Andrew

[size=1]How about you get something written which shows Revy and Spike (of Cowboy Bebop) working together to rake up a few kills. Since I don't really have anyone in mind to kill, why don't you have them kill everyone who has posted in this thread so far (with myself as the exception)? Really don't wanna see myself dead right now. ¬_¬ [B]EDIT:[/B] Peh, you're rules make you a harsh mistress my dear. Just make it yourself doing the killin', only in a Revy-esque manner. Oh, and make indifference the exception and have me killed last instead. ¬_¬[/size]

[size=1]Wait, what? I posted! I should live! Live I say! >_< Anyways, yeah, just waiting on Allamorph to make a post and he and I should be in business for a while which means I'm more inclined to not be so lazy.[/size]

[size=1]More picture fun! [url=http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t120/AJCMetallica/UpYours.jpg]Up Yours![/url] [url=http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t120/AJCMetallica/Dude.jpg]Me, my cousin and his psycho girlfriend (I'm the one doing the licking ^_^)[/url] [url=http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t120/AJCMetallica/Sailor.jpg]Dressed apparently as a Captain Sailor for my friend's 21st (yet it looks more like a Milkman ¬_¬)[/url] [url=http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t120/AJCMetallica/AndrewandZen.jpg]Captain again with one of my air hostesses ^_^[/url] I was gonna comment on SaiyanPrincessX's amazing flexibility but that might come off wrong.[/size]

[size=1]The furious riffs, blistering solo?s, beastly bass and blinding drums that descended on Bruce?s that night were of the greatest variety. Even if no-one else in the establishment cared for them, Andras was in a state of bliss as he usually was when music was playing. His feet tapped drums beats to match the song of their own will, while his fingers tapped the table in a way to match the strings being played by the guitars while he mouthed the words, rocked his head subtly to the beat. As usual, staying still was something that was lost on Andras, and although he didn?t notice the mob marching upon him, he would eventually and he would never be caught off guard. Ever. His reflexes and agility were far too refined and quick for anyone to catch him in a state of weakness. As he continued obliviously waiting for his food to arrive, the group surrounded his little booth in a very military fashion, apparently blocking his escape. Andras continued to drum, tap and sway even as his head lazily turned to the side, a welcoming smile masking his annoyance at being interrupted while listening to Metallica. [B]?Somethin? I can help ya with there sweetheart??[/B] He arrogantly asked the woman who apparently led these men around like they didn?t have a pair between them. She didn?t even bat an eye-lash at his obvious baiting, and instead gave a slight flick of her luscious brown locks before narrowing her small eyes on him like a predator. [B]?You?re the one who put this horrendous racket on I presume??[/B] She spoke through perfect teeth, like honey soaked with acid. For a brief moment Andras froze completely still as if time had stopped before he quickly got to his feet and was right in the woman?s face before any of them blinked. [B]?Let?s get one thing clear here right? Nobody disses the ?Tallica in my presence! Got it?!?[/B] His reaction to such a thing shocked and confused them all he could tell from their sudden shifting of stances before they become all cautious and military-like again. [B]?Well, whatever. But we?ve heard reports of a man fitting your description causing trouble everywhere he goes. Also you happen to have something of a bounty on your head I do believe.?[/B] Andras relaxed slightly, already knowing where this would go and that he definitely wouldn?t be eating that sweet smelling mixed grill tonight. [B]?Maybe ya should just call me ?The Stampede? then eh??[/B] he said arrogantly, smirking again as his body swayed, constantly moved. It was, yet again, obvious that they were confused by his reference as they laxed for the tiniest of seconds. Then again, when you usually moved as fast as Andras did, you generally noticed things like that. [B]?Not big anime fans are ya??[/B] he said, shaking his head in a disillusioned manner. It appeared that they?d had enough and at the pretty, crazy ladies gesture they all drew guns and pointed them on Andras. In response, Andras slipped quickly over them by stepping on one man?s shoulders and dropping down behind the woman with his Single-Action Army drawn, barrel touching her head. They all switched their position to keep their guns trained on him but faltered when they saw the position their leader was in. Andras became immediately pissed when his eyes wondered to his gun but he quickly got over it and pushed the woman into the two of the men before quickly holstering his prized weapon and dashing for the door. Naturally they recovered quickly and took pursuit. Definitely some military experience here. Mercenaries if not bounty hunters. Andras always did enjoy the thrill of a chase (despite the lost chance at a sweet meal) but his smirk quickly faded when he saw what appeared to be a woman walking not very far from the bar?s entrance. He made his decision in a split-second to get her out of the bullets path but the means to do it had yet to be decided. He figured that calling out to her would only make her turn round, get her scared and she?d probably get hit anyways. So, without wasting any time dashed up behind her and picked her up very gracefully without losing speed as the first wave of semi-automatic fire broke the silence of the night. She yelped a little but automatically wrapped her arms around his neck to keep herself from falling and some childish way of protecting herself. Andras could have sworn he?d seen some kind of brilliant light as he?d grabbed her but dismissed it as he rounded a corner and leapt up the nearest fire escape like a true wall-crawler. Deciding not to stop just yet, he used his acrobatic prowess and superior speed to jump the gap between several buildings before eventually stopping and placing her carefully down. Andras quickly stepped back and held up his hands as a gesture that he meant no harm as she was quite obviously terrified. He quickly turned on his charm and put on his best smile before speaking. [B]?Sorry about that love, I don?t usually pick up ladies this literally but didn?t want ya getting shot or anythin?.?[/B] She laughed a little at his odd comment but still didn?t appear at ease. In fact, she looked a little teary-eyed and as if she were about to throw up. [B]?I?m Andras by the way and I must apologise for those goons with the guns aimed in your general direction.?[/B] He said, this time offering a goofy smile. [B]?H- How can you be so calm??[/B] She squeaked out but Andras heard it clearly enough. [I]So, she DOES speak.[/I] He chuckled slightly to himself before continuing. [B]?Would ya believe me if I told ya that happens on a weekly basis??[/B] She still looked very unnerved, although he couldn?t very well blame her based on the situation she?d just been through. He didn?t exactly remember his first similar confrontation but he remembered being scared as hell. [B]?So, do ya have a name love??[/B] He said as he took off his coat to drape over her as she began to shiver, despite the humid air. [B]?Yes; No; I guess??[/B] Came rushing out in quick succession and then she blushed and hung her head a little before looking back at him, [B]?Hi? I?m Adie- Adrienne.?[/B] she finished, blushing again. [B]?Ahh, Adie! Very sweet if I do say so.?[/B] He said, smile blazing, coat draped over her. [B]?Obviously I can?t very well leave ya on a random rooftop in the middle of nowhere, but my Gentleman-ly pride would have it no other way than I accompany you home to make sure ya?re safe and sound.?[/B] Adrienne looked a little nervous at his sudden forwardness, but saw no way around it, especially the way she was feeling right now. Although Andras was still smiling and being nice, he was absolutely pissed off inside about his gun. Apparently it was no longer made by Colt.[/size]

[size=1]I'm proud to say that I have never ever once in my entire life typed those god awful three letters. I occasionally say in with my friends in real life to take the piss of something but otherwise I absolutely loathe and depise the use of it. It's very irritating, especially in the cases you guys are talking about when something isn't actually funny and didn't make you laugh and you're just using it for lack of anything better. ¬_¬[/size]

[Size=1]I need more lines and action in this thing. Do carry on.[/size]

[size=1]I'm sure it's a curse that's following me. Any RPG that I sign up for (and am accepted into) for some reason ends up being quiet and nobody seems to want to post. ¬_¬ Right pain in the árse if you ask me![/size]

[size=1][B]Where the fuck did this rain come from?[/B] Andras cursed to himself as the horrid humidity in the air mixed with the pouring rain as if unleashed by an angry God. Andras was not in the slightest a religious man but that?s irrelevant right now, all he wanted was to get out of the rain and dig into some tasty food. As if by divine intervention, Andras? ever watchful eyes happened across a neon sign indicating that the door below it led to ?Bruce?s Bar & Grill?. [B]?Well, I?ll be a son-of-a-fuck! I?m fuckin? starving!?[/B] As he entered the entrance hallway (where there appeared to be no-one around) Andras flared some of his energy out in all directions to at least partially dry his clothes. A most useful and novel way to use his powers if ever he did think so. Rubbing a mildly wet hand through his quickly drying mane Andras stepped over the threshold in ?Bruce?s? domain. The place was a little more up market than the shitty bar from the previous night, it actually served food! And steak no less! Andras was most pleased as he sauntered up to the bar and demanded the largest mixed grill on the menu and a nicely chilled pint. It had, after all, been several days since his last meal. Even Andras? stomach at this point required a fair meal. The fairly large gathering of people that had descended on this place tonight seemed a decent bunch, certainly no crazy biker-thugs in this bar. Still, Andras had a weird tingle down his spine, as if something in the building definitely wasn?t right. Andras stalked over to a brightly lit corner where there sat a fairly new jukebox and some kind of pub-game machine. Andras studied the jukebox closely and discovered it was connected to the internet and allowed for the downloading of almost any music. With an excited smirk, Andras pumped the machine full of coins and selected enough Metallica songs to last the night. Although at this point they were a fairly aged band, even by old men?s standards, Andras still enjoyed their music like the air he breathed. Retiring to a nearby table to await his food Andras nursed his drink slowly, savouring the sweet flavour and soft numbing of his senses it brought on. Andras felt a weird distortion in the air, his spurs seemed to spin a little of their own accord and the weight from his guns seemed to feel somewhat different. As he continued to ponder the weird static in the air a small group of men led by a woman came marching out of a private room in the back and seemed to question a family sitting near the jukebox. Completely oblivious to their actions, Andras continued to tease the liquid from his glass as the group turned their marching assault in his direction.[/size]

[size=1]Ah well, can't resist it for long. Here goes nothing: [URL="http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t120/AJCMetallica/Classy.jpg"]Moment of ultimate vanity while wearing a girls jacket and cheesy sunglasses ¬_¬[/URL] [URL="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1785276&op=1&o=user&view=user&subj=606135071&id=606135071"]Me, my Bro's Fiancé, my Bro and my Sis[/URL][/size]

[quote name='Neuvoxraiha'][COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]...And Gemini and Pisces are like a total opposites...[/FONT][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]You trying to say you'll never love me in this RP? I'm all shocked and disappointed now![/size]

[size=1]Horray I had a mention this post! ^_^[/size]

[size=1]I'll take one for the team and alter my power. As much as I hate to. ¬_¬ I'll have the edit up in a little while. [B]I've edited my powers a little now Vick. That ok for you?[/B][/size]

[size=1]It occurs to me that mine and inwardscream’s powers are fairly similar. I guess this is what I get for leaving it so long to put up my sign-up. ¬_¬ Ah well, if there’s anything I can change, let me now. [B]Present Day[/B] [i]This place’ll do…[/i] She thought to herself idly. The usual inhabitants eyed the attractive young blonde woman as she entered. She noted the strong sent of piss mixed with industrial strength cleaning detergent right away, not to mention the heavy scent of booze. The majority of the men in here looked like stereotypical bikers. Balding, sunglasses, leather, numerous guns on holsters all over their bodies. She made her way towards the bar where one man was sitting by himself. He appeared to be wearing a very expensive suit but appeared a little bewildered. His feet seemed to be tapping intricate tune like a drum beat, his shoulders moved slightly from side to side like he was dancing, his free hand on the bar tapped much like his feet and his pint-holding hand never stopped moving. He turned to eye her as she came up a few stools away from him and he nodded pleasantly. She smiled in return, feeling he was a pretty decent guy, if not a little fidgety. [B]“Miss?”[/B] The bartender was looking at her with a raised brow, expecting her order. [B]“Oh! Um, I’ll have whatever he’s drinking.”[/B] She said pointing a dainty and well manicured finger at the pint in the suited-man’s hand. [B]“In that case it’s on me darlin’.”[/B] He said without so much as looking at her in a deep voice that wreaked of self-asurance. She smiled at him again and then excused herself to the ladies room. Andras Adalhard was mildly pleased. Although he’d wanted to have a quiet drink by himself after the previous night’s incident, he felt this hot blonde piece could be at least a little entertaining. His feet continued to drum a familiar tune but by now his shadow-drumming acted independent of his thought process and he seemed intent to burn a hole in the wall of the bar by gazing at it alone. Then, much to his agitation, the unsightly group of thugs in the far corner were behind him. He sighed casually and took a drink and carried on, ignorant for the moment. [B]“How come ye haven’t bought us a round o’ drinks yet then boy? Only the hot bitch gets one?”[/B] one said. His greasy, sweaty features were clear in Andras’ peripheral. As was his god-awful carpet mouth. Andras groaned inwardly before turning to face this man. Then he raised a brow quizzically. Andras got off his stool and got closer to the man’s face as he backed away slightly, a little surprised by the intrusion of his personal space. Andras just stared at his eyes, one of his eyes weirdly (and comically) closed as he gazed. [B]“Something wrong dude?”[/B] The thug said harshly, not sober enough to remove the hint of fright in his voice. [B]“Man…”[/B] Andras started, [B]“Could your eyes be even further apart?”[/B] There was a moment of silence where everyone seemed to hold their breath. [B]“I’ll fuckn’ kill ya boy!”[/B] The man screamed but before he could go for the gun on his belt, his much larger friend gently held him back while whispering in his ear. The beady-eyed man grimaced and growled a little in Andras direction before grunting loudly and turning his back on him. Andras just smirked like a five-year-old. [B]“Ok dude, we don’t take kindly to personal insults ‘round here”[/B] The larger man said, apparently the leader of these thugs. At least he appeared to have some form of education in the English language Andras thought to himself, still smirking. Apparently, the leader didn’t like Andras’ constant fidgeting and his arrogant smirk and was beginning to lose his temper. [B]“What’s yer name punk and what you doing in OUR bar?”[/B] He said, not at all shy about the murderous intent his eyes where now showing. [B]“Well, I don’t usually do requests, but I guess I could make a special exception in your case eh? I’m Andras Adalhard. I’m about 5’9”, I’m a Gemini and my favourite colour is red!”[/B] He said, as if he were sprouting his own personal ad and like he’d rehearsed it far too many times. Apparently the leader didn’t like this either but he laughed a little at Andras’ weird sense of humour. [B]“Alright funny man, anything else you wanna say?”[/B] Clearly, none of the other thugs in this crowd were going to stop this man if he got mad so Andras considered his words carefully. That is, as carefully as can be done in the space of a second or less. [B]“Well, I do happen to have a twelve inch penis… and I fucked your mother last night…”[/B] Andras said before giggling to himself under his breath. It didn’t take a genius to figure what was coming next. The large thug immediately reached with both hands for the twin pistols on his belt and the other thugs followed suit. With inhuman speed and uncanny agility, Andras landed hands-first onto his bar stool and flicked himself around in a graceful circle, kicking the two accompanying thugs in the head, flooring them and throwing himself over the leader’s head to land behind him. In only another instant he’d pulled his own Single-Action Army from the holster hidden under his suit jacket and had it pinned to the leader’s back. [B]“Don’t move or you’re dead, ya stupid fuck.”[/B] At this point it was obvious that the blonde piece had heard the ruckus and had either left discreetly or was waiting until whatever was going on had died down. Andras sighed openly with distaste at the feeling of having to spend his night alone, despite wanting to originally. The other guests in the bar had either left quickly or were sniggering in their own corners, seeing the ruckus as most entertaining. [B]“Holy fuck man! You’re Adalhard! Obi Adalhard?! The Blitzkrieg of the South right?!”[/B] The panic was evident in his voice now, and if it didn’t already stink of piss here, Andras expected it to be smelling rather strongly right about now. [B]“Heh! Yeah, haven’t heard that one in a while though. Almost forgot about it.[/B] Despite holding a gun on this man, Andras’ fidgeting didn’t stop. He still tapped his feet, shifted his weight and moved the gun back and forth between hands. After a couple of seconds he grew tired and touched the barrel of his SAA against the bigger man’s neck. At its touch there was a barely audible fizzle of static and the man seemed to quiver and spasm before falling flat on the floor unconscious. Andras smiled evilly before spinning his SAA around on his finger in a very show-off-y style before kneading it in his hand and putting it back into its holster. He disinterestedly inspected the fallen thugs before his face suddenly lit up as he noticed some star like objects on the boots of the beady-eyed man. [B]“DUDE! You’ve got spurs! I’ve been trying to get my hands on some of these babies for a while now!”[/B] Andras said gleefully like a child on Christmas as he removed the spurs from the mans boots. He brought them close to his face and inspected them and gave each star a little spin to see how well they rotated. [B]“Ooo! Spinny! Nice too, you’ve kept them in good condition to your credit.”[/B] He said as he fixed them to his own feet before heading for the exit. Before leaving he fished around in his suit pocket and fished out some bills in a small clip and flicked them over on to the bar near the tender and stepped out in to the cold night air. For the first time that night Andras stood completely still after his first step. He stood for almost 3 seconds completely still before breathing out heavily. Instead of the usual cold breath of most people, an erratic spark escaped his lips. He smirked again and disappeared into the night. --- In case you didn’t get all the details from that long disjointed post, here’s some nifty info: [B]Name:[/B] Andras Adalhard (also goes by a large number of alias’ and nicknames: Andy, Draso, Hard-Man, Obi, Azula, The Blitzkrieg of the South, Storm to name but a few of the ones he remembers.) [B]DOB - Age:[/B] June 18th - 22 [b]Star Sign:[/b] Gemini [B]Powers:[/B] Essentially, Andras is powered by an unknown internal energy force. He can generate and wield a form of energy that can be manifested in many forms; electricity, fire and pure light among other things. Although Andras does favour the use of and is more proficient in forming this energy into electricity (the use of lightning and building up static charge). Being constantly powered by this internal energy force means that Andras does not require sleep and requires far less regular meals than the average human being but Andras must maintain movement so that the energy is used rather than stored. The storage of energy (ie. Sitting around doing nothing for extended periods of time) is harmful and potentially fatal to Andras. Any conductive/metallic objects that remain in contact with Andras for extended periods of time build up energy in the form of a static charge independent of Andras’ will. However, he can choose to keep or dissipate that static charge as he sees fit through his energy manipulation. This unknown energy source can also be directed through Andras' body to allow him extended endurance and inhuman speed. [B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://www.partyinkingston.com/movies/spotlight-christianbale.jpg"]Andras Adalhard[/URL] [B]Much thanks to Revi for the assist with creating (and then altering ¬_¬) my power! Much appreciation.[/B] [B]EDIT COMPLETE[/B][/size]

[size=1]Pretty interesting so far. I'm especially fond of the seething hatred of Rai and Eriju! I'm a sucker for female aggresion. ^_^ That being said, I'd prefer a more less-boring role. Since I imagine a sophisticated ship would have it's own navigation system, a pilot would have very little to do. Do something more interesting with me, it's boring when I don't have any lines. ¬_¬[/size]

[size=1]*Pointless shIty post so that Rai isn't accused of double-posting* ¬_¬[/size]

[size=1]Well, thanks for telling me this was up, I might have missed out on it otherwise. My apologies for not picking it up on my own, what with my lack of interest in the anthology and my recent boredom with the boards I would have missed the ending to this little gem. Glad you decided to take it on yourself in the event of our apparent failure to make it an RPG. Not sure I can stand the depressed attitude it holds thus far though. I would have thought Rai would have resolved to be strong and get the kiddies back by now and stop being so moopy. Ah well, your decision I guess. I'm happy to follow either way! ^_^[/size]

[size=1]Otakuboards taught me that you should never accept anything at face value. Generally it taught me that everyone is a liar and that as a board gets more rules, better formatted and a larger member-base that it gets right up its own arse.[/size]

[FONT=Tahoma][SIZE=1][I]So, Konoha?s White Fang, Hatake Sakumo eh?[/I][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]An interesting choice to say the least, Fugaku thought, although not totally unexpected. Sakumo was one of Konohagakure?s top ninja and was well respected, even among those in other hidden villages.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]Since Fugaku was last in, he was who Sakumo-sensei picked first. He stood and bowed respectably to his Sensei as he?d always been instructed to by his father, manners and respect were always important when dealing with superiors.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma][B]?Uchiha Fugaku, Sakumo-sensei, heir to the Uchiha clan and future protector of Uchiha and all of Konoha.?[/B][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]Naturally, Sakumo-sensei was well aware of Fugaku?s heritage as he was with the entire cell. For the sake of being formal Fugaku spoke these words. Maybe to make himself feel a little better also.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]At this point in time he was still fairly bitter that he hadn?t awoken his Sharingan while Hizashi waltzed around brandishing his Byakugan like it was the greatest kekkei genkai in the universe. [I]Bastard Hyuuga?s! Don?t even have to work for their special eyes![/I][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]At this point he shock a little, involuntarily of course. Before Sakumo-sensei could say anything about it, Fugaku carried on.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma][B]?I enjoy all aspects of my ninja training and everything I do goes towards bettering my clan. It is an honour to be trained by you, Sakumo-sensei.?[/B][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma]Fugaku bowed low once more before Sakumo tilted his head, indicating he could take his seat again. Fugaku complied, perhaps a little too eagerly as he noticed his two friends eye him a little before Sakumo moved along.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I'm well up for this. Anything related to the crack-like Pokémon comes as a welcome change for me.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Although, like GuyYouMetOnline, I'd much rather be involved with the investigation rather than the whole court-room appearance stuff. Unless there was a more comedic throw on the court room. Then I probably wouldn't mind so much.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]And like Gavin said, would our choice of Poké-Pal have to be related to our position?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]What's the latest then Gav? We still going ahead with this as you planned or are we abondoning it?[/SIZE]

[size=1]Stoners get stoned, regardless of the law. Who really cares?[/size]

[quote name='Lunox'][FONT=trebuchet ms]Episodes 310/11 were awesome. :) *glee* [/FONT][/quote] [SIZE=1]Hell yeah! I was shivering all the way through watching them![/SIZE] [SIZE=1]I agree with your points and I just thought the episodes were very well played out.[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]I'm just really bummed out that now we have to wait an unknown length of time for the next episodes. ¬_¬ Stinking Nickelodoen and their inconsistant airing schedules! >_

[size=1]My absolute, most favouritest band in the entire Omni-verse that's never ever gonna change regardless of how much other shÍt I listen to: [B]Metallica[/B], without doubt. It's gotta be said, Gods describe these well. I'm actually enough of a fan to admit that even the crazy, blusy type stuff they tried in Load and Reload as well as the less than average performance of St. Anger is awesome. These guys changed my life and are the reason I can actually continue living to this day. They don't come any better than this mein freunds. The other members of my top 5 take in no particular order but I'll number them anyway to make it easier. 2: [B]Nine Inch Nails[/B] - Trent Renzor is a God of music, nothing else needs to be said. 3: [B]Rammstein[/B] - Sheer brilliance in music form. The best thing outta Germany since Hitler. These guys know how to make the simplest (and sometimes whackiest) of songs heavy, enjoyable, and outright classy! 4: [B]Disturbed[/B] - Although there's a fair few songs on each album that I would descirbe simply as 'Filler-nonsense', the songs that these guys do right, are done VERY right! 5: [B]System of a Down (And Serj's solo act!)[/B] - These guys are more situational and depends heavily on my mood but are still really good. I'm more so refering to the first 3 albums, before Daron started taking liberties with vocals (that man really SHOULD NOT sing. Ever!)[/size]

[size=1]At one point I would have agreed with most of you on the whole 'self-sacrificing, help the world' mumbo-jumbo. But I've been trying to do that for years and it always (in my personal experience) ends up either in failure or people throwing my generousity/sensitivity/caring right back in my face so I couldn't really care less about other people these days. What motivates me now is bettering myself. I'm well into my enjoyable, soon to be high-paying job, going to the gym a lot more and broadening my mind to new learning experiences, all in the name of being better than everyone else. Call me selfish or whatever, but at this point, I really couldn't care less.[/size]

[quote name='Vicky'][SIZE=1]...There's a group picture [url=http://a364.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/88/l_cd041fe2a00b48ee87772173bdcd8b5b.jpg]here[/url] from last year, minus about three of the group (me being on the far left against a wall haha). All we do is chill and take the piss...[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Woot!? It's Vicky without a mohawk! I'm shocked! Anyways, I suppose I only have two main friend groups. The first are those I've met in work. And in turn, this group is broken down in to another two groups. The first group is the group of boys who I went to college with in my first year. I don't really see much of them (except on our college day) since we've all spread about the factory doing our own thing. Only ever really see them in work/college except for the guy who I travel with. Although he's started inviting me to go out drinking with him which I may be tempted to take him up on sooner or later. The second group is those I've met in work and get along well with or those who know my brother (he works in the same place I do which helps). Normally see these guys every day in work so I mostly just work with them with occasional periods of messing around and having a laugh thrown in for good measure. My other group of friends mostly comprises of my friends who I used to go to school with. Although they all work well in a group, I usually do different things when I'm with them one-on-one. Usually I'm with my cousin and we can go out and get smashed together or spend time laughing about the good ole' days or trying to best each other on Pokémon or Guitar Hero. Another of my friends (who I've known since I was three) is my main Gaming/Anime/Manga/Random Stuff buddy. Like I said, we've been friends for like 17 years so we're pretty close. We just talk about random ****, share our manga and anime collections and occasionally influence each others musical tastes. He doesn't like to come out drinking so much with us as a group so me and him usually get together to play games, download new anime and research new manga and the like. Generally we talk bÓllÓcks as a general rule. My other closest friend is my main musical buddy. We generally have the same musical tastes and he also plays bass in our fledgling band. He'll normally come out for a good drink with us (or just me and him) and normally we get on pretty well. Other times he can be the most annoying person on the planet but generally we laugh about that. The majority of other friends from school I don't get to see so often so there's not really many things I do with them aside from going and having a good hard drinking session. As the joys of having a copious and dispensible income! ^_^[/size]