Fyxe

[size=1]Man... I don't know. I guess my first awesome OB moments happened around three years ago, when I was one of the more known graphic artists on here. A lot of people came to me for banner/avi sets, and I guess one of my most effective hits was when I made a Subaru banner from .hack//SIGN and almost everyone commented on how great it was. Haha. I loved having PhotoShop back then, it made me feel really good to be able to make pretty things for others. :) Then I was in a Rurouni Kenshin RPG awhile ago, which was the best RPG experience I've ever had. It was just so funny and random, and I made a lot of good friends thru it. We also had a sequel, which was equally entertaining. I think those are the only RPGs I've been in that actually ended. I made two of my best friends thru that, and I still talk to them to this day. Then I guess meeting [b]2007DigitalBoy[/b] was one of my better moments too. I mean, I think back when I was Conna_da_fox I talked to him when he had some other name... I don't remember which. But, I had long forgot about that, and then I started talking to him via PMs when he was Tical, for reasons I don't remember. :p But, you know, he's probably one of my best friends online. Despite his infamy, I still love him. Haha.[/size]

[size=1]After leading Shayla to her room, and making some awkward attempts to clean up, Dusty sat down in a bean bag chair. She looked up at Shayla, her eyes were so fiery and intent on Shayla's to the point where she didn't know how to respond. Dusty was the first to break the eye contact, looking quickly to the floor. [b]"So... why did you decided to come here?"[/b] She asked. Shayla thought this was an odd question, considering Dusty had been the one to offer. [b]"Well... I never refuse an invitation..." [/b]She replied. Dusty looked disappointed by this answer. [b]"But,"[/b] Shayla said quickly, [b]"I was happy you asked me to come."[/b] She sat on the edge of Dusty's bed, hoping that answer was a good enough recovery. Neither of them spoke after this, giving the word 'tension' a whole new meaning. Shayla kept her eyes on Dusty, who was purposely making a fuss over a hole in the bean bag. Occassionally she would shoot an embarassed glance at Shayla. [b]"Do I bother you that much? I can leave, if you want me to,"[/b] Shayla finally said with a sigh, standing up. This seemed to jolt some life into the smaller girl. [b]"Oh! No! I'm sorry, please, don't leave yet,"[/b] Dusty exclaimed, her hand rose to touch Shayla's hand, but quickly fluttered back to her lap. Shayla sat back on the bed. She bit her lip, wondering if this would be an appropriate time to ask. There was something there... but you could never be sure if girls were being over-friendly, or if they meant it. It was a difficult decision, but she knew she had to clear it up, before any actual moves were made... [b]"Dusty..."[/b] Shayla said in almost a whisper, leaning down by Dusty's ear. [b]"Please do not be offended, or take this in the wrong way... that is the last thing I want... but... are you gay?"[/b] Dusty immediately stiffened and Shayla knew she had just made a mistake. Dusty stood up quickly. [b]"I am not... not... g-ga... you know! I don't know how you could even suggest it! Please, you should leave now,"[/b] Her voice was unusually high, and she walked over to her door. [b]"Dusty..."[/b] Shayla said helplessly. [b]"Shay... out, please..."[/b] [b]"Fine. But I just want you to know that denying it won't get you anywhere. It's not like, perverted or whatever. And if you truly are straight, sorry for the confusion. I've had too many hetero girls lead me on, and I was hoping you weren't one of them. See you around,"[/b] Shayla replied, anger and annoyance in her voice. She didn't mean to be harsh or anything, it just came out that way. She left Dusty's room, mainly angery at herself. But she had never fixed anything by letting her temper get out of control. So, back to base one. [i]Might as well get acquainted with other people...[/i] She thought, heading back to the cafeteria. It seemed like this place was never truly empty. How many people lived here, actually? After standing close to a wall for nearly fifteen minutes, scanning the crowd, Shayla realized how stupid she was being. She didn't come to this place just for girl hunting. So why was she here? She couldn't remember. Shaking the thought from her mind, she began walking out of the cafeteria, but before she completely reached the exit, a new feeling hit her. A total feeling of longing. She spun around, to see what had just happened, and she was quickly drawn to the girl that had just passed her. Curious, Shayla followed suit, getting in the line for food right beside the girl. She seemed to be about the same age as Shayla, and was very gorgeous. But that wasn't the reason why she wanted to be by this... woman... so much. It was something else. She had been struggling to get the courage to ask her name, but it seemed this effort wasn't needed. The woman turned to Shayla and spoke. [b]"I'm Tasha. And you're... Shayla? Nice to meet you."[/b] She gave Shayla a smile and continued to gather her food. Shayla felt very light-headed, concerning what had just happened. Great, a mind reader.[/size]

[size=1][b]2007DigitalBoy[/b] (duh). One of the first boys I've known to agree to letting me dress him up as a girl. Plus, I still need to make that ridiculously long road trip in the middle of the night to kidnap him... so we can go to IHOP. I'd also have to fix him up from all that shocking business. Poor kid. :( Wow. Short list. Er. I used to have more OB buddies, but they all left. It makes me feel better to say that I still talk to them via phone and instant messaging, at least. >> I'd like to meet anyone that would care to hang out with me. But, chances are, we'd end up getting kicked out of a grocery store for something stupid. Just a heads up.[/size]

[quote name='Premonition'][COLOR=NAVY]I can't wait either. Their characters are well thought out. It seems that their sexuality is out in the open, you don't see that much now. My friend's gay and he's really open about it. Well, I don't know about any others town's out here, but mine is very descrete about homosexuality, I say let them do as they please. Love shouldn't be ristricted by gender, it should be based on love. [/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]I like you. My town is full of douchebags, too, when it comes to homosexuality. Then again, I live in a small town in Iowa, go figure. I'm still taking my girlfriend to prom, they can suck it. Haha. And no, DB, I didn't mean menstruation. I thought about that when I typed it, but, meh. It just means: "Period, end of sentence." :p[/size]

[size=1][b]Taco John's[/b] grilled chicken burritos. I have to have one of these at least once a week. My mom hates me for it. They have to be the most addicting flavor of West Mex ever. End of story.[/size]

[size=1]... she sounds... nice? Uh, well. You'll go through a lot of moments like this. A lot of people don't really think of other people's feelings and tend to lead them on. I haven't really taken any "risks" relationship-wise, but I do in everyday life for stupid little things. I've done too many idiotic things to even remember them in detail. They all mesh together after so long. >>[/size]

[size=1]Just something about that office had made Shayla uneasy. Not too surprising, however, she hated the feeling of being analyzed. She just didn't care if these people had an interest in her, and that old man? Urgh, creepy. Just had to get out of there. The old "I gotta do something" trick worked well. But, yet, what the hell was the point of transporting all of those people up there in the first place? Hey, at least she hadn't been separated from Dusty. And, what's this? [b]"Right.. Shay. Got it. And Dusty. Are you guys signed up for any classes yet? I saw a huge pool when I was wandering around earlier and was thinking I'd go check it out if I could find someone to go with. You guys in?"[/b] The crazy girl that had slid down the stair banister. [b]"Actually, I haven't signed up for classes yet. We were on our way when we were, sort of, well... teleported,"[/b] Dusty replied. [b]"And I just plain don't plan on signing up for classes,"[/b] Shayla yawned. [b]"Oh, and not to sound rude, but what's your name?"[/b] [b]"Just call me Cho... hey, so, why don't you wanna be in a class?"[/b] Cho asked. [b]"I've already had someone train me, so I don't really need help with mastering my powers, or whatever,"[/b] Shayla said nonchalantly. [b]"I mainly came here for the free food and board."[/b] [b]"Pff, freeloader,"[/b] Dusty teased. Shayla just looked down at her and pulled her hair lightly. [b]"Quiet, you. So. Pool or classes? I vote pool. But, just to warn you, I don't have a swimming suit. And we all know what that means: skinny dipping!"[/b] Shayla exclaimed, but she stuck out her tongue. [b]"Yeah right, I'm not going swimming, period."[/b][/size]

[size=1]Sorry I haven't really been around. I'm going to go post right now. Dang, all the girls are flocking to Shayla. :cool: Oh, right. Also, I was thinking since a lot of you guys can read people's thoughts, someone should catch onto Shayla's lying problem. That'd make things interesting. ;)[/size]

[size=1]I think LiveJournal is our best bet, but it's a pain in the ass to find anything, because they have horrible search features. I already knew the word we were looking for was Control, but, that still doesn't help me in the slightest. :P[/size]

[size=1]Right now I'm trying to figure out what "a diary alive" could be. I mean, the only thing that comes to my mind is someone's memory. Whose memory? Yet, that could be totally wrong. Uhh... XD Edit: Also, there is a blog program called Alive Diary, but you have to download it... but if she said none of the answers are in her blogs, I highly doubt this is a place to look... Just a thought, though.[/size]

[size=1]At least Shayla isn't emo. She's a lady-getting-lady. Man, I just realized how much she's going to lie in this RPG, though... hmm... go pathological liars.[/size]

[size=1]By the way, with the whole "sex thing", my character only seems like a horn-dog until she actually starts dating someone. There will be thoughts, but trust me, there won't be described details. I didn't have lesbee smex fest in mind when I signed up. >> Haha. For future reference, sorry if I seem absent a lot. I am mainly away from the computer due to work. But, I'll usually post something at night, or early morning. I'm making the effort here. :)[/size]

[size=1]Considering it is still Monday, I'm hoping I'm not too late to say I'm in.[/size]

[QUOTE=Toaster] [I][COLOR=Magenta]A large portion of todays female generation want things. They don't give a dxmn about how they get it. They want it. They will do evil things to get it, if whining dosen't work. And if they don't get what they want, they sink into depression, EXPECTiNG others to feel sorry for them and pick their a's's'e's up off the floor, or they throw evil, spurned-ex-soap-opera-wife fits. [/COLOR][/I][/QUOTE] [size=1]... I have never met a woman like that.[/size]

[size=1]Ha, I've actually always thought the men were the confusing ones. Ever had a guy say he's going to be there, and then he didn't show up? OH MAN! It's like, I didn't know where I was. Confusing. No. Just all the boys I know are little girls. And I'm really simple, I don't play mind games like a lot of girls I know. Hmm. Maybe I should permanently turn into Pistachio and show these little girl-boys how to be real men. This is why I get the ladies. :whoops: [/size]

[size=1]Shayla still felt the warmth of the girl against her chest and stomach. [b]"I'm Dusty, nice to meet you." [/b]She said, to recover from her clumsy collide, but Shayla could see that she was still blushing. Shayla stayed silent for a moment, scanning over the girl. She was small, and the yellow ribbon in her hair was irresistable... yet, it made her seem like she was about twelve years old. Dusty started to squirm at the awkward quiet, and Shayla mentally slapped herself for making this cutie wait. [b]"I'm Shayla... you can just call me Shay, everyone does,"[/b] She said in a low, silky voice, making it so Dusty had to lean near her in order to hear her.[b] "I agree about the architecture... it's very aged, and gorgeous. I was thinking about drawing it later... you are welcome to join me..."[/b] [b]"Oh! Sure! Do you know your way around Esper Hall at all?" [/b]Dusty asked. Shayla smiled, and held her hand in front of her face. [b]"Like the back of my hand,"[/b] She replied. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right? Shayla L'mei's motto. [b]"Great! Maybe you can help me sign up for some classes, too?" [/b]Dusty sounded hopeful, looking up at Shayla, a smile on her face. [b]"No problem..."[/b] Shayla had a sudden thought, this girl...[b] "Not to pry, but how old are you, Dusty?"[/b] [b]"Sixteen. How about you?"[/b] [I]Shit[/I], Shayla thought, [I]I'm so going to Hell... I'm resorting to pedophilism? Ah... screw it...[/I] [b]"Seventeen," [/b]Shayla lied again, without even a flicker of guilt. [b]"Cool. Wanna go, then?"[/b] Dusty urged, walking forward. [b]"Of course," [/b]Shayla followed.[/size]

[size=1]Where ever there is Fyxe, there is woman love.[/size]

[size=1]Shayla woke up with a throbbing headache, and it took her a few minutes to realize where she was. Apparently she'd fallen asleep on the couch, face on her sketch pad. She hoisted herself up, throwing her plaid "lumberjack" shirt against a wall. Stretching her arms, she slid off the couch and pulled one of her suitcases toward herself. She chose a loose white blouse, and stood up, slipping her arms into it and buttoning it up. You could see her black bra thru it, but she didn't care. Not bothering with make-up or hair gel, she left her bedroom with only two things on her mind: pain killers and breakfast. Shayla ran her fingers thru her hair briefly, attempting to style it, but without hair products, it did her hairdo no justice. Shayla followed a few late-risers to where ever they were going. She figured it was her best bet to find like, whatever. She felt drowsiness overtaking her again, and decided to close her eyes for a bit. "[I]Ooof![/I]" She let out, hitting something hard. She flew back and stumbled onto the floor. Startled, she looked around. She had run into a freaking person. His papers had scattered everywhere, and he had fallen flat on his butt, just like Shalya. "Sorry, man..." She mumbled, going to pick up his papers for him. "Good morning to you, too," [I]Uh oh[/I], Shay thought, [I]he sounds pissed[/I]. He cleared his throat as her stood back up. He scanned her appearance quickly and grabbed his papers away from her. "Shayla L'mei, I presume?" Shay rubbed her cheek. And how did this guy know her? "Uh, yeah... that's me..." She replied, watching him carefully. He nodded and held out something. "I'm Joe Deadrien, in case you didn't remember from yesterday. Which I know you don't remember, so, yes. Here is a map of Esper Hall, so you don't come bother me later with questions. This should tell you everything you need to know location-wise. And before you ask, class sign-ups are in the cafeteria-," "I'm not really the class-going school type," Shay cut in. "Of course not. If you have anymore questions, I probably won't be the one to answer them for you. Have a nice day." With that, he spun around and began walking in the other direction. "I'm loving the welcoming committee," Shay muttered, glancing down at her map, and headed toward the cafeteria.[/size]

[QUOTE=Fasteriskhead]The effect while watching SP is like you have a short, pudgy guy sitting behind you, constantly whispering into your ear: "They're all gay, you know!!" At every big moment: "Ha, oh man! Those girls totally want to have sex." Right after a scene ends: "Bet they're lezzing it up, eh? Eh??? I'll tell ya, I bet that short one's the one on top, right? She's feisty! She's totally giving that other one the ol' [i]magic carpet ride[/i], you get it?? ...I mean to say they're having SEX. They're SCREWING right now. SEX SEX SEX. Because they're LESBIANS and they enjoy having INTERCOURSE with WOMEN, and right now that's what they're doing. SEX." [/QUOTE] [size=1]... that is the best thing I've EVER heard. XD Some people had actually recommended this show to me, since they heard I was looking for yuri. However... these descriptions... I'm not even going to bother finding it. Oh my. (I like that red dress in the picture though. Reminds me of a fancy milk maid outfit, haha.)[/size]

[size=1]Shayla's first thought upon setting eyes on Esper Hall was something like, "Wow, great design. Maybe I should sketch it later." But, well, she sort of forgot about that as soon as she saw the females in the group of new arrivals. She stayed silent, but brushed her hand against all of them as often as she could, leading her to getting apprehensive glances. She simply bowed her head slightly in apology, but a smile tugged at her lips as soon as the girls would turn away from her. This guy. Joe. He was sort of annoying to listen to, he sounded bored and full of himself. Maybe that was just Shayla's personal take, but it grated on her nerves, and she tuned him out. She figured that since this place was so out in the middle of nowhere, it'd be peaceful. Well, if there were many more people like that, she was about to be proven wrong. Shayla was so so relieved when she was shown to her room. She had all of her belongings in two large suitcases, and a backpack, and it had become a great inconvenience to haul it around the entire community for the tour. She closed the door and locked it immediately, ready to make herself at home, and that only meant one thing: putting up her nudey posters. Slipping them out of one of her suitcases, she taped them to the wall. It was a very mediocre job, but she didn't care if the organization looked trashy or not. The rest of the wall space would be reserved for pictures of Shayla and her future girlfriend (which she was determined to find soon), and drawings. Not one for much sleep, Shayla just sat on the couch in her room, and pulled out her sketch book. She'd unpack everything else some other time.[/size]

[size=1]Jiazu, your signature tells me that I don't know Japanese. Which I guess fits into the whole Otaku thing. Equivalent exhange? FMA, baby. (that reminds me, someone I know got the FMA symbol tattooed to his back. >>)[/size]

[size=1]I have a journal on my personal computer. I decided to start one a few months ago, because I realized what a crappy memory I have... and... I wanted to remember my life, I guess. Ever since summer started, I haven't typed much, considering I hardly ever have a day off to turn on my computer. And even if I do, I don't feel like writing anything, and my main goal is to play a computer game, haha. I only really have one or two persistent subjects in my journal, mainly about a rocky break-up, and some crap about me wanting to move to Canada. XD[/size]

[size=1]I always love the ex-boyfriends that get angry with you when you are attempting to date other people, especially when he's getting around the block, while he still claims that you are his, or he is going to ask you out again. :P Haha. In all truth, I've never been broken up with. I was always the person to do the breaking up. Well, I suppose my first "boyfriend" broke up with me when I called his friend a skank, but... hey, it was sixth grade. So it didn't count. I don't see what the big deal was... .... she was totally a whore. XD[/size]

[size=1]Since my character needs to find her way to Esper Hall, I just want an idea of how she's getting there. Do we start off finding the bus? And if so, how are our characters going to know how to find it? Ah man, summer RPGs.

[size=1]I like the idea of tattoos, and I'd like to get some. However, there is always the fact that when you get old and pruny, those tattoos are getting as wrinkly and saggy as you are. Yum. The only thing that I really want right now is the sun on one palm, and the moon on the other. Symbols for dawn and dusk. The only thing I have a problem with is how much that would HURT. On your palm, it doesn't take much to reach your veins and bones. Maybe I'll get them on my wrists instead. I don't know, haha. My lord. A friend of mine wants to get a Naruto tattoo... the symbol of the sand village. I told him: "Worst. Idea. Ever." He doesn't believe me. Go figure, haha.[/size]