Skye

[size=1][color=slategray][b]Name:[/b] Anakito Kaela (Surname first) [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b][url=http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/12-8.htm]Kaela[/url] She stands 5'5", and usually wears her school uniform. [b]Location:[/b] No map [b]Personality:[/b] Kaela is a pretty shy girl, though very smart. She doesn?t have very many friends, as she can never get up the courage to talk to anyone. Always an A+ student, Kaela has a bit of a problem doing team sports, and group projects, as she is very shy, and prefers to work by herself. [b]Short History:[/b] Kaela is the youngest child in a group of three siblings, both older siblings brothers. Her two older brothers are pretty protective of her, even around her parents, but now, since they are both in college, Kaela breaths a little easier. She has lived in Kitakata her whole life, and gotten the best education because of it. Her father was very kind to her, and he loved her dearly, even though her mother disapproved of her doing anything un-lady-like. Her parents divorced a year ago, and Kaela now lives with her father. Her brothers are out on their own now, so Kaela is spending more time with her dad. Sometimes she feels a little overwhelmed by the silence of her house when her father isn?t home, but it?s better than nothing. [b]Subjects:[/b] Mathematics, English/Japanese, Gym, Geography, Media, Biology [b]Relationships with other students:[/b] - [b]Alex (Reiku):[/b] Cute and funny, but doesn?t really talk to him. - [b]Micky (Innocent):[/b] Doesn?t know him. - [b]Rin (Kitty):[/b] a girl she connects well with, occasionally they do homework together. - [b]Zeph (Sakura):[/b] her secret crush; she thinks he doesn?t know she exists. - [b]Ran (Opal):[/b] Doesn?t really know him, is shy around him. - [b]Aka (Starr):[/b] is slightly intimidated by her. - [b]Maria (Kairi):[/b] doesn?t really know her. - [b]Hoshiko (Ozy):[/b] likes this girl, as they are a lot alike. - [b]Jace (Demonchild):[/b] he hangs with Alex; she doesn?t really pay much attention to him. - [b]Ken (Astdis):[/b] she wonders about him sometimes, but he is one of her only ?friends?. Protects her from rude guys. - [b]Kina (Albel):[/b] A good friend, really kind. - [b]Drew (Jung-Woo):[/b] A classmate, and she's pretty sure he doesn't know she exsists. She likes him much more than she likes Zeph, for the fact that she and he are so different. They never talk because she can only stare at him dreamy eyed. - [b]Kyo (Princess):[/b] She knows him, he seems to try to get her to talk more, and makes her blush. - [b]Haruko (lil kitsune boy):[/b] Doesn't know her; she just moved there. - [b]Dirk (Drake06):[/b] Goes slightly slack-jawed around him, mostly because he's sweet to her. Likes him, but doesn't talk to him often. - [b]Natasha (Chaos Squirel):[/b] Doesn't know her. Hope this is good. ^_^ EDIT: Oh, dang, I also just saw the condition. >.< I will get on changing. Unless, as Kitty said, I can still be a girl. I think I just evened out the score on how many guys and girls there are. Most of us are girls, so we would probably end up having way more guys than girls. So just tell me if I should change.[/size][/color]

[size=1]Liari and Kat rushed down the hall, feet pounding as screams rang through their heads. Liari nearly stumbled as the ring on the chain around her neck began to burn. Quickly regaining her footing, she and Kat sped on, sliding to a halt at the scene of carnage. Liari then heard, ?[b]So? the Cross emerges?[/b]? Liari let loose a cry of fury as she saw the wounded on the floor. Her eyes blazed with non-withheld anger, and she turned to the beast Toji had knocked to the floor. Her hands clenched, and she lunged. One hand shot out, and her fingers dug into the monster?s face. She twisted violently. The thing cried out, and one massive arm shot out, swiping her away. She slammed into a wall, and slumped to the ground, her breathing ragged. She struggled to stand, and found Kat?s arms helping her to her feet. She leaned on him, her anger now burning in a cool fire behind her eyes. ?[b]Toji, we have to destroy it![/b]? Liari nearly collapsed as she spoke the words, her rage building higher. She winced as she felt a ripple of pain go through her back. OOC: I don?t think there is much I can type. ^_^ I hope this is okay for now.[/size]

[size=1]I'm really sorry, hon. I lost my grrandfather not to long ago, so I know how it is to lose someone. I will most definately have her in my thoughts, and a prayer tonight, to whatever diety is really out there. May her spirit find rest and comfort beyond the gates of death. Blessed be. Skye[/size]

[size=1]I have a black cat. We didn't name our cats until we got them, but we didn't use descriptive names. ^_^; [b]Nicholas/Nicky/Nick/Fritz/Fritzer (Nicholas Fritz Putz Cat):[/b] Yes, our animals have tons of nicknames. I won't list them all, though. Nick started out as a black cat, though now he has aprtially white tummy, and white hairs here and there. He's our oldest cat, and our first. We call him our medicine cat, because when someone is ill, if you're lying down, he'll come lie on your chest, and purr you to sleep. [b]Henry/Hen/Henneneroo (Henry Henible Spot):[/b] This one is a orange tabby, and our lap cat. He is the sweetest cat of the bunch, and the loudest, and he likes to play in and out with the door. -.-; [b]Isabelle/Isabo/Bobo (Miss Isabelle Thing):[/b] She is our only female cat, and a calico. She's Henry's sister, and loves to be petted. But that is all she'll let you do. I am her person, I am the only person she will let pick her up. Anyone else she turns into a whirling firball of doom. She has sharp things on all five corners. -.- [b]Cameron/Cam/Cammy/Cameroon/Cammy-cam/Cammers (Cameron Blue-eyes):[/b] This cat belongs to my brother. He is a grey tabby, and the youngest of all our pests - erm, I mean, pets. ^_^; He loves lying on his back like a possom playing dead, and you try to rub his tummy and he'll grab your hand. [b]Beauty Belle Froglet Hypertension Chewtoy/Belly-dan/Belldandy/Beautybelle:[/b] This is my moms dog. We originally got her for my brother, but she attached herself to mom instead. She's a terrier, black, almost salt-and-pepper colored, but with a tons more black than anything. We think she might be Cairn terrier and something else. [b]Lancelot/Lance/Lancers/Lancir(Lan-seer)/Lancer-lot:[/b] This is my baby. He's as sweet as can be, and huge, but he thinks he's a lap dog. He's a lab-collie mix, and the color of pine saw dust. He is a love bug, and a wonderful dog. So those are my pets. ^_^ My friend has three cats, a grey tabby named [b]Archemedes[/b], like the owl from Sword in the Stone, [b]Sabastian[/b], named after the crab from Little Mermaid and an orange tabby, and [b]lady[/b] who is a black and white girl cat.[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Cameron (Camster) Autsin [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Appearance:[/b] [url= http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/39-4.htm]Cassie[/url] [b]Continent you live on:[/b] North America (New York, New York, USA) [b]Character Snipit:[/b] It was so dark. Cameron couldn?t see properly. Walking, just walking, not exactly sure where she was. Her foot ran into something, and she crouched, feeling. Her brow creased in confusion as she knelt next to her mother?s prone body. She shook her gently, hoping to wake her. ?[b]Mami? Mami, get up.[/b]? The woman on the ground near Cameron didn?t move. In confusion, Cameron shook the woman again. She gasped sharply as she realized that the flesh beneath the clothing was cold. In disbelief she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face, and she shook the woman again. ?[b]Mami, please! Get up![/b]? ?[b]Your mother isn?t getting up, little girl.[/b]? Cameron looked up sharply, mouth open in fear and awe. ?[b]Who are you? What did you do to her?[/b]? Standing near her was a man; his face, what he was wearing, was undeterminable. But his eyes, large, black, and sinister, stared at her, and cruel lips turned upwards in a malicious smile. A harsh laughter rang in the girls ears. ?[b]Nothing, little girl. I didn?t do anything to her. But [I]you[/I] did.[/b]? Cameron?s eyes widened, and she choked back a hiccough. ?[b]W-what? What do you mean?[/b]? The cruel smile grew larger, and the man laughed that horrible laugh again. ?[b]I mean, little Cameron, that you killed her. She?s dead because of you.[/b]? Cameron shook her head, tears flying. She shook her head over and over, crying. Then she stopped, as a cold, dead hand gripped her wrist. Looking down, she met the glazed, blue eyes of her mother. The woman was mouthing something, even as her lips rotted away, even the cold fleshy hand gripping Cameron?s wrist became bone, the skin peeling back and the muscle falling off. Cameron?s eyes were wide with fear. As her mother turned to a skeleton, she was dragged down, close to the skeletal face, near that rotting flesh, the flesh she so dearly loved. ?[b]You killed me, Cameron Ashley Austin! It was you! You![/b]? Cameron yanked her hand back, terror and loss ripping through her like a bullet. She screamed. ^_^ Editing done.[/size]

[size=1]Believe it or not, I have found a few more nicknames. -.- I also have some for my friends. :devil: Mine: [b]Brown berry:[/b] I was always in the sun, and I had this really dark tan most of the time. i would never burn, so my mom ended up calling me her little brown berry. She also would sing the brown girl song. XD [b]Stef-stef:[/b] That one is from my BFFL, Alia. She calls me Stef-stef whenever she feels bad. -.- [b]Skye:[/b] That is the name I use most often, online. And it's going to be my stage name. >.> Others: [b]Chibi-chan[/b]: This one is for Brittany/Alexia. Her nickname used to be Chibi-chibi, so now I call her Chibi-chan. ^_^; She hates it, and she says if I ever call her it out in public, she will swear she doesn't know me. [b]Tay-chan:[/b] This is my nickname for Taylor. ^_^ Self explanitory. [b]'Ly:[/b] This is a common nickname for one of my friends, Cecily, who I know from Elfwood. We all call her that, so it stuck. [b]Jehff:[/b] Okay, his real name has no 'h' in it, but I was playing around with his name and randomly stuck the h in it. He calls me Steph (I usually spell my name Steffanie; so most call me Steff), and I call him Jehff. ^_^ It's funsies.[/size]

[size=1]Standing on the steps was a young woman with long, red hair, with eyes to match. Slung over one shoulder was a carry-on bag, and she was rolling a black suitcase behind her. Wearing a pair of red drawstring harem pants, high-heels, and a red spaghetti strap shirt, she tossed her hair over one shoulder. The master smiled strangely at her. ?[b]Ah, well, hello. You must be Ami.[/b]? Ami nodded, slightly taken aback that he already knew her name. She didn?t let it show, and the man moved to the side, and Ami stepped in. She looked around her, a small smile quirking her lips upward. Her eyes were shining. ?[b]Beautiful artwork on the ceiling, Master of Games.[/b]? The man nodded. Two men stepped forward to take her bags, and she handed them over, still looking up to the vaulted ceilings. She put her hands on her hips, taking in the subtle color changes. A not-so-polite cough from behind her reminded her where she was, and she looked back to the older man. ?[b]Come this way; we have a room ready for you.[/b]? Following him up a flight of stairs, she found them at the door to her room. It had her name on a plate, and she turned the doorknob, and stepped in. The room was very large, with a king-sized bed against the wall, made up with violet sheets, a comforter, and plenty of pillows. The carpet was deep, very soft, and a pale lavender. The walls were painted the same color, and along the wall opposite the bed was a large black entertainment center, with a huge plasma TV, and a whole cabinet next to it was dedicated to DVD?s. In one corner, below a large, floor-length window, was a pile of pillows, cushions, and beanbags. Next to bed was a desk that also served as a night table, with a laptop on it. The surface was violet, like the bed. And in the corner next to it was a papa san chair in lavender. One door to her direct left led to a master bath with a marble tub, and outfitted with violet rugs and towels. Lavender candles lined the beauty counter. Coming back out, she spotted a small fridge near the entertainment center. Ami?s eyes went wide as she spotted the paintings on the walls, and a huge smile lit her face. She turned to see the Master of Games watching her reaction, and he said,?[b]You missed dinner, as your driver was late, but you should be able to find something to eat in the fridge.[/b]? OOC: Kairi, I?m going to let you decide whether or not I get my card yet. ^_^[/size]

[color=indigo]Skye sat tossing small pieces of wood into her fire, staring into the dancing flames. Her midnight blue eyes were glazed over, and obvious sign she wasn't paying attention. Occasionally she would stick the tip of her spear in the fire, and then stick it in the ground. Then the theif showed up. Her threat was simple, and playful. Still, Skye had no intention of giving her money away. The girl didn?t look up from the fire. She shifted her grip on her spear as an answer. Brushing her ebony hair back over one shoulder, Skye kicked a small rock at the fire. Then she spoke, with a smile. ?[b]Fight? I don?t like hurting people, but if you?re trying to take my money?[/b]? With the, the girl stood, and her opponent saw she was a good three inches taller. Skye began lazily twirling her spear. ?[b]I?ll fight you, but don?t expect me to be aggressive. That?s not my style.[/b]? With that, Skye disappeared into the shadows, and the only warning her opponent got was the single flash of firelight glinting off metal before the side of the spear-head slammed into the side of Star?s head. Skye reappeared on the other side of the fire, leaving Star shaking her ringing head. ?[b]Now, do you still want my money, or are you going to leave me alone?[/b]?[/color]

[size=1]One question... for Kairi. ^_^ I put up my sign up for FD/RS 2. >.> DId you see it?[/size]

[size=1]Thanks, you guys. And Ozy, that is a nice set, but not what I was looking for. I can't wait to see your attempt, Gabriel. EDIT: I really like this pair, Jamie. Thank you so much.[/size]

[size=1]Okay, I recently broke up with my boyfriend, for full review on that, read MyO. I need something to reflect how it has effected me, and that is hurt, depressed, and lonely. I have a rough idea, but if you come up with something better, PLEASE use it! The banner: no real ideas on the picture, but have it look shattered, broken, and with jagged edges. I definately need it to reflect my mood. You can have broken glass, wilted roses, a ripped up picture, anything, I don't care. Use your imaginations. The only thing I am positive on, is the quote: "A heart broken, a heart mended, and a heart rebroken - shattered beyond repair." No name on this one, please. Any colors, so long as they aren't happy colors. The avatar: just have it match the banner, no name. Thanks you guys, for everything. (And I do like the roses, but after this, they don't seem right. I'll probably go back to using them once I'm over this.) Skye[/size]

[size=1]I gladly accept your challenge, [b]Star[/b]! ^_~ WHenever you're ready, fire away! And I can't wait to see what the rest of you do... Skye[/size]

[size=1]Kairi is letting me do this. ^_^ Thank you, Kairi! [b]Name:[/b] Ami Mercedes [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Sex:[/b] Female [b]Location:[/b] America [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://satchie.free.fr/blog/images/Desktop/Grand/anime.jpg]Ami[/url] [b]Personality:[/b] A pretty saucy chick with an attitude to boot, and she loves to flirt with guys ? and girls. She?s pretty straight forward, and never afraid to speak her mind or do what she wants. She is afraid of next to nothing, and will take order?s from no-one if she doesn?t want to. She has a sharp tongue, but no temper behind it, only a sense that she wants to have it her way. However, she never goes so far as to hurt someone, physically or emotionally, and she does know when to stop. [b]Bio:[/b] Born in bred in the US of A, Ami is an all American girl down to the bright pink high-tops and up to her shock of bright red-pink hair. Her parent?s have never been home a lot, so they lavished her with love and toys and what she wanted, when she wanted it. Of course, they didn?t go too far, like some peoples parents, so Ami did learn a little bit of politeness and decency. She went to public school, and excelled in everything from sports to music to academics. Ami is in her last year of college, working for her Masters in Performing Arts. Ami loves to flaunt what she?s got, and her voice and acting skills are some of the best. Both parents are alive and well, and Ami is still an only child. She lives with only her cat Pixel for company, not in a dorm, and when she got the email, she was very elated. She wouldn?t dream of telling her parents, and can?t wait to see what the Master of Ceremony?s is capable of. [b]Greatest Desire:[/b] A spicy relationship; recognition by someone outside of her family. [b]Greatest Fear:[/b] Abuse; someone rejecting her art.[/size]

[size=1]Kairi... is it to late to sign up? I would have earlier, but I didn't know if I'd have time too... -.-[/size]

[size=1]OO!! O.O So pretty, all of them! I'll rotate, i can't choose just one! I really like all of them, they each have the same theme, but a different feel to each! Thank you all so much! *hugs Gabriel, Annie, and GTK*[/size]

[size=1]Yeah, I think you did over-do it. ^_^; And I almost can't read the font on the banner. But I like the pictures. They look good in black and white. Still taking offers! ^_^ I wanna see everyone elses banners.[/size]

[size=1]I'm going for a more abstract set - no anime, manga, ect. ^_^; So could someone make a banner and avatar set with rose(s) on it? I don't care what color the roses are, they can be from blue to black, as long as they aren't green. And they can be closed, or open, I don't care which. So long as the banner has the quote: "Every rose has a thorn..." and then my name. ^_^ For the ava, just my name. (You can make the set as flashy as you like. ^_^) Thank you eternally whoever decides to make this banner!! Skye[/size]

[size=1]I personally think the set you have is good... especially since I can only use MS Paint. But I gave it a try anyway. ^_^[/size]

My attempt is pretty simple, but I hope you like. ^_^ And I find this funny; I currently have this picture as my wallpaper.

[b]Name:[/b] Skye [b]Age:[/b] 14 [b]Place of Origin:[/b] America [b]Appearance:[/b] [url= http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/44-5.htm]Skye[/url] (She stands 5'5") [b]Occupation:[/b] Performing Artist, Writer, Assassin [b]Body:[/b] Pretty average, near normal, with ?near-perfect? measurements. Legs are muscular, not so strong arms, and a little top-heavy. [b]Fighting Style:[/b] A happy-go-lucky girl that is like a coin: her flip-side is calculating and intelligent. She isn?t the typical teenager, except for her mood-swings, but these aren?t actually part of her personality. She?s very friendly, with her occasional mean streaks, but is, in general, one of the few, true, ?nice guy?s. [b]Weapons:[/b] See weapon in picture; various knives. [b]Skill:[/b] Writing morbid, depressive stories; drawing anime, but not the same character more than once; shadowing; killing silently and efficiently. [b]Blade God:[/b] To quote Annie: Aye baby, very aye.

[size=1]Writing habits... I have a bad tendancy to put a lot of speaking into one paragraph. ^_^; I've had people complain about that. With names? I try to use names that reflect the character's attitude. Like with one of my stories, I named a healer Jason, because that's what his name means. I also tend to make my names up, especially when writing fantasy, or I twist around names I already know. It's fun. Heh, I do the same thing as Jamie. >.> I use one too many commas where I shouldn't, and my mom seriously gets on to me about it. And Annie named mine, too. I use smilies a lot, and the asterisk. *laughs*[/size]

[size=1]Within minutes, Michaelina and Persephone were in. Silent as cats, the duo moved through the museum, and slowly were directed to Medusa?s Head. Persephone murmured something. [I]What? [b]Hmm? Oh, I?m just amazed at how little you humans seem to realize.[/b][/I] Michaelina did not question what that meant, but kept going. Tuning the frequency of the radio, Nick directed her carefully across the floor to the case. Persephone frowned. Michaelina asked her silently, [I]What is it?[/I] Persephone shook her head, and Michaelina reached out to lift the fossil. Her gloves touched the fossilized head gently, and waited for the all clear. As soon as she had picked it up, she turned, not moving from her spot. Nick disabled the lasers again, Michaelina carefully made her way out. They managed to get out of the museum, and back to Nick?s dorm. Michaelina tossed the fossilized head on Nick?s bed. ?[b]That was fun. But next time, you get to do it. Do you know how fast those guards do their routes?[/b]? Michaelina was not a happy camper. OOC: Yeah, I think were were supposed to research them. ^_^; But this is cool, too.[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Megan Thomas [b]Nickname:[/b] Meg [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Affiliation:[/b] The Black Devils [b]Physical Description:[/b] Standing 5?8?, Meg weighs close to 145 pounds. Not skinny, and not fat, Meg has a pretty average body-type, with a near-hourglass figure. Her long, muscular legs give her an advantage over most, and show a life of running. With rosy-tan skin, Meg shimmers beneath sunlight, but easily hides in the shadows. Her hair falls to the middle of her back in waves of chestnut silk, usually carefully bound in a single braid. Her eyes are huge and almond shaped (and almond colored), and are set slanted beneath gently arching eyebrows. Meg sports an oval face, with a strong chin and high cheekbones. A long, even nose is matched with a set of full, expressive lips that are usually quirked up in a smile. She tends to wear all black, and seldom any other color. Meg usually wears a sleeveless turtleneck with wide ribs, always black. With it she pairs a pleated mini-skirt, also in black, and a silver chain loops around her waist. Her legs are half-hidden by a pair of knee-high leather boots that lace up the front, with a thick, chunky heel about three inches high giving her a full head on most of her gang-mates. She has a black jean jacket with tattered cuffs, and no ornaments. Around her neck is a slim silver chain with a tear-drop shaped piece of onyx. Meg?s presence isn?t often noticed when she first enters the room, and that?s the way she keeps it. No one will know when she comes or goes ? one minute your looking for her, and the next you realize she?s sitting in your lap. Her character is that of a wolf ? silent, sly, and deadly. [b]Biography:[/b] Born to a drug-addicted mother and a dad who was never there, Megan Thomas learned to grow up by herself. She never had cute, sweet nicknames, or presents when her parents came home. Her dad was often out screwing someone other than his wife, and when he did come home, all her parents ever did was fight. So, at the age of 10, Meg ran away. The streets weren?t any easier on her than her home was, but at least it wasn?t predictable. Meg hated predictability, and the idiocy that so often went with it. Soon after she ran away, she heard, listening to a bunch of thugs, that her father had beaten her mother to death. By the age of thirteen, Meg had somehow gotten involved with the Black Devils, and she didn?t mind. In fact, she liked it better than her old life ? here, she wasn?t just a tool. Yeah, she [b]was[/b] a tool, but she felt like she was family around them. She was quick to learn, and by the mere age of 15, she had every art perfected. Meg often paid close attention to Michael Lorenzo, who was the nephew to ?[b]the Boss[/b]?. Meg tried never to have him look directly at her ? he scared her some, but who didn?t he? When Michael become block boss of 31st Street in South Point, Meg became part of his crew. Meg began being better at sneaking, and hiding, than anyone else in the crew. She began doing ?jobs? for people, assassinating people cleanly and effectively. A lot more money began to come in for her efforts, and she finally got what she had never wanted ? recognition by Slick Mick. Meg tried to stay out of the way, and out of sight, but sometimes she just couldn?t. He began giving her a feeling in the pit of her stomach ? a pleasant feeling, and she hated him even more for that. When Mick didn?t come back from meeting Jaguar, Meg knew something was wrong. And she would go through Hell and back to find out what it was. [b]Specialites:[/b] Meg is the single most dangerous assassin to walk the streets of Los Diablos. Her specialty is throwing knives of any kind, and weight, and any length. She doesn?t carry a gun; to her sensitive ears, they make to much noise. She isn?t to be messed with. Phew! ^_^ Hope this is okay, Mike.[/size]

[b][center][size=1][color=slategray]Skye(Me)[/b] as [b]Jennifer Larsson[/b] [b]Jian[/b] as [b]Kenneth Wahreit[/b] [b]O-ren[/b] as [b]Annie Ruth[/b] [b]Innocent [/b]as [b]Kale Himura[/b] [b]Grunt Salesman [/b]as [b]Alex Coppers[/b] [b]Sevotharte [/b]as[b] Raimi Paeisuis[/b] [b]Drake06 [/b]as[b] Ryu Li[/b] Welcome to Lucid Dreaming, ladies and gentlemen! Please remember these few simple rules while you are here: No spamming. No god-modding. Use good grammar. Read everything before posting; we don?t want a bunch of people to be confused. Good guys can go bad, and bad guys can turn good, it?s all part of the game. If your character gets killed off, you may (a) Create a new one, (b) Or leave the RPG. So, buckle your seatbelts, crack your knuckles, and get ready to type! ~*~ [b]?Let go! I have to go back! Kenneth is in there!? ?This is insane! You?ll get killed along with those idiots!? ?Let ? me ? GO!?[/b] Wrenching her arm forcefully from her brother?s firm grip, she bolted, taking off down the street towards a large building. Swarming the building were machines, robots, androids. Her brother yelled, and was about to go after her, when it hit. The sky rained gas bombs ? poison gas bombs. Andrew Larsson?s cry caught in his throat as his eyes glassed over and he fell to the ground with a dull thud. Jennifer Larsson kept running, and then dove for the cover of the large, run-down mansion. She rolled in through a doorway, and curled up in a ball in a corner as the world exploded around her. Screams of panic, pain, and the thud of bodies hitting the ground filled her ears, and she kept her eyes closed tightly. She swallowed the rising panic in her throat, and lay there, silent. A heavy silenced descended on the scene, and Jennifer slowly pulled herself out of her corner and stood. She gazed in shock out of the open door she had come in by, and her face paled. She felt bile rise in her throat as she stared at the carnage. [b]?Oh dear God?? ?Kelly? Is that you??[/b] Jennifer was about to retch when the voice reached her ears, and she turned, her face still pale as a ghost. The boy who stood behind her was nearly a year younger than she, and his face just as pale. [b]?Kenneth? You?re all right??[/b] He stopped as he caught sight of the bodies that lay still outside the house. Jennifer raised a quivering hand to her mouth. She whispered, [b]?They?re all dead ? all of them. But how did we-??[/b] The boy swallowed, apparently fighting not to throw up himself, and their eyes met. They gazed at one another for a long time until giggles and shrieks of laughter broke their concentration. Jennifer looked down the hallway to the courtyard of the house, and spotted a group of kids. [b]?How did they survive? How did we??[/b] The kids had stopped playing, and were now running down the hall. It was a group of three girls and four boys, and one of the girls said, [b]?The house. It isn?t part of that world.?[/b] She pointed to the street outside of the house. Offering Jennifer a smile, she stood in the doorway. Her image flickered back and forth. [b]?See??[/b] The boy beside Jennifer grabbed her arm, and she steadied him. There were footsteps, and down the hallway came another woman ? her deep black-brown eyes gazed sadly at the group. [b]?We?re lucky ? we knew. Somehow, we knew ? and they didn?t. Now, we are the only ones left.?[/b] Gazing back outside, Jennifer examined the scene. The robots who had been trying to tear down the house, were frozen in place. Human bodies littered the asphalt, and the bomb shells lay glinting metallically in the half-light of the clouded sky. Jennifer?s eyes went to a still figure ? her brother. The girl went to her knees, and began sobbing brokenly before the boy near her did the same. He had seen his sister lying among the bodies, and there was nothing they could do now. They held onto one another. ~*~ Jennifer sat in the hall of what the kids called Casa Rojo: the red house. Her back was pressed against the cool, red-painted wall, her head hung between her knees. Her loose hair swirled about her tear-stained face, and her eyes were closed. ?[b]Jen?[/b]? Jennifer looked up to see Kenneth watching her, a concerned look on his face. He sat next to her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. The two sat in heavy silence for a few moments. The traumatized woman spoke first. ?[b]Why?[/b]? When Kenneth looked up, she was staring at the opposite wall. Her grey eyes were dull and sad, tears touching the corners. Kenneth gave her a gentle squeeze, and kissed the top of her head. He smoothed her hair, but did not reply. Jennifer was glad he stayed silent ? she was not sure what she would have done or said had he replied. Down the hall, which also led to the courtyard, noises of glee and laughter could be heard. The children were running up the walls, totally oblivious to the chaos that had ensued right outside. Jennifer was still silent.[/size][/color][/center]

[size=1]Wow, Jian-chan, you did wonderful. ^_^ You know I like it. And Drake, you did very well. I'll PM you some suggestions, though. Everyone's in, and Gabe, you can still sign up. ^_^ Sorry for the delay, haven't touched my computer sicne Friday. Watch for this in the Square! Skye[/size]