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[size=1][color=slategray]Well, if you have the same type of ceilings as my school does... fling pencils at the ceiling. See if the graphite end sticks to it. This is fun in study halls. Unless you are caught, of course. Then the teachers will make you go get a ladder and get the pencil back or something. I have three words for you. Rubber. Band. Wars.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I wouldn't really say my neighbor is.... "disagreeable," but I certainly have some problems with him. You see, we live next to an old couple... but you mainly only see the man outside. They are both retired and honestly have nothing to do. And, I swear, he spies on my family. Whenever we are outside, all he does is watch us. It's really... creepy. And whenever he approaches either my sister or I, he seems to know EVERYTHING that is happening in our family at the time. How could he possibly know that? And it doesn't comfort me that we have about a million windows in this house. He also likes to do things that concern part of our property. Such as, once, he cut down a tree that was in our property boundary, and he [I]knew[/I] it was on our property, too. How did he get authorization for that? That sort of upset me, because I liked that tree. He also tends to pick things from our garden and such. [I]That[/I] does not make my mother happy, because we don't have very good soil in our yard and she has to literally do hard labor to get anything to grow in that damned little garden. He also built a shed type thing that is partway on our property, too. I mean, I know this guy is getting on in his age... but that gives him no excuse. He should know better. I think this guy just needs a hobby. And I think we need a fence.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Don't take what Tical says [I]too[/I] seriously, we aren't that harsh. As for your work... [B]Snow Faerie:[/B] This is really nice. Very detailed, I'm impressed. The only thing that seems a little weird to me is the shading under her chin... it just... doesn't match up. Also, it looks like she has a lazy eye. Otherwise, it's brilliant. The proportions are almost dead on, and the color scheme is very agreeable with my tastes. [B]Cast Picture:[/B] This picture absolutely rocks my socks. I love Zelda, and this is really cute. *eats it* You seem to have very strong points in proportion and detail, which is incredible. So keep it up![/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Ashley Cross, or Ash, as she prefered, hadn't accomplished anything so far in the... "lesson." Mainly it was her and Chase, a rather easy-going kid, had been joking around. Miloe sat by them mutely. Chase looked over at Miloe. He gave her a sly little smile. She watched him apprehensively. "So, how 'bout we go out sometime? I know a good club a few blocks away-," He started, but Ash soon hit him over the head with her knuckles. "Anyway..." She said, clearing her throat loudly. "How about we start today's lesson." "And what do you have to teach, Ash? With you, so far, I've learned zip." Chase said, a sarcastic edge to his voice. "When you first came to me, may I remind you, you couldn't control yourself at all. You were merging with desks, the lunch room food, chalk, and so on out of sheer embarassment. You couldn't even use these fusions to your advantage..." "Okay, okay, whatever..." Chase mumbled. "Right. How about you give Miloe a demonstration?" Ash said, finally taking control. But as soon as Chase got up to do anything, the bell rang. "Wow... that was quick... Chase! Look what you did. [I]Again[/I]. And even with a new girl... wasting my time." Ash exclaimed. She didn't sound angry, though. "Whatever, just get out of here." The two mergers walked out of the class together. Chase completely ignored Miloe and stalked off, persuing a group of giggling girls. Miloe rolled her eyes. Miloe remembered her class list... another elective was next. Her foods class. Good, she really wanted to make something chocolatey. Hunger was eating away at her stomach. She just hoped this environment was a little less... loud.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I saw it about two weeks ago with a friend. I wasn't sure what to expect, because I have never played any of the games. But I was actually surprised at how well it turned out. I've never really liked video game-based movies. It was well-written and executed brilliantly. It was delightfully disturbing. Sure, there were some "jumpy" and confusing parts for me, but it didn't shake me from liking it. And the music? I almost died because I loved it so much. I liked how Rose went from being a normal, slightly over-protective mom, to being a kick-*** weirdo. Lol. And I HAVE to say, Laurie Holden (Officer Bennett) was looking good. The short hair and cop outfit totally works for her. [spoiler]I started freaking out when they burned her.[/spoiler] Evil. And when I saw that church full of people, with that Christabella (I think) lady... I was like... "CULT!!!" My friend had to hit me to make me shut up. XD All in all, it was a good night out. Probably not a movie I'd add to my personal collection, but something I wouldn't mind seeing again. Definitely the best video game-based movie I've seen.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]*bites you* > ANYWAY. I love your style, everything is nice and crisp, full. Oh, god, that just sounds so [I]weird[/I]. I don't know how to explain. In general, I like how you coordinate your colors... but sometimes they get to be a little too... neon. You know? Sometimes a lesser tone is easier on the eyes. I enjoy looking at your backgrounds, always something to find. Maybe I'm just easily amused like that, oh well. I like how you put x's into your backgrounds a lot. It's always fun to have a little signature touch. Overall, very nice. I want to see some more, Keyblade Wielder. Man, commenting on graphic art threads makes me sad. I haven't had Photoshop for over a year. I've lost my banner-making groove and I want it back! ;_;[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Congrats, you have all of your media equipment, a house, electricity, the box set, the remote to the TV along with the ability to use it. However, before these things mysteriously appeared back within your area, wherever you are... Batman had caught the theives, tied them onto your belongings, and set a bomb to them. (Those were some pretty evil people, there. Batman... must... annhilate... evil.) Before you can set everything up, you untie the thieves (how silly of you). Now you have rabid thieves running amok in your home, and the bomb blows up ten minutes later. I wish I had a Tempur-Pedic Swedish mattress.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]"Attracted to shiny things, huh?" Char pointed at her hands. Miloe held one of her hands up, twisting one of her rings around her finger. She gave him a small smirk and shrugged. The bell clamored, and the two got up. Miloe was almost dreading her next class: Fatal Fusion Training. Apparently, whoever taught the class had a sence of humor. In the hall, Pierrot seemed to pop up out of nowhere, thanking Miloe for her previous actions. She blushed, not really knowing what to do. Soon Char and Miloe were surrounded by Pierrot, Daemon, and Arcaine. It made her feel dizzy. As soon as they gathered, however, they dispersed, needing to go their seperate ways due to their different training classes. After Char finally said 'good-bye' Miloe was finally on her own again. Everything almost seemed too surreal. Being surrounded by people, practically ambushed, and time was actually going by... quickly. Compared to a normal day at normal school. Miloe already knew where her specialty class was, she had checked out the room yesterday, before she had finished unpacking. When she arrived, she was met by someone yelling at her in a friendly, yet aggressive manner. "Yo! New kid Miloe, is it? C'mere, kidlick," A woman with darkly tanned skin and dark brown hair said. Startled, Miloe froze and inspected her further. Fishnet top with a dark blue jacket that had sleeves that stopped about halfway down her arm. Short black skirt, bandaged leggings, brown combat boots. She looked so young, 19... 20? Was this her "fusion" teacher? First impression: Kick-ass. The woman led Miloe into the room, grabbing at her hand. "You're cute, huh Chase?" She directed the question to a boy that was sitting on top of the teacher's desk. It looked like this was the only other kid that could merge. He gazed at Miloe for a moment, then broke out into a toothy grin. "Damn straight, Ash." "What'd I tell you 'bout swearing? Huh?" But she said it more in a playful way. These two looked more like they were dating than student and teacher. The woman rounded on Miloe. "Anyway, I'm gonna be your teacher. Ashley Cross. Just call me Ash, Chase does. And Chase, by the way, is the only other 'fusionist' in this school currently. But, he's a different case then you, I suppose. You can fuse with people, correct? Chase fuses with objects... makes it part of himself temporarily. It's some pretty interesting stuff when you see him at it. But I think I'll be able to help you out, better, Miloe. I'm in the same boat as you. So... should we get started?" It all happened so fast, Miloe was in awe. But she nodded, feeling better about this than she had before.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Char had walked back to Jewelry class with Miloe. It felt strange considering she had only just first spoken with him a few minutes ago. Ms. Evans gave her a questioning look when the two walked into the room. "I'm guessing you have a reason for leaving my classroom unexcused?" She said, leaning against her desk. "There were just some things that needed to be taken care of, I guess," Char said. Ms. Evans raised an eyebrow. "I see..." She replied. [i]Oh wow...[/i] Miloe thought. [i]That made it sound bad. Great, now she's going to think I'm a slut...[/i] Miloe returned to her original seat, Char following. She returned to sketching out her first ring plan. Char was playing with some of the stones. "So what is your power? Don't show me just tell." He said out of nowhere. Miloe gave him a sideways glance. As if she'd be able to do it again, she had surprised herself back there with Pierrot. Since she was so inexperienced with her own powers. "... I can... merge... with people. Can control their body movement.... use their powers... if they have any..." She said softly, staring down at her drawing. "... What about you?"[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Any anime I like inspires me. For I am a fan fiction author-writer-person-thing. So, basically, if I like an anime, like a pairing... I come up with a story-line and I just write. Hence the whole... fan fiction thing. Cheesey reply, but true. Fan fictions have helped me with my writing developement... so if I ever become a famous author one day (har har) you can bet I'm thanking fan fictions. Fan girls and fan boys unite! >>[/color][/size]

[quote name='ashwolf']What kinds of memory cards are you guys getting or does it not matter what memory card you purchase? I'm only asking this mostly out of curiousity. We have Sony memory cards and a couple Madkatz (sp?). My Madkatz lasted longer than my Sony cards...but maybe I was just lucky and took really good care of it.[/quote] [size=1][color=slategray]I use Sony cards. Our house has a bad history with Madkatz products, with malfunctioning and such. I've never had any problems with corrupted data files until Soul Calibur 3, everything else has been fine. So I don't really know what to say. All I know is Sony works fine for me.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Though that would be... interesting, I would be incredibly lost and you never know, half of us could be creepy forty-year-old fat men that like child porn. ^_~ Besides, I'm already planning meet-ups with people I know a little more personally from my history on the OB. I'd rather spend my money to go see them instead of to see half a community of people I don't know. I send my apologies.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Well, at least you got tested. Most people don't even do that. In all honesty, however, don't go around treating yourself like you are going to drop dead at any moment. Many people live with HIV, and they continue to live as long as it doesn't develope into something serious. Besides, look at the positives, now that you know you are in contact with HIV, you won't go spreading it to others (unless you are just plain spiteful... which is... rude) without knowing, etc. Plus, you can be treated. They may not have found the cure, but there is still something doctors can do for you to lessen the blow. All we can really do for you is hope it doesn't develope into something serious, such as AIDS. Continue to live, maybe do some things you always wanted to do. Go on vacation. Calm down. That's all the advice I can give. Best of luck to you.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]I hear that's been happening with a lot of people's memory cards, lately. My data for Soul Calibur 3, for example, was corrupt. All you can really do about it is erase the data that is corrupt and start from scratch. It totally suckles, but that's as much as I can help you. Sorry.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Char had nearly given Miloe a heart attack. She'd been so deep in thought that when he spoke to her, she nearly fell over. He seemed to think she was skipping class. Was that what she was doing? He continued to walk by her, attempting to make conversation. He didn't know what he was getting himself into. "So, where are you off to?" Miloe looked at her feet, rubbing her bottom lip with her carefully painted thumb nail. "... Jewelry..." She murmured after a moments hesitation. "Didn't that class period start a good twenty minutes ago? Why are you so late?" She shot him a look as if saying, 'And what are you doing, then?' He laughed, apparently deciphering the look correctly. "Yeah, yeah. I was just waiting for someone." Miloe let her gaze fall back to the floor. They were only a few halls away from the Jewelry room. "You're not much of a talker, huh? You practically ignored me this morning when I introduced myself." "... Sorry..." "It's alright-," "Char," A voice called out. Miloe and Char stopped and turned around. It was Daemon again. It was almost like he had a tracker on Miloe, where she was, he'd turn up. He caught up to them. He opened his mouth to talk, "How long has Art been off the budget in this school?? I was postive I saw it listed when I signed up..." "Oh, that..." Char started as the three began to walk. He seemed to be in deep thought, picking out what he was going to say. Art? Yeah... Miloe had seen it on the electives sheet. How could a decent school not have an art program. After all, Jewelry was an offspring of art. "It... it was there..." Miloe replied before Char could explain anything. "Good, at least I haven't started seeing things."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Box Man: I'm... trapped in a box. Guard 1: ? Box Man: With the daiseys and butterflies and... Guard 1: What's with him? Box Man: Swirls of pretty colors... Guard 2: Wild party last night. Box Man: The sheep... squished by the sumos... oh no... sex slave? Guard 1: He toked? Box Man: RACOONS!!!!!!! Guard 2: What do you think? Yeah, I know... I disappoint myself. But, I was thinking of this thing my friend was doing the other day... had to do with being trapped in a box. It was... interesting.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]"Miloe, be careful, ok?" Daemon said and started to walk away. Miloe stood still for a moment, hearing his footsteps fade. "I'll try..." She whispered. But she couldn't help but think, 'Why does he care?' Once she kenw she was alone again, she continued back to Jewelry. She was thinking about that Pierrot boy again. Why had he fainted? [I]Oh well...[/I] She thought, [I]I did my good deed for the day.[/I] And pushed it from her mind.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Miloe's pencil stopped. Her heart was pounding, she could feel that something was wrong. Someone was... wrong. She didn't know how, or why... maybe it was because of the times she had become one with others... but she could just sense it. She stood up from her desk quickly, knocking her chair back, leaving her sketch abandoned. Ms. Evans looked at her questioningly. "Miloe?" She flinched at her name. She didn't give Ms. Evans more than a second glance and sped out of the room. They were somewhere. Somewhere around here. She ran from hall to hall, checking the corridors for anything unusual. Then, a few halls away from the Principal's office, she saw it. That odd boy from before, he had collapsed on the ground. She walked over to him quietly, analyzing the situation. Why was she getting such strong vibes from him? She decided to take him to the nurses office, but when she tried to lift him, she failed. She was too weak for manual labor. Then an idea came to her head. She didn't want to do it, but it looked like she'd have to. Miloe bent over the boy, she was pretty sure his name was Pierrot. She smiled a little as she first placed her hands on his back. "So... you wanted to see everyone's powers... huh? Looks like you'll get some hands-on experience then," She spoke, almost silently. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, not entirely sure she would be able to do it successfully. She'd tried doing it on will, but it hardly ever worked. She was so... unpracticed. But, before she knew it, she felt as though she'd disappeared, become see-through. Everything was dark, however, and she felt heavier than normal. [i]Open you eyes... get up... that's it. One foot, ahead of the other. I think the nurses office is this way.[/i] Every body always felt a little different, took a little while to get used to. But he was moving, she was in control. After wandering around the halls, Miloe finally came across the nurse's office. Lifting his hand to the door, she could see it, it looked so... weird. To be looking at someone else's hand, almost as your own. It was shaking slightly. Once the door swung open, Miloe was met by the nurse, clad in her white uniform. "Yes? What can I do for you?" She asked politely. Miloe took a breath and let go, falling back, out of Pierrot. The nurse jumped back in surprise, but then leaned forward again, catching the falling Pierrot. She looked at Miloe was surprise. "... Sorry.... couldn't.... carry...." Miloe explained, hiding her face under her hair. "Oh, well, it's alright.... thanks for bringing him to me." The nurse replied cheerfully. "You may go back to class now." Miloe nodded and turned back into the hall. She was trembling. She had never been in control for that long.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Ms. Evans had stopped in mid-sentence as the classroom door opened. In walked someone familiar to Miloe. That Daemon boy again. He was in this class? Miloe sat up a little more in her seat, getting a better view. Daemon flushed, muttered something that sounded like an apology, and hurried back out of the room with the slam of a door. The room was silent for a few moments. Then a girl said, "Heh, new kids..." Some others giggled and Ms. Evans smiled. Miloe put her head back on the desk. What was that about? "So, where was I? Oh yeah... today we'll just be drawing out designs of what we want to make. Just a few rough drafts, and we'll revise from there. Then I can lay down the basics on jewelry tools and crafting methods. If any of you have fire powers in this class, you get it easy... No torches or anything..." She took out a stack of paper and a box of pencils. "I have supplies, because I know from experience that many of you don't bother to bring your own things. Come get your own and enjoy." She placed the things on a desk at the front of the room and went to sit down in her chair. Miloe got up and took a sheet of paper and a pencil that had been sharpened to a fine point. Once she got back to her place, she started sketching out some rune-like symbols.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Miloe was getting dizzy from all the activity and sighed with relief when the bell finally rang. She slipped away from them all, closing one hand around the rose and used her other arm to hold her binder close to her. For electives, she had signed up for Jewelry and a foods class. She had been amazed at all the different choices for electives and her eyes had lit up at once when she saw the word "jewelry." This class was probably the one she was most excited about, she could make her own rings to add to her vast collection. She was already formulating a plan in her mind, trying not to think about her next class period. She didn't exactly want to take her powers for a test run. Who knows what could happen to the poor soul that was her test subject? She shuddered to think. The Jewelry classroom had a warm feeling to it, the blinds on the windows were drawn all the way to the top. It wasn't a huge class, only about half of the seats were taken up. Miloe sat in a more deserted section of the room, laying the rose down with care at the corner of the desk top. There was a soft buzzing of noise from the other students, Miloe couldn't help but notice that most of them were girls, but go figure. She guessed she felt safer in a female populated area, boys always seemed to make her squirm. Maybe it was because of all the stories from her old school. Rape. Abduction. Abuse. There was just something so... unstable about being around guys. To Miloe, anyway. Sure, she had been close- well, as close as she could get to anyone- to a few. She'd even been kissed by a few. No big deal. Swapping spit. That's all it was. The teacher made her entrance. Skinny, glasses, raven black hair tied back in a loose pony tail. Sort of had the sexy librarian look about her. She immediately got Miloe's attention. "Welcome to Jewelry. I'm Ms. Evans. Shall we get started?"[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Miloe had been staring at the rose Daemon had just transmuted. She didn't know what to say. No one ever did anything for her. Before she could say anything (not like much would have come out of her mouth anyway), someone burst into the room. He looked like he had just come from the circus. He started talking to the boy Char, and then suddenly divided into himself times five. He started yelling about showing each other our powers... and a girl replied with sarcasm. Miloe covered her face with her hair, seperating herself from the noise. She felt something brush against her hand, she peeked through the white strands, seeing that Daemon had placed the rose on the top of her left hand. She felt a small smile tug at her lips. "So, what about you?" The clown kid was leaning on her desk. "What can you do?" Startled at his sudden appearance, Miloe pulled back. "..."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Miloe hugged her binder to her chest as she walked down the hallway, her hair flowing after her slightly. People were yelling and laughing, greeting each other, talking about their summer breaks. No one really gave her a second glance, and she was fine with that. She read the signs outside the classroom doors, looking for her English class. The crowds were starting to thin out, Miloe continued along, dragging her boots against the floor. She finally found the English room, a man that looked about in his late twenties was propping the door open. Miloe supposed he was the teacher. "Don't want to be late on your first day, hmm?" He said in a bored tone. She hurried inside, finding that a bit creepy. Most of the seats were filled and Miloe was left clinging her binder to herself for dear life. She had never been a transfer student before, and it wasn't her thing to be wandering into a place she didn't know. She scanned the room, trying to keep from making eye contact with anyone. Someone was waving at her, puzzled she looked at who it was. No one she remembered. Maybe he had been in her homeroom? Black hair, red eyes. The seat next to him looked like it had been severed with spikes. She heard the classroom door slam behind her, making her jump slightly. There was a loud sigh. "Mr... Montesque is it? Please... return my desk to normal. And... Ms... Rouge, I'm guessing, sit down unless you'd like to introduce yourself to your new classmates." The man said without enthusiasm. Miloe felt herself blush. The boy who had been waving at her placed his hands on the desk sheepishly and returned it to normal. Seeing no other free spot, Miloe slid into that desk, making sure it had no more pointy edges before making herself comfortable. "I see so many new faces. What a pleasure," The man said, running his fingers through his mousy brown hair. "Forgive me for my lack of sincerity, I haven't had a cigarette in about a week, and trust me, it is not easy for me." Many of the students laughed. "Anyway, for those of you who are new... I'm Mr. Crouch, and that's all you'll know me as. Got it? Today, as I don't feel like teaching, do whatever the hell you want. Just don't set anything on fire, like the last time I let you guys have a 'free day'... Tomorrow, however, we'll be having a little thing that I call a writing workshop... we'll be doing plenty of research papers this year, hope you don't mind. Then again, I don't really care what you think. I'm going to the teacher's lounge. When the bell rings, just leave." He then pivoted toward the door, opened it, and walked out. The boy next to Miloe, the one that had transmuted the desk, turned to face her. "I'm liking that teacher already," He said. Miloe put her hand up to her mouth, blinking back at him. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, yet, have I? I'm Daemon. I can transmute stuff, obviously." "... I'm Miloe." She whispered, tracing her lips with her thumb nail. "... I can... sorta... merge with people." Daemon sat back in his seat. "Sweet."[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Very nice. This is probably the most entertaining thing I've read all week. The drawings are fun, I especially like their hair. All wavy and spikey-like. *Pokes the hair* At first I thought Mr. Gord's hair... wasn't his hair. I don't know what it would have been. >> It's random, but I like random-ness. Keep it up.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Miloe was already getting slightly paranoid. Someone she had never seen had walked up to her so casually and intorduced himself. Char, wasn't it? She had simply looked up and inclined her head, ignoring his hand. Physical contact was a little too much for any stranger to ask for so early in the year. But, of course, she thought, it was normal for people to do that. Introduce themselves, shake hands. At least back home no one expected her to do that. But she didn't want to think of her old school. She stroked a part of her silky white hair where part of it appeared to be singed. Those damned lighters. The homeroom teacher had walked in a long time ago, but Miloe hadn't thought much of it. She seemed to be getting bad, even scared vibes from the people around her. She wondered what for. She was content with keeping her forehead to her knees, eyes closed, drowning out any distractions. A bell suddenly rang out shrilly, invading her thoughts. Chairs scraped against the tile floors and people started heading toward the classroom door. Miloe felt a soft tap on her shoulder. "Hey, homeroom is over, you might wanna get moving." Miloe's head flew up with a start. But whoever had spoken was already within the rest of the chattering crowd, going to their next class. Miloe let down her legs slowly and grabbed her binder. Off to English.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=slategray]Miloe woke with a start, expecting to find herself in her old room at home. But as she eyed the strange bareness of the area, she remembered the school. Serenity View. She had thought that maybe it had just been one wonderful dream... but maybe, maybe... it could be better than a dream. She pinched herself. It was real, all right. Damn real. She untangled herself from the linen sheets that she had managed to get wrapped in during her deep sleep. She fell over and glanced up at her alarm clock. Then stared at her school schedule that she had placed on the nightstand. Oh, shit... she was going to miss Homeroom. On her first day. Not good. She flew over to the dresser and carefully, but quickly, clothed herself for the day. She adjusted her black 'Kids With Guns' t-shirt as she tried to decide what rings to wear. After twisting some on, she grabbed a binder and ran out of the dorm building. Settling down in a seat in the back of her homeroom, finally, Miloe alligned her binder with the edge of the desk. Then she slouched, making herself smaller, wanting to avoid the staring. You could see the smiles of all the students. New girl. The guy she sat down behind turned around in his seat, nudging her binder out of place. Miloe willed herself to look up. The boy beamed. Seemed friendly enough. "So... new here, huh? What's your story?" Miloe's hands flew up to her mouth, a habit. She liked the comfort of her white sleeves, just enough access fabric to cover her hands and her face when she wanted to be temporarily oblivious to her surroundings. This time, though, she didn't cover her eyes, but continued to keep eye contact with the boy. He smiled again, shrugged, and turned back to the front. Miloe pulled her knees up to her chest in her seat. She wasn't shy, exactly... more like... not knowing what to expect.[/color][/size]