Geist

[color=blue] [b]Name:[/b] Corbin White [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Biography[/b] Corbin has been a member of the Tempest Gang since the day he was born. 4 years later, a rival gang killed Harry, his father. The gang leader was a good friend of Harry, so he sent a Rand to protect the teenage widow and her child. But Corbin wouldn?t allow the Rand to stay and he told him that he could protect his mommy by himself. The man laughed and praised the kid for his courage. Later, when Corbin was older, the Rand that was supposed to protect him, taught him how to survive in their dark city. Now, Corbin is a Rand himself and he has been sent to thank these strange beings for getting rid of the light, and the major authorities of the world. Also, if the invaders are weaker than they appear to be, he is to try to take them alive so that the Tempest gang will be able to take over using their weapons. [b]Opinion[/b] Whatever they are, Corbin feels grateful to the invaders, and a little curious about what they look like. If he can?t gain control, then he knows he?ll have to kill every last one of them. [/color]

[color=blue] I've had a dream where I was a girl, before. I can't remember much of it, but it was pretty strange. I had long brown hair and I was wearing a purple dress. For some reason, I was chasing another girl across the top of a moving train. I think I was a heroine in some sort of TV series. O_o? [center][u]The life of [b]Geistette[/b][/u][/center] I can't say what I would look like if I was a girl, but I would probably be a tomboy since I would hang around with boys a lot before I move from California. After I moved, I still wouldn't have very many girls to play with except for my baby sister, but she's not old enough to play very many games yet. I'd play a lot of basketball, football, and baseball, and I would try to play video games on the Sega Genesis since my friend is the first kid on our street to own one. I'm not sure if I would play it that much since I won't own one of my own for awhile. When my brother is old enough to go to a Boy Scout camp out with my favorite cousin, I'd be jealous for a little bit but I'm not 12 anymore, I'm a teenager so I won't cry. My sister would look up to me a lot more, so she'd probably want me to play dolls with her and when she's older, she would probably listen to a lot of the same music I listen to. (My music tastes would probably not change that much.) My "rebellious and depressed" phase would probably be a bit more volatile, and I would emphasise my mood by dressing in all black with black makeup, or I would spike my hair and wear torn up clothes. (That's another thing that would change about me. I would focus a lot more on clothes, but not to a ridiculous degree.) My mom and dad probably won't approve of my clothes and I'll end up trying to take my own life. However, because I'm a bit scared and not sure how to go through with suicide, I would fail and after a trip to the hospital, my parents would put me in therapy and think about taking away my Alice in Chains CDs. After all of the commotion is over, my mom and dad would put me and my siblings in a private school. I would freak out because the dress code for girls requires them to wear skirts. After much pointless arguing with my mom, I would enter the school in a dark mood. But it doesn't matter, I've already planned for this. While my brother and I meet at our lockers, he'll hand me an extra pair of pants from his backpack and I go and change into them. Someone will tell the principal about what I did and then he'll give me a lecture, but I'll tell him that skirts just make girls more noticeable to boys. Later, he'll have a talk with my parents and they'll agree with me and the school dress code might get changed. If not, then I'll be a quiet little shadow in a forgotten corner for the rest of the school year. [center][u][b]The End[/b][/u][/center] If I could choose to be a girl, I'm not sure if I would. I mean, if I was a girl, then people wouldn't expect me to be taller than my older brother. But then again, girl's bodies go through so many different stages and need much more care than boys. Also, there would be so many creepy perverts everywhere. Get away from me you sickos! If I could go through my life again as a girl, and be able to end it and go back to my normal time and gender whenever I wanted, then I would say yes just to see what it's like. I'm not sure I would want to be a girl if its was going to be permament. ([b]No offense to any of the ladies out there. You girls have it tough.[/b]) [b]EDIT: I don't know why, but now I feel like all of that actually happened to me. o_O[/b] [/color]

[color=blue] [i]Vale though about what Cassandra had said about Valerie's soul. "Valerie has always been the kindest child in our family. Why would Cassandra say something like that?" Vale looked over at James; the man Cassandra had told him "not to kill." he was still waiting for his question to be answered.[/i] "I'm not exactly sure how to answer that one, Mr. James...As Cassandra said, I'm a new vampyre so I haven't experienced much yet. I think I'll start off with the easier question first. When you change...how can I explain this? When you drink a vampire's blood it feels like there's something inside of you, something empty. Whatever it is, its emptiness seems to grow until your skin feels as if its about to burst and then its all replaced by a burning in your veins..." [i]Vale paused.[/i] "And then what happens?" "Darkness. Once they kill you, it feels as if you're in some sort of deep sleep, scattered around your cold body. You can still sense things, but not very well. Everything looks like it is behind a dusty glass window, and it sounds like your listening to everything from underwater. That's the best I can describe it. Before I answer your second question, Mr. James, I have some of my own. Why do you want to know all of this? I know you seem to be out to kill vampyres, but are you sure you don't secretly want to become one yourself? I'm sure I could help you with that, if you wanted me to." -------------- [i]Valerie woke with a start and fell back down onto a thin mattress. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they were shackled to some metal pipes.[/i] "Ah, you're awake, I see? Now, my dear, tell me all about yourself. What are you, and why did you try to attack me?" [i]Valerie looked to the far end of the room and saw a man in the shadows walking towards her.[/i] [/color]

[COLOR=blue] I'm a fan of metal, but I've really only listened to Guano Apes and a little bit of Rammstein. Pathetic huh? Do you have any new or old bands that you would recommend? here's the list of what I'm thinking about looking into right now. [U][B]Metal List[/U] Iron Maiden Metallica Dream Theater Queens Of The Stone Age Down Mastodon Sevendust Pig Destroyer Cradle of Filth Deftones Mudvayne Disturbed Coal Chamber Staind [U]Other[/U] Powerman 5000 Tool AFI The Used[/B] So if you can, tell me what you think of these bands or others. ([B]And please don't just list your favorite bands. Tell me why you like them, describe their style, and point out any great CDs of theirs. [CENTER][I]Did that sound too demanding? Sorry.[/I][/B][/CENTER] [/COLOR]

[color=blue] Well, I used to, (still do?) have a Bay Area accent, but I moved out to Louisiana when I was 7 and after 11 years, I'm still here. Would my accent change in such a situation? I've compared my voice to everyone else out here, and I sound a lot different from them. But then again, no one ever notices my accent. Has it gone away? I would ask Braidless Baka what she thinks, but she's British so she might not be able to tell. Speaking of the British...as stated before, why is it that Americans like English accents so much? I was watching a TV show where an English woman was in America, and someone said, "Don't you just love the way they talk?" :therock: England, forgive us. [/color]

[COLOR=blue] Thinking is a very dangerous past time. I try not to do it too often since it hurts my head so much. Do you usually write with that type of rhyming scheme? (There's a name for it, I know there is. >_

[COLOR=blue] Well, what can I say besides that it was delicious. You cooked it for just the right amount of time, (you didn't rush the story,) the texture(the descriptions) was great, and the meat(the plot and characters was one of my favorite parts of this meal. I did notice just a hint of cliche but it wasn't so much that it ruined the flavor. Also, judging by your appetizer(your poem,) I expected this to be an old-fashioned dish so I was really surprised by it's modern flavor(setting). I really enjoyed this meal, thank you Erinzyger-san. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] "Training for the fight?" [I]Aoi turned around in surprise at the voice and saw a girl putting her purple hair into a ponytail.[/I] "I'm Iris, from Digital Starlight. I'll be fighting your team tonight." [I]Iris wanted to shake hands, but Aoi just stared at her.[/I] "You don't talk much, do you? Well, see you at the tournament." [I]Iris walked out of the room, leaving Aoi alone to do her training.[/I] [I]Eli walked through the empty hallways, deep in thought. It was almost time for the tournament to start and his other teammates still weren't here. "Are they even going to show up?" He thought. He stopped at the sound of one of the school doors opening. He walked over to two teenagers who had just got out of the rain. After he put his hood down, the younger one noticed Eli staring at them.[/I] "Hey, Eli! Sorry that we're late." "Know, you're not late, Jack. You almost were though. What happened and where's Iris?" [I]The taller teenager shook hands with Eli.[/I] "I had some car trouble. And Iris said she was going to 'check out the competition'. She shouldn't be long." "Sorry to hear that, Silas. I'll go tell Aiko that you guys are here. Don't worry about the fight tonight, just have fun." [I]They nodded and Eli walked away to tell Aiko that his team was now ready for the tournament.[/I] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [B]Name:[/B] Miles Lupin [B]Age:[/B] 16 [B]Description:[/B] Blond hair and blue eyes like his sister, dark blue jacket, white shirt, khaki pants, white backpack, sometimes wears the uniform of the gang that kidnapped him. (I'll describe it later.) [B]Weapons and tools:[/B] Miles' kidnappers don't trust him with their tools and weapons so he has to ask for them before each job. He prefers using explosives whenever he can because his sister was always so interested in them. [B]Bio:[/B] When Ky thought that Miles was asleep and would read the story of Ars the Child Thief out loud to herself, she had no idea that her twin brother was actually listening with extreme interest like her own. He asked his sister many a time about her book and the equipment that she put together herself, but she would always avoid his questions. Miles was a little discouraged but he still didn't give up. Each night, when his sister was sleeping, he copied every word and diagram from the books she owned and studied them in secret. When he found a job with Eric the Keysmith, he made a copy of each key that was made in the shop in case he ever needed them. However, keeping all of those keys tended to be too hard and a bit noisy, so he taught himself how to pick locks. Miles lied to his sister about his work hours so he could take the time to practice all of the techniques from his copied books. Ky soon became suspicious about this because her brother wasn't bringing in the wages he deserved for all of his work. She tried to talk to him about this, but he said that Eric's method of paying his workers was different than everyone's elses. His answer didn't seem to satisfy her, but she stopped asking questions. Seeing that he was running the risk of getting discovered, Miles rushed through the rest of the chapters so he could steal something rare or valuable to impress Ky .Then he heard about the "Shoelace Gang" of Saturn Town who had earned their name by stealing shoelaces in their early days. Deciding they would be a pushover because of their funny name, he tried to steal the shoelaces off of the gang's leader while he was sleeping. But just as he was untying the last knot, a small explosive fell out of his pack and exploded. Angry but a little amused at someone so bold, the gang took him as their prisoner and promised that if he didn't try anything funny and earned their respect, then they would make him an honorary member. Wishing that he hadn't skimmed those last chapters, and seeing that he didn't have much choice in the matter, he agreed. Miles wishes he could see his sister again, but he doesn't want to break his word to the Shoelace Gang after he already lied to her about his job. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] Alright everyone, I know I said that I would start this a couple of days ago, but it will have to wait until after Labor Day. I'm closing the sign ups but if anyone else really wants to join, just send me a PM of your character and I'll think about it. Once I get back and start this, I'll PM all of the players. (If you still care by then.) [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [I]Eli held up a small rod and pressed a switch in its middle. Strobe lights on the top and bottom started flashing.[/I] "This is my 'Strobe Staff'. Would it be all right if I used it in the tournament?" "Sure. That should be alright. Anything else?" [I]Eli turned off the strobe lights and set his staff down.[/I] "Just one more question. Some of my other teammates still haven't arrived yet. Do you think we can wait for them?" [I]Aiko frowned.[/I] "I don't know about that, Eli. I'll think about it." "Alright, thanks. See you at the tournament." [I]The day was getting late. Eli ran off to meet Hanako at the dance floor to train.[/I] [B]OOC: I'm going to be busy until Labor Day. So Erinzyger or neoclone, can you control my character until I get back? Go ahead and start the tournament without me, I don't mind. :D[/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [I]Hanako shielded her eyes from the sun.[/I] "Yeah, I was up late last night. You know how it is. So...what did I miss?" [I]Eli set his backpack down and sat on the grass next to Hanako.[/I] "Nothing much, just an announcement about the upcoming fights. We'll be fighting first." "Oh, really? Against who?" "Goth Incorporated. I can't stand those guys." [I]Hanako nodded.[/I] "I don't like them too much, but you still seem to have some sort of grudge against them. What did they do?" "Well...I just don't like Goths in general. I'll tell you why after the fight tonight. Especially if we win, alright?" [I]Hanako nodded again and Eli pointed to the fireworks sticking out of her backpack.[/I] "You brought your weapons?" "What weapons? Those are my toys, remember? I always carry them with me. So, are we going to do any training today?" "Yep. Right after lunch we'll meet at the Digital Starlight dance floor. I'll talk to you later" [I]Eli stood up and shook hands with Hanako.[/I] "Alright. Good luck on the battle tonight." "You too. Oh, and Hanako. Try to stay out of trouble until after the fight, okay? I don't want those Goths gangin' up on me, okay?" "Sure. Don't worry about it. Bye, Eli." [I]Eli waved to Hanako as he left to talk to Aiko about the upcoming battle.[/I] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [B]OOC: I'm here! Forgive my absence, I've been a bit busy.[/B] [I]The young boy, James, returned to the pub with his answer from Cassandra.[/I] "Tomorrow night? I was hoping to meet with her sooner, but that will do. Thank you and here is something for your trouble." [I]Valerie gave James seven pounds and then she turned to the bartender. She dropped a stack of pounds on the counter.[/I] "That's for you if you'll inform me if any strange people stop by here. I'm sorry if we caused any trouble." [I]Valerie left the pub and Vale followed her.[/I] "Valerie, where are we going now? And why are you so eager to see Cassandra?" [I]Vale asked.[/I] "I'll tell you about Cassandra later, if at all. Right now, we need to go to the docks to look for anyone else like us. You'd be surprised at how many vampyres travel by ship these days." [I]Vale wasn't listening. He was standing in the middle of the street, holding his stomach.[/I] "I'm sorry, Vale. I forgot that you haven't even fed yet. We'll stop by the hospital first, okay?" [I]Vale nodded and followed his sister into the darkness.[/I] [I]Valerie and Vale watched as a man walked out of the front doors of the hospital. He looked like some kind of doctor.[/I] "Alright, Vale. Leave this to me." [I]Valerie ran silently out of the alley and tackled the doctor to the ground. He rolled onto his back and tried to stab her with some sort of needle. She dodged it and knocked it out of his hands. Ignoring what Valerie had said, Vale ran up to help her. Then, a light of a lantern shone their way.[/I] "Eh? What's this?" [I]Holding the lantern, was a police officer. Vale tried to run, but the bobby grabbed him by the collar.[/I] "Oh no you don't You're not..." [I]Valerie jumped onto the bobby's back and Vale ran away. He grabbed his whistle and blew it several times until she knocked it out of his hand. Just as she was about to bite the bobby's neck, Valerie slipped off his back and fell to the ground unconcious. The bobby turned around and looked at Dr. Piers who was holding an empty needle in his hand.[/I] "Are you alright, Dr. Piers? What were those things? They didn't look human, that they didn't." "Yes, I'm fine. Help me get this girl to the hospital. I'll be able to find out more there." [I]Vale's heart would have been pounding, if it was still beating that is. Several bobby's were chasing after him, but he managed to give them the slip. He found a large mansion that he could hide in for a little while and broke the window. Just as he was about to climb inside, he sensed someone behind him and turned around.[/I] "Cassandra?" [B]Ouch! heavy, heavy editing. :([/B] [/COLOR]

[QUOTE] [B][color=#707875] I personally don't fit into any of the stereotypes that are listed above. And I must say, I don't think very many people do. I mean, when you look at what someone wears...you might stereotype them into one group. But if you actually knew them (and all sides of their personality), you might think a bit differently.[/B][/color] [/QUOTE] [COLOR=blue] But how do people define what they wear by music? Is there some rule that I don't know about that states each genre of music must have it's own dress code? If I were to dress according to the different types of music I listen to, I would look...strange. How would kids that listened to classical music dress? [B]And James, down in the swamp I live in, people actually [I]want to be known by those stereotypes.[/I][/B] A Hot Topic store opened up in our mall a while ago and now people are wearing chainbelts, dressing in black, hissing, and calling themselves Goths. I guess it's Halloween everyday for them. ;) [/COLOR] [QUOTE] [B][color=#707875] I am how I am...and that's about it.[/B][/color] [/QUOTE] [COLOR=blue] You're just like Popeye! :eek: (I'm just teasing. :p) [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [I]Walking back from the announcement, Eli got a lot of comments on the upcoming fight. Most of them were negative though, and that upset him a little bit.[/I] "Why doesn't anyone think I can do this? Is it because I dress a bit differently? Oh well, I can't let it bring me down right now, I have a fight to prepare for. But first..." [I]Eli pulled a small remote out of his backpack and pushed a large, blue button. Everyone stopped as the lights went out in the school and black lights took their place. some of the students were shining, but he shined the most. He pulled out his Skyliners and was about to write a message when he heard Ms. Mitoko's yell from somewhere in the hall.[/I] "Eli! Turn on those lights at once!" "Yes Ms. M!" [I]Disappointed because his chance for fun had been ruined, Eli put his Skyliners back in his backpack and was about to do as Ms. M said when he saw a group of people walking towards him that the black lights didn't affect. It was Goth Incorporated. A shiver went up his spine as they walked by and glared at him. He restrained himself from doing anything and just glared back. He wanted to make them pay for last year, but it could wait until the fight later tonight. He turned the normal lights back on and looked around the room.[/I] "Has anyone seen, Hanako?" [I]No one answered him so he just put on his headphones.[/I] "...These arms lack a purpose, floating like a hummingbird. I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left eye, you're the right. Would it not be madness to fight...?" [I]He mumbled to himself.[/I] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] Well besides being paranoid, my only real fear is of losing myself or being trapped in my own body. I don't know why, but it freaks me out that I might get amnesia or fall into a coma. I don't know the name of either of these phobias but they're not serious. Too bad they aren't, a padded room sounds pretty nice right now. That way, They won't be able to get me... [B]EDIT: I looked through that phobia site and I found one of the names of my phobias. It's Amnesiphobia. I also found a new phobia of mine. Bolshephobia. I don't know what a Bolshevik is, but it scares me. O_o Also, they have some pretty funny phobias on that site. Dutchphobia sounds made up, and I just find it funny that the name for the fear of long words is a long word itself. How are people with Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia going to find out what phobia they have? *reads post* Boy, I used the word "phobia" a lot. Do I get an award for that?[/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] Well, my favorite songs change depending on what kind of mood I'm in. Also, I have a broad taste in music so I'll try to keep it down to one style. In no order whatsoever, here are some of my favorite songs. [B]America[/B] - Simon & Garfunkel A song about a trip across America with a girlfriend. I'm a big fan of Simon & Garfunkel and I had trouble choosing this song. Paul Simon is a good songwriter. His lyrics are so descriptive, and his harmony with Art Garfunkel is great. (I can't help thinking of those two artists as one person.) [B]Knockin' On Heaven's Door[/B] - Bob Dylan I almost chose Mr. Tambourine Man instead of this one. (I hate the Byrds version of that song, Bob Dylan actually puts a bit of emphasis on the lyrics.) Although I usually try to avoid picking the most well known songs of an artist, after listening to it again I had to put it up here. I've never heard any other versions of this song, but Bob Dylan does an excellent job on it. (I'm also a big Bob Dylan fan, if you couldn't tell.) [B]Another Brick[/B] - Pink Floyd I don't know exactly what makes me like this song. I can't decide if it's because of the main singer, the eeriness of the children singing near the end of the song, or the irony of the improper english throughout the lyrics. [B]Jed's Other Poem (Beautiful Ground)[/B] - Grandaddy The best song, (I think,) on their Sophtware Slump album, and the second song about Jed the Humanoid. I love the strange distortion at the beginning and it has that great, dream-like sound that most of their other songs have. I can't wait to see them in concert. [B]We Use the Pain[/B] - Guano Apes This strange song is not the heaviest one in the album, but it's not the softest either. (They have quite a few soft songs.) Sandra, (the singer,) is very talented. She'll be singing softly one minute in "Rain", and yelling in "Wash it Down" the next. Also, she can sing in English without an accent. (She's German. When my cousin first showed me the song, "Lords of the Boards", I thought she was an American guy.) *Looks through list.* Uhh...forget what I said about sticking to one style, 'kay? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [SIZE=3][B]Rumbumbalo Annual Festival: The First Millennia[/SIZE][/B] [I]Once a year, in the town of Goobly, a festival is held to celebrate the picking of the large Rumbumbalo fruit. To the Gooblians, this delicious fruit is a necessary part of life. They use it for food, makeup, medicine, soaps, and to lift their spirits. It is large enough to feed the whole town, and this year, the mayor has said that the harvest should be especially plentiful for the first millennium. Also, it has long been said that if you stand under the Rumbumbalo fruit and touch the trunk of the tree when you make a wish, it will come true. (There's a warning to this legend as well. They say that if your wish is evil, a Rumbumbalo fruit will fall down and crush you.) Finny has wished under the Rumbumbalo tree for as long as he can remember, but it has never worked for him. Maybe it will work this time? It is the first Millennium Celebration after all...[/I] (As always, there are a few things you must know before you sign up for this RPG. [B]1. It takes place in a semi-medieval time. 2. The Goobly people are like human-size fairies. 3. I didn't try to make a set idea for this world, so feel free to describe whatever you like as long as you keep these things in mind: a: There is only one Rumbumbalo tree. b: The village of Goobly is quite large and the houses are brick with straw roofs. c: Goobly village is on an island that could probably be described as tropical. Thank you for your patience. I'll need a few people to be friends with my character. If you have any questions about this RPG, send me a PM. Look below for what you need to sign up.)[/B] [B]Name:[/B] (Please don't use common, or Japanese names. I would suggest you choose a Celtic or English name. Original names would also be good but they're not required.) [B]Age:[/B] (Please try to keep the ages young.Like from 10-15 or 17.) [B]Gender:[/B] [B]Description:[/B] (Don't forget the colored wings and the pointy ears.) [B]Background:[/B] (Please put some effort into this. You don't have to write a book, I just don't want to end up with any fortune cookie backgrounds.) If you're still confused, (which you probably are,) then look below at my sign up for an example.) [B]Name:[/B] Finton "Finny" Merle [B]Age:[/B] 11 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Description:[/B] Dark blue hair, green eyes, pointy ears, rosy cheeks, blue and green wings, pale blue tunic, always carries around a leather bag of tools, a silver flute, and a tall metal rod [B]Background:[/B] Finny wants to be a soldier like his father, but that dream ended with his apprenticeship to Lorne the Lamplighter and earned him the nickname, "Little Lamplighter". Disappointed, he turned his passion to inventing. However, with the arrival of the first millennium for the Rumbumbalo tree, he feels that things will finally be different. (If you still have questions, just send me a PM. :D) [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [B]OOC: I know they're not called, "barkeepers" in England. Does anyone know the real term for them?[/B] [I]The black carriage slowed down and came to a halt in the middle of a small town.[/I] "I don't see any stables around here. It looks like we'll have to get out and search on foot." [I]Valerie said as she looked through the window.[/I] "You and Vale go and search for her. Nicholas and I are already late for our report." [I]Valerie nodded and she and Vale exited the carriage. After it drove off, they entered a pub just across the street.[/I] "What can I get for ya, miss?" [I]The bartender asked.[/I] "Do you know of a young girl by the name of Cassandra?" [I]The entire room hushed as if it was holding its breath. The bartender whispered to her.[/I] "I might have. What do you want her for?" "She's an old friend of mine and Its been a long time since I saw her. So you know where she is? May I speak to her?" [I]The bartender glared at Valerie and Vale.[/I] "That's up to her to decide. What did you say your name was miss?" "I'm Valerie Allard and this is my younger brother, Vale. She'll know who we are." [I]The bartender called over a boy who looked like he was just shy of thirteen.[/I] "Yes, Mr. Sam?" [I]The boy asked with a mock salute.[/I] "Go tell Cassandra that she has a couple of visitors that want to speak with her, James. Their names are Valerie and Vale Allard." [I]James saluted again and ran off down the cobble street to deliver his message.[/I] [/COLOR]

[size=1][b][color=333366] Lalo stepped away from his teammates so that he would be able to use his mace and chain without worry of injuring any of them. The group waited for two more rustles and then they all converged their attacks on the sound. It was too late, however. The mysterious foe was already moving through another part of the brush. As Lalo pulled back his mace, something struck him in the back of his armor, almost knocking him over and causing his health to decrease by a small amount. He readied his mace for another throw and eyed the rustling trees. "Whoever they are, they like to play around. They could have killed me but they held back. What do you think they're up to?" "I'm not sure." Joshua replied. "Keep your guard up, everyone." Lalo took another shot with his weapon, but it missed and crushed into a tree trunk. "I'm sorry, Joshua. It looks like I'm not going to be very helpful unless you can try to slow them down." Silth grinned and readied another arrow. "Leave that to me..." [/color][/b][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DevilzAdvocate [/i] [B]O.K. so some of my questions have been answered which i have found interesting just one more qeustion, if you can answer it i will be satisfied, if we landed once why oh why havnt we ever gone back?? this is our moon the thing we see in the sky why havnt we gone back to do more research on it?? [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=blue] This question seems pretty obvious to me. It's a giant, white rock. What is there to research? And who would want to spend the money to go to a boring white rock when there's a much prettier red rock to explore? Also, if people really landed on the moon, then where are all of the aliens? [B](Don't even try to answer that question. I know that you are all Government A.I.'s programmed to test my mental stability and psychic capabilities.)[/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [I]Vale heard the sound of a horse's hoofs hitting soft dirt and turned around just in time to see a young lady riding off into the darkness. He didn't know why, but there was something...familiar about her.[/I] "Could she be...Cassandra?" He whispered. "Vale, come on! If we don't hurry, we'll miss the carriage!" [I]He turned back around and caught up with the others.[/I] [I]By the time they had reached their rendevous spot, there was no carriage waiting for them, nor were there any signs that a carriage had even passed through the area. Valerie leaned over and picked up a bouquet of red roses.[/I] "It appears that our ride has not yet arrived. We still have some time, Vale. Take some of these roses and follow me." [I]Vale followed Valerie to four, large and richly decorated tombstones in the middle of the graveyard. The names from left to right read, 'Valerie Allard, Samuel Allard, Gawaine Allard, Vale Allard'. He watched as his sister sat down in front of his tombstone. She sat and thought about her brother's funeral. She was glad that it was done at night, or else she wouldn't have been able to see it. There was someone else like her watching as well that night. She had sensed it after she drank from the man who had the nerve to walk out of her little brother's last rites. It was Cassandra, she was sure of it.[/I] "You were a good kid, and a wonderful brother, Vale. I'll miss you." [I]She whispered as she set a rose down in front of his tombstone.[/I] "What are you talking about, Valerie? I'm right here." [I]Valerie stood up and moved over to the next tombstone.[/I] "I was referring to your past life, Vale. You're a different person from who you used to be. I accepted that even before I became a vampyre. You realized this, didn't you?" [I]He nodded and followed Valerie as she layed down her roses. He did the same and they both headed back to Charlie's group.[/I] "Soon we'll need to have Nicholas' tombstone there as well. I think I'll have you take care of it, Vale." [I]Vale stopped and stared at his sister aghast.[/I] "I'll explain later." [I]She said. When Valerie and Vale got back to Charlie and the others, a black carriage with ink black horses was already waiting for them.[/I] "Are you two ready now?" [I]Charlie asked impatiently. Valerie nodded.[/I] "We won't be going back yet though, I want to search for Cassandra first." [I]Charlie glared at her.[/I] "She'll be a great help to us. If we can find her, then he will be very happy." [I]Charlie sighed.[/I] "If you put it that way, then we'll search for this, 'Cassandra' that you always speak so highly of. But how are we going to find her? We don't even know where to start." [I]Vale pointed in the opposite direction of the carriage.[/I] "I saw her riding off that way. At least...I think that was her." [I]Valerie patted him on the shoulder.[/I] "Good job, Vale. let's go." [I]Charlie, Nathan, Valerie, and Vale stepped into the carriage and rode off. Matthew and Corin stayed behind.[/I] [B]OOC: I'm sorry Tix, but I won't be able to give you an intro until you get to England.[/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [B](Apologies to Solo Tremaine)[/B] [/COLOR] [B]I just wondering if any of you who are married have actually met.[/B] [COLOR=blue] As far as I know, Bakaness and I have never met in real life. And we probably never will since she lives in England and I live in the U.S. I doubt I'll be able to visit England, but who knows? Maybe BB will be able to study in California. :D [/COLOR] [B]When did you guys decide you wanted to get married?[/B] [COLOR=blue] If you want the date, just look below. As for the reason...Bakaness and I began to PM each other more and more frequently, and then we started on AIM. I found out that we have a lot of the same interests, so I was thinking of asking her to marry me, but she ended up asking me first. (Girls on OB seem to do that a lot, don't they?) She can fill in any details that I left out if she wants. [/COLOR] [B]I was also wondering who are some of your favorite married couples...[/B] [COLOR=blue] I haven't been paying much attention to any right now. The only couple I know anything about is, Bakaness and I. I like our relationship of course, but I think a better question would be, who is your [I]second[/I] favorite couple? [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [B]OOC: I know I haven't been taking very good care of this RPG lately, but that's because I've been very busy and I won't be able to post and continue the story until monday or tuesday. If you already have an idea for a post, then go ahead and put it up. But, if you're stumped, and you need me to point out a direction for you, then wait until I get back. I'll PM everyone once I return. I'm sorry for the inconvience. :([/B] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=blue] [B]Name:[/B] Valerie Trina Hughes [B]Age:[/B] 14 [B]Activity:[/B] Voice - Female [B]Description:[/B] Chin-length blond hair with red highlights, green eyes, round nose, pierced lip, three piercings on her right ear, wears a jean jacket over a red shirt with "Take No Survivors" printed in blue on the front, black fingerless gloves, dark blue baggy jeans, and black boots [B]Bio:[/B] Valerie was a very happy child early in her life, and she always expressed it in song. This talent was passed down by her father, Alexander Hughes. But one day, Valerie came home to a crying mother and found out that her father was dying. She visited him in the hospital and talked and sang with him for hours until his voice slowly faded and he passed away. With no men in the house any longer, Valerie took up different styles of fighting to protect herself and her mother; her favorite so far, is Kendo. However, she never lets her training get in the way with her father's wish: to never stop singing. She is currently looking for a punk or metal band to join, even though her mother thinks that she would be wasting such a beautiful singing voice. [B]Schedule:[/B] 1st Period: Homeroom - Mr. White 2nd Period: Art - Mrs. Denko 3rd Period: S.S. Mrs. Bacon 4th Period: Gym - Mr. Brown 5th Period: Ms. Kim - Math 6th Period: Mrs. Scott - Science 7th Period: Lunch 8th Period: Art - Mrs. Denko 9th Period: Homeroom - Mr. White [B]Items:[/B] A plain red backpack, text books, pencils, throat lozenges, an electronic tuner, a notepad for writing lyrics, a bokken, and a shinai [/COLOR]