Sara

Hey, I [i]like[/i] Bakura! Be nice to him. And I shall also like Malik. Because he just looks cool.

Or the Millenium Yoyo. heh. [i]Mokuba appears with golden yoyo on a string and starts playing with it.[/i] Tristan: What are you [i]doing?[/i] [i]Yoyo flies out, knocks Tristan unconscious, and bounces back. Mokuba continues playing[/i]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Armadillomon [/i] [B]Here are some fill in the blank quotes: Whenever someone says something that could be taken the wrong way, add the words "in bed" to what they say. [U]Example:[/U] Person 1: "I'm a great person." Person 2: "In bed!" [/B][/QUOTE] Heh...My friends and I do something similar. Say the words [i]In that way[/i] after almost anything, and you'll end up with somthing that sounds dirty.

Heh. My RMOD! [Random Millenium Object of Doom.]

I doubt, therefore I might be. I'm going to just quietly agree with James and Rico on this one. If you impact someone or something, it's a bit tricky to say you don't exist.

I know some of you are in this forum nearly 24/7, and others just stop in once in a while to check on one or two stories. There's a huge range of styles and talent here. I'm sure several of you have had the experience of being surrounded by people on a different writing level than yourself--better or worse, both can be frustrating. Where do you consider yourself as a writer/role-player? Don't be egotistical or self-deprecating, just honest. And what do you think is required to be considered a 'good' role-player? What aspects of other's posts drive you nuts? Specific pointers or general advice would both be great. I'm just curious to see what some of you will say, and it would prolly help some people out.

I seem to remember Adam or James saying that as soon as someone came close to reaching the highest current rank, more would be added... But that was over a year ago, and I could be wrong....

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by AnimeLover [/i] [B][color=red] These so called 'loves' all seem to selfish.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] How can love be selfish?

I'm not a huge fan of School Spirit, but what the heck. Well, this past week has been Homecoming week at my high school. Each day is a special dress-up day, with little events scheduled for the evenings. [b]Pajama Day[/b]: The first day of Spirit Week is always PJ Day. Most of the school--students and teachers--shows up in anything from nightgowns to bathrobes to flannels to boxers. o0 [b]'Dress Like a Star' Day:[/b] Was our wild card day costume day this year. Appearances were made by Austin Powers, Spongebob, Ringo, Cher, and many others. [b]Crazy Hair/Clash Day:[/b] Is probably the scariest day of the week. Anything you can possibly imagine someone doing to their hair, and some of the worst possible outfits on the face of the earth. [b]Hawaiian Day:[/b] was today, with people showing up in grass skirts, awful 'hawaiian' shirts, coconut bras, and more flower leis than you can shake a stick at. [b]Spirit Day[/b]: is tomorrow. Most of the school will show up in anything and everthing Purple and Yellow. [Clash! Help!] Face paint, hair spray, clothes, shoes, skirts, and other various articles of clothing. The Homecoming football game is tomorrow night, and the coronation/dance is Saturday. Anyway, I was wondering about the rest of you. Do you have school spirit, hate it, plan to go to the dance, intend to show up in all black on Spirit Day....? Do you have/what sorts of dress up days do you have? I don't much care for any of it, but I'm just one person...How about the rest of you?

Show biz is [i]all about[/i] lying.

::blinks:: Heh...I guess I hadn't realized this was the same topic. Isn't this a few months old, if it is? :whoops:

::looks faintly concerned:: How far into practices were you? And have you got another person to play the part? And I don't think it's necessarily your responsibility to kick someone out of the play. If the director feels it's necessary, so be it. He asked your opinion, you gave it. If he's felt firmly about it, he'd have done it himself. Is missing a practice standard reason for kicking someone out, or is this based in problems outside of drama? Without any further information, I'd say kicking the actor out was wrong.

Raya looked from one person to the next. "Hello? What's going [i]on[/i]? What map? Why the heck would a vampire come [i]back[/i] after he'd already fed? And did that horse just [i]talk[/i]??" Tursi's eyes whirled angrily. [i]I am not a 'horse,' human girl.[/i] [i]I guess that's a "yes,"[/i] Raya flushed. All day, she'd been complaining about people being rude--and what had she just done? "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it." Aiden rolled his eyes. "Listen, girl, get us out of here. We need to regroup and think this out a bit." "Whoa-whoa-whoa," Kris said. "Who's [i]we[/i]? I don't have anything to do with this mess. I found a dropped book, that's it. I'm getting out of here." Elsyan shook her head. "No, I think we should stick together a while longer. There may be some information one of us has that could be needed." Kris laughed bitterly. "Trust me. You guys don't want me around." "Whatever." Aiden looked around the lobby with disgust. All these people were still scared, there'd be no way to force their way out of the hospital without being mobbed. "Hey, you," he said to Raya. "Get us out of here," he repeated. Raya stared at him incredulously. "[i]How?[/i] I'm a candy-striper, not a miracle-worker! There's nothing I can do that you can't, angel-boy." Silvia rolled her eyes. Those two could argue all they wanted, they wouldn't get anywhere. But Tursi had said something....[i]"that map leads to somewere important."[/i] She spun around. "Tursi, do you know what this leads to?"

Kris looked panicked. "But if you can't talk with them, how will we warn them he's coming?!" But Tursi did not reply, she seemed to be very far away....

::blinks:: They did? Wow...I guess they did..... And I never seem to know where [i]anything[/i] belongs anymore.... I feel so old....

I prefer to be shown my faults than be given blind praise. Compliments mean much more from someone who knows what they're talking about.

[b]OOC/Edit[/b]: Whoops--Kool_aid and I posted at the smae time. Does anyone want to try to combine them, or just work off one or the other. [b]Starting Story[/b] Raya was already regreting giving into Aiden. [i]Geez...what a jerk. I can't believe....[/i] He was upset, she could feel that, but honestly! [i]Harrison was right...everyone around here[/i] is [i]a jerk.[/i] "Vampire hunter...whatever." Aiden heard her. "What was that?" His eyes glinted angrily. "Nothing," Raya lied, hating herself for it. "Nothing..." "Hmph." Raya stopped outside a door. She showed no signs of going any further, and turned to look at Aiden. She glanced furtively to his shoulders.... [i]Wings. Golly...[/i] Aiden saw her looking at him. Impatient that they had stopped, he spoke. "Yes?" "...What [i]are[/i] you?" "None of your business." She glared at him. "I'm human, just like you," he said impatiently. "And I'm a vampire hunter, and I need to talk with that kid." "How can you be a vampire hunter?" Raya asked. Aiden struggled to keep from yelling. "I am a vampire hunter [i]because i hunt vampires.[/i] Any [i]further[/i] questions?" Raya acted as though she ignored his obvious frustration, though she cringed inwardly. "But there's only just been a Rogue. You can't hunt here for a living--it's murder." "I never said I hunted them for a living," Aiden evaded. "And if I did, that is not your concern." "It's everyone's concern," Raya said softly. "You are [i]such[/i] an idealist," Aiden said. "Take me to the child." Raya just looked at him. "You're not very polite." "Take me to the child...[i]please.[/i]" Raya shrugged. "You're here. This is as far as I go." "What?" "He's in ICU. No one goes in or out without doctors' permission. Not even family, actually, in this case. You're at the check-in/lobby for the emergency room. If you'd had a bit more sense," she added, "you might have come here in the first place, instead of the main lobby." Aiden groaned inwardly. [i]I can't believe this.[/i] "Why not?" Raya asked. Neither one realized he had not spoken aloud. "I need to talk to that kid." "But why? You say you need to know about the vampire...but do you really think an eight year old kid is going to give you an accurate description? Even if he wasn't in critical condition, he'd tell you the guy was fifty feet tall with glowing red eyes and a devil's tail. Little kids are like that," she added softly. "You're probably much better off talking to an adult who witnessed it. It happened out in the open, didn't it?" Aiden said nothing, he appeared to be lost in thought. "Just...think about it, okay?"

Raya swerved her bike to avoid the dog that had just run across her path. [i]Crazy moron, gonna get itself killed,[/i] she muttered to herself. [i]Just crazy.[/i] As she reached the downtown area, she slowed...the crowds here were so thick--what the heck was going on? She came to a stop and swung off of her bike--trying to ride through all these people was insane. She walked her cycle through the crowd, heading toward the supermarket. "Hey!" someone cried gruffly, "Watch where you're goin'!" Raya bit her tongue to keep from retorting. "Sorry, sir." The man she'd accidently walked into turned to look at her again, his face softening. "Eh...It's okay. People around here are so rude, you know?" "We live in the Weirdness Capitol of the World," Raya said with a lopsided grin. "It comes with the territory." "Ain't that the truth." The man looked at her, as though trying to figure something out. "Why are you here today, anyway? You don't look much like you'd be involved in this sort of thing." Raya blinked. "I volunteer at the hospital. I was [i]planning[/i] to stop and buy some chips at the store," she added dryly, "but this road seems to be closed today. What's going on?" The man looked at her incredulously. "You don't [i]know?[/i] There's a Rogue Vampire loose in the city." In such a crazy place, people--and not-quite-people-- of every race had been gently integrated into society. Vampires, Half-angels, elves, Humans, were-beasts and any number of other creatures. Each species had their own guild and ruling council, determining which ones were valid, law-abiding citizens. Almost all vampires were decent people, feeding off animals, and rarely draining any victim to death....but there are a few bad apples in every barrel, and sometimes one would rebel against the guild and wreak havoc in the city. Raya nearly fell over. "What?! There can't be--I mean--" "It's true. Where do you live, if you haven't heard, anyway?" "Eh...I don't listen to the news. It depresses me." The man arched an eyebrow. "The news depresses you, and you work in a hospital?" Raya bit her lip. "I manage." Then, changing the subject, "Are they sure there's a rogue? I mean--" "There have been three people killed this past week, at night. Anf about two hours ago, a little boy was attacked, in broad daylight. It's bad business." "Oh no...." Raya whispered. "And all these people--?" "Practically storming town hall. The whole of downtown is in an uproar." "But what can they possibly do? I mean, Rogues are automatically kicked out of the Guild. They can't--" The man shook his head. "They want the guild disbanded and all vampires kicked out of the city. Like I said, bad business." Raya was aghast. "But they can't--" The man smiled gently. "And hopefelly, they won't. Mob rule is no good thing, and their showy Kangaroo courts hurt more than they help. Just pray that the Mayor isn't as much of a coward as most of the city thinks he is." Raya looked lost. "Yeah..." she said softly. She looked down. "I hope so." Her eyes fell on the pocketwatch that dangled from her beltloop. "Oh, [i]dang[/i], I have to get to work!" She quickly glanced around, searching for a quick route to the hospital...but the streets were flooded with people. The man was still watching her. "Need a ride?" he asked. She looked up at him, suddenly nervous. He laughed. "It's alright. I don't bit...hard. Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm headed that way, anyhow. I'll drop you and your bike off." Raya nodded. "Thanks." A few minutes later, she pulled her bike out of the man's pick-up, outside the hospital. There was a crowd here, but not as bad as the one by the Town Hall. "Thanks again," she called. "My pleasure. If you ever need help in a tight spot, look me up. Name's Harrison." He nodded to her, and roared off in his truck. People jumped out of the street at he passed. "Well." Raya said. "I guess that's that." She made her way around to the back staff entrance, where no people would try to stop her. Inside the building, she looked around. "Crazy. Just crazy." People were milling about, worse than she'd ever seen. "Just jump in," she told herself. Pulling on her volunteer cap and pasting a smile on her face, she walked up to the person nearest her. "Sir...can I help you?" ------------------- Aiden looked around and swore. "Where did all these people come from?" he muttered darkly. "This isn't a zoo. What's there to see?" "What, indeed?" Aiden spun around, instantly in defensive mode, and sized up his opponent--before her realized just who had spoken. A teenage girl with a candystriper outfit lookd at him strangely. He could sense she was a bit afraid of him...or at least, unsure of what to expect. The girl sighed heavily. She looked worn out. "Is there something I can do for you?" "I'm here to see someone." "Anyone in particular?" He glared at her. "As a matter of fact, yes. There was a young boy taken in here--" The girl groaned softly. "Ye gods, not another one..." Aiden looked daggers at her. "What was that?" "Nothing. I'm sorry, but unless you can prove valid identification as immediate family, you can't go see him. No one can, tho' the Lord knows half the city's tried to." Aiden let out a sigh in a frustrated hiss. "You don't understand, this is important." Raya massaged her temples. "Look, I'm sorry, but there's really nothing I can do--" Aiden jerked angrily, and Raya stiffened. "Sir, please, there's no need to be upset. But short of taking a hostage, there's no way for anyone to get in to see that poor kid. You said yourself that this place isn't a zoo.

You and an opponent would put a bunch in a pile, and hit the pile with a 'slammer.' The ones the landed face up, the person who just 'slammed' the pile got to keep. Face down ones when back in the pile, or were set aside for the next round. Leastaways, that's how people at my school played it.

I collected POGS of things I thought looked cool. I had about twenty. Compared to the thirty thousand most people I knew had. Peculiar, that. What drove me nuts were those little critters made out of pony beads.

I am Fog. Quiet, all-encompassing, and dark, I obscure the truth and twist it to fit my every whim. I cannot be contained. I can be as gentle as morning mist or thick and deadly enough to destroy a ship. I am [i]so[/i] bored.

Wheee, Malik! Heh. I do like that pic, though.

What makes you-all think it was edited? I know [i]I'd[/i] go about kicking furniture if someone threatened me with an empty hand....

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Char! [/i] [B][b][color=teal][size=1]Well, if you won't vote, d'you mind if I put you on the "dork" side? ...cause it IS dork... ...and not geek... That's so dumb... yeah... :sleep: --Mike[/b][/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] ::rolls eyes:: Sure, go ahead. I was merely suggesting that Nman would be the specialist in such things...

I collect Kool-Aid points.