Corey

[size=1]I go by what people tell me. Mayeb you go to a college where the professors take more time with the students. A lot of the people that I talk to that are in college tell me different, on everything you said. I assumed it was the norm, and I do appologize. But you can't possibly tell me that highschool life is more difficult than anything that comes after it, even if you do have profs that care about you dearly. You don't have to worry about flunking out of somewhere you [i]pay[/i] for. You don't have to worry about insurance, or bills, or making a decent living. It's all provided for you. I thought the advice in my post was rather obvious, but I guess not. 'Enjoy it while you can.'[/size]

[size=1]This is an historic times. -- [i]Yes this is... Denver, Colorado, Jun. 1, 2004[/i] There is no doubt in my mind that this country cannot achieve any objective we put our mind to. -- [i]Oops. Buffalo, New York, Apr. 20, 2004[/i] It's hard to be successful if you don't make something somebody doesn't want to buy. -- [i]Make things nobody wants, and you, too, will be successful, Arlington, Virginia, Mar. 9, 2004[/i] I appreciate Lieutenant Governor Judi Kell for being here. Great to see you again, Judi. -- [i]Genuine expression of appreciation (?) offered to Connecticut's Lieutenant Governor - Jodi Rell, Bridgeport, Connecticut, Apr. 9, 2002[/i] ??? I could go on forever, really. All quotes come from [url]http://www.dubyaspeak.com[/url] and are 100% Bush. Almost every time Bush opens his mouth I can't believe something that he said.[/size]

[quote name='DuoMaxwell1423']But I mean parents think our lives are cake walks. I think that if our parents took a good long walk in our shoes for one day in school they'd think otherwise.[/quote] [size=1]Our lives [i]ARE[/i] cakewalks. Just wait unill you get to college. No one will teach you how to do things. You are given a book, an assignment, and are expected to learn it on your own. None of this guiding through BS. You are responsible completely for your actions in every way shape and form. And as for the subjects you have in highschool right now, those are easy too compared to what you're going to find in college. I think you need a serious reality check. If you walked one day in your parents shoes then you most certainly would see how great you've got it. You don't even have to worry about if you're going to have eletricity or water next month. Think about it. Think hard. You have it easier than you can imagine.[/size]

[size=1][i][I know what you mean Captain.[/i] ??? Corey walked out of the kitchen shaking his head. This was going to be a very long five weeks if people we always this chipper. He walked back up the stairs, passing someone on the upper level looking for his room. He looked like he'd never had to work for a thing in his life. Corey scowled as he looked at the tag on his door. There was another name on it he didn't notice. It said 'Charles'. [b]Corey-[/b] "Are you Charles?" The man looked up. [b]Charles-[/b] "Yeah." Corey sighed, an audible sound of disgust. [b]Corey -[/b] "Here's your room." He ripped his name off of the tag and walked in, tucking the remanants of the sandwich in his pocket. Corey grabbed his stuff and tossed it into the hall. No way was he going to spend five weeks with someone like that. "Have fun." [b]Charles-[/b] "Thanks... Hey, what's your name?" Corey turned, pulled the sandwich out of his pocket and looked over his prior roomate. [b]Corey-[/b] "I'm Corey. Out of curiosity, how much does your family make in a year?" Charles brightened considerably. He put a smug grin on his face. [b]Charles-[/b] "Several million." Corey kept his eyes leveled at Charles. [b]Corey-[/b] "Have you ever worked?" [b]Charles-[/b] "Umm... That's none of your buis-" Corey walked away, all his baggage in tow. He'd sleep on the couch if it came to it. But not with that person. He muched the sandwich again and walked down the stairs, dropping his stuff in the den where Beth had been. He popped the last of the food into his mouth, and walked outside. The villa was large, but not obscenely so. He walked around the peimeter, noting a few people out and about, and spotted exactly what he had been looking for. Corey might not have been able to pass PE, but he could climb like a bloody monkey. He rubbed his hands together and started climbing up the rain gutter, like there was ever need of such things in this part of the world. He made it halfway up and stopped for a rest, surveying the scenery from forty feet off the gound. It looked different. The lake not so huge. The forestry more normal. he shurgged and climbed the rest of the way to the roof. [b]Corey-[/b] "Man..." He found a nice flat spot and layed on his back, staring at the stars. They were so clear! He could easily point out all the major constelations and most of the minor ones. He picked out the north star easy enough. And then spotted the arm of the Milky Way. "Wow... This is crazy..." He took off one of his shoes and propped it under his head as a pillow. "I think I may sleep here... If it doesn't get too cold..." He toyed with the thought, but never actualy considered the idea. Too many risks, but to have this view inthe city, he'd risk a lot.[/size]

[size=1]Corey woke up suddenly and with a jerk. It was much later, nearly dark. He had fallen asleep on accident. He sat up, feeling the stiffness in his legs as he extended them over the end of the bed. He was surprised that no one had attempted to wake him up. Corey stood and stretched, not feeling the least bit tired anymore. [b]Corey-[/b] "Man..." The air smelled so good here. So clean. So different from the city with it's smog and carcinogens. He walked over to his backpack and grabbed a granola bar out of it. It wasn't much, but it'd tide him over until he found the kitchen. He muched it and removed his pants, putting on a pair of tight flannel-patterned jeans with several zippers on odd places. He pulled them up and zipped all the zippers, including one conspicuously placed in the crotch. He threw his prior pair of pants in a different corner and walked out of his room, leaving the door ajar. He sauntered downstairs, looking around before walking into a random room. It wasn't the kitchen but some sort of den. A TV was on and a girl was sitting in front of it. He turned to leave, but she spoke before he could. [b]Beth-[/b] "Hi." He turned, not quite in the mood for conversation. [b]Corey-[/b] "Hi." He looked at her, and she at him. "Is there something you wanted?" She looked taken aback. [b]Beth-[/b] "I'm Beth..." He felt a slight pang of guilt. Here's someone that just wanted to be friendly and he just blew her off. He sighed. [b]Corey-[/b] "Sorry... I just woke up. I'm Corey." He shook her hand. [b]Beth-[/b] "Yeah, I think I saw you arrive. I kinda wondered where you'd gotten off to." He smiled slightly, more of a formality than an actual smile. [b]Corey-[/b] "Do you know where the kitchen is?" She nodded. [b]Beth-[/b] "Right through there." [b]Corey-[/b] "Thanks." He left the room and entered the kitchen, immediately grabbing an apple and making himself a turkey sandwich. Their kitchen was stocked well. Lot's of different foods. He just hoped that he wouldn't be the only one cooking.[/size]

[size=1]Allen shivered slightly and spared a moments thought on his pack. It was waterproof, but how much more of this could it stand? He shook the water from his eyelashes and looked forward. Salem was just coming into view. The Church wanted him to make a pass through the town every once in a while just to make sure there was no more activity. He'd never had any run-ins before, but that doesn't mean that there won't be any. He'd just come from Lowell. He'd been on assignment to track down a runaway, but he'd blown the rest of his cash on a quick planetrip from the western seaboard. The target had been delt with. He'd called The Vatican and they said that there'd be a package at the Salem postoffice with more money in it for him. He stopped and clenched his fists. He'd forgotten about the damn debit card again... [b]Allen-[/b] "Damn technology..." He glanced up again. Salem loomed on the horizon. He'd be there in an hour or so. He blinked and smiled looking back down to the asphault road and his worn boots. He'd have to have them re-soled before long. He's been doing a lot of walking lately, enjoying a lot of the places he's been going to. It didn't really mtter that he was one of the Churches dirty little secrets. The money was good. The travel opportunities were great. And he was the best at what he did. His hand went absentmindedly to his belt and touched the long knife that was held there. He smiled and slippd his hand back into the pocket of his trenchcoat. His backpack vibrated slightly. Corey stopped, eyes wide. No... It couldn't be. It was just routine. He walked over to a tree on the side of the road and opened his backpack. He quickly sorted through the massive amounts of 'stuff', and took out a small glass globe with a crucifix in the center. He watched it for several seconds before putitng it back in the pack. He tied it closed, sealing the rain from the inside, and stood back up. A false alarm. A plane probably flew overhead with a Witch or Warlock on board. The object was an ancient object. It had been made somewhere near 400AD by a Catholic priest and has the power to detect practicers of the Craft. It only vibrates when magic is being used. Most people don't even know they're using magic when it happens. They can't fall asleep so they inadvertantly cast a spell. They're nervous on a plane so the calm their nerves with magic. These kind of people are classed as low risk by the Church. They don't know they're Witches or Warlocks. It's the people that do that they're worried about. Allen shook his head and started walking again. He'd be there soon enough.[/size]

[size=1][i]I'm a late arrival too. Methuselah accepted me just a few horus ago.[/i] *** The trip to the airport had been ok, his former calculus teacher had kept pretty quiet. On the plane, he had tried to talk. Corey had put on his headphones and slept. He hadn't been on the same class as the calculus teacher since his freshman year. And to tell the truth, the man was an asshole. A major superiority complex. Corey knew he was good, but knew how to be humble, a trait this man lacked sincerely. When they got off the plane, they went to baggage claim and got his suitcases, which took just under two hours. Not the best thing in the world to keep someone tranquil. He had walked out of the airport, the teacher in tow, rather angry. The air had smelled better, which perked up his spirits quite a bit. Mr. Jennings had went and rented a car for the few hours it would take to get to the 'villa', and Corey surveyed his surroundings. A lot of French speaking people, no surprise. An interesting amount of English speaking people were there as well. Jennings had pulled up in a little boxy-looking p.o.s. and honked the horn. Corey had packed his luggage into the trunk and climbed into the passanger seat. [b]Jennings-[/b] "Are you excited?" He took his eyes off the road momentarily to glance at the prodigy in the seat next to him. "Yes? No?" [b]Corey-[/b] "Not really..." He shifted and stared out of the passanger window, longing to just get out of the car and walk through the nature around them. He hated the man next to him. And the anger was growing every time he opened his mouth. [b]ennings-[/b] "I would be. And you hsould be too. I never got chances like this when I was younger." Corey glared out the window and started getting his CD player out of his backpack. [b]Corey-[/b] "Well, it took you an extra year in college to get your calculus degree too. In the neighboorhood of skill, I should have taught you three years ago instead of the other way around." He slipped on his headphones and adjusted the metal rods in his pierced ears to be more comfortable. The car sped up slightly, showing that his comment had gotten to the older man. Corey smiled slightly and cranked up the volume. The music of Marilyn Manson and his most recent album blasted through the headphones. He heard Jennings try a few more conversation starters, but nothing that could be discerened through the music. They pulled up to what only could have been the 'Villa', and Corey got out in a hurry, pulling his headphones to his neck. [b]Jennings-[/b] "Do you want help?" [b]Corey-[/b] "No." He opened the trunk as Jennings got out of the car. Corey grimaced as the man touched his shoulder. [b]Jennings-[/b] "Make the school proud." Corey looked him in the eye blankly. He'd expected some sort of goodluck. What he got was an egotistical remark that the school was more important than anything. The only reason he was there and not in college was because he had a hard time passing PE. He could give a shit less about the school. [b]Corey-[/b] "Fuck you." Corey grabbed his luggage and started toward the house. Conversations could be heard somwhere outside the house, but all he wanted to do for the time being was get to his room and drop the bags off. He walked in, noted some guy sitting there sketching while a woman stood nearby trying to talk to him, and walked past them, up the stairs and found a room that had his name on a little tag that was hung on the door handle. Corey walked in and threw his stuff in a corner. He layed down on the bed and put his headphones back on, wondering when he'd be able to explore the countryside. But first he needed to get his mood under control.[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Corey Roos [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Usually wears a lot of black baggy clothing. Wideleg black pants usually made from canvas or nylon with chains hanging off and zippers all over. Black button-up shirts with either band names on them or tribal designs. He's rather tanned for being of the underground lifestyle, and has piercing grey eyes. His hair is dyed black, and his build is medium. He's 6' 2" and weighs about 180 lbs. Sometimes wears black eyeshadow. [b]Personality:[/b] Corey is very quiet. It takes a very long time for him to trust you or anyone for that matter. He usually can be spied sitting, secluded from others under a tree writing or sleeping in the place he feels most in tune with, nature. [b]Hobbies:[/b] Going to rock concerts. Making punk clothing (i.e. leather strap skirts, see through corcets, fishnet shirts etc). [b]Best Subject:[/b] Advanced Math (Calculus, Aerospace Engineering, Quantum Mechanics, Interstellar Physics) [b]Personality Trait:[/b] Logic [b]Bio:[/b] Corey grew up relatively normal, strongly rebeling against his conservative parents, while getting straigh A's in everything except gym. He would sneak out late at night through his bedroom windows to go to basement concerts of local bands or to go to some of the mainstream punk bands shows. His parents constantly argued with him. He argued back, always better and faster, never backing down. When he was fifteen he was sent to a military school. His parents allowed corporal punishment to be used on their son. Completely objecting to any kind of military related program, he rebelled there too. They eventually got fed up with him, but not before he recieved several scars on his body from trying to 'keep him in line". At sixteen he was kicked out of his house and emancipated. He started living with one of his friends whos mother was extremely liberal and more like a mom to him than his actual mom had ever been. With the money he was getting from his family, he took college cources while still in higshcool, and became the academic pinnacle of the school. While still in his sixteenth year Corey started making clothing and selling them to a local punk shop. They eagerly awaited his monthly supply of completely orginal clothing. They paid him one thousand per twenty pieces of clothing. God knows how much they charged. When he was finnaly a Senior in highschool, Corey was contacted and asked if he wanted to participate in an extremely trying program that involved other prodigies as well as extreme problem solving challenges. He accepted needing to get away from the foul city. Nature is bliss.[/size]

[size=1]For those of you that do not know, we have a president. It is George W. Bush. Let the destruction begin...[/size]

[size=1][B]Role:[/B] Witch Hunter [B]Name:[/B] Allen McGrath [B]Age:[/B] 58 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] Allen stands at about sixfoot five and weighs about 180 lbs. His build is extremely wiry, but strong. His hair is kept to the length of his ears, and is completely white like the rest of his facial hair. His eyes are a brown so dark, it seems at times to be almost black. He wears a long brown trenchcoat, a faded black shirt with the elbows worn out, and a faded pair of bluejeans. When the weather gets bad, he pulls a oodie out of his waterproof canvas bag and slips it on under his coat. [B]Occupation:[/B] The eradication of the Craft. [B]Personality:[/B] If you met Allen on the street or in a bar, you'd think of him as a caring older man. And he is... Except when he's on the job. He's as ruthless as a predator when he is tracking a target. He wouldrather argue with his weapons when it comes to the job, but loves a good talk. [B]Bio:[/B] Allen grew up an ordinary boy, on an ordinary block in southern Maine. Went to gradeschool. Went to highschool, lost his virginity somewhere in there. And went to college. Three semesters in, he dropped out because he couldn't afford it. Three months later he was drafted into the bloodbath that was Vietnam. He was in the infantry, also know as bullet fodder. His entire platoon, save for seven guys, was wiped out. They stumbled back to base bleeding cold. The seven of them were immediately discharged. After being home for a while, Allen was approached by a member of the Catholic Church. He was offered a lifetime job as an assasin. They said that the Curch was looking for strong minded people that could handle the rigors to the body and mind that the job entailed. He accepted, a little warily at first but quickly learned that it wasn't only lucrative, but a good service as well. He was raised Catholic and had always been taught to despise the practicers of Witchcraft. He went through the US, tracking down Witches and destroying them. It took him a few years to get the hang of it, and it wasn't until thirteen years in that something happened that helped him out a lot. He was on assignment in Texas when there was an accidental explosion in the Hotel where he was supposed to be. The fire burned for a week, incinerating every trace of human remains. He was thought to be dead, he even got a copy of his Death Certificate for laughs. He was now completely free to do his jb without the risk of being caught by the law. How could a dead man go to prison? He's been traveling the US cleaning up the dregs of society one after another. He's always been given moeny by the church when it's needed, and recently was issued a debit card by the Vatican, it's supposed to be used only for supplies related to the job, but he's never seen a problem with indulgence every once in a while.[/size]

[size=1]My school is rather unique. We have all the stereotypes, but there are no rivalries. The jocks are friends with the goths. The ghetto people are cool with the preps. The nerds are some of the more popular ones. And then there's people like me that really don't fit into any specific catagory, we're friends with everyone. I go to an arts school. I'm not really a fan of stereotyping. I think it's a waste of time and in most cases does result in problems. People should just learn to get along, even though it will never happen.[/size]

[size=1][quote name='DeathBug']Are they?[/quote] They are. [quote name='DeathBug']Except what you're talking about isn't common sense; it's values. If a person doesn't think a human life has any value, but a DVD player does, then common sense sees no problem in them killing for it.[/quote] Values [i]are[/i] common sence to me. Unfortunately not to everyone.[/size]

[size=1][quote name='DeathBug']What's your point?[/quote] Well, I'm rather curious about why you tore apart a post that basically agreed with you... But to each their own. My point? Manifest Destiny may be an older term, but the ideal is still very alive today. I'm sure if the opportunity presented itself, the US would gladly scoop up a few more pieces of land outside of the continental US, probably by force. [quote name='DeathBug']His statistics are raw data that lack any sort of context; they're only 'shocking' if you let him take you in. Context gives data meaning, and Moore never provides context.[/quote] Which is exactly what most of the public did when they saw the movie. They did take in the staistics without context. He did it [b]to make money[/b], and he did it well. Maybe I'm not making myself clear... [quote name='DeathBug']He's not a reliable source at all, and all he opened my eyes to are how stupid some people are.[/quote] If he wasn't a reliable souce at all, he be presenting false information instead of correct informatin out of context. Stupid people is another thing the US is famous for. [quote=DeathBug]The person following these comments always has the option to read the original material and draw their own conclusions. Not so with Moore; as a film maker, he controls exactly what information the viewer recieves, and how it's presented. Then, in addition to that, he gives his spin of it.[/quote] Sounds to me like nothing more than simple American Materialism. In order to make his money, Moore shocked people. I believe there are more important things in life than money, but to many that's not the case. Moore cares more for selling a copy of [u]Bowling For Columbine[/u] than for showing contexual information. [quote name='Corey']I blame American materialism and the degeneration of common sence.[/quote] American Materialism- Most of the country is pursuing money which can be used to purchase a comfy lifestyle when the smart people only want a house and family. Those that take comfort to the excess are materialistic. Why is it that most of the shootings in the city are robbery related? People want a little easy money without having to work for it so they can go and buy a new pair of pants or a shirt. It's sad that someone has such disregard for life to kill someone for a few bucks. Common Sence- See above. If everyone had common sence on a normal level, stupid **** like that wouldn't happen.[/size]

[quote name='DeathBug']Godel: Manifest Destiny was the 18th century belief held by most Americans that the American boarder would eventually expand to the west coast simply as a matter of course. What does that have to do with current violence?[/quote] [size=1]Well a lot of people see the US's involvement in Iraq as merely an excuse to go and grab their oil. So in a way we're expanding our borders, not that it's a good thing mind you. Michael Moore, dispite being a superb shock-film producer, is simply a person that wants to earn money. He does it well. His statistics are shocking. His movies are eye opening. But he misleads. He's not the most reliable source. American gun shooting. Why is it so high? I blame American materialism and the degeneration of common sence.[/size]

[size=1]He pulled the shirt over his chest and slipped on a pair of camo pants under the towel. [b]Allen-[/b] "What're you doing here?" She layed down and crossed her legs. [b]Avlen-[/b] "I thought I'd help you make up for your lack of sleep." She sat up and stretched out her arms. "Maybe with a nice backrub." She got up and walked over to him, tossing the towel away and moving to his back side. She slid her hands down the cures of his back. Allen let himself be pushed to the bed. He fell on his stomach, Avlen crawling over him and beginning a slow massage. [b]Allen-[/b] "God... That feels good..." She worked her hands across his back. [i]Why am I doing this? I just lost Satell...[/i] Avlen moved her hands lower and grabbed his butt. "Whoa!" He turned over, her body falling right on his. "Ummm..." All thought had been momentarily erased from his mind. Just the feel of her body on his, the warmth, the lust. [i]I loved her... And she saved us. But... I've moved on... I have to. Besides, who knows if we'll make it back this time.[/i] [b]Avlen-[/b] "Yes?" He smiled slightly. [b]Allen-[/b] "I think I could live with that kind of massage..." He smiled a little wider. "You have fifteen minutes." [b]Avlen-[/b] "Plenty of time." She began unbuckling his belt.[/size]

[size=1][center][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21378&stc=1[/img][/center] Though I've only been a Manson fan for a year or two, I've developed a deep love for his music, new and old alike. Most of his songs are so deep and personal that it can just rip apart any doubt you have that Marilyn Manson is average. He is anything but. This compilation of songs is a definite tribute to a beautifully successful carreer. It includes two songs previously unreleased on any Manson album, a cover of Depeche Modes 'Personal Jesus' and a cover of the classic 'Tainted Love'. It has songs from nearly every album. For a bit more cash, you can get a DVD with great music videos aswell. Thoughts? Comments?[/size]

[size=1]Good one lava lamp :D. Listen Moi. I think you just need to admit that what you said was wrong. There's nothing wrong with speaking your mind, but when you're going for scientific congruety you should try and be correct. I studied biology on the Advanced Placement level. It doesn't mean that I know everything. More than 90% of the highschoolers and highschool alumni here have taken Bio. You're not the only one. There's no shame in admitting you were wrong. In fact it's very honorable. As for the 'Hobbit' creature, Baron said it best. [quote]Personally, I think this is really interesting. The more we learn about our past, the better.[/quote][/size]

[quote name='ChibiHorsewoman][color=darkviolet']so maybe I should get some better tastes in music and become an evil conservative insead of an evil liberal. :devil: [/color][/quote] [size=1]God no... Another conservative is the last thing we need. On the subject of sue-age, I think everyone should just cool it. The legal system nowadays is so clogged with stupid cases like [b]Prince Harry vs Sue-Happy Photographer[/b] that it's no wonder that it takes weeks to get a parking ticket taken care of, etc. As for Eminem insulting people and having them ***** about it, since when is this new? MJ should just learn to deal with it the way most other people do. If he can deal with accusations of molesting children he sure as hell can deal with a little publicity in a song, even if it's bad publicity. They have a saying in show buisiness. [b]"There's no such thing as bad publicity."[/b][/size]

[size=1]The only thing nowadys that's really a peeve of mine is intolerance to the homosexual lifestyle. There's nothing that pisses me off more than seeing people hated just because of their sexual preferance. It's downright stupid. Everything else I can deal with, usually.[/size]

[size=1]What keeps up from hate? Nothing. Everyone has hated someone at one time or another in their lives. Off the top of my head I've hated my family, my ex, myself, my friends, and one specific bad driver for shatteirng my hip. All of these but the last I've gotten over. Nothing keeps up from hate. The reprocussions of violence are what keeps us from hurting the ones we hate. If I were to walk up to the person that hit my mothers minivan (and they better hope I never find out who they are) I would kill them. And I would feel absolutely no remorse for them or for the actions that just sentenced me to life in prison. I would gladly destroy them for destroying my family the way they did. But what keeps me from doing that? The main thing is that I don't know who they are, but even if I did there would be a small voice in the back of my head that whispered about ethics and how violence is wrong. These are morals put into our heads at a very young age. I don't believe violence is a solution. I believe it only promotes more violence. I also know that without violence the world would not be where it is today, which really isn't bad considering what it used to be. What keeps us from just destroying anything we get angry at? Mostly ethics, like I said. Common sence too. If you kill this person, you're going to jail, most likely. Violent videogames only affect the minds of the truely stupid and influential. People like me and Running Man use them as outlets. I also bike as an outlet for angry energy, there's nothing like draining yourself of pep to get rid of rage.[/size]

[size=1]I had braces for about five years. Over that period of time, I built up a surprising resistance to all mouth injuries. I barely ever got cuts and even when I bite my cheeks and lips it doesn't really leave a mark. I got them off two years ago. And my teeth are great. However, I have a floating tooth. If I leave my retainer off over the day, it moves. It's not really a big thing considering how horrible my mouth was before, but it's still annoying. I've had my first retainer for the entire two years. It's in rough shape, but it still works. And I'm definitly not going to pay for another one. And your mouth looks great, man.[/size]

[quote name='doukeshi03']Why should any of us, as a species, be allowed to survive, what right do we have to exist..what importance to we contribute to the universe that warrants our survival from extinction. I think thats what annoyed me the most.[/quote] [size=1]Well, we invented lovely foods like matzo ball soup. And salsa. Anyway, If the world ever does end I will look it full in the face and welcome it. Humanity deserves whatever we get.[/size]

[size=1]It's going on three years now for me... Gods... It seems like yesterday. I came to the boards after a friend refered me. I outstayed him, and he was dedicated. DarkOrderKnight was me in te beginning. Then KnightOfTheRose, and finally just myself. Time seems to take on a beat of its own here. It's not really constant at all. I can remember some of the first posts I ever made with clarity that suggests it was no more than a week ago. And how different everything seems now. I was so intent on impressing and making a name for myself, for getting to every topic and making some earthshattering illumination. Now I'm lucky if I have a chance to skim the topics four times a week. Times change, the world moves on. But nevertheless, OB is a home.[/size]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Thanks Van." The three of them walked out of the brig, each exchanging a small worried glance. "Computer, seal brig doors. Authorization: Chubbs 408 Golf Niner." [b]Computer-[/b] [i]"Doors sealed."[/i] Allen looked at both of the others. [b]Allen-[/b] "Both of you, sleep. It's an order." Van lazily punched him as he went by. Allen flipped him off and walked toward his cabin. He was tired, maybe the only one. It didn't matter. They'd be landing soon and he wanted his energy. Allen passed a porthole and stumbled. "Good lord..." He peered out and saw a gigantic globe of red more close than he ever expected. He certainly knew why it was named after a war God. It certainly seemed angry... His initial shock faded and was quickly replaced by dread as Deimos drew his vision. It seemed angry, more so than the planet its orbit took it around. The nager had nothing to do with color. It was the sooty grey of most space rock. It went deeper. The small moon of Mars, the colonies just drifting into view, reverberated with hate. It tugged on your mind, urging you further in, further into the web until you couldn't get out. And maybe it was his imagination, but the moon looked dim. Not darker, darker implied that there was more black in it's color. The dim of the moon seemed more like a loss of reality, or the perception that it was there had been toyed with to make it seem almost like a dream... [b]Avlen-[/b] "Captain Chubbs?" Allen jumped so violently that he bashed his head against the wall and lacerated his palms with little crescent-shaped fingernail marks. [b]Allen-[/b] "Jesus fuck!" He crumpled to his knees holding his head. [b]Avlen-[/b] "Are you ok?!" Allen had gotten the pain in his head quickly under control, his palms burned but nothing major. [b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah... I'm ok... How come you snuck up on me like that..." Avlen looked confused. [b]Avlen-[/b] "Captain... You've been standing here for hours. I watched you, Van Ambrose and the weapons woman come out of the brig and then you stopped here. I dozed off and when I woke up you were still here... I thought you might be in trouble." Allen was looking out the window again, trying to get some kind of grip on the time he had lost. It had seemed like seconds.... "Captain!" He snapped his head away with a quick jerk. [b]Allen-[/b] "Thankyou Avlen..." He straightened up and felt how incredibly stiff his back was. God, he had been standing a long time. "Ummm... What time is it?" She looked ta her watch. [b]Avlen-[/b] "About thirty minutes until we're supposed to be at the docking hatch..." [b]Allen-[/b] "Fuck..." No sleep for him. "Ok. I'll see you in thirty." She turned and walked away, glancing back once to make sure he wasn't staring into space (literally) again. He watched her go, a slight prickling in his chest. She reminded him of Satell, no doubt about it. He rubbed his face and started jogging to his quarters. He needed to pack.[/size]

[size=1]My best Halloween costume was the year I went as a vampire. I donned thick white makeup and a pair of custom fitted enamel fangs. I went around school biting people all day. It was excellent. No one got extremely mad, it was Halloween, but on of my teeth broke off and fell to the ground. Someone stepped on it. Then I was a gimpy vamp.[/size]