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[I]Excerpt from the ?Hometown Gazette? [/I] ?disappeared. His mother was not available for comment. The police suspect he ran off, although no evidence is present to say the ?Gash? didn?t get him. The present clues are that he was put to bed at eight PM, and was gone by 10. He also took nothing with him, and a rope of bed sheets was found hanging out of his window. The same clues were placed by the ?Gash? when he kidnapped Marissa Yanic last week. The only difference, being that Marissa put up a fight, leaving the room a mess. We?ll also?? [I]Excerpt from the ?Fallson Times?[/I] ?vanished. His mother is quoted saying, ?He?s only eight years old. How could someone do something like this? I want answers.? Answers were not in the chief?s book today, as he said, ?We have no further evidence to say yay or nay to your question on a kidnapping. His room showed no sign of a struggle, a simple note was left, and a rope of bed sheets was found fluttering under the window.? Where has he gone? [I]Excerpt from CIA Director Roger Cummings? Speech[/I] If we are to stop this from happening, we must act quickly. Already, all five subjects have been moved, and we must gather the pieces before they do. The fate of our status as an organization lies in gathering them. If we are to show them that we are loyal, we must find them. ?Them, them, them, them? The words echoed around in his brain. From black to light, the boy opened his eyes. He immediately realized he wasn?t in his room anymore. There were birds singing, and the sun shone brightly into his eyes. He sat up and surveyed his surroundings. It looked as if he was in a burned out building. There were loads of debris all around, and things still seemed to fall with a loud sound. ?Maybe, that?s what woke me up? he thought as he stood up. ?I better see if I can find anything or anyone.? He had not even stood up and turned all the way around, when he saw the other four laying there. His jaw fell, and he walked over to everyone to see if they were still breathing. They were, and he then sat down. Now, everything was up to time, and hope. [B]Signups, and Misc?[/B] Well, since you?ve gotten down this far, maybe I?d better explain stuff a little better. So far, we have five kids that are going to wake up in a burned out building. The CIA wants find stuff, and moved subjects. Also, kids are disappearing. This will be in Chapter Format, and if you not familiar with it, here?s an example. [B]Chapter 28[/B] [B]Characters Involved[/B] JJ, Ulla, and Cheese. [B]Chapter Information[/B] JJ and Ulla walk out on Cheese in an attempt to save her marriage. There will also be an order for posting. So, for that chapter it would be JJ, then Ulla, and then Cheese. Not everyone may be included in one chapter, so don?t be discouraged if you?re not a part. Your time will come. To signup for a kid, you?ll need all this lovely info. [B]Name[/B] [B]Gender[/B] (Two girls and two more boys) [B]Age[/B] (I need, a 17 year old (F), a 15 year old(M), 13 (M), and 11 year old.(F)) [B]Nationality[/B] (Let your name reflect this please) [B]Apperence[/B] (Written and/or pictures are fine) [B]Bio[/B] (How?s life been for he/she so far? At least two good paragraphs please) To signup for the CIA, this?ll be required. [B]Name[/B] [B]Gender[/B] (One man and one woman) [B]Age[/B] [B]Codename[/B] (If they?re in the field, what?s Ops going to call them?) [B]Apperence[/B] (Same as Kids) [B]Bio[/B] (How did he/she get recruited for the CIA? What events landed them on this case?) I hope that everything is clear as crystal. I?m looking forward to signups, and as always, just PM me if any problems arise. My signup shall follow after one or two people post. Also, if someone stole a spot you wanted, go ahead and signup for it, it's not a first come first serve type of thing.

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]"All it would take to end this is three lives. Three measly people could die, and the whole world wouldn't be invaded by demons. By pushing them off the building, I could save the world. For once in my life, I could be the hero instead of the villian. Too bad they are my friends."[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Oh so many OB'ers, so little time.... Here we goes! In no particular order... [B]Annie[/b] because she's my twin/MSI agent. How freakin cool is that? [B]Methuselah[/B] is more of a "Give me some time to think of how to get there" than a "Would like to meet". She's an excellent writer, and I think we could write a novel. [B]Lady Katana[/B] is like the Foamy/Ctr+Alt+Del/ anything else stupid discussor. She's also incredibly cool, and meeting her is right up there with stalking her... (Wait, did I really type that? O.o) [B]Lady Asphy[/B] so she can stop wondering about who they sexy chalkman is. [B]James[/B]. I think that's enough said. [B]Arcadia[/B] likes alot of the same TV. We could have intellegent conversations about them in person. [B]Mimmi[/B] because I need to learn the art of bun making. That, and all good puppies deserve something, right? [B]Solo[/B] because he is Solo. If I missed anyone I talk to, feel free to fish slap me.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Woe is he who watches TV. His worst enemy is the DVD. I stick to that philosophy. Thanks to the TV, and my dad, I own some TV DVDs. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Seasons 1-7: I can't believe no one's written this. Am I the only Buffy fan than has parents who like it too? Alias, Seasons 1-3: I think, that this show is even better than Buffy. It's probably the whole espinoge thing, but I argue that Sydney brings me back. ER Seasons 1-2: Well, once again, I'm shocked to not see this one. I mean, who doesn't like a bunch of sexy doctors and nurses with huge problems? (That is a rehtorical question.) M*A*S*H Seasons 1-7: I like this show for it's humor. Plain and simple. Dead Like Me Season 1: This show brought me in with the toilet seat. Nothing more, nothing less. Am I obssed with TV? Maybe so, maybe not, but you gotta love free TV.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Theia sat in the dark. She had just been taken on as a Reaper, and this was her first kill. As the shadows began to dance, Theia shifted her weight. It had been a long night for her, considering the object of her prey. A little girl of eight lay in her bed, slumbering. Theia had at first argued with Death about this. The gruesome death that lay ahead of this poor girl was too close to what Thiea had gone through not too long ago. Death just shook her head and sent her out. Theia felt incredibly bad about this, and hoped she could make this as easy as possible on the poor thing. There was a sudden sound outside, and that signaled Theia that things were starting to pick up. She stood up, and still using the shadows as cover, moved closer. Her knife was in her hand, and had her fingernails as back up. The man crept forward through the window and up to the bed. In his hand, he held a rag, obviously full of cholophyll. He put it up to her mouth and watched her sturuggle. After she stopped, he picked up her limp body and started towards the window. As the light turned on, and Theia was left out in the open. She suddenly turned to her etheral form and watched the almost dramatic presentaion. The father yelled at the man,a dn the man ran for the window. The father pulled a gun, and shot at him. Only, he didn't shoot the guy. He shot his daughter. The kidnapper noticed the blood and dropped her on the floor. he then jumped out the window and took off. Theia not being able to take the torture of the girl any longer, appeared to her. "Hey honey, I'm here to help. My name's Theia. I'm gonna pull your soul out, and everything'll be fine from there. I don't think this will hurt a bit." she said, steadying her dagger. She plunged it into the girl's soul, and felt it leave. She then pulled up and walked over to the wall. She slid down it, as a single tear slid down her face. Theia didn't want to have to do this all the time, but this what she chose. Death told her about things like this, and she had accepted. Theia suddenly stood up. She walked through the wall as she gasped. The power that was surging through her felt so good. It was like she was alive and in the arms of someone she loved. It was pure magic. She had finally realized why she chose this. Theia sat down on the ground to steady herself. Things were already starting to look up. Theia then stood back up and started off towards Thanstos, to get her next assignment.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][Size=1]Well ladies and gentlemen, it's offical. Nintendo has released a flying type Pikachu. What kind of low is that?[/size][/color]

[B]Frankie[/B] [Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name-Frankie Paige Age- 27 Gender-Female Appearance- See Attachment. Personality- Frankie is a girl of the party. She loves to be around large groups of people, and also to socialize. She always finds out about the big parties and usually crashes them successfully. She is also a woman of the one-night-stands. She has gone through so many men, if you asked her, she couldn't name even one. She feels that if "You can have most men, why stick with one?". Most people who know her personally, know that she also is motivated by pleasure. She only takes stories that give her the upper edge on everyone else. From writing about the underworld, to world politics, if it will help further her outstanding image, she goes for it. Occupation- Freelancer Journalist Bio- Frankie was born into a normal enough of a family. Her dad was a lawyer, and her mother an investigative journalist for the New York Times. That put her out in the field alot, but she always found time for her family. Whether it was taking a break from the story, or not excepting one. Frankie was always an obident girl. She went to school, got good grades, kept a tight group of good friends, and kept her love life to a minimum. She never had problems with depression, or stress. To her friends, she was like Super Girl. It's too bad they couldn't read deeper into her. They would have seen that everything was driven by hate. Her hatred for the Church. Ever since she was two, her parents took her to Church every Sunday. There, she would sit and occupy herself with toys or a book. It wasn't until she started Sunday School that anything began to form. Her first day, she walked in with a pretty pink dress and a matching pink hat. As she sat down at the desk, the teacher walked in. She was dressed in a high collared blue dress, and as soon as she sat down, the horror began. When she opened her mouth, it seemed that only hate was pouring from her. She preached on things such as the evils of eating too much, or waering pink. She didn't catch Frankie until the end of class. When she spotted her, she snatched her hand, and smacked it with a ruler. She threatened her to never wear that color again, or else. Frankie was so terrified by the whole ordeal, that she refused to continue going. It wasn't until she became older, that she realized she could do something about it. She had decided to become a journalist and expose the Church for the phonies they were. As the years past, she began to forget about it, but the wounds were still there. After she graduated, the event had been totally wiped from her head. She went onto to graduate with a degree in Journalism. She then went to work at the Times like her mother. Unluckily for her, wehn she did her first story, they kciked her out. They said that it wasn't acurate, and she had let her opinions overtake her thoughts. She quickly began to realize, that by writing a simple article on one of the many Priests that raped little boys would spread a wildfire. If she exposed all of them, she could become famous. A simple wrench was thrown in her plan. She became hooked on the night life. He friend convinced her to go to a party being held by a famous corperation, and she was instantly hooked. She went on to spend the next two years working on and off, and partying. She forgot about everything, and only lived for the moment. It wasn't until that package arrived from her mother did everything change. When Frankie had returned from one her many nights out, she found a package on her mat. It was addressed to her, with no return address. She took it inside and opened it. Inside were three things. A pair of golden hoops, a crucifix, and a small jewlery box that was shaped like a circle. She opened the jewlery box first, only to find a note from her mother. It went like this. [I]Dear Frankie, I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you over the phone. It just seemed like calling you wouldn't do the justice. I guess, that the years are getting to me, but it just wasn't right for us to fall completely out of touch. I've sent you some of mine and Granny's things. I hope you enjoy them. Mom[/I] Frankie fingered the crucifix. It began to bring back memories, but she wore it anyway. She also put the earings on, and looked at herself in the mirror. There, she saw a figure that looked oddly like her. The figure was crying tears of blood, and blood was also pouring from her head. Frankie shut her eyes quickly and looked again. There was her with the earings and the cruicfix, minus the blood. She dismmised it as a trick, and went on her merry way. Sadly, that didn't work. The next night, Frankie went out to party, and possible pick up a guy. When she got there, she began to get angry. It was like someone had pushed her too far. She walked up to the nearest guy and kicked him hard in the crotch. As he bowled over, she quickly walked out. The next night, she tried again. This time, she ate so much, she threw up. Once again, she left in disgrace. It was getting annoying now. She tried one more time. This time, she seemed fine. She didnt' eat too much or stop guys from having babies. As the patry winded down, Frankie began to flirty. By the time the night was over, Frankie was ready go home with more than six guys. It was record breaker for her. The next day, when Frankie woke up, she felt a sharp pain on her arm. When she finally got out of bed, she noticed that the sheets were stained red. She looked at her arm, and screamed. There, it looked like someone had torn her flesh with a nail. She tried not pass out, and went for the bathroom. She pacthed herself up and left. She decided against going to the ER, and instead, just goes home. She decided that her mother could help. She gave her a ring, and to her surprise, her mother knew what it was. She told her about the many saints that had them. She told Frankie to seek out a priest and hung up. She did just that.[/size][/color] OOC: I hope everything is OK. Just AIM me at Darncoolguy1 if you have any problems.

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1][B]Women's Ex-Best Friend[/B] Name: Heath Blueberg Age: 25 Appearance: See attachment. Personality: Bleh. I'll edit this Occupation: Novelist/Waiter Bio: Ditto OOC: Heh, sorry. A little busy[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name: Theia Nicole Thames Reaper Name: Kinder Soul Age: 14 Appearance: See attachment Personality: Theia is an incredibly out spoken teen. She likes to argue with anyone, and usually wins. She loves to hear herself talk, and would talk the ear off a wall. She may not know what she's talking about, Reaper's Becoming: Theia was killed by a serial rapist. One night, she had gone to bed at a friend's house, and he struck then. She saw him, and started to yell. He pulled a knife on her and stabbed her. She tried to bite him, and he stabbed her in the head. She tugged at the knife for a second, then let out a blood curtling scream. This awoke the parents, and they saved the other girl. Theia to some, died in vain. To others, she died a hero. To her parents, she died a fool. Reaper's Weapon: The knife that killed her, and her fingernails. Reaper's Gift: Telekinesis Reaper's Former: Theia was born into an interesting family. Her mother was a psychologist and her father was a philosopher. It seemed like they were the most miss matched pair ever. Thier every opinion clashed, but yet they still managed to love each other. Theia usually kept on her parent's good side, but she yearned to be a real teen. She was sick of helping with the files, or learning the twenty verse of a poem. She wanted to go to the local fast food jive and hang out. She yearned for the movie theather. You could say her first and last step towards that started with erh sneaking out to go to Jamie's sleepover. The funny thing was, that Theia was the only one. No one else could have made it. That dissapointed Theia too, but the two girls had fun. It was after they went to bed that night, that Theia's life was shot short of becoming her true self. A politican that would help smooth over things with foreign contries.[/size][/color]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]Jason looked at the new girl. Before she had opened the door, Jason was getting himself psyched up to stand up and go first. He figured that if he went first, the worst was over. Everyone could get over their fear, and this class wouldn?t turn to flame. He silently hoped that the new girl would go first, but all she did was mutter a couple of words and sit down. Jason turned to Leo and he gave the thumbs up. Jason stood up before Senpai could call on someone. ?Hi, I?m Jason Firmd, and I come from the USA. I figure it doesn?t matter much, but it makes a good introduction.? He said, starting to blush slightly. ?This is my third year in Film, and I?ve enjoyed it so far.? ?Why?? Senpai asked, looking at him. ?I think that classes like Film and Art give you a chance to express your feelings in one work. You can let out whatever emotions you?ve been holding on to the paper. It?s like you can lift the weight on your shoulders.? He said, starting to fiddle with his collar. ?You seem to feel pretty strongly about that.? Senpai said, glancing around. ?Well. Any who, I think that?s probably the biggest lesson I learned from our old teacher. I never really paid attention to most of his lectures on the ?Basics of Film making? or anything like that, but I did pick up quite a few things.? Jason said, starting to cool down. ?Somehow, that doesn?t surprise me.? Senpai said, a small smile creeping up his face. ?I think that?s about all. You can sit down now.? Jason sat down with a good exhale of breath. He had gotten through the worst, or so he hoped to think. Before he turned to another student, Senpai looked to Jason. ?You never answered my question.? Jason look confused, ?What question?? he thought, getting flushed again. ?Why do you feel so strongly about expressing feeling?? he said, looking interested. ?I guess, that it all goes back to the past.? Jason said, turning in his chair. ?Ok, that?s good. Who?s next?? Senpai said, looking for hands. As someone stood up, Jason began to think. ?He wanted to know why. The funny thing about that is, I don?t know either.? Jason then turned to the speaker and began to listen.[/size][/color]

[color=DarkBlue][size=1]"Oh just great!" Shaun thought as he sat down. "I forgot the stupid Math again. He's gonna fry me." The Math teacher walked in and sat down at the desk. He put his briefcase on the desk and opened it. "Good Morning Class. I hope everyone has thier homework?" Shaun tried to slink under the desk. He had finished it, but he had forgotten it in his last class. He slinked even farther and prayed for a miracle. Unluckily for him, today was not his day. The teacher stood up with a red pen in his hand. Shaun reached for an invisble hat and tried to pull it down. He started to turn red, and waited for the hand of justice to come down. A sudden sound caused Shaun, the rest of the class, and the teacher towards the hall. There, two students were ripping on each other. The teacher's face set a grim expression, and he stepped out. Shaun looked up at the ceiling and clasped his hands together. "Thank you!" he said, pulling out his book and some paper. He might pull this off after all. He opened the book and furiously began to write. About ten minutes later, just as Shaun closed his Math book, the teacher walked in. Shaun's face at this point was beaming. The teacher offered no explanation as he continued his rounds. Shaun handed his paper over proudly, then sat back. He let out a sigh and wiped the sweat off his brow. Shaun really hated Math.[/size][/color]

Somehow, I think even [B]YOU[/B] Dragon Warrior drool... But that's not what we're here for, is it? Sorry 'bout the pause, but Half Life 2 has sucked all the time I have. After the long awaited Pause, here's Chapter 2! [B][I]Chapter the Second or ?Why there are never Successful Staff Meetings?[/I][/B] [B]Last Time, on Loser Mod Wanabes.[/B] [color=darkslategrey]Methuselah made some shocking discoveries about Dragon Warrior. The Staff played a disturbing game of Twister. In addition, Kei was turned into a Plushie by some sexy eyes.[/color] [Color=DarkBlue][size=1][B]In the Manga Workshop?[/B] ?Methy?? JJRiddler started to say, but he saw her start to sway through his peripheral vision. He turned around and shot his arms out in an attempt to help her. His first attempt failed as she flew through his outstretched arms. He then threw himself on the floor in an attempt to stop her fall. Unlucky for him, she had woken up, and her outstretched arms met with his flat back. The wind was knocked out of him, but he had broken her fall. ?Oh, JJ, I?m really sorry about that.? Methuselah said, picking herself off him. ?It?s? Ok?. Really.? JJRiddler said, slowly picking himself off the floor. ?Good, because the weird Kei-like Plushie is looking at you like she wants to eat you.? Methuselah said, starting to chuckle. ?What? I don?t see anything at all.? JJRiddler said, frowning. ?You don?t see the Plushie moving towards you, using the table as cover?? Methuselah said, clutching her sides. ?Nope, and?? was all JJ could get out before the Plushie pounced. ?Methy? A LITTLE HELP PLEASE!? Methuselah looked around the Workshop for anything that could help the poor guy. Suddenly, she spotted the pencil Kei had laying down. She grabbed it, and dropped it. The Plushie?s head shot around, as it uncurled from JJ?s face. It jumped down and waddled over to the pencil, picking it up in fascination. JJRiddler looked over at Methuselah and smiled. He motioned towards the door, and started to tip toe backwards, not turning his back on the Plushie. Methuselah tiptoed very fast like, her feet making a slight scuffle sound. She gave a last glance at the Plushie, who was still fascinated with the pencil. She then backed out of the room, leaving enough space for JJ to slam the door shut. She then turned to JJ and laughed. ?The little dear seemed to like the pencil, and your face Akamaru.? She said, smiling. ?It doesn?t matter what the beast liked. We need to talk to Solo Tremaine about this. A wild Plushie in the Manga Workshop is not something we leave for some n00b or other member to clean up. I elect we try to PM him first. If he doesn?t respond, then we?ll go looking, one of us, and the other will keep the door guarded. Sound good?? JJ asked, turning his gaze from the floor to Methuselah. ?Fine. I call first search!? she said, throwing her hand up. ?No, since I came up with it, I get it.? JJ said, smirking. Methuselah then walked over to him, and walloped him with her pad of paper. ?Ladies first.? She said, smirking larger. ?Fine. I?ll PM Solo, and you can get ready.? JJRiddler said, pulling up a chair. Methuselah then snuck into the Anime Lounge to see if she could spot him there. He wasn?t there, so she stepped back into the hall and walked back over to JJ. ?Anything yet?? she asked, tapping her foot. Her hands were on her waist, and she obviously seemed impatient. ?Nope. He may not be here though. His profile says he?s online, but I?m not sure.? JJ said, a frown coming over his continence. ?Well, I?m off then.? Methuselah said with a hint of sarcasm. ?Watch out, it may not just be here whatever this was hit.? JJ said, a look of worry appearing. ?Don?t worry. I know who it was, but I don?t know who?s next. I?ll PM you if I find trouble.? Methuselah said as she walked out of the giant automatic doors. ?Sure she will?? JJ thought as he settled deeper into his chair. He had hoped to not fall asleep, but already, his eyes began to droop. They finally closed, and JJ dosed off. [B]Meanwhile, High above the crowds, in the Mod building?[/B] ?James, are you awake yet?? Dagger IX1 asked. ?Of course not silly. He?s still drooling.? terra responded. ?Well, we really should wake him up.? Queen Asuka said, frowning. ?Your right? Hey, wait a second. You are not supposed to be here, you?re retired. Who let you in?? Arcadia asked, getting red in the face. ?The guard did. I think it was some n00b. All I did was show him my pass and he let me through.? She said getting up. ?I?ll just let myself out..? ?Aw, Queen Asuka, it?s not that we don?t want you here, it?s just, we don?t need you here. It?s not really any of your business what goes on here.? Lore said, looking sad. ?No, I understand? Hey, that door is shiny.? Queen Asuka said smiling. ?I like shiny things.? ?Oh no, she?s become Bipolar!? Shinmaru said. ?I saw people like that on ER.? ?Is that the one where all the bloody people are brought in, and the sexy nurses and doctors that have lots of personal problems fix them up?? Lady Asphyxia asked, looking happy. ?Yep, the one and only.? Shinmaru said. Adam looked around for a second. He then blinked, and looked at Asuka who was still staring at the door. He walked over to the door and opened it. ?Goodbye Asuka, you can talk with everyone after the meeting, outside.? He said smiling. ?It?s no wonder we never get anything done at staff meetings? he muttered, ?Everyone just wants to socialize.? He rubbed his temples. It was going to be a long day for him. Suddenly, Solo Tremaine stood up. ?I just received an urgent PM regarding the Manga Workshop. I?ll see to it, then return.? He walked out of the room, his cape swishing. ?Why does he get a swishy cape?? Syk3 asked, putting his hand up. Adam put his head into his hands. It was defiantly going to be a long day. [B]Some time before? in a shady part of Otakuville?[/B] Methuselah looked around. She had been walking through the city for an hour now. She typed a quick PM to JJ, and then started to walk again. It seemed like everything was very ordinary for right now. The people hustled around, acting as if they had somewhere to be, bikes zoomed around, and daring people to try to stop them, and little kids ran around playing dangerous games in the street. Methuselah nodded for a second, yeah, today was defiantly regular. Suddenly, a giant shadow covered the sun, and caused everyone to look up. ?There isn?t an online eclipse for another twenty-eight years.? thought Methuselah. ?This is bad. I better PM JJ.? She pulled up her little screen, and typed in the information to JJ. She then hit ?Send? and waited for a response. If things turned out to be bad, Methuselah didn?t want to be in the middle of it all. She had already fought through one N00b War, and was in no mood for another. The only thing she would fight against would be the illustrious Dragon Warrior. His sexy eyes and sexy evil laugh turned her on in a little way. She would never admit that to anyone though. Her window suddenly popped up, and she read JJ?s response. Methy, Stay where you are. Watch what is going on. Solo?s coming to check on the Plushie. I?ll get back to you when he gets here. Akamaru ?Lovely, just what I always wanted. An order to stay put.? She said, starting to pout. A sudden pink smoke forced her to stop. It trailed from the sun, and headed for the giant skyscraper that served as the not-so-secret hiding place for the Officials of Otakuville. Methuselah let out a small gasp and PM?d JJ a shaky one. She then took off towards the entrance, which everyone knew was hidden oh-so-cleverly as a wall. She ran in, and waited for the guard. After about a minute, Methuselah took a step forward, and waited for the voice that told you that ?You?re going to be evaporated if you don?t leave.? It never came on, so Methuselah creped over to the elevator and pressed the call button. The silver door slid open with a small ?swoosh?. Methuselah stepped in, and closed her eyes. The elevator then took at off at alarming speeds, sending Methuselah to the roof of the elevator. When it finally stopped, Methuselah was thrown to the floor. She was a mess, her hair everywhere, her shoes thrown to the side; her pad of paper strewn about the elevator, and worse of all, her glasses lay on the ground, smashed. She silently cursed, and started to pick up. When the doors finally slid open, she was met with about twelve anxious faces. One spoke up ?What are YOU doing on OUR elevator?? it asked as the masses crowded in. ?Well, I saw this giant pink cloud?? Methuselah started. ?I told you Shinmaru. It?s time for the ?I-won-our-bet nad kicking.? Desbreko said, smiling wickedly. ?Not in here Desbreko. You might miss and hit someone else. We all here want to have babies.? Syk3 said, his hands trailing downward. ?Always got to spoil my fun, don?t you?? Desbreko said, starting to pout. At this, the elevator jerked, and the entire crowd, with the exception of Jamie, grabbed the conviently placed seat belts. Jamie would have gone flying again, if not for the combined efforts of Dagger IX1, terra, and Arcadia. They held her down, and in the end, got really tired arms for it. When the elevator stopped, all of the staff headed their separate ways. Methuselah ran to catch up with Dagger IX1. She tapped her on the shoulder, and asked, ?Why does everyone look so shaken up?? Dagger IX1 looked around, then motioned for to follow the hand. She did, and a few seconds later, they were in the Anime Lounge. As Methuselah continued to follow Dagger, she began to get tired. They finally arrived at a giant door that said closed. It was obviously a closed thread, but why come all the way back here? What happened in that room? Methuselah hoped these questions would be answered now. As the door shut, DaggerIX1 opened her mouth. ?Well, at first, no one noticed anything was wrong. It wasn?t until the sunlight was blocked that we realized anything was wrong. After we all stupidly got up to look, Red and Bio sat back down. By the time anyone had turned around, they were gone, and pink clouds hovered overhead. Suddenly, two Plushies dropped from them. As Lore bent over to look, the one that looked like Red pounced. Lore screamed, and Manic zapped the bugger with his ModRod. It stunned him, and Lady Ashyxia got the one like Red. We then hightailed it outta there, and met you.? She said, frowning. ?Oh wow. Moderators disappearing, Plushies appearing, this is too weird.? Methuselah said, scratching her head. ?Could you PM me if anyone else disappears?? ?Sure.? She says nodding. ?I?ve got to talk to JJRiddler and Solo about this.? Methuselah said, getting up. ?Stay hidden, and uh, don?t talk to any pink clouds.? Dagger nodded, and then slinked deeper into the shadows. Methuselah closed the door, and then started for the entrance. As she walked, she noticed that things were getting a little out of hand there. Some n00bs were yelling over who was the hotter Sayin, others were yelling about who had better hair in Fishi Yugi. Methuselah sighed, and left the Lounge. As she walked into the long hall, she noticed that JJ and Solo weren?t there. She looked up and down the hall, but didn?t see the pair. She cautiously approached the door to the Manga Workshop and set her ear up against it. She heard voices, so she gently pushed on the door. What see saw, amazed even the pad of paper still in her hand?[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name: Shaun Hilder Age: 14 Gender: Male Description: See attachment Notes: Shaun is actually not an exchange student. His parents, weirdly enough, wanted to put him into Japanese school after they moved due to the military. It's put him in a, mix of sorts. Number one, is that he doesn't speak much Japanese. Number two is, all of his classes are in Japanese, so he has to copy and sneak looks off his friend's paper. Putting him in the position to be expelled. He doesn't like doing it, but in order to pass, he has to. He also doesn't like having to ride an hour to school, but for another four years, it's his parents call. All around though, Shaun's not a bad guy to hang with. He's pretty fun to hang around, making jokes at apropriate times, most of the time. He likes to listen to music, and he loves writing. Dancing, is something he'll only do around friends, but everyone says he's good.[/size][/color] OOC: If anything need changed just call me.

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Jake Rowan sat at his desk. His head was burried in a book bearing the title "The Complete Works of Shakespere". As his eyes scrolled down the pages, his brain digested the information. "What say you? Can you love the gentleman?This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face" Jake began to recite out loud, the class all turned around. "Heh, sorry 'bout that." The class turned back around as the teacher came in. "Good morning class. Today, we will be reading "Romeo and Juliet". Please open your books to page 23. We'll begin with the scene that involves Juliet, the Nurse, and Lady Capulet. Would someone care to read?" he asked, looking around. No hands shot up, so he closed his eyes. "I guess, we have to do this the hard way..." he said, sticking his finger up. The entire class ran out of the classroom, praying it wasn't thier turn. A well dressed, blonde haired guy pulled out a sheet of paper. "Today, it's Tanya, Hiku, and Jake." he said, snickering. Jake glanced around, then sighed. He slowly opened the door, and allowed the two girls to head in first. He hated having to read in front of the class, especially when it involved women. The one thing that kept Jake from just walking out, was the fact that alot of men in Shakespere's time played women, so he guessed it wasn't that bad. As Jake threw one last glance at his classmates, they all smiled at him. "Good luck." is what their faces seemed to scream. Jake chuckled, then closed the door. He smiled at Tanya, then took his seat. The teacher then opened his eyes. "Aha! I knew we could get three people. Tanya, you read as Juliet. Jake, you can be the Nurse, and Kim, your Lady Capulet." He motioned to the class, and they ushered in. "You may start Mr. Rowan." he said, a glint in his eye. "I really hate him." Jake thought as he started to read. After class, Jake tapped Tanya on the shoulder. "Hey, Nice reading. I just loved having to listen to the confessions of two women." he said, laughing. Tanya looked at him, then smiled. "I bet you did." she said.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]The shadow suddenly stirred, showing itself to be a man. As he removed the headphones from his ears, he hit stop. The past two hours, he had been going through tape one of JJ?s confession. What was he talking about when he said that James had said ?Welcome to the Real World.?? Wasn?t this the real world? He wrapped the cord around the set, and opened a drawer to his desk. He set the tape player down on an empty bag of Kit Kats. As he shut the drawer, he let his mind wander for a second. If these three ?kids? really did leave whatever this was, and then return, what happened in between? Did they go comatose, and then wake up? Maybe they just lied. He didn?t know, but no one would anyway. There had been a second tape to JJ?s confession, although it disappeared on the same night that he escaped, killing the only man that knew his story. As his thoughts drifted even further, he began to imagine what had driven JJ to kill in the first place. There may have been many holes in the design, but enough was there to derive a conclusion. Where did they go? If he could put that piece of the picture where it need to go, he would have this all solved. He slowly reeled his mind back to reality, his body stiff. As he glanced at his watch, he noticed that twenty minutes had gone by. He silently scolded himself for not keeping track of time. As he went to pick up the file he had, he knocked it on the floor. He bent down, cursing quietly, and tried to put the papers back in order. As he sifted through the papers, he came across a lump. As he scattered the papers above it, his eyes grew wide. As the final paper vanished, a small, black tape sat there. He picked it up and looked at the label. Just like he had predicted, it said ?JJ Confession Part 2?. He allowed his jaw to go slack for a minute, and then he brought it back up. As he slowly stood up, he immediately turned towards his desk. As he sat down, his hand shot out and opened the drawer he had just closed. His hands closed around the tape player, and he hit the eject button. Tape One fell forgotten to the floor as he slipped the second one into the slot. He closed the little door, and hit play. As he lay back, the voice of the interviewer came into focus. ?So, JJ, you say you took the pill, and then what happened?? he said, obviously having a smile on his face. ?Yep, and then?? The last words I ever heard were ?Welcome to the Real World.? When I awoke from whatever state I was in, I wasn?t where I was supposed to be. I woke up butt naked in some kind of pod, and I had these freaky looking wires coming out from my back. As I turned around, I came face to face with a giant mechanical octopus. It blinked, and then I felt the wires leave my back. It was like having your spinal cord ripped from you back. I almost fainted, but I was suddenly rushed along some kind of tube, keeping me from falling under its spell. I was rushed down a tube of darkness, my head swimming. I faintly heard the sound of rushing water, and then light hit my eyes. I tried to squint, but I found myself airborne. I flew for what seemed an hour, and then landed in a shallow pool of liquid. I quickly tried out all my limbs at once. All this result in, was pain shooting from all sides. I stopped moving, and then tried to only move what I needed to. As my arms helped lift my upper half, my legs helped my lower half get coordinated. I stood up finally, my legs still wobbly. Suddenly, a giant shadow came over me. As I looked up, the freakiest ship I had ever seen lowered itself about five feet from me. I tried to find a place to hide, but the hatch opened, revealing a figure. My jaw dropped, as James popped up. He had a towel in his hand, and I grabbed it. I wrapped it around my middle, and grabbed his hand, lifting me into the ship. The lights at first blinded me. As he hauled me through, I threw my hands over my face. I let James guide me, and when I opened my eyes, I only saw a person standing in front of me. He was tall, and had a brown skin tone. His eyes were a deep black, almost like a vortex. He stood erect, giving him even more height. As he stared at me for a second, I glanced away. His eyes felt like coals, searing themselves into every inch of my bare skin. I flinched, and then nudged James, who still had not let go of my hand. ?Ok, Kiliji, that?s enough.? James said, leading me towards a door. ?James, what are you doing?? the man said, net letting emotion show on his face. ?Did the people that picked you up make you go through thirty question is a towel?? James asked, looking pissed. ?Why, you little? Look, I want him back here in twenty minutes. Got that?? he said turning his back. ?Three hours, he needs food and rest. I don?t know what?s crawled up your ass and died, but whatever it was, pull it out.? James said closing the door. I look around the room. It was regular enough. The entire room was about the size of a regular bedroom. If I took about twenty footsteps in either direction, I would hit the next wall. For some, it would only feel like a prison, but for me it was a haven. ?Here, put these on.? James said, handing me a pair of pants and a shirt. I slowly let the towel drop, my fear of anyone seeing me naked still lingering. As I lifted my leg to slip into the pants, James turned around. ?I wanted to apologize for what happened in the Matrix. I shouldn?t have shot the good doctor. When he ran off, I thought he was a program too, so I shot. If you want to talk or kill me, now is the time.? James said, letting the last part trail off. ?I only have one question. Where?s Mimmi?? I asked, pulling the shirt over my head. ?We sent another crew after her. We?ll see her in Xion.? James said, biting at his lip. ?Xion? What?s that?? I asked. ?It?s the great city of humans. We all live in peace? James said. ?Sounds much better.? I said. ?It?s not. I don?t like it. Everything is too good. I think something is going to happen.? James said, his continence getting wrinkled. ?I don?t think anything is gonna happen. It?s like the Beatles said. We all live in a yellow submarine.? I said, smiling. It had seemed like forever since I heard that song. I missed the colors, almost as if they were a part of me. James looked at me, his face looking puzzled. ?What does that have to do with anything?? ?Well, it just means, that I?ve finally gone crazy. None of this is real, is it?? I asked standing up. ?It is. You?ll get used to it.? James said, his whole body shaking slightly. ?What?s up with that guy?? I asked. ?Kiliji?? James asked, smiling. ?Yeah.? I said, feeling a smile creep over my face. ?He just doesn?t like the new people. He?s really not such a bad guy.? James said, turning his head towards the door. ?Are you tired? You could sleep here.? ?Thanks, I think I will.? I said, slipping my shirt off again. I lay down, listening to the door close. I grouped the wall for a light switch, but the lights turned off. I lay my head down and tried to sort out what had happened. Had I really been living in a reality where computers were using me? This question, along with others flooded my mind as I drifted off to sleep.[/size][/color]

[Color=Blue]Name: Jake Rowan Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: See Attachment Colour: Blue Zord: Seal Personality: Jake is a mild tempered guy. He doesn't talk much, even when spoken to. He has his one or two friends, and sticks with them. Most of the time, you'll find him either reading a book, or training.[/color]

Signup For [b]The Young Man's Best Friend[/b] [Color=DimGray][size=1]Name: Micheal Kilms Age: 25 Gender: Male Occupation: Micheal is an ER resident at Mercy General. Appearance: See attachment. Personality: Micheal is a party animal. He loves going out and just partying. He and his friend Grant used to be the part animals until he met ______. Micheal then was forced to go on his own, not one to give up. He's also a ladies man. He prefers to just talk with most women, although most of them want him in bed. He has two pet peeves. Drunk people who expect things to happen, and controlling figures that only use others. Bio: Micheal grew up in a normal house hold. His mother and father both worked, and Micheal is an only child because of that. When Micheal turned seven, his parents gave him a key to the house, and allowed him to stay home alone. He had alot of free time, and watched alot of TV. His favorite show was about doctors in a hospital that are forced to work in the ER. He loved the idea of being the second line of attack in medicine. The first line had no glory, and the third had all of it. Micheal grew up reading alot too. He would always check out the books on Medicine, ranging from Surgery to Heart encyclopedias. At first, his parents wouldn't allow him to read the books. They said it was too graphic for a ten year old. Thier worries were soon put aside, when Micheal helped a friend who had scraped his arm. Micheal knew to clean the wound out, and to not apply the bandage until then. His parents could not agrue with him from there on. His intrest in Medicine only grew. By age sixteen, he had read every medical textbook in the library, and was working his way through the medical library at Mercy General. The only real friend he kept was Grant, becusae most other students were turned off by his knowledge wehn it came to science and math. Although he didn't enjoy English and the other courses as much, he still did well. He and Grant would always be seen together, not letting girlfriends come between them. When Micheal graduated, he sent off his aplication to the State college, which had a history of producing great doctors. He finished his first four years, and then started on his Bachelors. He had moved towards the ER, and worked hard, putting him towards his time in the ER. When he turned 23, he was assigned as a medical student to observe the ER for a month. He argued that he was ready to go as a processed medical student. They tested him, and he passed, giving him the job. He passed his first year with flying colors, and took the Resident spot for the ER, where he is currently working. Through all of this, he had always relied on Grant as a support. When he started dating ________ he lost him. Micheal realized what she was doing, and more than once made it obvious to Grant. Grant just brushed him off, not listening. Micheal then gave up, and went on. The only thing that bothered him, was that his own best friend didn't want to believe him. It's the only thing in this world right now that puzzles him.[/size][/color] OOC: This looks fun. Good Job. I hope I didn't make the Bio too long. ^^ Sorry about the ______, but I didn't want to put a name in.

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name:Thomas Belth Age: 19 Gender: Male Country: USA Bio: Thomas grew up in a back water town. Although, by no means was he your average back water kid. In school, he was very social, and had many friends, but he also had good grades. He always strived to better, eventually making one or two people mad. Ever since they told him off on the last day, Thomas has tried less. He got back letters from, alot of state colleges, but he couldn't go there. This past summer, he got a letter from Clemson in South Carolina. It was there that he saw the ad for the villa. He sent in his application, and when he was accepted, he packed his bags, and started on his drive there. Appearance: See attachment. Personality: Thomas is an all around guy. He doesn't like to lead anyone, for fear of leading them astray. He prefers to just watch and provide comments. He also has a slight problem with keeping his mouth shut. If someone is talking about something he strongly disagrees with, he will interupt them, and input his two sense. You could say its his one fault.[/size][/color] I hope this RPG doesn't flop. The last two I've signed up for have...

[Color=DarkSlateGrey][size=1]Name: Jason Firmd Country of Origin: I come from the great 'ole USA. Appearance: Standing at about 6'0, I'm considered short in my family. Most of the men of my family play basketball, becuase they are all at least 6'3. My eyes are brown, almost like mud. I really don't like my eyes, because they remind me of my mother. My hair is brown also. I like to keep down to my neck. Usually, I put my hair into a pony tail. Biographical Description: The wind was blowing. The rain was also raining, and it was exactly as she would have wanted. Mom had always said, "The rain and wind keep everyone sane. They remind everyone that the Earth can still effect your decisions." As I stood in the front row, my father, brother, uncle, and grandfather brought out her casket. It was oak wood, painted a dark brown. It was decorated with flowers and a silk white cover. My mom had woven it for my grandmother, but she did not want it. They slowly made their way down the aisle. I held back my tears, my face already damp. I had done enough crying, now was not the time. I let out a strangled cry as they set the casket down. Everyone turned towards me, but I just looked forward. If everyone knew what I was thinking inside, they would laugh. Not one man at this funeral had even the slightest hint of any emotion. Aside form being incredible at basketball, most also kept their emotions to themselves. As the priest began to talk, I began to think. "Mom wouldn't have liked all this stuff. She would have just preferred to be buried in the dead of night. She never liked funerals, and now, she's probably looking down and shaking her fist." I then, out of impulse, walked up to the priest and closed the book he was holding. "Mom wouldn't have liked this." I said, gesturing towards my relatives. No one moved.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBklue][size=1]This is looking great Mr. Circéus. It really flows very well, bringing the reader along for the ride. I would love to help, and if you send the information my way, I'll see about helping out. Please keep going.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]OOC: Heh, Desbreko, Here in Germany, Minish Cap has been on sale for about two weeks now. Oh, what does Akamaru want this year? [u][b]Gamecube[/b][/u] Paper Mario 2 (I could have played the first one every day, and not gotten bored.) Metroid Prime (I haven't played the first one, so I thought, why play the second one?) Four Swords Adventure (I'm almost done with Windwaker, so I need Zelda to play at home.) All around, I don't want much here. [u][b]GBA[/b][/u] Minish Cap (Zelda Game. Portable Zelda Game.) Final Fantasy 1 & 2 (Heh, who could live without at least one more RPG?) As with Gamecube, I don't want much. This year, I guess I'm leaning more towards money.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Name: Duran Age: 17 Class: Fighter Tech: Cross Slash Weapon: A sword Homeland: Forcena Appearance: (See attachment) Personality: Most people would call Duran a hot head. He takes everything he does, and multiplies the effort he puts into by ten. People would think that it was because he just did not like things to be out of place, but in truth, it was arrogance. Duran cannot stand to lose. From fighting battles, to simple games, Duran cannot stand to lose. Brief Biography: Duran was born into Forcena seventeen years ago. He and his family lived happily. They even welcomed a new baby in the family when Duran was seven. They named her Wendy, and everything was happy. Sadly, less than a year later, Duran's father was called off to fight in the "Dragon Campaigns". His mother broke down to Duran the day after he left, telling him about the illness she had. Duran was shocked, and cried most of that day. He tried to explain to Wendy, but she was too young. About two weeks later, Duran's family recieved devistating news. During one of bigger battles, Duran's father had vanished. The knights had found many charred remains, and they assumed some to be him. Duran and his mother both went into a state of shock. Only Wendy survived the news. About a week later, when Duran woke up, he found his mother dead in her bed. No one knows what happened, but when his Aunt Stella dropped by about a few hours later, her body was gone, and Wendy and Duran were eating breakfast. Stella took them in, feeding them and caring for them. Then, when Duran was 12, he left to join in the service of King Richard. He joined as a mercenary, training under some of the best of the kingdom. When Duran turned 16, he challenged the captain of the guards, Bruiser, and won. This put him in the poistion to call himself the Best Swordsman in Forcena, although most already knew this. A year later, the blackness seeped into his life. Koren came and killed every single knight in Forcena. As luck would have it, he survived, and went to challenge the wizard himself. After only ten minutes, Duran was handed a sound defeat, almost dying. He limped back to where his aunt and sister were. They nursed him back to health, and he then set out. He left the two in a safe place in forcena, vowing to them and himself that he wouldn't return until he defeated the wizard Koren. His aunt, trying her hardest, gave Duran his most precious item. An old bronze sword of his fathers. He had used it in his own trials.[/size][/color] OOC: I hope I hit the nail on the head this time. Sorry it took me so long. ^^

[Color=DarkBlue]Fifi wanted to go to Mars. So, she loaded up her sack, and started to get the slingshot ready.[/color]

[Color=DarkBlue][size=1]Heh, The title is workable. I will take any and all suggestions. Chapter 1 AIM, with Coffee. I Nick sat at his computer, his eyes bloodshot, and his coffee cup full. He had been working on his story for his Literature class. As his fingers flew across the keyboard, a small pop up came up. It was an AIM from his friend Kei. She and Nick had been talking for about three weeks now. Originally, they had met at an anime convention in LA, but since they lived about 2,000 miles away, AIM was all they had. ?Oi!? Kei wrote. ?Oi Back!? Nick wrote smiling. ?Oi Oi Back!? she quickly wrote back. ?Was ist los?? Nick wrote back. ?*is confused*? was all she wrote back. Nick smiled and took a sip of coffee. He had not forgotten she had a sense of humor. Kei had a love for anime, and bishies. She also had a love of cheap, Japanese coffee. Nick had mostly remembered her tendency to play with her hair. Whenever she stood still, or wasn?t occupied, her hands would snake their way up to her hair. At first, she would just twirl it ?round, soon, she would start to braid it, leaving those around her awestruck. ?German.? Nick wrote back. ?Ah, I see.? She replied. ?So, what?s new?? Nick wrote, trying to start up conversation. ?Not much, enrolled for new semester.? She wrote back. ?Awesome, any new classes?? ?Nope? ?Ah well.? ?Got any plans tonight?? ?You mean tomorrow night?? ?No tonight. It?s 2 AM here.? ?Oo?? ?lol? Nick sipped his coffee again. It had been ages since he just sat here and had a mindless conversation. He had been so busy with school that he didn?t have time for sleep either. Soon, Nick would run out of coffee, and then from there, he would slowly slip away. A blink of light was the only thing keeping him from falling asleep. To some, it would be sleep deprivation, but to him, it was life. He had gotten used to this life-style, because he lived alone. A freak accident about a week ago left him family-less. As his parents and siblings had been driving along the Autobahn, a drunken truck driver drove across the median and slammed into their car, killing everyone instantly. The only thing that kept him from crying, was the fact of that they went quickly. No pain or drama for him or them. He had buried them in different places. His little sister he put with his dad, in South Carolina. His mom and little brother went to California. Going to more than one funeral really drained Nick of his emotions, but he held himself together. Everyone pitched in, giving money here, or a place to stay there. Some people made Nick sick though. His uncle Jake for one. The guy was a fat, obnoxious, and a jackass. He had not contacted the family in a year, but there he was, pulling out money to give to Nick. He took it, and burnt it. He would rather have been poor than except his charity. As he glanced down at each grave marker, he only shed a single tear. One for mother, one for father, one for sissy, one for brother. After each day passed, Nick would shed more tears, every time he lay down to bed. So eventually, he stopped sleeping. The only time he slept was during down time: train rides, class, etc. So many of his relatives offered to take him in, but Nick refused. He couldn?t live with someone else, it just wouldn?t be right. So here he was, 15 years old, and addicted to coffee. Nick sipped again. Life was a *****. II At the other end of the line, Kei sat at her computer. She had just woken up after her nap. She like Nick preferred to stay up late, although she did it because she wanted to. Not as an escape. As Kei sat doodling on the paper, Nick wrote back. ?Well?.? ?Well what?? ?I don?t know?? ?O.o?? ?New topic?? ?What?? ?Cheese? ?Cheese?? ?Well Blue Cheese is weird.? ?O.o? ?Why does it get a dressing? Why not Cheddar or Swiss?? Kei just stared at the screen. She knew Josh liked to be funny, but this way going overboard. ?Are you high?? ?No, just sleep deprived and lots of coffee.? Kei shook her head. Ever since Josh had disappeared for a week, he had come back weirder and even more scary. As she thought back to the few precious moments that they had met in, the thought of pools come to mind. Josh had been chilling at the pool, swimming and diving. She had come in to the pool to check it out, and saw him fall off the high dive into the pool. When he didn?t come up in about thirty seconds, she cautiously walked over to the pool. When she bents over to look for him, he splashed her. This surprised her so much that she fell in. She floundered for a few seconds, and then came up. She immediately grabbed his head and dunked him. As she held him, she felt his body stop, and she pulled him up. He wasn?t breathing, so she dragged him up on the ring around the pool, and gave him stomach thrusts. She heard him giggle, then as she leaned over to give mouth to mouth, his eyes shot open. He rolled out of the way, and into the pool. Kei shot him a dirty look and yelled at him. ?Oi! Don?t you know it?s not nice to play dead?? she asked faking an angered look. Josh gave her a twisted smile. ?Of course, my mom taught me better. You just seemed gullible enough to fall for it. I?m Josh.? ?Kei.? She said, and then walked off. ?Wait! Are you here?? was all she heard before she left. Unknown to Josh at the time, she had left her AIM screen name for him to find. ?Are you ok?? ?No? ?Why?? ?Why not?? ?Josh?? Kei stopped typing; she wasn?t going to get anything from him. Something had happened, and he wouldn?t talk about it. What a man. III Nick sat staring at the screen for a second. Why had he not told her his real name? As he remembered that day, his thoughts began to organize themselves. After he had fallen off the board, he had watched her carefully. As she crept up to the rim, he knew that he was going to splash her, but after she fell in, Nick kind of forgot. After a whirlwind, he was in the pool, and she was gone. He chuckled. After he finished, he noticed a sheet of paper on his towel. As he picked it up, he noticed that it was scribbles. Obviously, she was in a hurry, but why, Nick knew not. As he sat down, he noticed something else. She had left her pen also. It was a college spirit pen. It said: Go Screaming Eagles! Nick almost chocked, she thought he was older than he was. She had to be at least 18, and he was only 14. Most kids his age would think, ?Hell Ya! Score for me!? Nick wasn?t most guys. For one, he was gay. Another thing was he was used to this stuff. Girls hit on him, although he knew not why. He was nowhere near what anyone would call hot. At about 5?8, his brown hair grew down to the middle of his neck, although most people wouldn?t know it because he hid it all under a blue beanie. His eyes were brown, almost the color of mud. Plenty of people complimented him on his eyes, but of late, they looked like mud. Nick didn?t know of that was because his eyes were always bloodshot, or because of his grief. He had a sort of ?gut? that in his opinion, kept him from getting anyone. Every day he looked at himself in the mirror, he promised himself he would fix the flaws. Everyday, he did pushups and crunches, hoping that he could finally lose it. After everyone died sometimes that little bit of time was the only break, he got from the images of them. His little brother?s eyes open wide as the truck came hurtling towards him. His little sister sitting in her seat, screaming, fear pouring out of her eyes. His father, eyes set forward, his hands trying desperately to turn the wheel. His mother would have been out of her seatbelt, trying to save his little brother. Sometimes, this enough kept Nick awake late at night. Tonight, nothing plagued Nick as he sat at the computer. He had not slept for three days now, so the only thing he saw was the black of his eyelids. ?Kei?? ?You can tell me what?s wrong.? ?I know.? ?Then why not?? ?Because, then I would be admitting they were dead!? Nick yelled out. ?I can?t.? ?Fine.? ?Kei?? ?LadyLiger has signed off at 3:00 AM? ?Great, why don?t I insult the only people who don?t know me well.? Josh thought as he hit save. It was going to be a long day. IV Kei stared at the computer screen. She had logged off AIM, because she didn?t, no she couldn?t talk to Josh now. If he couldn?t tell her what was bugging him, then why did he deserve to talk to her? At the same time, if she was a ***** about it, and didn?t try to help him, wouldn?t that make her just as bad? She quickly signed back on. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that Josh was still on. ?Josh? ?Yeap?? ?I?m sorry.? ?For what?? ?Being a ***** about this. If you don?t want to talk about it, it?s none of my business.? ?Kei?? ?Yo.? ?My entire family died in a car crash two weeks ago.? Kei?s jaw dropped. If that?s why Josh disappeared for a week, then Kei really should worry. She stopped, thinking. If she said the wrong thing at this point, she might drive Josh over the edge. ?Wow.? ?Wow? Is that the best I can come up with?? Kei asked aloud. ?Do you like him or something?? Another voice asked. ?What the ****?? Kei said looking around. ?Just answer the question.? It said. ?No, he?s like 16. It?s cradle robbing.? She said. ?So??? It replied quickly. ?That, and he?s gay!? she said defiantly. ?So, you could probably help rid him of that.? The voice said coldly. ?Whoever the **** you are, GET THE **** OUT!? she yelled, getting flushed in the face. ?Fine.? Was all she heard, the voice disappearing as fast as it had come. As Kei looked over at the computer, she noticed only one new message. ??Night Kei.? ?Darncoolguy1 has logged off at 1:00 PM.? All Kei could do was stare at the screen. She had been arguing with whatever, and he had left. As Kei thought about her life, she never came up with anything comparing to Josh?s. She sighed, and then clicked on the Naruto link. She needed to get her mind off life right now. If anyone has comments, post them here. Problems, PM me.[/size][/color]

[Color=DarkBlue]Has anyone ever seent his anime? I've seen a preview on Media Player, and I thought the art wasn't that bad. From what I can gather, there are special children that are called "Blade Children". Someone or thing is trying to kill them. Really vague, but if someone has more info, please post away![/color]