I'm going to assume that you are in HS. If the guy asks you out, you know he has a crush on you and you with him and you CHOOSE to ask your friends if they are ok with it sounds to me like you are rubbing it in their faces. I believe that you mean well, but look. I've been there for HS. I survived it. If you want this to happen and he does, then there is your answer. If you are having second thoughts about it, then say no. If you are having second thoughts and say yes, then you are only opening yourself up for drama down the road. That is the short and sweet approach.
Look to the Creativity Corner later this week
Don't bump your own threads. It's bad form. First off. Is this a story or a script? I didn't get past the first paragraph in all honesty because when it is in script form i'm expecting it to be acted out in front of me which would then make me reading it seem foolish. If this is meant as a script then more power to you, but just for future reference, this is my opinion.
What the hell is candle jack?
Mother Nature. Who will help me paint ball her?
Situated amongst the eroding cliff walls, hidden within an outcropping sat the sand blasted homestead of Repliku Kenobi. The interior was minimalistic, the walls bare save for a faded gray tunic and dust lined body armor from memories past. In all the years he had known Kenobi, he had never stepped foot across the threshold. Kenobi stood near the entrance, watching his guests explore his sanctuary. A playful fire flickered within and intensified with DMaster’s awe. “I am not one to clutter my mind with my past, save for those few antiques.†“I didn’t know you fought in the wars.†“Oh yes, that armor helped me survive countless battles. Fighting alongside your father, we were unstoppable.†DMaster paused as T-3CO and SORA-13 took positions around a small holo table. “No my father didn’t fight in any wars, he was a navigator on a 4chan freighter.†Repliku merely nodded. “That’s what your uncle told you. He didn’t approve of your father’s…ideals, thought he should have remained here and let the war pass by.†“Then this armor,†DMaster motioned towards the opposing wall, “you fought in the Teal Wars?†“Oh yes. Long ago, I was once a jedi knight same as your father.†“DMaster’s gaze traveled into a distant realm fighters flicked hard right, spewing streaks of death into the soul of an enemy combatant’s starlight engines rupturing through the fuel lines leaving only a billowing cloud of destruction as with a quick snapping twist right, the fighter stalks after it’s next prey. Slowly, reality punched through DMaster’s day dream. “I wish I’d known my father.†“He was the best pilot in the galaxy and a cunning warrior…I’ve heard you’ve become quite the pilot yourself.†“I can pilot my way between threads true enough,†DMaster proudly beamed, tussling his hair as the sun crossed along the ancient sandstone floor. Repliku stared at the movement and vanished into his own past. “He was a good friend. That reminds me, perhaps we should discuss this message your little droid felt was so important to risk his safety.†SORA-13 wobbled excitedly, omitting a blue arc or light from his projector, culminating into the holo of Admin CTR once again. Moderator Repliku: Years ago you served my father in the Teal Wars, now he begs your help once more in his struggle against the Insiders. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request in person, but my shop has been attacked. I feel that I shall fail in my mission to bring you safely to the Staff Lounge. I’ve placed information vital to the forums survival within the memory core of the 13 unit. You must see this droid safely to the Staff Lounge. This is our most desperate moment. Help me Repliku Kenobi, you’re our only hope. Repliku sat musing as the air turned thick with Kay’s plea. “Luke. You must learn the ways of the force if you are to accompany me to the Staff Lounge.†“The Force?†“Yes, the force is what gives the Jedi his or her power. It is the energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us—“ A chirp of laughter burst from SORA-13 resulting in a lateral metallic slap by TCO. Repliku shrugged aside the interruption, “the force binds the galaxy together. Which reminds me…†Repliku rose, shuffling toward the battle armor. He removed the chest piece lightly as if it would shatter into a million fragments; revealing a recessed shelf. Gingerly, he withdrew two silver cylindrical objects, one of which slid into his grip like a warm glove, caressing his fingers and palm. “Your farther would have wanted you to have this when you were old enough.†He stated, placing the other object into DMaster’s outstretched hand. He was surprised by the lightness of the shaft, running his eyes along every crevasse, every nick and scratch; feeling as though he could feel his father’s presence reflecting back. “My father wanted me to have this?†“He did, but your uncle wouldn’t allow it. He feared you might follow old L on some damn foolish Shinigami crusade…like your father…†DMaster barely heard the hesitation within Repliku’s voice as he flicked the thumb toggle, sending a shaft of brilliant teal power pulsating in his hands. He maneuvered the blade, slicing through the air with the faintest of hums. The blade felt like and old friend, an extension of himself, his soul. “It’s not as clumsy or foolish as a blaster, but an elegant weapon from a more civilized age.†Repliku resituated himself on the couch, his thumb and forefinger stroking his chin thoughtfully. “For over a thousand threads the Jedi were the guardians of the Old KHV…before the dark times, before the Insiders.†The lightsaber receded, as a question that had been forming in DMaster’s mind finally game to manifestation. “Repliku, how did my father die?†A heavy sigh fell from his mouth, covering the room in sadness. “A young Jedi named Darth Renegade, who was a staff helper of mine until the Emperor corrupted him with the dark side of the force, helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi. He betrayed…and murdered your father Luke.†The air remained heavy as the words cut through DMaster’s soul. Every preconceived notion about his abandoned father had been shredded apart. He was not a poor smuggler trying to provide for only himself, but a warrior; a veteran. A slow anger boiled up inside towards Uncle ICSP and Aunt Pyro for having not had the decency to tell him the truth. However the instant ICSP’s face cropped into DMaster’s mind, he released the lateness of the hour and the anger that was surely billowing back at the homestead. “It’s late I’ve got to get home.†“Luke, I need your help. I won’t lie, I’m getting too old for this kind of thing. I need you to come with me to the Staff Lounge.†“I—I can’t get involved. I’ve got work to do here for my Uncle. It’s not that I like the Insiders, I hate it, but there is nothing I can do about it now.†“Don’t act like your Uncle. She needs your help. You must learn the ways of the force or the Jedi will fall into extinction.†DMaster shattered inside. Part of him longed for adventure and leaving the Creativity Corner as a speck in the galaxy while the rest of him knew he couldn’t abandon the promise he made to h Aunt and Uncle. “I…I can take you as far as Poetry. You can get a transport to Short Stories or where ever you are going…†Repliku nodded dejectedly as Luke and the two droids returned to their speeder. He picked up only his cloak and lightsaber and followed the troop to the waiting speeder. “You must do what you feel is right.â€
I'm not on the East Coast.
Yes Dirty Harry, I do feel lucky. Never under estimate the power of the force.
I'm having a snow day whether the university let's me have one or not. college wins.
Friends don't tell other friends they are playing Resident Evil 4 alone in a basement surrounded by windows at night. 2 am + many mountain dew + RE 4 + friend opening up a chainsaw in my basement = all hell breaking loose.
"1 to ask that forum staff backup all mention of lightbulbs so they can write a book about their really interesting life with lightbulbs" ...i see what you did there.
Darkwing Duck and Inspector Gadget FTW
I was watching as Star Wars Dark Forces came out. 2nd grader lol
How else will I be able to toilet paper your profile page without you knowing who the masked man is? *Slings toilet paper*
You can make this connection to many movies including off the top of my head Gran Turino. It's a story element that isn't necessarily just within KH2.
Destined = just something that I stumbled across when I first joined. Shades = High school nickname. Seriously. Tk-421 = i'm a star wars fan, need I say more? Hotty McRedfield = ....RE 5 fad/fan.
Here's hoping all turns out well.
That's what she said. I'm living the American Nightmare, you?
Did I miss my introduction?
Bacon is God's gift to carnivores. How could you!?
