Angelus_Necare

Well I have quite a little library of my own horrible creation, let me list then elaberate on a few: [b]Dothack: legend of the twilight[/b] (Vol. 1, 2) [b]King of bandit Jing[/b] (Vol. 1, 2) [b]Hellsing[/b] (Vol. 1) [b]Magic knight rayearth[/b] (Vol. 1) [b]EVA.[/b] (Vol. 1) [b]Viz Pokemon[/b] (Col. 1-4) [b]Wish[/b] (1, 2, 3 & 4) [b]X-1999[/b] (1, 2, 3) well it may not seem that big right now, but I suppose buying food would be more important than the newest volume of [b]Jing[/b]. Ah well. Anyone who looks at my collection can see that I'm CLAMP junkie, my favorite series so far being [b]Wish[/b]. I love the Shounen-ai hint in it (although kohaku is predominantly called a "she"...). My newest favorites would have to be the [b]dothack[/b] and [b]Jing[/b] series, I guess I'm an idiot for weird Manga. I have been thinking of starting a collection for [b]FAKE[/b], I hear there's a lot of shounen-ai in it, so I suppose I could starve for a week for a good read. Another thing I find odd, is tokyo pop's Iron grip on the american Manga market, not as if I'm complaining, because they just dirrectly translate and leave everything else alone with the manga (yay!), the only other brand of manga I have is Darkhorse's [b]Hellsing[/b] and VIZ comic's magazine-like pokemon manga. Well who likes what better?

[QUOTE]Over here you can either get pay as you go, which is top-up credit on your phone without a contract[/QUOTE] Then I assume you're speaking of Virgin Mobile phones red? If anything needs to be advanced on a cell phone it shouldn't be surpassed sounds, web use or game holding capacity. There should be improvements on better signals, it's just that I have to return a phone now, since the service isn't carried in teh area I live in, bastards...

The snow in central new york is appaling. I mean, it's just so damned cold, and the snow keeps comming down, and I have to shovel, and school's still open! Camden central schools really bite the big one, oh well. *gets off her soap box*

that does sound quite unuiqe in itself. I do wish you luck on "the rising stars of Manga" too!

yay! the story's in motion! ----------------------------------------------------------- Harru didn't feel content sitting in the darkness of his dormitory. it would be wrong to say that it was a dark solitude actualy, since Draco decided to take an early night. "[i]I'll just walk around untill the rest are settled in[/i]" He thought to himself yawning. As he walked along he didn't quite understand how big the castle was untill now, but he remembered each turn, and recognisable statue to ensure that he wouldn't get lost. Rather sooner than later he found himself traveling a corridor that would lead to the great Hall entrance. Harru debated turning aorund since there wouldn't be anyone in the Hall at this hour, yet he felt oddly strange the furthur he walked. Something pulled at him, something called to him, something that was dark, bitter and... "Evil" He muttered before stopping dead in his tracks. A student sat slumped against the corridor's wall, a girl, wearing Gryffindor Robes. "Karen?" Harru called, he received no response. quickening his pace he reached his fallen friend and stooped by her side, "karen wake up" He shook her gently, only hearing murmured cries and whimpers, as if she were having a nightmare. Harru looked around for a professor or another student, but the halls were empty. With one last glance he scooped Karen into his arms and made an attempt to carry her back to her dormitory, but something about his touch set her off. "No! Stay away! don't touch me!" She cried from her unconsious state, flailing her arms wildly trying to get away. Harru set her back down after he was swatted in the head, holding her arms to her side in a strong embrace. "Wake up Karen! Please!" "n-no...." once more and she was back in a comatose state. Harru wanted to get help, but he didn't want to leave her alone. He couldn't explain why, but this seemed far from ordinary. ------------------------------------------ Ta!

Well I came back from the dead, and I'm trying to get a handle on this new version of OB, just bear with me as I try to get an entry in. BTW I love how you write Molleta! =^_^= --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feeling quite noble in his actions, Harru bid farewell to his newfound friends and started torwards his common room. It had indeed been a long day, and so much had happened in such a short amount of time. Harru descended the steps to the long dank corridor, with complete decor of a plush green runner and torches that burned with a jade flame. At the end of the corridor was a large brick wall with one slightly mossy stone inset on it. Harru pressed against the stone and muttered "serpentus". The wall shifted away to reveal the slytherin Common room, lined with long green velvet davenports with silver legs, ceiling high windows concealed by long satin curtains and the room's long low fireplace that spread accross one wall. Harru slipped past the other students of his house, some working on their first day's homework, others quietly chatting to one another. There was a group of older boys in the corner pouring a substance on several peices of parchment from a bottle that showed "assignment in a bottle". Passing this by, the silverhaired slytherin student began his climb upwards to the first year rooms. It didn't seem fair that the first years had so far to go, while the oldest students had an easy climb to their rooms. Harru didn't really mind though, he just wanted to rest for now, and hopefully not have another run in with draco. once he reached the top floor Harru pushed the door of his dormitory room open, slipping torwards the darkness inside. The room was empty, and the silence that greeted him was much greater than anything he had done all day. ---------------------------- Alas! Writter's block!

I can't say if there's anything good to do in hong kong, but If you're in Japan visit some of their temples, I hear they're beautifull. Other than that, if you don't know how to use chopsticks, bring a fork, it could save your life. ;) Have fun on your trip!

OOC: I'll try to post again on saturday, doesn't look like this RPG is going anywhere fast anyway :sweat: _______________________________ Harru watched Karen walk off with the weasley boy and a few other gryffindors, still a bit worried of what could have frightened her so, yet he smiled just the same. He looked off torwards the forbidden forest for the first time since he had arrived. It was a tangle of dying trees and twisted branches, as if it were daring those who entered to have clothing and hair snagged in the hooked twigs. The Forest was also unusualy dark, even in the late afternoon sun, all light seemed to be sucked in. The forest existed now as if it were its own living, breathing, presence that would survive as only a beast would, taking innocent lives. And despite the feeling the Forbidden Forest gave off, Harru had an unexplainable need to be there. Hidding within the misty depths to prey upon teh weak and sacred... "Oi! what do you think you're doing Ashton?" An irritated Draco snarled from Harru's shoulder. The young wizard started and looked back at his blonde haired room mate, then at where he was standing. His broom was left about twenty paces behind him, and he was only feet from the edge of the forest itself. Had it now been for Malfoy he would have stepped in unaware. With a slight whimper he shifted back, in fear that the forest would drag him screaming into its darkness. Draco in the meantime watched with a gleefull grin. "Scared Ashton?" He said, purely enjoying Harru's discomfort. "You wouldn't go in there..." Harru spoke without removing his eyes from the trees. "eh, did you see that one gryffindor's face?" He retored quickly, so as not to look frightened himself. "You mean Karen?" He turned starting back for his broom, voice rising a bit defensively. "Yeah, that must be here name" Draco followed him, "I think we should throw her in there sometime, get some real action started..." Harru picked up his broom quickly then spun around to face Malfoy. "What do you know about it Draco! she could get hurt in there or worse, she could die!" Harru's voice rose to an offensive pitch, as he willed himself not to hit malfoy. Draco grinned at him again, obviously picking up on something Harru hadn't. "What are your feelings for this Karen, Ashton?" He spoke slowly and smuggly, Harru didn't answer, he turned to leave, broom, gripped tightly in his hand, "Listen Harru, do what you will with gryffindor scum, and remember, your real friends will be here when you get back." Harru continued on into the castle, a splitting headache starting behind his eyes. He didn't really want to go to the hall, but his rumbling stomach reminded him that he missed lunch. With a shrug and a sigh Harru turned down the corridor to the great hall, yet before he could get there, his legs stopped moving all together. "what's this?" He asked himself, looking around for a wand waving prankster, expecting to see Malfoy, but he was completely alone. [i] [COLOR=seagreen]"hello again my little sorcerer, Enjoying your day?" [/COLOR][/i] The Wheezy voice spoke in his mind. "Wh-what do you want?" [i][COLOR=seagreen]"I await you in the forest, Come to me and I will grant you the greatest power imaginable"[/COLOR][/i] "power?" Harru whispered to himself, his legs still rooted to the spot. [i][COLOR=seagreen]"Yes! A great power that will belong to the both of us!" [/COLOR] [/i] "I don't wan't power!" Harru shouted, twisting his upper body violently to break himself free, "Leave me alone!" [i][COLOR=seagreen]"If you want nothing, then perhaps...."[/COLOR][/i] Images of Students he had befriended flashed in his mind, [/i][COLOR=seagreen]"their lives mean nothing to you?"[/COLOR][/i] "You monster!" Harru shouted, finally breaking himself free as he tumbled to his knees. [i][COLOR=seagreen]"come to the forest tonight if you want any of them to live!"[/COLOR][/i] The voice boomed in his mind before dissapearing all at once. Harru was left in the passageway, hunched over on his knees while weeping quietly. "no...." ___________________________ Ok I've written enough for one day, Ne?

After watching it last night I'm dissapointed that Scooter Girl didn't make it past last night's round, just because Simon told her to be SERIOUS!!! I don't really understand what kind of mind screwing they're trying to do to these kids. Hopefully everyone's favorite deep-voiced youngster (forgot his name, mathew???) will get far enough to proove that he's a good singer. and if not, then he'll always have a career impersonating frank sinatra songs.

Well I'm very glad they passed it. And I'm also happy that Bush's Anit-gay policies aren't making anyone back down. And I'm quite pleased because this gives me something to talk about in current events class.

[QUOTE]Since I won the round I technically should have posted the next picture, right? Oh well. That's fine. -Shy[/QUOTE] I'm sorry Shy, I didn't know. Tell you what, pick a winner then put up a picture. *Sits back down in the corner because she obviously hasn't figured out the rules yet* :sweat:

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Haze [/i] [B] Except for that nose. His nose is like a box. [/B][/QUOTE] Well the nose used to be pointy but we thought it would look better if it were boxy, it goes with his character I guess. And I got reamed out for putting that font in, matt didn't like it at all, guess I can't always be perfect ^_^'.... But thank you for your comments! I'll be adding more here in the future so keep watching for updates!

Here's one I think you'll have fun with: [IMG]http://www.coolfunnypictures.com/admin2/images/alwaysatattent.jpg[/IMG] [size=1][color=darkblue]Since I won the round I technically should have posted the next picture, right? Oh well. That's fine. -Shy[/size][/color]

Southern Goth has been an Idea a friend and I have been kicking around for a while. While Matt and I were both highly influenced by Jhonen Vasquez's Art in the JTHM comic series, we thought that we would create our own little hellian to wreak harmless havock upon a small farm town. This is the very first "Southern Goth" with story by Matt and Sketched by me (I'm not used to cartoony stuff like this), so this isn't the best of what we made up so far. I doubt this would offend anyone, and if it does than you're taking it way too seriously. And we're not trying to make any money off of it either, it's just a page or two we pass around the school for fun. And so I ask you OB members to tell me what you think, ok, have at it!

A lot of chicken pox/scar stories! I was never allowed to touch my chicken pox so I really have no scars for that. I do however have many a battle scar, from stupid encounters. One that comes to mind right now is a Dimple on my thumb from where I accidentaly gouged it when I was cutting veggies for dinner. Another scar I have is on my upper arm but it's kinda hard to see now, more like a scratch that's been there for four months. You see my friends and I are a part of a sparring club, one day we decided that it would be "cool" if we sharpened our swords up a bit, just to make it more realistic. I was wearing Armor although the guy I was fighting made a lucky strike in the right place and I bled for a good long time. So that was the last time we did that... Other than that I don't have a lot of other stories to tell, not anything interesting though.

I've had some pretty dumb nick names that my parents have imposed upon me, a few are the following: Princess Tiff-lynn Miss Tiff Lady Lockets Punkin' sweet pea My mom still calls me "Miss Tiff" and upon loosing a bet at work I had to be called "Lady Lockets" for the day.

OOC: I'm back from the Dead! well sorta, I have to in for an operation soon and that means more time away from the OB *cries* I'll be on untill thursday, untill then you're on your own for two weeks... --------------------------------------------------------- IC: Harru looked down at the broom assigned to him, a shabby over used thing that looked as if it would be welcome in the fire not in the sky. Harru placed his hand over it anyway commanding "up" as it flew to his hand obediantly. He had quite a bit of practice at home with his father's old broom, flying about the courtyard when Harris wasn't watching. [i]"Flying about on broomsticks isn't becomming of a young master"[/i] He could hear Harris' old raspy voice repeat in his mind. Harru just rolled his eyes and looked down the line. Draco had seemed to forgive him as far as being a "traitor" to the slytherin house and the pureblood name, only giving reason that Harru didn't know any better. Now the blond haired boy looked smuggly about at the other students shouting at their brooms in despair. "With Feeling!" Madame Hooch quirped fiercely as if the students had only forgotten how to fly. Harru looked accross the line boredly at the Potter boy who was laughing at his Red haired friend after an encounter with a rebelious broom. For the first time in Harru's life he curled his lip in disgust at someone, glaring with the greatest loathing that one could ever muster. When Harry looked up at Harru the expression dropped, leaving Harru a bit frightened at his own behavior. [i]Please let me get through one class without this happeneing[/i] He begged to himself quietly, expecting that eerie hissing voice to speak in his mind again. Yet all was quiet in his head. The other students looked at Madame Hooch expectantly brooms gripped tightly in hands.

A friend of mine threw up in my mouth while we were playing spin the bottle, he was complaining about not feeling well (he did have a lot of mountain Dew and hotdogs), but I made him play anyway. :sick: I couldn't even begin to describe what it tasted like, although I can tell you that I haven't played that game since.... Here's something else I've discovered that's pretty nasty: Take a bite of pepperoni Pizza and take a swig of orange juice. If the taste doesn't affect you the vomiting party afterwards will.

21-7 now, boy am I glad I switched from the Bills to the patriots this year, I hope they get to the super bowl!

Heh, why not, I doubt anyone will read mine though. [b]Name:[/b] Tiffany [b]Age:[/b]18 [b]DOB:[/b] 01/12/86 [b]Location:[/b] Taberg, NY [b]One Word:[/b] Shennanigans! [b]No, Seriously describe yourself in one word:[/b] Loathing [b]Occupation:[/b] Student and part time hardware retail worker. [b]Color:[/b] [COLOR=green]Green![/COLOR] [b]Food:[/b] Pork fried Rice! [b]Beverages:[/b] the kind that makes me do silly things [b]Dream Job:[/b] That of working on my own Anime series. [b]Self-proclaimed:[/b] Killer [b]Hobby:[/b] Damning the wicked or drawing. [b]Desert:[/b] Ben and Jerry's from Russia with buzz [b]Musician:[/b] Davey Havoc [b]Mac or PC:[/b] PC, I spit on macs! [b]Blog:[/b] No [b]Homepage:[/b] None [b]Religion:[/b] None [b]Book:[/b] Joust, Harry potter books, Z? [b]Collections:[/b] Souls, heads, manga, milkmen [b]Sport:[/b] Volleyball, Badmiton. [b]Won't Eat:[/b] trees [b]TV show:[/b] Carnivale [b]Words To Live By:[/b] "Carpe Naris" (Latin- Seize the nose) [b]Addicted to:[/b] Living [b]Movie:[/b] Snatch

I figured out my own japanese name once and wrote it down somewhere, a lot of good that does me :sweat: Anyway, if you would be so kind as to do my Real Name Tiffany (Ti-Fa-Nee) And my circle name Kira (kee-ra) Thank you very much in advance! =^-^=

It never ceases to amaze me how Afi and Anime just seem to skip hand in hand away into the sunset, Maybe you should use some Lyrics from their Art Of Drowning Album? All beautifull banners, keep up the good work!

Harru walked along the hallways to the great hall for lunch, eyes cast down in thought. He knew it wasn't really right to befriend a gryffindor, but what did houses matter anyway? They were all just kids. [i]At least I try to be...[/i] He thought glummly before lifting his eyes again, abruptly stopping. Had he kept walking he would have run into Draco's Backside, and he didn't seem too intent on who was around him at the moment. Harru moved round the sideof him, still not being noticed, because Draco was taunting two other students at the moment. Harru recognised one as the girl he helped out this morning. "what's going on Draco?" Harru asked slowly by his shoulder, giving Draco a small starttled look on his face, wich was soon replaced by a calm smugness. "Just telling off these gits Harru, I wouldn't get too close though, we might polute our pure blood" At that he glared over his Shoulder at Hermione and shot an amused glance at Harru, expecting him to join in the fun. Harru wasn't pleased, in fact, he was a bit embarassed for Draco's behavior. "well whats the matter with you?" Draco said with a sneer, now ignoring teh other students behind him. "Pure blood or not Draco, I think dignity speaks for itself in these situations." Harru spoke narowing his eyes. Draco, put off by this comment just shrugged arrogantly and motioned to his goonies who were standing nearby. "Well when you're done playing with the mongrels Ashton, you'll Find us in the Hall." And with that they were gone. Harru didn't lift his eyes from the floor, he didn't feel proud of himself for standing against the only "friend" he was ever allowed to have. "Harru? Is that your name?" Hermione asked, Harru looked up at her with a small nod. "Yes, I appologise for Draco, I mean, I don't think he knows better"

[COLOR=darkred] Ari began to sober up as she began packing some of the fresher fruits away into a leather pack, and along with a clearer thinking pattern, began to realize what she had gotten herself into. She stopped what she was doing, to watch her two traveling companions carefully, not fully realizing what their intent was, but they didn't know hers either, and yet here she was, accepted into their party, somewhat. [i]Well Ari, you might as well enjoy the ride, no better death than that with a deamon.[/i] John locked eyes with her, quirking one eyebrow up. "got a staring probem?" "eh?!" Ari grunted looking away and ignoring him completely and stubornly. [/COLOR]

OOC: Yeah, all the boys are chassing hermione! lol, I was being nice, or was I? Just adding some drama for Vicky, hehe! ----------------------------------------------- Harru acepted his classmate's hand gently and gave it a soft polite shake with a wamr smile. "Very pleased to meet you Miss Black" he said with a grace that had been imposed upon him repeatedly in his childhood, "My Name is Harru Ashton." "Nice to meet you Harru" Karen Said with a smile, genuinely surprised to meet a polite slytherin for once. Before any more words could be exchanged, a black clad figure stalked into the room with an angry scowl to match his shade of choice. By the time he reached the front of the classroom, all talking had stopped. The proffessor observed the class carefully before he spoke. "There will be no wand waving, or silly incantatons in this class." He spoke slowly before carrying on into a long speach about those gifted in the art of potion making. In this time Harru had missed what the Proffessor was saying, as his attention was dirrected to the same potter boy that was in his first class, could this day get any worse? "What's the matter?" Came a voice next to him, karen's, that drew him away from the Proffessor's Badgering of Harry. "N-nothing, I'm fine, really" He answered back quietly before wipping persperation off of his forhead with his sleeve. This would proove to be a long day indeed. ---------------------- It took me a half hour to write that, stupid people talking to me on messenger.....