Well I've been here for a long time now, and I think I've seen all I want to. The site has changed...a lot...for better or worse, I'll let you all decide for yourself. I don't feel the same here anymore. Most of the people I used to know have gone and I feel strange with all of these new people here now. I suppose I just like the way things were back then too much to adapt. I hate to say goodbye but I think its time for me to move on. So if I see you in the real world, good, and if not then goodbye and good luck to all of you!
Okay so my kitten thought it would be just sooooo funny to jump up on my keyboard while I was typing, pop the enter key out of place, and spell this:
Pst I get the cool one Spoiler
ooc: fixed my profile bic: Zaliix settled herself in the meeting room quietly, hood up, trying desperately not to draw attention. She sat with one foot in the chair and her arm draped over her knee. If I could feel right now.....I might be bored... She contemplated that for a moment longer but seeing as it was irrelevant to the situation at hand, let it fade from her mind. However unoccupied she was, her eyes could not keep from straying to the other members in the room. The were an odd group of people. She had quietly observed them, choosing not to interact because she had the social skills of a tree, and found that they still seemed to act on memories of emotion. They acted angry or hurt or whatever their subconscious deemed necessary for the situation. Zaliix found that very strange and made a note to observe more extensively.
Username: The Fifth Element Character name: Zaliix Age: 18 Number: 13 Appearance: Zaliix has short spikey silver hair with black streaks in it. She wears black bondage pants with a white tank top with a black skull on it. She wears combat boots with metal tips. Always can be seen with a studded belt, bracelets and maybe a dog collar on. Ability/Element: metal Weapon: a sickle and chain Bio: Can remember only a few things from her real life such as a larger fire and someone screaming something at her. Personality: Quiet but has a large temper, always goes for the kill Text color: This color "Silver" suddenly bananas and transformers
I gotta say Alison(basketcase) oh and isn't the nerd named Brian?
aww thanks!! ^-^ Breakfast club all the way
Well since I haven't and unfortunately probably never will meet you all in real life I feel that I can talk about things here that I can't in the real world. First off, there must be something in the water because in the past 6 months, 10 or so people have died in my family. It wasn't them dying that stressed me out, not really anyway. It was my mom. She handles the deaths by dumping it all on me. Now I know its because of the whole "you treat your closest friends and family worse than strangers" but I'm sick of it. Then we have my lovely history professor, who is an old, cranky sadist. She absolutely hates me. And I know this because she assigned about 15 reports due in one week. Now normally this is supposed to be a group project but no she stuck me by myself. Then she complains in the hallways about how "rebellious" and "defiant" I am. And ooh lucky me, there's more. Lately I haven't been getting any kind of sleep.None.At all. Now this probably wouldn't have bothered me if it was just on the week days but no. I slept for 14 hours straight and I felt like I had slept 2 hours. And its starting to freak me out. Lately I've started hearing things in my head.Voices. I can ignore them but they tell me to do awful things like kill people and burn down buildings. I also get horrible mental pictures of people's bodies being mangled and killed. The voices get louder and worse the angrier I get, which is pretty anger most of the time. I carry a rubber band and snap it on my wrist every time I get angry. I have to hide the bruises from me snapping it so much. Also I've come to realize that I'm bi. Now this is hard enough to bear(as everyone who is bi knows) but I have to sit through church and my parents saying how I am an abomination from Hell because I think some girls are cute. Not to mention my friends hate gays and bi people. All of this is really hard to deal with, not to mention this will be my freshman year of high school. So I've got to get my grades straight and ready to go. I'm so f*cking stressed and I'm not sure how much longer until I snap.
Wow that was really good. I like how you were really descriptive and all. You really captured the creepy meloncholy of the scene and I could feel it. Excellent work, please continue!!!
A little vague...uh I dunno, I suppose it depends on what animal it is. I mean if we're talking about dogs then no, but other animals.....depends.
He looked slightly hurt but let the expression fade into indifference. He shrugged his shoulders and held out his hand for her. "You will come with me, it is your time. Believe be I do not want this. But it isn't up to me. You have until tomorrow at sundown to gather your affairs. But then I will come for you."
A pained expression flew across his guarded face. "Mademoiselle, I hope you don't think I enjoy this but it is your time. If you don't mind me saying, you are very pretty. This is the kind of woman I would have as my wife," he said aloud, musing to himself.
"Yeah I understand but its raining!!...out there," she finished the last part as the girl dashed out. Curiousity held her as she watched the girl dodge one car then get hit. Zoey ran over to the girl making sure the car was stopped. "I know this is the most redundant question I could ask but are you ok?" "Good Evening Mademoiselle Nikki, it is a bit wet out here no? But then again you won't have to worry about that for long." Lord Death stood behind her with his mask back on and rain soaking his cloak.
Rain came out of nowhere, slamming into her like a wall, driving her to one knee. She was surprised and forced herself upward, ducking into the nearest building. She had been in the rain less than one minute and yet she was soaking wet. Just as she closed the door and turned to explore, she ran straight into another girl. The force unbalanced her and she spread her legs wide, splayed like a newborn foal. Automatically she grabbed the hand of the other person to keep them from falling too. "Oh my gosh, I'm really sorry. I was just coming in because it is raining and then I closed the door and..." she babbled nervously.
Her eyes captured him and he breathed out angrily. He was going to end up giving in to her. She was.....different. She didn't try to out smart him or trick him but was just honestly and truely begging for her life. He pulled back angrily and with a flick of his qrist, gave her back her movement. "You have 24 hours to say goodbye and do whatever it is you want. You will come back here after it is up and come with me," he said icely. With that, he mounted his black steed and they went headlong off the building, and vanished. OOC; BTW I'm adding a new character Zoey walked quickly through the streets, gripping her bag hard. Behind her she could hear the footsteps of some thugs that were following her. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she quickly ducked into one alley then doubled back and narrowly slipped into an abandoned building. The thugs searched for her in the alley but finally gave up. What seemed to be the leader shook his head angrily and began shouting. "By order of the King you are considered to be a commiter of high treason and the punishment for that is hanging!! Don't let us see you again!!" She breathed out a sigh of relief as they left and she quickly ran the rest of the way home. OOC: you will be in shortly
"What makes you think it isn't your time?" He took two quick strides and was beside her, kneeling. He cupped her chin in his ice cold hand and tilted it so she could look at him. Then with the other hand he gently removed his mask. Underneath was a pale face with ice blue eyes and hair as black as a raven. His eyes were not cold however. "Am I that repulsive that you wouldn't come with me? There will be a plague in one week's time anyway. Why would you want to suffer through that?"
Death sighed long and heavy. here was the part he hated, the begging. It almost made him have second thoughts but he rolled his eyes, deciding to humor her. "Oh really?," he said, his voice smooth and rich," what would you do?"
you will be added shortly, also if possible could you find a picture? It would be much appreciated.
"Why is it that everyone thinks they can beat me," he asked no one in particular. He closed his eyes and threw out his hand in her direction. Now, concentrating, he disconnected the nerves to her limbs so that she was now unable to move them. "Your time is here, and I will not fight you."
Lord Death clapped once, twice, three times. Appearing behind Abbie he stepped forward. "Well done Ma Chérie, but I am afraid your time is at an end."
