Andrew

[quote name='Charles']You are all crazy. You mention God of War in this thread, but not the original Resident Evil?[/quote] [SIZE=1]Although I'm not really familiar with GOW I'm very familiar with Resident Evil and despite (or perhaps in spite of) its laughably poor dialogue and voice action. I can't remember a playing game were I've switched between laughing my bollocks off and getting scared of badly pixelated zombies and the like so suddenly. Maybe Dead Rising comes close in that respect, but more so because of the comic hilarity in which the Undead can be re-killed (or whatever). Despite its massive improvement on the original, Resi remake will never be as enjoyable for me because it doesn't have the hugely amusing quality or poorly done live action cutscenes with stupildy bad acting. Good times, good times.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I find that blood relationships aren't the be-all and end-all for everything. More often than not you'll find family members annoying and a right pain in the Áss, as you're obviously aware. So like I said, just because they are family, that shouldn't really sway your opinion, especially since their not immediate family too. Regardless of blood links or not, treating people the way I understand your cousins have been treating you doesn't fly well for me. As others have said, you may want to just be as pleasant as you can for your grandmother and then forget about them later or just forget about them now. If that's the way they want to be I'd just drop them now. But if you do, that doesn't mean that your grandmother has to know about it. Just stray away from the subject. I don't know, you've said you've already made up your mind so maybe my rambling doesn't really help either way. Just do what you think is best for primarily yourself and your grandmother secondary.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Still loving the narrative here, really works well in my opinion. Plus, I think I was mentioned at least 2/3 times this post so things are starting to pick up. Just keep working on building my part and this fiction can't go wrong! I also like how everyone seems to want to kill eachother or put death-grip style head locks on eachother. Amusing. My, oh my, what trouble is that pesky Neil getting into now eh? Hurry up and fill us in yeah?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][B]“Have you, like gotta bottom-less pocket I don’t know about?”[/B] John asked with a raised brow at her parasol. Satisfied with the locked door he turned to follow her down the stairs. [B]“Wouldn’t you like to know?”[/B] Theron answered without turning, though John knew she was smirking. [B]“Yeah, that’s why I asked! More like a bottom-less ass!”[/B] He retorted. Theron stopped dead, turned on her heel and stared at him. It was [I]The[/I] look. The one she often used before beating the shit out of people. John immediately stopped infront of her, put both his hands in mock surrender and grin weakly at her. She quickly pushed out her breath, turned and continued walking again. [B]“So, how long has it been?”[/B] She asked, the offensive comment apparently forgotten. [B]“Well, after being turned by a former-Augustine and then briefly joining them, the Nici’s were a bit reluctant to accept me. I think the last time I did any real talking with anyone as an official Nici was back when I was 20 or so.”[/B] He shrugged, although she still had her back turned. [B]“You know, there’s times when ya see someone ya know. You’re climbing rooftops minding your own business, naturally you bump into a few old Vampire buddies, know what I mean?”[/B] He grinned goofily at her as she turned to eye him. Walking down the street together in silence, the pair were a sight. Theron, looking very much like some gothic singer-chick with her little black parasol, John behind her looking like her burly bodyguard as he pulled on his black sunglasses. He smirked at the idea. Many things amused him lately, [I]Must be getting to that age[/I] he thought to himself. As if knowing what he was thinking Theron stopped, allowed him to pass her a few steps and spoke. [B]“You’re not going to make too much trouble tonight are you?”[/B] Her lower lip pouted slightly. He turned to face her, first smirking then becoming completely stoic. He straightened his back, put up his right hand. [B]“I swear I will not kill anyone.”[/B] She groaned and started walking again. [B]“Oh God, not the Terminator [I]again[/I]!?”[/B] Knowing exactly how to annoy her he quickly caught up to her and marched next to her, devoid of emotion and mannerisms. It just so happened that one of John’s favourite past-times, acting the part of the Terminator, was also one of Theron’s most hated. [B]“Who are we gonna rough up for info?”[/B] She said, evidence of pouting still on her face and in her voice. [B]“Hell I don’t know. Like I said, I was 20. I haven’t really had any contact with the Nici’s for like 44 years love, sorry. I’m sure, like ya said, they’ll be happy to see me though.”[/B] He did seem genuinely apologetic, then as an after thought, [B]“Who’d you get info about Drigg from anywho?”[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Don't hold your breath or expect anything good but I'll see what I can do about whipping something up. I've been planning on it for a while now, especially with Revie having last posted to give me some direction. I'm easily distracted though, so you may get nothing. I'll try my best though! ^-^ [B]EDIT[/B] Nevermind, it's up now. Sorry it's a wee bit short but some post is better than no post right?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]So, if anything this thread just goes to prove how retarded we are as a race that we can't even get names right. There's very little hope for the human race eh? Anyways, Andrew. What's so hard about that? Of course I get the usual shortenings of And, Andy, Drew etc. I even had some people call me Andy-rew and one friend back in school (who was blatantly taking the piss) used to call me And-Dar-Rew and stretch it out like a drawl or something. As far as that, my first name's ok. Although the only person who ever used to call me Andy was my Grampa, which is the way I liked it. But now he's gone everybody and their brother tends to call me Andy and it kinda annoys me. My middle name is John. Most people know it but it's not hard and nobody ever calls me by it so that's that. My last name is where I've always had the most trouble. Like the fabulous Jamie Lee, it's Curtis. Frequent mis-spellings we get on letters/postcards/whatever are Curtiss, Curttis and so on, really annoying stuff since I know nobody who spells it that way. With the kids in school I always used to get jokes about curtains for a few years and then they stopped. Started all over again in Secondary school when I had a middle parting and everybody said they looked like curtains. ¬_¬ How original ne?[/SIZE]

[quote name='2007DigitalBoy][COLOR=DarkOrange]3. [B]Atelier Iris: Eteranl Mana [/B] - [SIZE=4]BARREL!!!![/SIZE'][/COLOR][/quote] [SIZE=1]Heh! I actually thought the VO's for Eternal Mana were pretty good. They matched their characters anyway. Most of them were amusing, especially Norn, she made me giggle. Of course that might just be because it was Edward's voice from Bebop pretty much acting like Edward. The only one that annoyed me occasionally was Klein. As for a list, I'm not sure. Hmmm. I definately think that the VO's for Tomb Raider: Legend were pretty sucky. Pretty much all of them were terrible, especially Lara and her two croonies over the radio. God, they really píssed me off. ¬_¬ Then there's the Naruto games. Although I'm not sure that counts because it's just an extension of the atrocious job they did on the Anime. Thank the heavens for the option to use the Japanese VA's! Somebody up there likes me! I think that's about it for now. Not much else comes to mind. And as for Metal Gear, I can't imagine it without the awesome actors! I admit some of them were a tad bit annoying, but 99% were awesome and pretty much every voice fit the character in my opinion. Like, David Hayter is the shiznit yo![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Here I am, as requested, to complain! >_< This is the part where I get all whiney about not having a part in the fiction so far and you feel sorry/amused and just add me in somewhere. Although I would quite like a part here, I absolutely refuse the part of "Kid Brother". ¬_¬ All that aside, as much as the idea of Dragonball still interests me, this story more interests me with its amusing, satirical narrative. Whether I get an appearance here or not I'd like to see you carry on. (Please note this is in no way an excuse for me to not be included.)[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I would be driving my '97 Vauxhaul Corsa if the timing belt hadn't snapped and bent the valves of the second and third cylinders of the engine when it did. My bro and some friends of his are looking into possibly repairing it but I'm not too optimistic about it. On the prowl for new wheels now! Maybe I'll get pics if I'm not still depressed about my lack of a ride and my abundance of college work. ¬_¬[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]John quickly left her to her musings, seeking the relative comfort of his bedroom. He began rummaging through drawers for a fresh pair of jeans, idly rubbing the two pin-prick scars on the left side of his neck. He suddenly realised his hand and wondered what Theron may be doing. It always seemed his neck acted up when he left her for brief periods. His “Master” no doubt thinking of him. He didn’t begrudge her the control she had over him, he was grateful for the gift Theron had given him but sometimes he often felt a little smothered by her. Dropping the train of thought altogether he pulled a small belt through the hoops of the jeans and began walking back into the living room. [B]“What’re you mumbling about now, Theron?”[/B] The question lingered a little in the air as the thoughtful, faraway look on her face returned to one she’d wore when jumping out on him earlier. When she didn’t answer after a few seconds he moved past where she sat and began fumbling about with glasses and drinks in the kitchen area. [B]“Get ya somethin’?”[/B] he asked over his shoulder, already preparing her a drink anyway. Pulling a freshly cooled can from the fridge he popped it open and took a long gulp. With a refreshed sigh he moved to sit next to her on the settee. [B]“So, what are our old friends Augustine up to these days?”[/B] He asked, handing her the small glass. She took a quick sip of her own as he gulped another large mouthful. [B]“Oh, you know. This and that. I heard from a little birdie they’ve got a big plan coming up soon. Something so big it involves the Drigg, would ya believe?”[/B] The mock enthusiasm in her tone made him smile a little. [B]“You’re serious? Doesn’t sound like much to worry about though. You know as well as I do that if brains were chocolate, the Augustine wouldn’t have enough to fill a Smartie.”[/B] Her eyebrows drew together as she eyed him for his crappy/retro joke, before he continued, [B]“And I’m guessing that if you know, then surely some little Nicodemus are sure to know too?”[/B] [B]“More than likely. Any thoughts?”[/B] She asked, her attention failing, she began stroking Bill, the little black and white cat on her lap again. [B]“Well, I’d at least like to be there to see what goes on. I haven’t had a good fight in quite a while, I’m getting out of practice…”[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The rain pounded down relentlessly. The once awesome-looking jagged spikes on top of his head were becoming limp and tending to fall, much to his displeasure. John, the most oddly proportioned vampire most people ever got to see in real-life, trudged quickly and angrily up the stairs to his London based flat. He quickly drew his single key from his coat pocket, plunged it into the door, turned it, darted through and closed it again behind him in a matter of seconds. Immediately beginning to feel at home, John shrugged off the large trench coat and tore at his soaked T-shirt. The tight black fabric squelched as it dropped to the floor, a darkened pair of wet jeans following quickly. Strolling across the large entrance area to the living area, John snatched up a remote from his sitting chair, pushed a series of buttons and then slumped down into his chair. The 6th song from one of his favourite albums slowly took to life through the music player on the wall and several of his cats began grouping at his feet. As they nuzzled his wet legs, John’s brow quivered with irritation as he realised cat fur would be sticking to his legs. [B]“Jeez, doesn’t that woman ever feed you guys?”[/B] A rhetorical question. Obviously they’d been fed, Sarah knew better than to let them go without. She’d probably turn up sooner or later so welcome him back anyway. Regardless, he got up from his seat, quickly threw some food into the many, many bowls strewn about the designated cat living area and then headed for the kitchen area. With a towel in hand he quickly dried off the worst of his skin and hair. He stopped in front of the full body length mirror to survey the damage. Although liking what he saw as always, he was still annoyed at the disarray of his usually flawless hair. John always did admire looking at himself in the mirror, thinking of how he used to be chubby and overweight always brought an overwhelming joy. Suddenly, a head dropped down right in front of his and quickly spoke- [B]“Boo!”[/B] John grimaced, and quickly regretted showing weakness. He was especially agitated when he realised who it was. [I]Like it’d be anybody else…[/I] Theron Agnes Marlow dropped down from the ceiling, turning elegantly in the air so to land on her feet in front of him. She smiled at him, an angelic smile full of glee with an underlying tone of ‘I’m-sooooooo-gonna-fúck-you-off-right-now’ hidden at the back for good measure. He just eyed her, turned his broad back and moved towards the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. [B]“So you’re back from Germany then. I wasn’t expecting to find ya here so I’m glad! How was it?”[/B] Her voice again. When she wasn’t trying to scare him, her voice was high, girly and cute. That was if you didn’t know better. [B]“It was great. You weren’t there…”[/B] Saying that he turned to her with a scowl, eyeing her lithe form and then quickly back to rummaging in the drawers. It still amazed him at her size. Or maybe it was his size. The widest part of her body was probably as big, if not a little smaller, than his bicep. He eyed his right arm before digging again. Retrieving a black T-shirt he pulled it over his modesty and then turned to face her. If she hadn’t already expected it he suspected she would have stifled a giggle at him. Part of the T-shirt’s design, now being stretched across his huge chest was the archaic logo of a white cartoon cat face with a bow over one side of its head. She rolled her eyes, turned her head to the music player on the wall and then turned back to him. [B]“When are you gonna realise that Hello Kitty and Nine Inch Nails aren’t in fashion anymore man? Jeez, it’s like livin’ in the Stone Age coming to your place!”[/B] He smirked at her, relishing in the opportunity her complaint provided. [B]“You don’t like it then leave.”[/B] He told her with not a hint of venom in his deep voice. She deftly ignored his comment, instead she made a quick sweep of the place with her eyes. [B]“Speaking of your place, I like it a helluva lot better than the last one. How’d you get this one?”[/B] Perhaps a hint of jealousy in her otherwise sarcastic tone. [B]“I’m sleeping with the Landlady and her daughter on a regular basis.”[/B] He said with not so much as a second’s hesitation. [B]“Charming…”[/B] [B]“Not at the same time you understand.”[/B] [B]“And that makes it sooooo much better!”[/B] She scowled with slight annoyance. He just smirked, greatly overjoyed at himself for managing to irritate her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]*Is just posting so Gavin doesn't have to double-post* I just got back from seeing it now and I'm still coming down from my Spider-Fangasm. In the words of Stan Lee: "Nuff said"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]All this talking of Pokémon stats and locations isn't really helping me with having to wait til the 1st of June. Although on a positive note it encouraged me to pick up my Emerald again and carry on leveling the team I was planning to have beat Mt. Battle in Coloseum for Ho-Oh. I've been looking around and every place I find says they can't send the American version to Europe. ~_~ You'd think with them being region free we wouldn't have to wait all this time but noooo! Why do we even have to have a gap between release dates anyway? Just pisses me off![/SIZE]

[size=1]Damnits I thought I was rid of Pokémon! Yet, here I am, as predictable as ever getting the urge to play again when a new game comes out. Although, this time I think it may actually be worth it.[/size] [size=1]With that Wi-Fi connection this game could prove to be THE Pokémon game! Although knowing me, if I buy this I'll end up having to buy a Wii especially for the new game to connect with this. And I REALLY don't wanna buy a Wii! >__

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] John “The Butcher” Baker; More commonly known as Bravo [B]Age:[/B] 64; Turned at 18 [B]Species and Clan:[/B] Vampire, Currently not aligned to a clan; Formerly of Augustine [B]Appearance:[/B] Physically speaking, John is a quite a handsome vampire. He has high cheekbones, a well-formed nose and chin and fine, straight white teeth. Most woman’s dream, at least his face is anyway. His dark hazel eyes give a moody look and the dark patches underneath give his otherwise handsome face a mysterious charm. His light brown hair is almost always spiked vertically upwards in the shape of a flame, the point at the top a good 3 or 4 inches off the top of his head. His body is very strange indeed. Where as many other male vampires prefer their androgynous form, John has worked hard to move away from it. John’s shoulders are vastly broad, especially considering he is only about 5’8”. His arms are hugely muscular, well formed and destructively powerful. His chest is much the same, each pectoral bursting and well defined in even the baggiest of clothes. Although from there down he is very thin. Thin, but well toned. As such, John looks oddly proportioned, very much akin to the cartoon character ‘Johnny Bravo’ who was popular in John’s early teens. This is where he gained the nickname ‘Bravo’ and why he is sometimes call Johnny. It is also for this reason that John sometimes wears sunglasses as sort of an inside joke since not many people are aware of the character these days. John has no tattoos or piercings and doesn’t care much to have either of them in the foreseeable future. He has very few scares on his body and aside from those already mentioned has little other distinguishing features. John is almost always caught wearing a form fitting T-shirt of varying colours and styles and always wears baggy flared blue denim jeans. [B]Personality:[/B] John is a rather peculiar individual. The way he acts around different people (human or vampire) is never the same with two people. John takes the persons initial reaction from their first meeting and plays on that greatly. Generally, when people get the idea he’s crazy or are scared by him, he does all in his power to look insane in front of that person or scare them in any way he can. This is one of John’s ways to deal with the boredom of an immortal life. Although he hasn’t lived as long as some other vampires he knows, he has decided to start keeping himself entertained now before ‘the boredom’ sets in later. Generally, he likes to enjoy life as much as possible. John feels right at home on the top of a mountain, admiring the fine beauty of nature and also being stuck in a bustling town full of people. Any pleasure or emotion he can take, he will. And then he’ll milk it for all it’s worth. He has a sharp wit and is a keen intellect but rarely shows this to anyone. He likes to keep that to himself for when times of danger call for it. He is under the impression that it will confuse his enemies and leave him at an advantage, although there have been very few occasions to test this theory. All this in mind, the few people that know John believe him to have something of a multiple personality disorder. John himself always scoffs at this idea but likes to play along as much as he can while seeming oblivious when they point out the changes in him. [B]Biography:[/B] Born into a very average, middle-class family in the valleys of South Wales, UK, John’s first memories (and one true passion he still holds from his human years) were of gazing out into space. As a child, John was fascinated by space shuttles and stations and wanted nothing more than to explore the stars of the universe. Despite this he despised Star Trek in all its forms for its cheesy portrayal of space adventures. John was also fairly overweight and was persecuted extensively for it by his schoolmates. Having very few friends, John preferred his own company. Always seeking solitude, he pushed his parents and siblings away, even though they all cared for him deeply. Becoming an angry teen like most other kids, John quickly banded with the other outcasts and freaks, although he felt no true allegiance to any of them. His only true friends were the talented musicians of the Rock’N’Roll and Heavy Metal genres. As such, for his 18th birthday he travelled to London to see one of his all-time favourite bands. This is where he was turned. John remembers very little of this encounter and tries not to. His first memory of being a vampire was heading back to his village in the valleys and slaughtering every single person there was to find, including his parents and siblings. This is where he earned his title as “The Butcher”. After becoming a vampire, the excess weight quickly fell from John and he adapted well to life with the Augustine clan. Until he realised that they planned a war that would probably leave the world in ruin. Quickly realising that this would mean his dreams of outer space travel would be ruined he cut all ties with them and decided to go it alone. This was also when he decided on pumping up; deciding weights would be no problem with his increased vampiric strength. Despite his departure from Augustine, John still remains in contact with those few friends he made during his time and holds no grudge against them for their choice to stay. He has wondered the world in the years since, studying humans and doing all in his power to aid those scientists (Be they human or vampire) who dedicate their lives to making space travel for everyone a reality. [B]Extras:[/B] Through some means unknown to him, John is able to control energy in most forms. With this gift he can harness raw energy and use it as a weapon. However, this takes great strain on his body and is generally only used as a last resort if his fists don’t work on whatever he’s trying to kill/maim/destroy. John has also had a special pair of roller skates made for him. Much like the popular inline skates of the early 1990’s in design, they have special gears and rockets designed in them that allow him to travel at speeds comparable to cars. Where as this would probably break the ankles of a regular human being, John has no trouble riding with them and even uses them to perform unimaginable fetes. John also has a soft spot for cats. Although he does travel the world, he frequently returns to the UK (mainly his safe house in London) where he takes in strays and cares for them. He always brings more cats back and has some human friends regularly check in to feed them and clean up when he isn’t around.[/SIZE]

[size=1]Naturally, mine's for Mr. Wright. I'll edit once you've added the others. #1 "I sentence you to kiss my a-s-s!" #2 And Pikachu felt, first hand, the awesome power of the Rat-flail! #3 [B]Calcifer:[/B] Did you just fart...? [B]Sophie:[/B] ^-^[/size]

[SIZE=1]Sounds to me like angry-teen syndrome is setting in. Anyways, I tend to beat my anger out with exercise (not nearly enough mind you), both heavy and easy-listening music (like the others have already mentioned), and nothing beats playing the Mercs section of Resi 4 to get your anger out. Although when I lose a lot it tends to increase my anger so that's a double-edged one right there. Although Charles and Revie have suggested talking about it, I find that makes things worse for me because by talking about it, you're fixating on it. That may just be me but if you're the same as me in that respect you need to find a vent (like one of the ones above) that suits you and start expressing your anger in a healthier manner. I find that laughing and joking (and generally taking the piss of other people, albeit in a friendly way) helps a great deal too. Perhaps you could tell us what sort of hobbies you have or things you like to do and then find a healthy outlet based on these things?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]To further add to what I said earlier, I really hate the way that Americans butcher our words. Aluminium. Say it with me now people: Al-u-min-i-um! Aluminium! Gah! It makes my blood run cold when I hear an American say it. *Shivers at the thought* I also hate that you had to make up new words for things which already had fine names anyway. Why do you need 'side-walk', 'pacifier' and 'diaper' when we already had pavement, dummy and nappy as perfectly good words? And I totally agree with Aaryanna and everyone else about the animal cruelty. I've had cats and other pets from the day I was born and never once had a period without any pets, so I feel very strongly for animal safety and what not. Again, I agree with Rifles. How girls think looking like a 6-year-old (let alone a computer generated six-year-old) is hot, I don't know.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lots of things in this world really piss me off, using stupid metaphors like 'grinds your gears' being one of them. I really hate it when people talk too slowly or when they repeat themselves. It's even worse when they're slow AND repeat themselves! I hate children/young-teens who think they're 'It' and I hate older-teens/grown-ups who think they're 'It'. (I'm probably gonna get lynched for this one but...) I hate Americans. Or at least the vision the media provides of them. Especially pig-headed 'God's Gift' type people. For all the Americans who aren't like that, you have my sympathy. Of course saying that, the way Blair's going the British aren't looking too hot either. ¬_¬ I hate it when people kick up a fuss over stupid little things, especially to the point of taking legal action. Basically my motto is "It's cool to hate!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]So here's a little fiction I've been working on. The fact that I named it Paradise City and the how closely it resembles Sin City are merely a coincidence. Although looking at it now it's hard to believe I didn't notice sooner ¬_¬ [CENTER][I]Paradise City[/I][/CENTER] In its own little way, this place is paradise. If you look far enough, it has everything anyone could possibly want…as well as those they don’t. Right now the blinding neon lights dance all above and below, their persuasive glow bringing in the masses like moths to the flame. Given the right incentive, I may join them later, but right now, solitude is what I seek. [B]“Hey baby! You looking for a good time?”[/B] Heh, every night’s the same. Must be my raw sexual magnetism or something. [B]“Not tonight darlin’, I’m busy.”[/B] As much as it doesn’t sound inviting… [B]“Aww! You’re no fun!”[/B] And with that she moves to the next hapless guy with more money in his wallet than sense in his head. Hands in my pockets, the palms begin to sweat. It’s like a Goddamn sauna tonight! Maybe I’ll head down to the beach, catch a breeze off the ocean. Then again, that’s a long walk I’d rather not take just yet, maybe I’ll skip out on the lonely bit and head to Terra’s, see what’s on the stage tonight. Before I know it I’m in the door and at the bar, waiting for my drink. Alice is serving as usual. Looking mighty fine…as usual! I take a sip and hand her a little tip, tell her to buy her mama something nice. A kiss on the cheek as thanks, ever predictable little Ally. [B]“So what’s on the stage tonight darlin’?”[/B] I ask with disinterest. [B]“Maybe somethin’ you’ll like hunny…”[/B] She says with a naughty glint in her eye. [B]“Yeah?”[/B] With the raised brow. [B]“All your favourite girls, Moi included of course! We’ve got one o’the regular bands on ‘til ‘leven, then Marcus’ kicking out the scum and me and my girls take centre stage!”[/B] She chirps with an ecstatic giggle. [B]“Sounds…interesting. Maybe I’ll hang out eh?”[/B] I respond, playing directly into her naughty act. She grabs my chin and winks as she walks to the other end of the bar. Now that I’m done talking, I hate sitting at the bar; a nice dark corner suits me better. A little cliché but it’s not like I give two shits anyway. The band’s not too bad. They’ve got rhythm and some half-decent riffs. It’s enough to keep the drunks on their feet dancing and screaming…and thankfully away from me. Or maybe I spoke too soon. A woman meets my eyes. She’s walking my way, a proud walk with a lot of confidence. And if I could take my eyes off her I’m sure that every other guy with or without a brain cell is just as attached to her. Without so much as a word she casually claims my little corner booth, sitting on the other side of the table, looking at me with ‘that special something’ in her eye. Right now I’m not really sure if it’s a good something or a bad something, but I’m not really concerned. She takes a sip of her drink, curves her lip and then sits back, still eyeing me up without a word. She pulls a pack of cigs from her purse, some quality brand too, and puts it in her mouth. Before she can bring her own lighter up my zippo is glistening and lighting it for her. [B]“Somethin’ I can help ya with Darlin’?”[/B] I ask as the cold steel slips back into my pocket. [B]“You want one?”[/B] She offers her pack. [B]“No thanks. Don’t smoke.”[/B] My face a mask, not betraying a single thought. At this she smirks, that devilish curl in her lip again and she takes a puff and blows the smoke to the side. She uncrosses and then re-crosses her legs…my eyes don’t miss a thing. She’s wearing nothing under that little skirt. What’s her game? Maybe I am betraying something, she senses my questions. [B]“Something about you called me over…”[/B] She said as a golden lock fell over one eye. Now she’d caught my attention. Well…the hypnotic sway of her waist and the low cut top just about covering her breasts caught my attention but you get the idea. I take another mouthful from my drink before responding. [B]“Is that so? Something in particular I can do for ya Miss…?”[/B] [B]“Jones. Julie Jones.”[/B] [B]“Well Miss Julie Jones, are you wanting something of me?”[/B] I ask with a self-assured smirk. [B]“Probably not what you’re thinkin’ cowboy. I am in a bit a’ trouble though and I need someone smart, tough and attractive just for good measure. You match perfectly.”[/B] ‘Perfect’ she says. [B]“So you’re expectin’ my protection?”[/B] [I]Without cash payment?[/I] Again, she catches on and catches my eyes. I raise my brow again as she reaches into her cleavage seductively and reveals an envelope full of cash. Women and their hiding places…I swear. [B]“This get your blood pumping cowboy?”[/B] Obviously talking about the gesture and not the money. She thinks I’m another dumb brute maybe. I’ll play along for now. [B]“Litl’ lady, I think you’ve got yourself a deal. Now if you don’t mind, I need a new drink.”[/B] I quickly leave the table, giving her something to think about, possibly to scope out the bar scene and see if anyone suspicious is eyeing her. Maybe check out what Alice knows. [B]“You’ve got a cute little friend there hun.”[/B] She notices before I even say a word. She places another drink before me and I take a deep gulp. [B]“You noticed huh? You know anything about her?”[/B] Another sip, I catch eyes with her. [B]“She started coming a couple a’ weeks ago. Been a regular ever since. She always drinks the reel’ expensive stuff.”[/B] [B]“Ever see her with anyone?”[/B] At this point I notice a little ‘disturbance’ near the door, Alice doesn’t really pay much attention and instead points to a sleazy looking guy with a suit heading in my little friends direction. [B]“That guy right there. He comes in now an’ again and talks to her...pretty heated conversation I’d say. Normally ends with someone yelling and one of them storming off. Rough relationship I figure.”[/B] Ever innocent. She thinks nothing of this, my keen eyes already watching some more goons following the sleazy guy. Heh, maybe now I’ll find out who she needs protectin’ from. [B]“Thanks for the drink darlin’, you might wanna brace yourself and let the others know too. If my nose is right, things may get a little messy here.”[/B] I say to her quickly and quietly, slip her some more cash for the booze and an ‘apology tip’ for what may go on very soon. [B]“Aww! And I was so hoping you’d watch me on stage tonight! Damn you Army!”[/B] She scolds me with a face full of disapproval. [I]I’ll catch you again darlin’, don’t you worry about that[/I], I think with a grin on my face. [B]“Something I can help you boys with?”[/B] Apparently I’ve interrupted. The Sleaze is in MY seat giving this Miss Jones and earful while his goons stand around watching. [B]“This don’t concern you. Get lost.”[/B] He doesn’t even pay me the courtesy of raising his voice, doesn’t even look at me. Heh, what a sucka if he thinks I’m going to respond to such a lame-ass cliché. I cross my arms out of defiance and raise an eyebrow with my confident smirk again, just daring his flunky’s to try me. These guys are cowards, they back down easy just from my glare. [B]“I believe you’re in my seat Mr. Sleaze...”[/B] He quickly turns his head to respond a little harsher but I’ve already gripped his collar and slung him out onto the floor. The goons take a defensive stance in front of him and pull out some flick knives, still with the cowardly look. They know they’re dealing with ferocity here. [B]“Damn it you fuckwits! I thought I told you to make sure nobody was involved!”[/B] They don’t really listen, they probably fear for their lives right now, the raw aura of power around me tends to have that effect. The effect to make grown men, “Gangsta’s” even, feel like they’ve shit their pants. [B]“Puh-lease! If you’re such a great leader, why can’t you handle me yourself?”[/B] I’ve already reclaimed my seat, giving my full stare to Miss Jones, not even looking at him as I berate him his cowardice. [B]“Alright enough of this shit!”[/B] Sleaze attempts to draw a glock from his suit jacket and point at my head. I catch it without so much as a blink, his fragile wrist now firmly in my iron grip. His already cracked face wrinkles further into a grimace. [B]“What the fuck are you dick-heads waiting for!? An invi – ”[/B] He seems to lose his voice. Might have something to do with my own 9mm pressed against his groin. Maybe it’s the knife on the end of my boot tapping against his ankle. [B]“You know? I really envy you guys. You’re happy to be walking cliché’s,”[/B] There’s that word again for the millionth time tonight, [B]“But now you are really starting to piss me off. Unless you fancy staying for a BBQ I suggest ya get the fuck outta mine and Miss Jones’ faces and outta Terra’s. No shit, just walk. ’Kay?”[/B] Service with a smile. Mr Sleaze doesn’t look happy, but I guess the fear of having his balls blasted convinces him he needs to leave. His flunky’s cowardly attitude doesn’t seem to help matters for him either. I smirk as he holsters his glock, makes a petty attempt to retain his dignity by straightening his collar. I whistle as if to a dog and nod to the door. They don’t need to be told twice. [B]“Whoah!”[/B] She looks at me with wide eyes, probably ready to jump my bones at the next opportunity too if I do say so. [B]“ I guess my thoughts ‘bout you were right huh?”[/B] Although it sounds like a question, she’s stating it, no doubt. I raise my brow a little, the only sign I’ve heard her. [B]“So, was that guy it? Or is there more you wanna fill me in on Miss Jones?”[/B] I take another large sip. She seems to hold back a giggle, maybe something about the way I call her ‘Miss Jones’, Lord knows. Despite being good with them, women always tend to be enigmatic, no question. She delicately takes a sip from her own glass, keeps her eyes on me the entire time. She’s playing with me no doubt. [B]“That loser’s an old colleague,”[/B] She’s says old like either of them is even past 22, [B]“He’s always slinkin’ around after me.”[/B] [B]“What’s he after?”[/B] I interrupt before she can carry on. [B]“I happen’d to take a large sum of money from our boss when I left, although I left nothin’ incriminating, him and his other goons are always sniffin’ after me to see if they can catch me out. Naturally I’m a professional.”[/B] Naturally she says. I eye her chest again, definitely something natural working down there. At least two handfuls for each one. [I]Definitely my type![/I] [B]“Naturally.”[/B] I agree with her, although what she’s a professional at, I can only guess. Maybe I’ll find out sooner or later. As much as I’m a nice guy and helping a little lady out is always on my mind, this shit sounds like it could be worth more trouble than she’s paying. [B]“An’ I’ll assume this large money pot you’ve got pays well, Miss Jones?”[/B] I lean forward slightly, eye her up a little more, let her know I’m interested for the right price. [B]“It does. And please, call me Julie.”[/B] She seems so sure of herself. [B]“I’ll call ya by first name when I trust ya Miss Jones, not before.”[/B] I lean back again, just reeling her in to my hand. [B]“Fairy ‘nuff. And while we’re on the subject, what should I call you? Mister…?”[/B] That wicked glint in her eye again. Her neat brow raises. [I]God she IS young isn’t she?[/I] At this I knock back the rest of the pint and get up to leave. I look at her expectantly, my body heading in the direction of the bar. [B]“Oh.”[/B] She blushes, looking rather embarrassed. She follows my lead, downing the contents of whatever drink she had before collecting her small bag, throwing it’s spaghetti strap over her lithe shoulders. I drop my empty glass on the bar. Patiently wait for Alice to finish up and head my way. [B]“You’re leavin’ already? You didn’t even get to see me perform!”[/B] She knows me well does this one. Anybody else would think I was expecting another one, but not her. I’ll have to make it up to her later. Ally’s cute little scowl always makes me smile. [B]“Sorry Ally darlin’, there’s always next time. You just keep ya pretty little butt cheeks outta trouble and I’ll make it upt’ya next time, ’kay?”[/B] I say through a big grin, make sure to sparkle my perfect teeth at her. She loosens visibly before grinning back, a big, bright and vibrant young grin. [I]God she’s beautiful…She really is![/I] [B]“You can count on it Army!”[/B] She says, playfully slapping her ass with both hands. Just before she moves away she brushes back her brunette curls from where they’ve fallen over her one eye. I shake my head at her beauty. [I]Surely it’s illegal for someone to look that good![/I] I give her a final wink as we leave, me and Miss Jones closely following. Back out onto the sweaty streets of scum. I lead her round the corner of the alley, figure we can talk more private-like and no sooner can I catch my breath I find myself being forced against the wall and her luscious red lips are on mine. A little shocking at first, although I don’t show it, I pull her in rough and kiss her back. She may be young but she’s a shit-hot kisser, I’ll give her that much. [B]“There he is! Get that mother fucka’ now!”[/B] I recognise the shout of Sleaze over gunfire. Acting almost instinctively I grip Miss Jones’ nimble arm and drag her further round the corner without so much as a graze on either of us. [I]These fuckers are gonna’ pay for sure, even if she don’t. Right now it’s fuckin’ personal! And they interrupted my playtime![/I] [B]“ ‘Scuse me a moment.”[/B] My gun’s already feeling at home in my hand as I drop out low and fire. Three of the seven guys down straight away from the knee caps. I quickly huddle back in as they return the fire. [I]At least they aren’t total fools[/I]. They alternate their fire while each reloads so they’ve got constant fire on us now. Thinking quickly I grab the nearest bin and hurl it out drawing their fire before I drop once more and hit another two in the caps. It’s just Sleaze and another guy left standing. [I]This fucker needs to be taught a lesson right now![/I] I hear some groans of pain, a few screams from fleeing hookers. Nothing that sounds like gunfire though. Moving like lightning I’m out from the alley and blasting at the little cocksucker. He drops his gun when I hit him in the shoulder and hits the floor with his goons. I hit the last guy twice; two shots to the shoulder and he falls quickly on top of Sleaze. [B]“Well, looks t’me like you boyo’s are shit outta luck eh?”[/B] My gun’s back in its place at the back of my jeans, these guys aren’t a threat anymore. Although the car that suddenly screeches round the corner with blaring gunfire I’m not so sure. I’m back into the alley as swiftly as I left it, grabbing Miss Jones roughly by the shoulder to pull her behind me. She squeaks with surprise, catches on quickly and follows my lead.[/SIZE]

[quote name='Sazumechan']Halley Barry.i dont know if i spelled that right but anyways she has already played cat woman so i think she would be a perfect fit for black cat.[/quote][size=1]Uch! Are you crazy? Halle Berry sucked as Catwoman (Almost as much as the whole movie sucked) and she's not even that sexy! Plus she's already played Storm, quit hogging good characters with a mediocre (piss poor in my opinion mind you) actress![/size] [size=1]It'd definately have to be someone far more shapely than her anyway. I don't have any ideas in mind right now, just know I wouldn't want her![/size] [size=1]As for Spidey, I'm once again finding myself anxious for it's release, even though both moives have been somewhat disappointing for me. Don't get me wrong, they were great movies, but maybe not great Spidey movies. I personally don't agree with the choice of Maguire for Parker/Spidey. Sure he can fit the suit, but he doesn't have the comedic charm that Spidey should have.[/size]

[SIZE=1]Well, if Resident Evil is anything to go by you can't go far wrong with the good ole' pump-action shotgun. Taking heads and torso's to pieces in seconds! Man I love the shotgun! Following the trend of stupidly chosen utensils of death for a group of assailants (and in some cases one's self and the entire universe) I'd pick the rat-flail. Surely a dire-rat on the end of a stick swung in people's faces will do a hellova lot of damage me thinks! It certainly serves Leo well![/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Sounds like your a little outta my league where it comes to drink. I generally consider it a good night if I get to 8 pints and haven't been sick. ¬_¬ Anyway, on to the question. My latest bender was Friday night. I went out with my cousin and some of his freinds for a freind's 23rd birthday. I remember most of the night fairly well and by nights end I think I'd had somewhere around my usual 8 pints and felt pretty damn good! We went to the usual watering hole to start off, had a laugh, joked around, pointed out any noticeable "talent" and then moved onto this club I've never been to before. And much to my surprise (and relief) there was a pole dancer. Naturally the birthday boy had a private dance out of our wallets and we had a few words with the stripper in question. That's a really strange conversation, especially when the woman was wearing very little. I remember I did have a dance (and what not) with some blonde girl and me and my cousin ended up running like a mile or two to try and meet his ex-girlfriend because he thought she was in trouble. She was fine naturally and we ended up walking her home. Or he walked her home, I walked awkwardly with them while they blatantly flirted and what not. Taxi home for all three of us then for a mere 10 english pounds, which suited me fine. All in all a pretty interesting night, especially since I haven't been out for a good drink in what seems like months.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Well, I just got back from watching Ghost Rider (Quite shocking since I normally never watch films on their first day of release) and I'm surprised nobody's started a thread about it already. Anyway, I liked it. I'm something of a marvel fan in my spare time but I've never really researched far into Ghost Rider (who knows why because he's a really cool character). Although normally I find film versions of the marvel universe to be inferior to their comic counterparts, I actually really liked GR. It might have something to do with my lack of any previous Ghost Rider knowledge (aside from what he looked like) or that it was a well made film. I don't really know. Any Ghost Rider fans out there who can help me on this? Sure I thought the film was a bit cheesy in parts, but that's pretty much staple to all films these days. A lot of great action scenes, character development, comedy and really good special effects too! I don't want to say anymore until I gather what everybody else thinks.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]In that case I'd say there's no doubt about it. Work that Farto magic on her when he isn't around and go for it! And if he is annoying you this much then it shouldn't really matter if he finds out, but for the sake of peace until you get the girl.[/SIZE]