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[color=crimson][size=1] Having some of my poetry published in anthalogy with all old people. :D Seriously, though. If not that, then having tops on all my main Core Knowledge (Learning style adopted by my school) subjects.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Final_Flash [/i] [B]My Parents divorced when I was too young to know what was going on. I just remember my Mum crying alot. I feel for you, having to go through with it all like this. I have no father... [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] No Dad...I'm so sorry, FF. I couldn't imagine my life without my dad...He's always been there for me. Anyway, we're all with ya, Noodlez! Just keep your chin up and lookin' ahead. Maybe it's for the best or maybe it's not. You just have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] OOC: I actually was aiming for a run-in with Tails, but hey, you want Rouge to find Knuckles; fine by me! ;) ---------------------- Rouge set her jaw, slowly bringing a ruby out of her pack. "This jewel is valuable," she bragged, a grin tugging at her lips, "it's said to be like the Chaos Emerald. I was going to ask you about it, but I wasn't sure if you knew anything. I mean, if it's like the Emerald, then you should know what it is, right?" Knuckles just stood there, mute, eyes locked on the glimmering ruby. ------------------------------------ OOC: BTW, I didn't see you in the sign-up, HyperShadow. I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just a bit confused.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Yeah, this does happen to a lot of the rpg's that are on OB, and other sites. It's good to take the time to develop your character in the rpg, but sometimes, too many people get so carried away with their characters past, they focus only on that, and not the main plot. It's all about one thing: The glorifiaction of one's character. It's true. I have been guilty of this, as I'm sure a lot of rpg'ers have. But over the time, when you get the gist of it, you get better with staying with the plot. The problem is, on OB, there's rpg'ers within all levels of experience, from years to months, to even days. I myself had never played in an rpg until I arrived here. (Maybe I said a little too much....) Anyway, it's very annoying how it happens, but it does. There's nothing you can really do about the outcome of an rpg except cross you fingers and hope some idiot in it won't screw the whole thing up.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Me? Type with home keys? That'll be the day... I thought the idea of home keys was stupid. I mean, what difference does it make the way you type? I think it's rather pointless. I type with all my fingers and such, but having a certain finger for F is just...well, stupid. (Don't shoot me; it was just an opinion!)[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=deeppink] [size=1] the divorce was mainly my dad's fault, [/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] As far as I knew, it takes two sides to make a story, Juu. Noodlez, all I can say is to keep your chin up. I can't giv any advice or anything, seeing how I haven't been through the situation at hand. (Although my parents are darn well near it...) Wel, good luck and if ya need to talk, I'm here. :)[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Mara stood up quietly and walked through a door at the other end of the hall. Pools of silver began to invade her jade eyes, eating them into nothingness. As she walked, the jade began to fight back fiercely, absorbing the silver little by little. Try as it might, the silver reluctantly was swallowed wholly by the overpowering jade, leaving but little splashes of it metallic shine in her pupils. She shook her head quietly, not even noticing the change as she walked through the two double red doors to find some of her companions wait expectantly. Elsyan nodded at Mara and laughed a bit. "You look good in blue, you know." she commented playfully. Mara looked down at her dress in confusion, findinf it to be the same dress she had worn before her mother died. She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She fainted.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I intend to make my task last, Eric. You know, I was aiming for the quality of it. ----------------------------------------------------- Mara shook her head clearing her mind. She swam in a whirl-wind of colors...slowly...slowly [i]Where am I? Floating ever softly... [b][ Concentrate. ][/b] Hold on to something... I can't! ...and watch it fall away. [/i] "Mara, sweetheart, it's time to wake up!" The young girl rubbed her jade eyes and turned onto her belly. She then pulled her pillow over her ears. She could hear her mother's soft footstep creaking up the stair of her house. She gently popped her head into her daughter's room, then ran full speed and pounced on the bunched up heap on the bed. Mara groaned and turned around to face her mother. "Hi mom," she said sarcastically, " Are you comfortable?" Her mother laughed and then retaliated. "Get up," she replied, " then I'll stop." Mara rolled her eyes while she flailed her arms. "I would but a certain mother is sitting on me!" she giggled. Her mother smiled and got off roughly. Mara sat up and blinked happily. Today was her birthday, she remembered as she tried to adjust to the bright sunlight filtering from the window. Suddenly, Mara gasped in delight. There at the foot of the bed was the dress that she had drooled over for six months in the city boutique. It was powder blue and was knee length. Mara and her friends would stop at the boutique and stare at it all day. Ms. Nimue, the owner of the store, had always asked the girls if the wanted it for free, but the girls always shook their heads. Their families would tell them to bring the dresses back. "Oh, Mother! It's beautiful!" She ran to the dress and tried it on. It fit perfectly. She twirled right and left and walked up and down the rug at her door like she was a model and it was the catwalk. Her mother smiled in approval and Tifa squealed with excitement. Tifa ran back to her mother sitting on the bed and hugged her. "Mommy, it's beautiful," she looked down and fingered the material, " but how did you know I wanted it?" "Well, it's quite funny actually. I was out at the square looking for your present and I ran into Ms. Nimue. She was out trying to get her husband a present also, except it was because it was some family tradition. We talked and I told her I couldn't find you anything and she said this dress," she pointed at Mara's dress, "would be perfect." "Oh, thank you mommy." Mara said. "Your welcome, sweetheart. Happy birthday."[ [b][ See. ][/b][i] I don't want to see anymore! Leave me alone! [b] [ That will not be doing. ][/b][/i] ?How much?? Gwydion smiled triumphantly. ?It?s not for sale.? ?Seriously, Gwydion. How much?? ?It?s not for sale.? A pen dropped to the cold stone floor, booming around the room. ?Then we?ll just have to take from you, won?t we?? The man smiled menacingly and pulled out revolver. He aimed it at Gwydions head. In the dim lamplight, the beautifully furnished office was spelled like a prison. He placed his forefinger lightly on the trigger. ?Nice doing business with you.? He said. Gwydion quickly pulled the man?s wrist and reversed the gun into his hand, facing the man?s forehead. He quickly pulled the trigger as a piece of speeding metal slammed into flesh and bone. A red puddle formed thickly on the recipient of the bullet?s head before he even hit the ground. Gwydion bent down, aimed, and another shot echoed through the quiet room. Another puddle of blood formed on the carpet, with tiny scarlet rivers descending down his head slowly. ?No, nice doing business with you.? He then pocketed the gun and left the office.[i] Never! I won't believe it! [b] [ And why not? ][/b] I...don't know why.[/i] Mara's body hit the ground with a thud as the yellow mists drifted away from her slowly. ---------------------------------------------------- OOC: I congratualte anyone who actually got that post. The dream sequences were little snipets of stories that I had written. Anyway, blah...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Panic gripped Mara as she struggled against her misty bonds. "Let me go!" she commanded, her eyes pierceing through nothing. [i][ It is your task. Free yourself. ][/i] "But I can't move!" she exclaimed. [i][ Use your magic. ][/i] "I'm not some wand-waving, potion making magician," Mara spat angrily, "I'm a Time Mage of the Rose Order: First Rank." [i][ Your rank matters not to the mist. Free yourself, for argueing with a voice in your head will get you no wherer closer to your goal. ][/i] Mara calmed herself. 'It' was right[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by PiroMunkie [/i] [B][color=indigo]Atheism is a belief that there is no god. Period. Of any religion. Agnostic is belief that a god exists, but not neccesarily the Catholic god or whatnot.[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] Thanks. At least I'll know them from now on. Man, I feel ignorant...but maybe that's because I am...:p

[color=red][size=1] Who doesn't hate Fuu's voice? I love MKRE, series and manga. It's got a really good plot, and is all about...girls. :D[/color][/size]; [color=red][size=1]Anyway, CLAMP always seems to have decent or better-than-decent stuff out.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I think some one has an excessive amount of clothing in the humble department...I think it's great. Good job![/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] Isn't Atheist a disbelief in God and the Christian religion? I don't know... Anyway, I think that hinting at it will be fine, and let the thoughts enter her head about it. If she gets hints, she won't be as shocked when she finds out. My parents never really pushed me towards any religion, because 1) They wanted me to decide what my religion was at any given time and 2) We were too lazy to get up early in the morning in Sundays for church. But as for going wiccan, well, just pm me, okay?[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1][QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DarkOrderKnight [/i] [B] Finnaly! Someone else that has heard of Hot Topic besides me! I love [i]you[/i] anime_gurl! [/B][/QUOTE] I think it's funny, actually. My best friend works at Hot Topic. I love being around her, except it's messed up in Arkansas. The preps [i]like[/i] Hot Topic, and so do the goths...I mean, in the Hot Topic I go to, there's a mix of bright pink glittery eyeshadow rack, next to a shirt that says: Bite me. I like Hot Topic and all, but...well...nevermind...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] *Blink, blink, blinkety-blink* Yeah...mods...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1][QUOTE][i]Originally posted by vegeta rocker [/i] [B]Transtic not Transistic Nerve. [/B][/QUOTE] :therock: You knew what he meant. But, yeah, I can see it being about TN.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1][QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DarkOrderKnight [/i] [B] Galaxies move, Across my skin. They penetrait deep, Deep down within. [/B][/QUOTE] What do I think huh? I think I might come to love that little quote. Honestly, Corey, you did an amazing job! Of course, you can already tell that I like this quote a lot. Very deep and thought enhanced. (Keh...) As for a thesaures, (Too lazy to check if I spelled that right...) I have a miny one that is always at my side. :D[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Mara leaned against the tree trunk, watching her husband comfort her sister-in-law. She crossed her arms, her robe billowing silently around her. Her curly raven hair was now strewn about her face, falling to her waist. She had long ago lost the leather thong that held the mass of curls at bay. "Shouldn't I be the one getting hugs?" she said, smiling wryly. ----------------------------- I'll explain how she got there later.[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] Nope, because that would ruin the storyline for you, and it'd be unfair. I'm still not clear on the melodies, would you care to elaborate?[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] Heh, and this pertains to what I [b][i]would[/b][/i] say: Me: Keep you grubby hands off the rod! :D[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] I remember watching it a few times, and liking it. I was never, and am still not, a big T.V. fan, so I didn't watch a lot of it. But I remember last fall, they had it on weekly, because my sister had this thing for it to.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Mara thrust her hands forward, a crimson mist billowing form her hands, and rushing to hold Father Time in a bind. Mara smiled forbiddingly as se walked over to her father. She thrust a wrist out, a memory of her mother dieing playing slowly about him. "You were never there," Mara whispered bitterly, "to hear her last words." "And it was if I cared?" he spat. Mara pulled out her chain quickly, and swung it swiftly around his neck, snapping it. "No," Mara said, the only sounds in the room being her voice and the memory, " but she did." [i]Now and forever, Love, don't forget me.[/i] Mara blinked back cynical tears and close her eyes. [i]Hunter's smile.[/i] Mara hit the ground, her body landing with a dull [b]thud[/b].[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] That describes a lot of people here. You're going to have to specify.[/color][/size]

[color=red][size=1] I was pretty sure to. I remember seeing a show about it on the news. *shrugs* Well, if they are, so be it. But down in the South, the chicks are the ones who have control. :D[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by anime_gurl [/i] [B] Hm, well it's a proven fact that most men are smarter than girls.... [/B][/QUOTE] [color=red][size=1] I'm not trying to sound feminist here, I'm aiming for practical. I would really like to see the proof of that statement. [/color][/size]