Corey

[size=1]I'm into monochromatic posts.[/size]

[size=1]A shiver ran through his body. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, captivated and mesmerized by it. She stepped closer. Her clothing was soft against his bare upper body. He broke out into gooseflesh from the chilled air that was blowing in the open balchony door. He shivered again and watched it close. Her eyes stared into his and he was powerless to look away. Blue upon purple and purple upon blue... It was like being under a spell. But how did the door get closed? He hadn't closed it. And it was out of arms reach for Vasvas. He shook his head, like clearing it from sleep, and stepped back a bit. Something moved slightly on the staff, and seemed to freeze. Citain stared at it a moment and saw the light resperation of one of the figureheads. [b]Citain-[/b] "What's that..." He pointed slightly in the general direction of the staff.[/size]

[size=1]Mmmm... Everyone seems to be in so far, but that could change if more people sign up. DW: Thanks for editing. [EDIT]Rai: You're so damn sexy. (hahaha)[/EDIT] Arika: I love your bio. It's one of the best ones I've read in a long time. Goddess: Just a little [i]too[/i] short. Annie: Anything for a lady with Hellsing in her wardrobe.[/size]

[size=1][b]Citain-[/b] "What..." He was just about to step into the shower in his room when a small tapping noise had caught his ear. He stood for a moment longer, making sure it wasn't his travelworn mind playing tricks on him. It happened again, this time a little louder. "Hmmm..." He slipped his clothes back on and walked into the main section of the suite. It was made of polished wood, completely smooth and a beautiful color. The room smelled sweetly of cedar and was adorned ith a double bed, a lovely couch, and a beautiful stone fireplace. He looked around and walked to the door. There was no one outside. Citain turned again and looked around. [b]Citain-[/b] "Wow..." He'd just noticed the balchony. The tapping came again. It was coming from the balchony. He walked over and peered out. There was someone standing outside. "Hello?" He opened it slightly and looked out. The figure didn't move. He opened the door completely and walked out. "Hello?" [b]??-[/b] "Are you Citain?" He nodded, suddenly realizing he held a small fortune in his pack and no weapon by his side. "My name is Vasvas. I'm very pleased to meet you."[/size]

[size=1]The machinery grinds in the deep... Millions of years ago, the human race was far superior to what it is now. Technologically. We had developed ways to fly without massive amounts of pollution. Vehicles that ran on water and air. Space travel as a luxury. Other planet inhabitation was a normal thing. We had colonies on the moon. Mars. Even some moons of Jupiter. Plans were being drawn up for space travel engines that broke the light barrier. We were so close to achieving a perfect world where everything is in harmony with everything. But they messed up... No one would admit it. They called it a random accident. But the fact is, they messed up. During one of the first tests to construct a Matter Reversal Machine (a fools idea of an immortality machine), an explosion occurred. It was not random, like they claimed. Someone injected the core with the wrong kind of Unitonium Isotope. A feedback loop started that went all the way to the SlipStream reactor. The reactor exploded, taking seven eighths of the population with it. Radioactive material flew into the atmosphere and spread all across the world through the jet streams, disintegrating the inhabitants. No one was able to atone for the death, for they were dead aswell. But some survived. They retreated to an underground facility that was safe from the death above. There they sat, almost a million people crammed into a space that was supposed to be for but two hundred and fifty thousand. Disease ran rampant, leaving only the strong and resilient. The survivors began working on ways to extract air from the surface without bringing the radioactivity with it. After several failed attempts, a process was conceived. And once again, the human race flourished. Scientists created ways to gain surpluses of food from singular plants through genetic splicing and advanced pollination techniques. Meat was eliminated from their diet through force, not choice. False light was made using phosphorus materials inside of bulbs and such. For almost ten thousand years the humans lived in their underground sanctuary, sure that they could outlast the radioactivity above. The inability to monitor the world above led to their destruction. Three thousand years, almost to the day, a meteor struck the earth wiping all life from it and destroying the radioactivity aswell. The sanctuary, now call Nerion, began to crumble. The escape routes sealed themselves with molten rock. The ceilings cracked and bowed. The humans guessed that something terrible happened above and therefore they had to stop it from happening again. They built a machine. It controlled the enviroments of the planet while making sure nothing ever destroyed into it again. And when evolution was on the right track again, cryogenically frozen human beings would be launched to the surface to begin another age. ---| Present Day |--- The control system has been warding off imminent threats for millions of years. Diseases. Objects from the heavens. And even destroying people to help aid in the survival of this world. But it's failing. Over the last hundred years or so, it's been breaking down. The hole in the O-Zone. AIDS and other diseases. Crime. Pollution. The overall condition of this world... Deep in the Sahara desert, an excavation team has unknowingly unearthed one of the entrances to the long buried human city, Nerion. They have said nothing and plan on going down themselves first. You are that team. Go, and discover your past. [center]---------------[/center] --|---Sign Ups ---|-- [b]Name-[/b] [b]Age:[/b] (Older than twenty five please) [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Specialty:[/b] Mass Excavation (Large Items), Minute Excavation (Small Items), Security (Weaponry Expert), Survival Specialist, Exploration Expert [b]Bio:[/b] (Make it good, but not the longest thing you've ever written. Just basically tell why you chose to join the team and a little of your past experiences.)[/size]

[size=1]Citain walked into town, out of water and a little tired. He was thirsty... But before that could be resolved, he needed a room. [b]Citain-[/b] "Excuse me!" A man down the street turned and looked at him. The man had to squint in the failing light. "I was wondering if you could point me to the inn." The man walked over and shook Citains hand. [b]??-[/b] "I'm Calven. The inn is about a wheel that way, and if you're looking for any supllies make sure to stop by my shop right over there. I'll be sure to give you a good price." [b]Citain-[/b] "Ummm... Thankyou. I'll make sure to drop in." He shook hands with the man again and walked away. He felt like he was being watched, but when he turned, Calven was already in his shop. Yet the feeling persisted. He attributed the feeling to simple city apprehension, and walked toward the inn. The city was a medium sized one. Probably upwards of 5000 inhabitants. Mostly small buisinesses but a decent residential population too. Almost all families. Citain looked down at his feet. He'd just left the last of his family behind. A drunk stumled out of the inn and headed toward his house, hopefully. Citain walked up to the door and entered. There were a good number of tables plus a healthily stocked bar. The rooms for rent were obviously upstairs. He walked up to the barman, still feeling eyes on him. [b]Citain-[/b] "Do you have any rooms available?" The barman put down the glass he was cleaning and looked Citain over. [b]Barman-[/b] "Do I know you?" Citain shook his head. [b]Citain-[/b] "I don't believe so. I haven't been here for years." The barman looked him over again. [b]Barman-[/b] "I got it. You're Ballazars kid. Haven't seen you for years!" Citain was taken aback. He hadn't expected this. "How come you're not at the farm? It's great planting weather." Citain flushed. [b]Citain-[/b] "I sold it..." [b]Barman-[/b] "Oh... Well, I hope you got a good price. What kind of room would you like, I'll give you a little discount." Citain dug in his pack and pulled out a few small emeralds. [b]Citain-[/b] "Whatever this will get me. It is enough, right?" The barman lookd at the emeralds with wide eyes. He held them up to a burning oil lamp and grinned. [b]Barman-[/b] "These have no flaws at all. You sure you want to pay with all of this?" Citain nodded. "Then the suite it is. Hey Charlie! Show this guy up to 17!"[/size]

[size=1]Mod is short for Moderator. A moderators duties are directly related to the forums they moderate. If you're on a gaming forum, your job will be to keep people talking about games and not about what they saw in their cream of broccoli soup last night. Likewise if you're on a car forum you don't want people talking about their spiderman underwear. A moderator basically keeps the topics realtive to what the forum is about. They're also good rolemodels and people you should probably check with before posting topics from now on.[/size]

[size=1]I believe Captain Hook summed it up nicely in the movie 'Hook' when he said that death is the final adventure. I'd like to go on that adventure a long time from now. I already dodged the proverbial bullet once and I am in no rush to do so again until I"m extremely old and have no reason to live any longer. I don't neccessarily think people are afraid of death, but of leaving the world behind.[/size]

[size=1]Citain walked down the road slowly and deliberately. His pack wasn't heavy, all he had taken was the gold the silver and the emeralds. He only had the clothes on his back and his long knife at his side. Fields stretched as far as the eyes could see for miles around, accept for forward. The path toward town wove through a thick wood. Several years ago there had been a problem with bandits robbing people and killing them inside. The current law enforcement had hunted them down and hung them. But still there were stories. Not many even went through anymore. They took the longer, yet 'safer' way, around the woods. The sun was beginning to get a little annoying. It was early spring but still in this vast plain it was pretty warm. He wiped off the back of his neck and took a small drink from his water skin. The water was already beginning to get warm. Citain looked up sharply. Something had caught his eye in the distance, just before the edge of the forest. Something had caught the sunlight. Something that seemed shiny... He shook his head. Probably just his imagination. His nerves were pretty high strung right now... His mind started wandering, making up scenarios about thieves in the forest canopy, hiding, with crossbows trained on his head and neck. Maybe he should go around... [b]Citain-[/b] "Good lords..." He wouldn't go around. The town was only a few more hours away if he stuck to this path. He would have to travel through the night if he took the other path. A piece of paper fluttered through the air and hit his chest. "What the..." It was a flyer for a battling tournament in the Holy City of Shirn. The grand prize was supposedly a great deal of money plus an undisclosed item. He folded it up and stuck it in his pocket. You never knew when you'd need some paper,[/size]

[size=1]Citain let the warm spring water flow over him. The shower his father had built them so many years ago was still in perfect condition. No rust. No wear. It was perfect... Citain sunk down to his knees and put his face in his hands. Guilt washed over him like a tub of winter water. He sobbed into his hands, tears mixing with the shower water and dribbling out through the drain. How could he have done it? How could he have sold his farm? The farm that had been in his family for years? The farm that his parents left to him with their deaths. He sold it for a little gold, a little silver, and a little bit of green rock. [b]Citain-[/b] "I..." He stood slowly, turning off the water valve and stepping out. He toweled off quicky and marched into his bedroom. A yellow glint caught his eye. It was the gold. Citain looked at it with an expression of love and hate. It was more money than he had ever expected to make in his life. It was also something that cost him his farm. He wiped his moistening eyes and dressed in pain, but clean, dark grey clothes. He buckled his belt and walked into the kitchen. Someone was standing just outside of the door. He had left it open. [b]??-[/b] "I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude, but I have a message for you. Are you Citain Ballazar?" He nodded. "Mr. Edward Yanas requests that you leave your home for a few days. He realizes that he told you you could stay free of charge, but in order to get the dig going properly, he needs a few days alone with his crew." The man smiled and left. Citain stood there for a minute, letting the information sink in. So he'd go to town. Maybe stay at an inn. Go to a few bars. Maybe not come back at all...[/size]

[color=#2f4f4f][size=1][i]Please see the recruitment thread in the recruitment forum for a list of those that got in and those that have not. Show up uninvited or with inappropriate behavior, I'll have my way with you and then hand you over to terra. Good luck and good gaming.[/i] ??? [b]Allana-[/b] "Corel? What are you doing?" [b]Corel-[/b] "Isn't it obvious! I'm checking up on my children!" [b]Allana-[/b] "Corel, you know it is forbidden." [b]Corel-[/b] "I don't care! It's been so many years. I need to know if they're safe!" [b]Allana-[/b] "Corel... What's happened to you?" [b]Corel-[/b] "Nothing has happened to me. I'm simply curious about the statis of my little ones." [b]Allana-[/b] "...did you access it?" [b]Corel-[/b] "Allana! They are mine! Why can't you understand!?" [b]Allana-[/b] "You sohuld have left it alone... The council put it away for a reason. They knew exactly this would happen... You know what must be done." [b]Corel-[/b] "No... I won't leave them!" [b]Allana-[/b] "You have no choice... You've been tainted." ??? Citain awoke with a start. He had been having a dream. Something about the crops this year... They would be bad... He shook his head and stood slowly. His fathers and mothers ashes stood on the ,amtle above the fireplace. He glanced at them as he walked by feeling a slight amount of guilt. He knew what would happen soon. The farm would fail and he'd end up selling to one of the mass-producers that were so intereted in his land. There was a knock at the door. [b]Citain-[/b] "Hmmm?" He walked over to the door and opened it, gripping the knife at his side. A man in a nice brown suit stood there with a small travelbag and an inviting smile. Citain wasn't convinced. "What do you want?" The man smiled agian. [b]??-[/b] "My name is Edward Yanas. I have a proposition for you regarding your field." [b]Citain-[/b] "Do you people have nothing better to do? You're the seventh person this week. And it's only been three days!" He sighed and rubbed his face. It was a nice day, he should be out planting. "Just make your proposition so I can turn you away." The mans smaile seemed to grow. [b]Edward-[/b] "I believe the last person that was here was Allen Klinsborough, correct?" Citain nodded. "And he offered you 2000 gold plus several pieces of raw gemstone?" He nodded again. "I'm here to offer you 5000 gold, 2000 silver, and," the mans eyes glittered, "one pound of processed emerald stones." Citain stepped back. That was more than he could make in three years. [b]Citain-[/b] "I... Um... I..." The buyer stepped up another foot. [b]Edward-[/b] "May I come in? We can discuss the terms more in depth." Citain motioned him in for his mouth seemed to have evaporated of all moisture and his tounge felt like a dead herring. He pointed at a chair he could sit in, went and stoked the fire a bit, and fixed two glasses of cranberry juice. He handed one to Yanas and dranka large gulp of is own. His mouth immediately felt better. "If the terms are not good enough, I am allowed to offer a bit more, though not much." Citain tried to nod convincingly. [b]Citain-[/b] "Um... Well I have to admit that your offer is the best one so far. But I'm not sure I could let a farm that has been in my family for generations go so... so easily..." He sipped his juice and glanced up at Yanas. He was rummaging in the bag he had brought. [b]Edward-[/b] "I know I might seem straight forward, but I'm very interested in having this farm." He pulled out a cloth-wrapped item and placed it on the table. "I promise you that your house will stay, you can even live here if you want free of charge, but what I really want is the field. I'm prepared to offer this as well as what I have priviously mentioned." [b]Citain-[/b] "What is it?" [b]Edward-[/b] "Open it." Citain reached forward with a slightly shaky hand. He wasn't sure what the thing could be, but it felt powerful. He touched the cloth and a slight shock rippled its way up his arm. He jumped and glanced at Edward. He ouched the cloth again and opened it. It felt old and slightly moist, like it had been underground recently. The last fold of cloth fell away fo reveal an amulet of sorts. It was silver in a pentagonal like pater surrounded by a circle of red gemstones with flecks of blue inside. [b]Citain-[/b] "What is it..." Citain said again, transfixed and amazed by the aritfact. [b]Edward-[/b] "It's a relic from the gods. When it's worn the speed of the person is incresed by about two times, you can move twice as fast. We have unearthed several relics lately in this area and we wish to excavate your field. We will be covert and extremely quiet, as long as you don't ak too many questions." Citain gaped at the amulet. He was sure it was authentic. Many stories had been told to him by his parents of the great god relics left over from the great war, but he'd never seen one until now. "My offer is of the take it or leave it kind. Will you accept?"[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]Eh... Mine is just a simple image from [url=www.digitalblasphemy.com]digitalblasphemy.com[/url]. I believe it's called trinity2k2 or something like it. It's really a fun background and I keep finding new things in it. And if you look down at the lower right you can just make out the pruple side of Nates background from my minimized window.[/size][/color]

[color=#2f4f4f][size=1]Signups will remain open for the time being, but the RPG will be started in a day or so, probably within ten hours or so but I have to do a bit of practicing for my upcoming Jazz and Classical performances. [b]Accepted RPers-[/b] ? Kittychanann ? Raiha ? Arika ? yotska ? Gentle ? KairuHibiki ? KnightOfTheRose I don't normally do the next section, but for this I feel I need to justify myself in a way or two. [b]Rejected RPers-[/b] ? SilverCyclone --Your bio was simply not good enough. It's a variation on a story everyone on these boards has heard before. I don't mean to discourage you, because you obviously have a lot more writing talent then most of the RPers on the boards nowadays. It's just not what I was looking for. ? callmegoddess04 --Both you and Kitty sighned up as the same class. When compared, Kitty had the better bio. That's all I really can say. The RPG, like I said, should be up within ten hours to a day. Adios until then.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]CKY and Jackass stunts lost their novelty after about the fifth time I saw them sober. There's nothing better then pointless selfdestruction when you're under the influece of some liquid or illegal substance. However, when I cleaned up, it became extremely aparent that all these people are doing nothing but lowering the general IQ of the planet. None of their stunts do much for me anymore. I watch them and think that there is simply no sane reason people would do it. The only thing I really like about CKY is the Skeletor Video, and that's getting kind of old.[/size][/color] [quote name='XxLinkinParkxX']Dude how can anyone not love CKY the movies and the BAND there bolth amazing.[/quote] [size=1][color=#2f4f4f]Probably because people have different opinions of what is good/bad, funny/not funny, and good music/noxious crap. To answer the question, I don't think there is any way these idiots can take things too far. The worst they can do is kill someone with a ill-executed stunt, and it would just be an overall improvement for the world.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]I'm not going to make any announcements on who has gotten in yet. You've all, collectively, done an extremely good job. Signups will be kept open for a while longer. [i]yotska[/i]- Your bio is a tad dry. I've heard the story tons of times. Make it a little bit more spiffy. ??? [b]Name:[/b] Citain Ballazar [b]Age:[/b] 32 [b]Class:[/b] Farmer [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://www.perryandtsua.com/Xenogears/Billy_Lee_Black.JPG]Citain[/url] [b]Bio:[/b] Citain grew up in the care of his loving, albeit slightly out of childbearing years, parents. From the age of seven he had helped his father work in the fields growing corn for all the towns within walking distance. When he was fifteen, his father suffered a mild stroke and lost the use of his left arm. Citains hopes of leaving his family when he was of age were crushed, He stayed. When he was twenty, his father suffered another stroke that ended his life. His mother was heartbroken and sunk into a deep depression. Citain worked the fields, twice as hard now that his father was gone. His mother died three years later. She never recovered from her depression. Citain worked the fields. He is now thirty-two and barely keeping the farm alive. His love of his parents keeps him from selling to the ever insistant buyers that show up. But the profits are dwindling. He can barely afford oil for his lamps, much less food for his table. A decision is going to have to be made... And soon.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]I'm glad you're egtting help Emme. As for your drug problem, since you say you don't really like it then you should stop. I know it's not that easy. Marijuana might not be physically addicting, but it is psycologically addicting. That was my biggest problem when I stopped using. I was extremely bored with my life and everything just seemed better when I wa high. You might not like it, but you might find things more interesting when you're high and therefore don't want to stop on some subconcious level. Roxie's advice is a good one, try to avoid situations. And Roxie, a lot of drug users are greedy, but pot smokers generally want to smoke up with other people simply because it's more fun. Sure a good solo high is fun, but when you're with a friend things are hilarious.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f][b]??-[/b] "Not yet... Almost... But not yet..." ??? Allen sat straight up in bed. The hours had passed with ease he was unaccustomed to. Dreamless yet invigorating. He stood up slowly, letting his body adjust to the vertical position, and stretched. His back popped audibly and he grimaced. Getting old was a *****. Rubbing his back slightly, Allen made his way to the closet and opened it. He saw a grey jumpsuit with his name stitched onto the left chest region. Grimacing, Allen shoved it out of the way and located a white t-shirt and a pair of bluejeans. He slipped into them, put on a plain black belt, and headed for the mess hall. ??? Nicholas Wyler flicked off his laptop and smiled. Harsh actions were obviously not going to be needed today. The council had approved his participation on the Tiller Mission. He got up, slipped into a plain suit, and also headed for the mess hall. ??? Sam screamed in his cell.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]I was recently accepted into next years Comedy Sports team.[/color][/size] [size=1][color=#2f4f4f]It's basically a group of people that participate in events using improv and quickness of mind to make people laugh. It's great.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f][b]??-[/b]They threaten us, Corel. You know this as well as I." [b]Corel-[/b] "Allana... We can't simply destroy them because we see them as a threat, I will not have that hapen again... They are ours." [b]Allana-[/b] "Ours or not, they hold the power of Lo'Aund. It is not a force to underestimate. We never should have acessed it..." [b]Corel-[/b] "I already have the Tribunal installing Limiters in them. We have selected their birth places as far away from eachother as possible. They will never have contact with eachother." [b]Allana-[/b] "And what about [i]him[/i]?" [b]Corel-[/b] *sigh* "He will never emerge. The Tribunal has locked him away. The power of the Limiters is great." [b]Allana-[/b] "You have my faith Corel. Our mistakes are your responsibility." ~~~ "Deep in the lands of Miridia, a legend is passed down from generation to generation. When the flames are high and the woods quiet, the people speak of the gods of old. Benevolent and caring, they ruled from on high, watching over the world and it's grateful inhabitants. Then came a day when man turned his back on the gods. The gods, being loving and pure, tried to gain the hearts of man back. They gave bountiful harvests. They then made the herds plentiful. They gave to man beautiful stones from the earth. But man still turned away. A single man had appeared. He told the people of Miridia what the gods truely were. 'Nothing more than men!' was his sermon. 'Just the same as you!' was hisclaim. The gods flew in the skies in giant cities of metal and light. They used magic to control the climates pf the world. They used magic to grow the food in the ground. They used magic to create the humans of the surface in their mothers wombs. And the humans rebeled. The war lasted hundreds of years. But the gods, seeing that there was no other choice, facing almost certain defeat, destroyed the humans of the surface in a rain of holy fire. The gods roamed the skies for one thousand years, repairing the land below from the detruction they so idiodically caused. They remade Miridia into a beautiful haven. They then repopulated it. Once again creating the inhabitants of the surface world. But the man that so long ago had sewn the seen of destruction was not to be forgotten. He preserved his very being in a small artifact and hid it on the surface. The gods knew of this and searched for the relic. When they found it theyattempted to destroy it, but found it was using some of the same magic they themselves use. They kept it, making sure the artifact would never be opened again." -The Legend of Lo'Aund ~~~ Journal of Malak, Reaping, Year 461 of The Gods Entry Of The Full Moon- [i]The skies turned red today. They glowed like the freshly spilt blood of a calf. The women are afraid. The men are agitatated. We are unsure of what this means. Is it a sign from the gods? According to legend, a red sky signals the beginning of the end. Are we going to die?" ~~~ OOC: 1) The time period for this story is a medieval type world. Nothing much more sophisticated then a crossbow at first. As the story progresses that may change. 2) This story will most likely have quite a bit of bloody moments. I urge you not to join if you believe you will not be able to handle it. 3) I only want serious RPers. You will be dedicated. You will have excellent post quality (which means posts of good grammer, diction, and length), or you will not be allowed to continue. 4) If you are worried about plot, it will become far more apparent later on in the story. 5) Last but not least, dispite all these seemingly harsh rules, we are here to have fun. So let's get going. ~~ [b]Name:[/b] Nothing to exotic. [b]Age:[/b] 21 to 75 [b]Class:[/b] Everyone is a human. Classes are as varied as your minds (warrior, assasin, etc). But no magic. That also may come later in the game. [b]Appearence:[/b] Make it good. [b]Bio:[/b] I don't want an extremely long and dry collosuss of a bio that I'll get five minute into and want to quit. A nice medium length with a general overview of your character and their history will do nicely. ~~ Good luck and bad dreams.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]OOC: Sleep is for the weak... Or so I've been told... I should really show some weakness, but I'm not at all tired. IC: Nicholas Wyler flicked the off button on his small laptop computer with a distinct air of irritation. The launch was a go. That wasn't what was irritating. The small incident of the crew discovering the 'core' was just that, small. Perhaps it was a good thing they had found out sooner rather then later. But that wasn't it either. The ship was in perfect condition. Not a molecule was out of place, nor was a single system malfunctioning. That wasn't it. What was irritating was that Nicholas was having trouble securing his passage on the mission. He had told the crew of the Dominion he would be coming along on the mission. One way or the other, he would go. His commander wouldn't allow it. He had pleaded with the Red Party's council to go on the mission as an 'observer'. They had seemed slightly interested in a first hand account of how the new technologies they were implementing would work out. But his damn commander... He had spoken with them aswell. He had an assignment on Earth schedueled during the run of the Tiller Mission, as they called it. He was to infiltrate and become a vital member of a certain political cabinate in Europe. He had argued the invalidity of his current assignment with the massive amounts of information that could be gained by the one he wanted to partake in. It seemed he was losing. The council had promised to give him an answer within two hours. They had twenty minutes left. Nicholas flopped down on his bed and began planning his actions if he didn't get the answer he wanted.[/size][/color]

OOC: Please excuse the strangeness of the format. My computer is being an idiot. [size=2][size=1][color=#2f4f4f][size=1][color=#2f4f4f]Allen walked into his quarters and stripped. He was still bothered by the biological commputer core of the ship. So many things could...

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]I can obviously tell that you know ED's are bad for your body, Emme, but think of it this way... Your body is like a house. If you're constantly moving furnature in and out of it, not only do the entrances get messed up, but the inside takes a beating to. As for the marijuana, smoke always breeds fire, and the fire of addiction (psycological or physical) can be one hell of a furry creature to get off your back. My advice to you is to open up to your parents first and foremost. They [i]are[/i] your parents and they will love you and try to help you in every way possible. If you can't or are too uncomfortable telling your parents at this point, you should open up to a good friend. If they truely are your friends thwy will accept what you are going through and will want to help. The person that priviously abandonded you was obviously not a real friend. Emme, please try to get help. I'd hate to lose another friend to this.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f]Well, when I first signed up to OB, I was under the user ID 'DarkOrderKnight", Some of the older member might remember my prior name, some others because it's still my AIM handle. At that point I was into my satanic phase, not where I was a satanist, but where I couldn't get enough info about them. If facinated me. I started writing a short story, which I thought was good but after reading it just a few weeks ago found it was horrid, about a secret order in the Satanic Church called, go figure, The Dark Order. It was an interesting little thing, but I quickly stopped my obsession when my dad found a copy of the Satanic Bible in my room that I had gotten from the library. He went nuts, but chose to not tell my mom. I can't quite remember when I changed my name, I think it was the second time the staff opened up the option of name changes, but I do know it was difficult. So many people knew me as DoK, not to mention I'd gotten rather attatched to it myself, it was genuinely hard to make the switch to being KnightOfTheRose. I find roses to be extremely beautiful flowers, not to mention dangerous, I just had to imprint some of that mesmirizing beauty onto myself. I have several dried roses in my room, as well as a nice patch of wild roses in my yard. And in case there is any misconception, it happens frequently, I am a guy.[/size][/color]

[quote name='vicky][size=1][b]in fact I'd rather be in a car crash and come out with broken bones than go to school[/size'][/b][/quote] [color=#2f4f4f][size=1]I truely believe you should think before you speak. A car crash is nothing to joke about. I was in one in September of last year. I came out fine, but my mother, who was driving, suffered multiple breaks in her legs. She was in rehab for several months and has, [i]maybe[/i], 40% of her prior mobility. A few hours in a couple rooms is nothing compared to the pain, both physical and mental, of an auto accident. I know you're more intelligent than that statement. As for faking sick, just watch Ferris Buelers(sp?) Day Off. Pure brilliance.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=#2f4f4f][i]Well, I was hoping sweetreyes would post, but alas, she has not. I'll describe the medical bay then. Also, if anyone sees either sweetreyes or Dagger around, make sure to tell them the RPG is back up. They haven't replied at all to the PM I sent out..[/i] ??? [b]Allen-[/b] "Where'd Nicky go?" Trini shrugged. [b]Trini-[/b] "I think he left some time after we got to the mess hall, probably to go do some little damage control report. I don'tt hink we were supoosed to know about the ships 'computer'..." She shook her head. Allen grimaced. [b]Allen-[/b] "What were they thinking? It's a biological substance... Biological things tend to get sick." Van nudged Allen in the side. [b]Van-[/b] "That's probably one of our 'extracurricular activities'." [b]Allen-[/b] "Hmmm..." The hallways were wide. Wide enough for the three of them to walk side-by-side. Small screens showing the main menu of the ship were built into the walls at intervals. Small sensor boquets stuck out of the corners above these screens. They reached the elevator. Allen pressed the up button. [b]Computer-[/b] "Unidentified DNA, please state your name and rank." The three of them exchanged a look of surprise. [b]Allen-[/b] "Umm... Allen Chubbs, Captain." [b]Computer-[/b] "Voice print confirmed. Your DNA will now be accepted throughout the ship, Captain Allen Chubbs." The doors to a cylindrical elevator slid open. They stepped in. [b]Allen-[/b] "Third floor, right?" Van and Trini nodded. "Going up." He pressed the third floor button and blinked in surprise as the doors opened into the third floor hallway almost immediately. "Whoa..." [b]Nicholas-[/b] "Indeed." Nicholas stepped into view from just outside the elevator. "The elevators use anti-grav plating to move undetectably from floor to floor at great speeds." He looked over the three crew members. "Going to the medical bay?" [b]Van-[/b] "Yes we are, and where are you going?" He smiled his slimy lawyer smile. Van nodded. "With us, right?" [b]Nicholas-[/b] "Absolutely. This way please." He began walking toward the rear of the ship. "The first level is the smallest level. It has the bridge, the com room, the armory, and the medical bay." He pointed behind the group. "The bridge is that way. These two doors," he jutted his thumbs on either side of him, "lead to the com room and the armory. The door down there at the end is the medical bay." Van nudged Trini. They were both grinning. [b]Van-[/b] "I'm dyin', no pun intended, to get a look at this place." Allen glanced back and saw Van the happiest he'd been since they went to Sam's house a couple month before. He looked like a giddy schoolboy. Allen smiled back. [b]Allen-[/b] "Down boy, don't piss your pants over some rubber gloves and scalples." He pushed Allen forward a little and laughed. Nicholas cleared his throat, announcing they were there. [b]Nicholas-[/b] "There is some extremely fragile equipment in here, make sure you don't break anyth-" [b]Van-[/b] "I'm a doctor! I know how to be careful. Now open the door!" Nicholas sighed exaperatedly and passed his security card over the panel. The door slid open and Van rushed inside. Trini followed. [b]Allen-[/b] "So when are we getting security cards?" [b]Nicholas-[/b] "You won't be. After we take off, most of the doors will be set to detect human bio-signs and open whenever someone gets close. This is so the gaurds from the facility don't decide to screw around." Allen nodded and walked in. [b]Van-[/b] "My God! Look at it all, Allen!" To the immediate right were several raised beds standing on a singular support pillar. Each had a series of instruments hanging over it. They looked to be diagnostic and monitoring devices. The beds were coverd with a retractible plastic shield at where the head would rest. Behind the beds was a larde steel wall with about twenty 'corpse closets', also know as human body storage spaces. Each was marked with the biohazard symbol. Toward the back of the room was a large grouping of computer consoles and movable displays. They all showed the same medical center screen. Towards the beck left was a small enclosed room with two desks and two personal computers, for Van and Trini obviously. On the left side was a door, and towards the the entrance of the medical bay on the left side was a supply closet. An interesting sphere hung suspended about a foot from the tenfoot cieling in the center of the room. It seemed to be giving off the light for the room, but when looking at it all you could see was a simple white sphere. [b]Trini-[/b] "I've never seen such a facility on a ship before..." She was busy exploring the functions of the computer. "Allen! We can do quantum and temporal scans! This is brand new technology!" Allen was walking toward the door on the left. [b]Allen-[/b] "Cool... Hey Nick, what's this?" Allen knocked ont he windowless, hingeless, and latchless door. [b]Nicholas-[/b] "This is where your friend Sam Tiller will be spending the trip, or at least most of it. The door can only be opened by a card found in Van's desk. It's completely antigravity, Sam will be suspended in the center unable to cause harm to himself via the walls. There are four low yield plasma cannons placed on each wall that are targeted to shoot any non-human entities that they detect. The wast from the entities is then ejected into the matter bursts from the PIBPs (Plasma Injector Burst Pods) incenerating it instantly. It's a perfect system." He walked into the office and grabbed the entry card. He stuck it into a barely visible slit in the wall and pulled it out. Several mechanical clunks sounded all around the indentation, and the light grey door slid quickly up into the walls. [b]Allen-[/b] "Are you sure it's perfect?" Nicholas gave him a dry smile. [b]Nicholas-[/b] "I asked you to have a little faith, Captain. Please do so." Allen nodded and watched as Nicholas slid the card back in, the door decending back into place. He handed the card to Van. "Keep it safe."[/size][/color]