Corey

My 'curfew' is 11:00. I usually don't stay out that late. Once I went out for about three nights in a row untill 11:00. Maybe 10:30. My dad got all mad and started raving about how we don't spend time together even though my entire family just got back from a vacation. *shrug* Yeah, your curfew blows.

I got the idea off of this painting I saw one time. It was depicting this swampy, fire gas ridden wasteland with these random balls of fire spewing from the ground. They looked a lot like what I have in the avi. I tought that they would look cool in space. So i messed around for ten or fiteen minutes getting funky fireballs to work out and look good. Then i just added some random stars.

I signed up for this before but was rudely kicked out of the RPG for no apparent reason nearly a page and a half into it. But due to Raiha's constant begging (actually she threatened me an I caved), I'm back. --- [b]Birth name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Subject name:[/b] Schezar-Omnicron-696 [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Appearance before:[/b] Highly underwieght. Thinning, messy brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Bony features. Far too pale considering his outdoorsy attitude. [b]Appearance after:[/b] More of a normal weight but still on the skinny side. Hair and eyes have turned a very light shade of grey. Is still very pale. [b]Bio:[/b] Quite different from many other experimentees, I was given freely as a specimen by me parents. I was all for it. It would make me stronger and less of a 'Bully Magnet'. On the sixth of March, three days before my eighteenth birthday, I strolled casually into the facility. I announced his arival to the secretary and was immdeiately lead to a large room with reflective glass all around it. People were staring at me, I could feel them. I was stripped of all clothing and strapped down to a metal table. A cart of syringes was wheeled in and a tall man in a labcoat followed the nurses. A needle slid into my arm and I immediately began to feel groggy. [b]Dr. Vormir-[/b] "This is one of the first in our Omnicron series. The Omnicrons are dedicated solely to the advances in the human mind. This young man here will be gaining the ability of Telekinesis. We will have him wired into a monitor so you can see his brain adjusting as it happens. Now as soon as the medicine takes affect we can beg-" My eyelids dropped like a stone. Three days later, on my birthday, I awoke in a hospital. A nurse came in and looked at me. She marked something on a chart and told me I could leave. I stood up. I was slightly more muscular and quite a bit less skinny. I viewed myself in a mirror and noted a hair and eye color change. It startled me, but not as much as what I had expected to happen. I had expected to come out of the treatment buff and strong. All I saw was a slight improvement. I looked around, found my clothes and donned them. I walked out of the hospital and back to my house. As soon as I walked in the door my parents were on me. They hugged me and kissed me like all loving parents do. The looked me over and were puzzled. They asked me why I wasn't 'strong'. I told them I didn't know and that I remembered something about changing my brain somehow. My father walked away and muttered something that sounded an aweful lot like "Still a disgrace." Over the next few weeks my homelife slowly declined. Fights broke out often, things were thrown and broken. I began hating my parents. I had found that they had always seen me as a disgrace. I just was fed false love to keep from being completely useless. Over these weeks my enhancements began to assert themselves. Things would fall over as I walked past and noted them. Lost things were magically where they should have been. I didn't notice though... Exactly one month after the procedure it happened. My enhancements came fully alive. A transmitter embedded in my scalp gave the facility a signal. Five men from the facility showed up on my doorstep and asked for me. My parents said to take me. They could care less. The men grabbed me. I screamed at them and was punched by my father. My eyes changed from smooth grey to a bloody red. His skin was suddenly lying in a heap in the corner. All muscle tissue that was once on his body was flung across the room. He crumpled to the floor and looked at me with unmoving eyes before the light fell out from them. I flung my mother backwards and impaled her on a wall decoration. The two men that were holding me suddenly found their arms lying on the ground. I was stuck with a tranquilizer. I fell to the ground and was hauled back to the facility. Since I've been eighteen I have been stuck in this place. They have trained me to be a loyal servant. I'm not, but I play along. What else is there for me? I have nowhere to go. I have no one.

Name: Ruy Kami Age: 34 Race: Human Decription: See Above Attachment Bio: See Above Weapons: A blessed crossbow with tips of silver. Blood pellets, for attracting reapers. A variety of blades.

Better?

[b]Name:[/b] Jonas Artribidad [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 29 [b]Appearance:[/b] (see attachment) [b]Weapon:[/b] AK-47 with laser mount. Silenced SOCOM Seven grenades. Serrated six inch knife. One chaff gernade. One stun grenade. Three military issue MREs. One syringe of adrenaline. One 'Suicide Pill'. One flashlight (broken). Bullet resistant body armor. Temperature regulation bodysuit. Lock picking tools. [b]Nationality:[/b] German/American [b]Special Skill:[/b] N/A [b]Organization:[/b] First Government Deployment [b]Bio:[/b] When Jonas was young, he was shipped by his parent to relatives in the US. He grew up there, always yearning for the military. He entered and got top marks on infiltration, however accuracy with weapons in usually an issue.

Well first off, I couldn't make much sence of that capitalized atrocity. Second, I'd confront him. It really won't make complete sence untill you two sit down and talk about it. Get back to me after that.

My latest creations. Nothing special, I know. But I was bored so ha. [img]http://yerocsoor.250free.com/hatredavi.jpg[/img] [img]http://yerocsoor.250free.com/hatred.jpg[/img]

*sigh* I was beginning to feel sorry for them untill I found out that one of them set the fire themselves. Give the guys that did not start the fire your shoulder and your support, for they will definitly need both. And take Harry's suggestion to heart for the fire-starter. Anyone that plays with firecrackers in the house needs a little bit of extra guilt.

*yawn* Love Me Do by The Beatles always reminds me long car rides. When I was younger my mom would just take long cardrives to relax. So I would fall asleep. And she's a Beatles freak (therefore making me one) so it stuck.

I used to revel in the time I was left alone. Be it when my family ran to the supermarket or when they go out for the day leaving me alone. However, one extremely life-altering accident changed all of that. Right now my mother is in rehab, and will be untill late January. She will not be coming home untill then. I see her maybe three or four times a week even thought I talk to her on the phone every day I do not see her. Every time my father leaves the house I get a small anxiety attack. For he drives everywhere and said accident was motorvehicle related. I'm afraid of what might happen due to stupid and oblivious drivers. Right now, I would much rather have everyone in my family in my house than anywhere in the world. And as to the whole act of being in dependance, I am.

More Human Than Human by Rob Zombie (Actually White Zombie at the time) once reminded me of Jesus. But it no longer does.

"I've got a F and a C and I got a K too. And the only thing that missin' is a b!tch like U." Reminds me of this girl I used to know. If you were better at her in the slightest thing you were automatically hated. The song is (s)AINT by Marilyn Manson.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]I mean enslaving animals and making them fight?[/B][/QUOTE] Amen. That's how I saw it from the first time it went on the air.

Omlets are not a food. They are a dish, made of two or more things. Unless you eat just an egg omlet witch would be considered scrambled eggs or something. My favorite [b][i]FOOD[/i][/b] would easily have to be apples. Nice green apples. Firm, sour, and tart. Mmmmmmm..... Come to think of it, that's how my girlfriend is too. Minus the green... I can definitly cook, for I have for my family many times. I specialize in coocking Italian dishes, but I occasionally dabble into German and Mexican foods also. *shrug*

Indeed. This will be quite the interesting game.

OOC: I second that. ~~~ They drove through the sity streets in the old El Camino towards La Pinata Guzmans, the best burrito place in town. He picked up two burritos from the dimly lit inside, and ended up eating both of them. Graie didn't want them, though she thanked him for the offer. The fur on Jonas' hand had faded as they made their way to the restaraunt. They weren't in the best part of town, but it really didn't matter. They could both defend themselves. [b]Graie-[/b] "Where to now?" She looked at him with an amused expression on her face. He shrugged, clipping his seatbelt in and glancing at her. The light turned green. [b]Jonas-[/b] "I don't know. We could go see a movie." She smiled, leaned over, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "What waa that for?"

You forgot the whole, bathed in excrement and iceskated on the frozen floor. But other than that it was pretty interesting.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Vash's girl [/i] [B]thats ridiculous! if they're not happy with their work then quit! They pay you not us to do it right. Gollee...some people in this world..... I hate people who complain [/B][/QUOTE] Hypocrite... On a brighter note, that was so true. I never worked at a supermarket, but virtually everything there can be applied to my job. And to answer a prior question, she probably makes good money. That's why she keeps the job. I really don't like my job, but during the winter I'm pulling in $250 to $350 a week. I'll put up with not liking for that kind of money.

That made my morning. What a stupid and senceless reason to kill, if that's what truely happened. Stupididty is laughable always.

OOC: It's still no reason to disobey master Leh's rules... *rolls eyes* ~~~ The dusty, olive coloured El Camino rolled down the city streets. It was an old car, well past it's expected lifetime. Probably sixty thousand miles over. But Jonas did constant repairs, so the car ran. He edged the pedal down a little more. The engine rumbled and picked up a little speed, though it seemed reluctant to do so. He stepped on the brake and turned the wheel. The car idled into the local icecream shop. It was crammed. A couple people waved to the two in the car as they exited, but no one walked up to them. The line seemed to almost not move. It was at least ten minutes before they were at the register. [b]Jonas-[/b] "Two Slurpees please." The man looked at Jonas. [b]Attendant-[/b] "Yes?" [b]Jonas-[/b] "What?" The boy scoweled. He couldn't have been more than fifteen and obviously wasn't happy at this little ****hole job. It showed. [b]Attendant-[/b] "What flavors do you want." No salesman smile there. Jonas looked at the boy slightly menacingly. [b]Jonas-[/b] "Get me your manager." [b]Attendant-[/b] "I am the ****in' manager. What's your problem?" Jonas inhaled deeply, trying very hard not to lose his cool. He had aquired the DNA of a grizzly bear two nights ago, right after they had recieved their abilities. He was pulling a graveyard shift at work because he needed that day off. After he had aquired the animal, he went on his rounds. Nothing much was left for a janitor to do. The end of the day people had already picked up all the trash. He was walking across the portion of the zoo with the primates and saw one of the doors to the Primate House stading open. Curious as to why such a thing could be overloked, he walked inside. A group of early teens, the oldest probbaly about the age of Slurpee Boy, were sitting in front of the gorilla cage chucking pennies at the animal. It was becomming more and more enraged. He wondered why he hadn't heard it's bellows from outside. 'Hey' he had said. 'What the hell are you doing? Get the **** out of here!' The stood and pulled a few different kinds of weapons from their pockets. Knives, ball bearings with sligshots, and something that looked like a taser. He ran. The boys caught up to him and pinned him down. The one with the taser hit him with it in the arm. Jonas' eyes went wide with pain. Brown fur sprouted from his skin. His bones melted down and changed shape into the strong bones of a bear. His face pushed outward. His ears travelled up his head. His hair sucked into the top of his growing face. The boys were now standing about ten feet away, scared silly... Except one. One stood there with a look of pure hate on his face. 'Andalite' he hissed violently, not realizing that the bear had never been in Andalite form. And right before Jonas let out an earthshattering roar, he let a steel ball fly into the animals belly. Jonas roared, more with anger than pain. He reared up to his full ten feet and looked down at the Yeerk. {Leave.} The Yeerk dropped the slingshot and ran after his friends. Graie gripped his hand, eyes narrowed at the Slurpee Boy. [b]Jonas-[/b] "You should really think about changing your attitude you little ****." He looekd down to see a sprout of brown fur on his hand. He stuck it in his pocket and regained control of himself. "Let's get out of here."

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[b]Jonas-[/b] "I wish I had met you a year earlier. I would have had another year of seeing you every day all day, instead of a couple days a week for a few hours." [b]Graie-[/b] "Plus the whole illegal dating thing." He nodded grimly. [b]Jonas-[/b] "That's what we get for being two years apart. A Senior and a Junior. Stranger things have happened." She kissed him lightly again. [b]Graie-[/b] "Like a college Freshman and a highschool Senior?" They smiled. [b]Jonas-[/b] "Exactly. But unfortunately, I am at work. If I don't get back to cleaning this damn place I'll get yelled at. Soooooo, I'll see you at ten. Tell your mom I'm taking you out this time." He leaned in and kissed her lightly again. [b]Graie-[/b] "Ten. You better be there to pick me up, in your car this time." Graie winked at him as she moved away. The last time he had a date with her he had shown up on his bike. They had a good laugh, but she made him ride back home and get his car. Sara purred from behind him. [b]Jonas-[/b] {I'll tell Ron to hurry up and let you back in, sweetie. Maybe I'll sneak you some extra meat later. You deserve it.} She purred deeply and waltzed to the back of her enclosure. She layed down and drifted into a light sleep. Jonas speared a discarded container and put it in his trashbag. Work sucked.

He smiled. Graie always did have a thing for panthers. A small family was taking flashless pictures about a hundred feet away. They seemed exceedingly enthralled at her dangerous actions. People were funny. Jonas strolled casually over to the family, making sure his janitor hat was turned backwards. [b]Jonas-[/b] "I'm sorry folks. We forgot to close off this section of the zoo. It's almost closing time and were conducting a research study. If you would please move out of this area, we don't want to disturb the panthers. Thankyou." They left rather downtrodden, but without comment. With the spectators gone Jonas crept slowly behind the young woman. Fifty feet. She didn't even hear him, but the panther did. Her ears flicked as he stepped on a small branch, but the two didn't break their gaze. An arms length now. He reached out slowly and poked her in the ribs. She jumped and accidently reached her hand through the bars. Her right hand landed on the animals flank. It immediately began to purr. Graie gasped a little as she felt the panthers DNA surge into her body. "Boo." She turned around, taking her hand off the animal, and slapped Jonas rather hard. [b]Graie-[/b] "You little ****. I could have got hurt!" He smiled and rubbed his cheek. [b]Jonas-[/b] "Sara wouldn't hurt you. She barely growls nowadays." He reached through the bars and pet the panther lovingly. Graie kissed him lightly. [b]Graie-[/b] "When do you get off?" Jonas shrugged. [b]Jonas-[/b] "I've got to pay Neil back a hundred bucks. He covered my rent for this month. So probably not 'til ten."

[b]Robert-[/b] "Well ****..." He put down his book after reading no more than two pages. He thought it would be longer. Stoically, Robert stood and shook his tent from the inside, knocking off the sand. The zipper stuck slightly, but he was finally able to get out of the nice little tent. All traces that people had already been out this morning was wiped from the area. No footprints. No tire tracks. And no... Shed? "What the hell? Sam!" She swung her head quickly around. [b]Samantha-[/b] "What?" [b]Robert-[/b] "The shed got buried... We gotta dig it out before the machine fries... We don't have another one... Let's go!"