Mist

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=deeppink] [size=1] Somedays all I listen to is filipino or latin.. [/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1]Ha! There [i]is[/i] someone who knows how to spell filipino! It's a friggin' miracle! (I'm filipino, but you knew that already...)[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] That's pretty good! Keep going![/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Would this happen to be the Reflections that have to do with anything about art or writing? If so, I'll be participating in it.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DaRicanRhyno [/i] [B] Ne way, peace! Word. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] God, help us. They have already begun to invade...^^ Anyway, there's no doubt that Linkin Park is a great band; one of my favorties, actually. I just don't enjoy their 'new' sound (I.E. Reanimation) as much as I did their old. Actually, I think that Reanimation was a genre target. You know how when someone hears the words Linkin Park, then you brain usually processes as "Alternative/Rock". I think they're trying to reach the rap and hip-hop industries as well, by using underground artists (Kut Masta Kurt), while still clinging to their home genre. (Aaron Lewis). Basically, they're aiming for a larger audience and more record sells. ^^[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I'm not in the least bit popular at my school or on the internet, although I'm not exactley a nerd either. I'm just one of your average people, I guess you could say. I don't hate popular people just because they're popular. I would only hate them if they gave me a reason to.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by genkai_yyh [/i] [B]... looking at Aries and Vegitto4 and Mist like "WOW! Look at all those posts!!!!". [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I'm pretty sure I'm flattered, but I may be wrong... I found the boards all by myself. *Insert Pamper Diaper commercial theme now* I actually had been browsing a ring of my friend's, and one of his links was OB. Out of pure curiousity, I checked it out, and here I am. ^^[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Jaster set his jaw as he and two other Head Hunters left the drop ship. "Damn thing is too slow...Kwaz! Get me Montross on helmet comm!" The head hunter nodded, and began to get to work. Jaster looked over the battlefield bewildered. "I thought that they said there was no organized army..." he mumbled. "Sir," Kwaz intterupted, "I have Montross on comm." Jaster nodded. "What the hell is going on!? I thought they didn't have an army." Jaster called into the comm. "I know," Montross called back, "but we were wrong. I'm here with Jango. He's surrounded by natives. I'm going to air lift over to your squad." Jaster sighed. "Is he going to bring trouble here?" he asked, practically shouting. "Most likely." Montross added simply. "Do you need corrdinates?" Jaster asked. "We got them already. We're heading over now." Jaster nodded. "We're going to move. Hurry up and get over here." Jaster licked his lips when the commm buzzed off, and turned his eyes to the sky, while ordering some of his squad to guard the compound. "We stay until Montross and Jango are here. They minute they are: we move!"[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Trust seems to be a very touchy subject these days. Although I do believe in trust, I agree with DeathKnight that it's not the kind of deep, loving trust. I don't think that kind of trust is around anymore. (And if it is, it's tainted...)[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SSJGoten [/i] [B]Yes! High-five! [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1]*high-fives* ^ . ^ On reanimantion, there's a few good re-makes, like Crawling and My December, but you're right, they [b]are[/b] leaning towards rap more these days. It's a shame, really.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Aeris awoke slowly, her eyes under the pressure of the beating sun. She tried to turn-over, and fell of the small bed she had fallen asleep upon. She laughed at herself after a large [i]thud[/i]. "Reminds me of something Tifa would do..." she said, chuckling. She stood up slowly, and grabbed her clothing. She shook her long, flowing honey brown hair out of it's loose bun, and sighed tiredly. After a quick shower, and change, Aeris garbbed the door handle and flung herself out into Miggar's streets. She smiled as she walked past those of poor fortune; she was going home. After the 'defeat' of Sephiroth, Aeris had been granted a wish by the Earth. She would never tell anoyone of what really happened, but she would not lie as such either. She strode carefully to the subway station, looking to take a memory re-vamp in sector seven. She had never really payed tribute to all who died there, and she had planned to do so before she went off looking for her former companions.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tigervx [/i] [B]Sounds retarded, sorry, but it does. I mean, its like "My7 blade thingy will hit yours and yours will explode! hahaha!" it just sounds really idiotic. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] And I'm guessing you've never seen the show in your life and just going with the majority of public opinion. From what I've seen of the show, I don't think they've ever said anything like that. (If they had, I would've hated the show along with everyone else! ^^)[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dragon Warrior [/i] [B]Hmm... yes, Mist. Your ideas intrigue me and I wish to learn more...[/b][/quote] [color=crimson][size=1] Why, thank you. *bows slightly*[/color][/size] [quote][B]Problem 4 You just went to your mailbox, opened a letter and found out you won a brand new house. Curious, you go to see what you got. The people bring you to your new home. It turns out to be made up of bubblerap. They take you inside, lock the bubblerap doors, and look at you with an evil grin. They grab hold of zippers that appear at the top of their heads and pull down. The human suits were diguises for GNOMES! The gnomes surround you and take out electric toothbrushes. What do you do? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I'd call for my super-hero buddy Super Man to get me the hell outta there![/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DarkOrderKnight [/i] [B] #3- I would ask Mist (OB) why she is leaking my name to individuals named Sirven. ;) [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] *blinks and runs*[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SSJGoten [/i] [B]I prefer my good ole' Hybrid Theory over Reanimation. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I think I have finally met someone who has an inkling of common sense...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Where do I begin....where do I begin... 1) Like Mnemolth said, your structure is completely thrown off. Your span of vocabualry was also very narrow, and although you did a [i]great[/i] job on rhyming, the shortness of it didn't compliment such. 2) It sounded too much like a rap. Most songs [i]start[/i] as poetry, but I just hate rap. (Opninon, not complaint! ^^) 3) It's an interesting idea, honestly, but if you had made it a bit longer, then you would've brought it out in full. [b]Rating:[/b] 6/10[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Legend of the Drunken Master was hiliarious! But to the point: I'm definitly going to see the Tuxedo for two reasons: 1) My dad is a huge fan of Jackie Chan. 2) [b]I[/b] am a huge fan of Jackie Chan! Althought Jennifer Love Hewitt will be in it (whom I hate with a strong and deep passion, by the way...) I'm pretty sure it'll be great.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] First, I would like to mention that I read "The Monkie's Paw" last year, and it scared me too much...*shudders* Anyway, I don't believe in destiny in the least. Destiny is like religion: it's a boundary; and explanation for things we can't comprehend or understand. Some humans can't except that threy have total control of their bad luck or such, and that they have the power to change it. In other words, I think destiny is just a big excuse for the lazy...[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dragon Warrior [/i] [B]Er... well... I wouldn't be there because I'm a guy and I don't play softball ^^ [B]Problem 3[/B] It's Christmas time and your waiting for Santa to come down the chimney. It's about 12 in the morning and your getting tired. So you grab a beer, drink it, and sit the half drunken bottle down on the side table and fall asleep. You wake up from a noise. It's Santa... and he's chugging your booze! Now he's totally drunk (yes, Santa gets drunk off just a half a bottle) and wants to pick a fight with you. What do you do? Bad, Santa. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I'd kick the little jolley man's ***. He didn't get me that paint set I wanted [i]last[/i] Christmas.[/color][/size] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=deeppink] [size=1]Problem #...??? [i]You're trying out for softball. The coach really likes you. She thinks you're the best player on the team... blah..blah... Just then, she tells you to go up and pitch your 'world famous underhand throw'... You throw the ball... The ball flies past the umpire, and hits your coach's new car.[/i] What would happen, and what would you do? :D[/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I would throw another softball at it. You're already dead; why not live life while you still have one?[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Hideki [/i] [B]Euw! I can't beleive you like Spikes japanese voice. It's just....not spike:flaming: [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] Technically, it [b]was[/b] Spike's voice;[/color][/size] [quote]I didn't like Eds voice either. It just didn't fit Ed either;) [/quote] [color=crimson][size=1] You've gott be crazy! Ed's japanese voice was [i]great[/i]! [/color][/size] [quote]Faye, Jets, Julia and Vicious' were ok though. [/quote] [color=crimson][size=1]Jet, Faye, and Vicious' voices I had no problem with. I liked Julia's japanese voice alot, although I cannot [b]stand[/b] her dubbed voice! I just thought a character like Julia deserved a more silky, honey-like tone; much lighter than trhe one she was given, ya know?[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I hear getting praise from you is hard, Cera. Thanks; I'm glad you enjoy what I'm doing. Third chapter will be up sometime soon...[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Lady Macaiodh [/i] [B][COLOR=darkblue]no one is ever really safe, though. you could have a heart attack, or die in an accident, or... practically anything.[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] Of course no one is ever really [b][i]safe[/i][/b], but I was implying that I [i]felt[/i] safe.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1]I'm glad you like it, my dear Watson... *~*~*~* Disclaimer: Harry Potter and/or anything related to the series do not belong to me. (Except the twisted plot I am devising for my own cure to boredom.) ::Eats marshmallow:: *~*~*~* [B]Chapter One: Of Dreams and Arrivals[/B] *~*~*~* ?Molly!? A very mussed Mrs. Weasley dragged her feet slowly down the stairs at her husband?s hurried call. Her red hair was slowly fading to gray, exhibiting her years as an at-home mom. Her worn bathrobe was a foot short than it should have been, and her house slippers had tiny little holes torn in many places. She walked into the kitchen quietly, seeing her husband in his also worn robes, his eyes wide in disbelief as he read the newspaper hastily. Ron, Fred, and George were outside, from what Mrs. Weasley could see from the kitchen window, de-gnoming the garden once again. She shook her head, turned around and opened the cabinet door on the wall, and pulled out a breakfast pan. Mr. Weasley seemed to notice his wife?s presence just then, because he called out her name in distressed panic. ?What is it, Ar-Oh, Sweet Merlin?? [b]Attack on Gringotts: Sixty Dead![/b] [i]Article By Heather Brann ?This is an outrage! The Minister of Magic must take action right away. Sixty lives had been severed due to his and the Ministry?s lack of action.? -David Collins, Head of Gringotts Accountant System Whether this really is the Minister?s fault or not, one thing is for sure. Sixty, thirty men, twenty-eight women, and two children, are dead. The magical community is in an unaltered wave of shock, and disbelief. But the question is: What happened? Last night, July 6th Friday, both Central Security Branches of Gringotts for Australia and the city of Cairo were attacked by what is believed to be the work of those who are called Death Eaters, the estranged ?lackeys? of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Both incidents were conducted at the same time, but the hour difference is due to time zones, so this is a debated fact. Regardless of the time, thirty Death Eaters stormed the Australian branch, as twenty took the Cairo branch. In the Australian branch, the more devastated section of the two, the apparent goal was to breach security, and shut down all Pacific Ocean area Gringotts accounts. The Death Eaters stormed the compound, killing security guards, employees, and etc. A similar situation took place in the Cairo branch. No account(s) were shut down; Ministry Aurors and surviving Security Guards subdued the attack, but at the expense of many lives. Action is demanded, apparently, by most of the wizarding community, so Mr. Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, will be under much pressure. He will be holding a public square meeting by Flourish and Blott?s in London?s Diagon alley on July 28th.[/i] Mrs. Weasley shook her head in incredulity. She placed a hand on her husband?s shoulder, who put his own hand over hers. He sipped a bit of his coffee, and stood up. He pecked his wife softly on the cheek. ?I guess this means I better get to work quickly.? He sighed, tying his shoes on. Mrs. Weasley nodded. ?Be careful, dear. Do you know what time you?ll be home?? she inquired, picking up the frying pan that she had dropped on the floor. Mr. Weasley shrugged. ?I don?t know, Molly. Just make dinner at the regular time, and if I?m not here, save some leftovers and I?ll eat them when I get home.? Mrs. Weasley nodded again. ?Harry?s coming today,? Mrs. Weasley, gasped as Mr. Weasley checked his watch, ? how are we going to get him.? ?He said he was coming his own way, and not to worry.? Ron shouted through the window, as Fred and George made faces behind his back at him. The gnomes were sneakily running behind all of the boys? backs to their respected holes. Mr. Weasley nodded. ?Alright,? he replied, glancing at his watch again, ? well, bye dear.? With a small [i]pop[/i], Mr. Weasley apparated to work, leaving a troubled Mrs. Weasley standing alone in the kitchen. Suddenly, she was seized with panic. A week ago, Ginny had been mumbling to herself about an attack, her face pale and her hands numb. She spat out babble, or at least that had been something Mrs. Weasley thought it had been at the time. ?It can?t be,? Mrs. Weasley, whispered, ?She couldn?t have inherited it?? *~*~*~* Ginny tossed her hair over her shoulder as she waved at her friends, who sped off. Harry was supposed to be here by now, and she had made sure he was going to notice her, and the painstaking changes she had put herself through the summer for his attention. She shut the door quietly, stealing one glace at the stunning radiance, cold and cruel in their graceful beauty. Her friend?s mother had lent her the article about the attack about Gringotts this morning in the Daily Bugle before she and her friend?s had gone shopping. She flipped on the lights to the kitchen, to find a red-eyed Mrs. Weasley at the table, whose head was nestled in her hands. Ginny squinted in confusion at her mother, who didn?t even acknowledge her presence. ?You have it, don?t you?? the unstable voice of what sounded to be Mrs. Weasley?s called out. ?Have what, Mum?? she asked curiously, taking her purse off her shoulder and sliding into a chair across from her mother. The older redhead glanced up at her daughter, her eyes dancing with distress, red cracks slapped onto her eyes like sticky-tacks. She scratched the back of her neck, and straightened her posture. ?All the women in my family,? Mrs. Weasley, ?have been Dream Keepers, but for the last three generations, we had been skipped.? Ginny looked at her mother blankly. ?Wow,? she said after a few minutes, hoping to lighten the dim mood, ?so I?m not crazy; it?s genetics.? Mrs. Weasley laughed hoarsely. ?If you ever need any help,? she countered, her daughter?s eyes watching her every move, ?I?m always awake.? Ginny smiled softly, trying desperately to assure her mother that she was completely fine. ?Don?t worry, Mum, they?re not bad at all.? She lied, her mind forcing her to believe it also. Mrs. Weasley glanced at her daughter lightly. ?Whatever you say, darling?whatever you say?? Ginny rose slowly, her eyes darting to the floor. ?Well?night.? Ginny said. Her mother nodded in reply, and the youngest redhead crept up the stairs to face another night. *~*~*~* Harry clutched the floo powder tightly in his hands, his knuckles white. He treaded slowly down the stairs, hoping not to attract any unwanted attention. He shrugged on his jacket casually, shouldering a backpack in one hand, and dragging his trunk in the other. He set both these at the foot of the spiraling stairs, and sighed, brushing off a bit of dust of his red shirt. His untamed assortment of hair was the same as ever, and his eyes sparkled like untouched gems, glittering with mad excitement. Harry walked quietly into the kitchen, his hands still clenched, butterflies fluttering their way uncomfortably down into the hollow pit of his stomach. He shook away this feeling, hoping it wouldn?t interfere with his case; the case he was about to present to his Uncle Vernon. ?Uncle Vernon,? Harry said quietly, but confidently, ?I?m going now.? The red-faced man looked up from his newspaper, apparently irritated at the fifteen-year-old boy?s intrusion. He scratched his head, took a sip from his coffee cup, and turned casually back to his newspaper. ?And I suppose they?ll be coming to get you from the sink.? He muttered, disgusted. Harry fists balled, and became ever whiter, is it were at all more possible. ?We?re wizards, Uncle Vernon,? Harry countered, relishing the fact that his uncle flinched as he enunciated wizard, ?not [i]dishes[/i].? The meaty man slammed his fists on the table, and threw the paper onto the floor. His face, blotched with red, was suddenly there, as he shoved the boy towards the wall. ?Never,? he replied threatingly, his eyes glittering with unrivaled malice, ? say that word in my house again.? Harry smiled and pulled out his wand, which he had knowingly placed in his pocket. ?Yes, [i][b]Uncle Vernon.[/i][/b]? He countered, ducking from the man?s meaty hand, which was poised for his hands. Harry, using his seasoned Seeker reflexes, sprinted towards the living room, grabbing his trunk and backpack, haphazardly threw the whole pouch of floo powder into the fire. As the fire roared, he jumped in quickly, seeing his uncle fumbling into the living room. ?The Burrow!? *~*~*~* ?Having trouble?? Ron asked, as Harry apparated into the fireplace. The raven-haired boy fell flat onto his face, his glasses cracking under the weight of his head. He sighed, reminding himself that one day, he was purchasing contacts. ?[b]Not[/b] funny, Ron?? he muttered, getting up and dusting off the soot from his shirt. Ron chuckled lightly. ?You thought I was trying to be?? he asked comically. Harry glared in contempt at his friend and said nothing. ?You?re not really that mad, are you?? Ron asked, as he picked up Harry?s trunk. Harry?s frown stayed glued to his face. ?It wasn?t funny?? he repeated flatly to himself. Ron rolled his eyes and dragged the trunk up the stairs, his friend following. As they passed through the hall, Harry?s eyes slowly traced their way onto the door of Ginny?s room, where a muffled sort of sound was floating. ?Hmm?what?s Ginny doing?? Harry asked curiously, as he and Ron reached the bright-orange bedroom. Ron grinned from ear to ear. ?Ginny and her friends formed a ?band? this year, just they way muggles do it. They all learned how to read music and such, except Ginny.? Harry shrugged. ?Why not Ginny?? Ron?s grin, if possible, grew much wider. ?She?s the lead singer.? Harry took a step back in surprise. ?Wait,? he said slowly, ? this is the same Ginny that was shy and couldn?t stand to be looked at from last year, right?? Ron smirked evilly. ?She?s quite outgoing, actually,? he countered, ?she was only like that around you, oh famous, cute, [i]perfect[/i] Harry Potter!? Harry elbowed his friend, laughing lightly. ?Shut it, you! She?s has to be over that crush already.? He exclaimed, sitting on his friend?s bed. Ron nodded, his laughter frothing away in tiny bubbles. ?She has. I think her and Justin Flinch-Fletchley have something going on, actually.? Harry?s eyes grew wide. ?That Hufflepuff?? Ron nodded in disgust. ?They?ve been dating on and off all summer,? he complained, sitting down across fro his friend, ?she always talks about him and what they do. He?s actually in the band. He plays?can?t seem to remember. I know that?s it?s a fish or something of the sort?? Harry burst into laughter. ?You must mean he plays bass. It?s not a fish; it?s a type of rhythm or sound.? He stated. ?But,? Ron countered, confusion apparent on his face, ? the book said that a bass was a type of fish?? Harry just laughed and punched his friend in the arm. ?You?re too dense for your own good, Ron?? Ron just shook his head. ?Muggles are so stupid, yet they?re so confusing at the same time. I don?t see how ?Mione stands Muggle Studies.? Harry shrugged. ?It?s that or Divination, and, truthfully, I?d rather have a week of Snape then one lesson with Trelwaney?? Ron shurgged. ?I'd actually would just jump off the nearest tower...? He replied. Harry yawned. ?What time is it?? Harry asked. ? About eleven o?clock.? Ron said, grabbing his pajamas from his dresser, ?We can tell Mum and the others that you?re here later. Right now, let?s go to sleep.? Harry nodded, and grabbed his pajamas himself. *~*~*~* I'm aware that was an uneventful chapter; I intend to make use of it later. Just bear with me! ^^;;[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by vegeta rocker [/i] [B]has anyone heard any of linkin parks new songs? like My december, High voltage or Carousel? My december is on the radio so i think some of you have to have heard it. It's beautiful.......:bawl: [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] Linkin Park back with a vengenance, eh? You are aware that Carousel was on the LP's CD [i]before[/i] Hybrid Theory, right? High voltage was alright, although I've only heard it a few times. I used to love My December, but over-played here, so now, I'm pretty sick of it.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Alright... Question # 1: I would ask President George W. Bush if he knows what the hell he's doing... Question # 2: I would ask my boyfriend: Boobs or personality? (Don't answer that...) Question # 3: Why must I put up with the song 'Complicated' every friggin' day?![/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Cera [/i] [B] And your clichéd synthetic human searching for their true purpose. Love that character. ^^ [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] No kidding, along with the [i]other[/i] cliched "The-world-hates-me-so-I'll-destroy-them" villian. Thier laughs are so interecting to listen to...[/color][/size]