. The one about Jamie and Scott, they could read minds and make people do things, that's cool. My favorite would have to be Matt, really. I haven't yet gotten to the book with Scarlette in it, but Night Rise was awesome! I have the whole book recorded on my mp3 player. So yeah, I love the Gatekeepers and Anthony Horowitz is a great writer.:catgirl:[/COLOR]

[quote name='Vicky'][size=1] It really takes this mick when people dress to 'look' depressed. Why would you go around showing that off? People die because of that. People go through hell because of it... so either 'emos' are wrong for dressing up and giving off this 'depressed' look, or wrong for pretending to be depressed, because it's not a fashion statement and it's not big. A lot of [i]people[/i] have depression problems - not emos. You should be careful with that, heh. [/size][/QUOTE] [COLOR="Navy"][COLOR="SlateGray"][COLOR="Indigo"] See, I forgot to say that I don't really know alot about emos. I'm kind of clueless, really. Forgive me. I honestly didn't know. I've only been exposed to that for a short time. What really doesn't make sense is why people would dress like that. :animedepr[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR="Indigo"]Hm..........I'll attempt to do it. It probably won't be as awesome as some other members can do, but I'll see if I can have one up for ya, 'kay? I"ll edit this post wiith the avi and sig picture either later on today or tommorow.:animesmil[/COLOR] [COLOR="indigo"][B]EDIT:[/B] Here it is.[/COLOR] [COLOR="indigo"][B]Banner[/B][/COLOR] [IMG]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=26780&stc=1&d=1227589405[/IMG] [COLOR="Indigo"][B]Avi[/B][/COLOR] [IMG]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=26781&stc=1&d=1227589782[/IMG]