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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| "I'm sorry. I'm not controlled. I listen to only me."
Lenn's hands were resting on Z-35's chest, outstretched so that he fully channel energy in and out of him. Lenn had control over an energy that could destroy the foolish robot. He had an energy that would seperate atoms by shattering the energy bonds between atoms. He smiled as he prepared the energy and released it, with a guaranteed success rate. He planned to break through Z-35's chest in a matter of minutes, and end this. And with his hands already on the robot, he had little to worry about his enemy dodging. He released the attack, and with no space to travel, Z-35 had no time to dodge. Bond-Breaker-This attack is a foriegn energy made by Lenn's ability to manipulate energy that disbands the bonds between atoms and basically dissintagrates the solids and liquids it encounters. The attack is almost unblockable as it disbands almost all energy it hits instantly with no difficulty. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Jack walked down a dark hallway in 369, one not often touched. He slid his hand against the wall, leaving his trail in the dust. He stopped, fully stretched his hand on the wall, and released a blast of air that shook up the dust violently. He coughed once as he walked up to a door that read "Office of Jack Eldridge, Founder". It'd been years since he actually used his office. He walked in and hit the lights, exposing the medium-sized cluttered office to the world. He hit the dust-covered CD player's play button and it twitched to life, bringing the song of Dave Matthew's "American Baby" out full-blast. He walked over to the seat and grabbed the jacket resting on the back. It was brown, darker than his other much more frequently used jacket. He smiled as he tied on the gun straps underneath the jacket and tapped his two pistols. He hadn't used these relics in some time.
He opened up the desk drawer and picked up a sword hilt, with a handguard that made it look as though it was made for him. He fastened that to his belt and grabbed his round sunglasses off the calender. He threw them on as he put his hair into a pony tail and moved the bangs out of his face. He chuckled. He didn't look a day over 18. He did a quick twirl, whipping his guns out. He took two shots, one hitting the doorknob and causing the door to almost shut and the other flying into the pause button on the CD player resting on the bookcase next to the ficus. "My aim hasn't really decreased." Jack kicks the door open as he sheaths his guns. He walks out, and a patrolling soldier caught glance of him as he etched closer. Soldier: "Holy...Jack, I thought I was looking at a memory of you." Jack grinned as he patted the dude on the shoulder. His free hand adjusted the sunglasses quickly and orderly. "Blast from the past, huh?" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| -Why do we ask ourselves philsophical questions when we know that we're only repeating what's already been said?
-Why is human nature bad? -Why do people have to deal in absolutes? -Why do people always have trouble accepting other's opinions and ways? -Why do we have society as a whole? |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| No, this has been done before. It will not happen again. I was the leader of the only clan on XGF, if you back far enough. I inherited it from Xeios. Trust me, don't make the mistakes of the clans again. It's a waste of time and posting by which can be easily accomplished by merely organizing a free battle or two. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| OOC: I'm dropping out, but not because of the "OMG UR CHEAP ND I REFUST TO FIGHTS U" reasons. I just stopped caring, don't want to keep fighting in the tournament. Good luck, man. ^.^
Though, all I questioned was your ability to compete with an adult's strength as a child. No offense or anything, but to me that made no sense. Eh, not going to change anything. Au reviour. (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-03-06 06:12 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Dave Matthews~"American Baby"
I feel an attraction to this song...It gives me an unescapable sense of euphoria as I try to grasp the fabrics of reality in my palms and form a sensible opinion with it. Stay, beatiful baby... |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Well, here's me playing the devil's advocate. Due to the PATRIOT Act as well as the fact no institutional confinement has been diagnosed, only guidance with parental consent, it is not, per se, a violation of the first amendment. However, it is a travesty and one that we all know too well. For monarchy's thrived by controlling the people's voices and press. Slowly, but surely, monoarchies are being formed that are cleverly disguised as democracies, however much control the candidates have. For these days currency has more power than the voice of the people...
It is so. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Saijin, I'd suppose from his second post he was hacked. Now, first of all, whoever is so fucking stupid as to hack someone's account and just post a self-deprevation post only points further to their depravity. But when people feel the need to only say...
"Huhs? What?" I think that is personally a waste. The thread is going to be trashed by the proper people because not only is spam, it's kind of flaming and is just kind of retarted. I am angry at myself for posting in this. It's a waste of space. Staff, I'd close this, but I don't have the authority...Raggle Flaggle... |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| >__< Basically I tried to show both sides of the story...
If you want my honest opinion, I believe it's wrong. Okays? BUT, while you might say the kid doesn't have the right of free speech, it's redundant as he both already said it and we're talking about it, so his voice his actually being heard better. Also, the kid both said it and is only going through counseling...I mean, I try to look at both sides of every argument. There is some depraved kids out there, and they don't want him to be a murderer. I can comphrehend why they say he deserves counseling, while I don't agree with it. Personally, I've handed in much worse shit than this, but my teachers were understanding. I don't think that Secret Services should be involved in this. I mean, we have drug rings and gangs and wars to fight, eh? No need to investigate a 7th grader. The counseling thing I understand. I don't like it, but I understand it. ^.^ Kay? |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Well, if UPN was urban kids, and WB was teens, then I'd suppose "urban teens"... Just a thought.
However, I don't know how to respond to this because I could care less. I mean, I didn't really watch the networks. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Weapons, so far: (Credit for help goes to J. Literal, Clockworkz, and Xeios)
-John Mark: Rapier, because of his adept skills and deft of hand. -J. Literal -Wiley Willows: Familiar, which is fairly restricted in the beginning, but as time elapses, will be able to transform into many different shapes and sizes as Wiley's Croma reserves grow. Jake Morris: Crystalis Arm, a crystalis of Croma formed onto hand that releases blasts of Croma. As time will pass, ammo capacity and different methods of firing types will arrive. Starting will be: Single shots. Eventually, Crystalis will grow and be able to conjur blasts in machinegun rapidity or bazooka-like quantities. -Leon Ballain: Rage Flame, where Leon's body has such an adapation to fire due to constant exposure and Croma mutation he has an immunity to heat and flame as well as the ability to engulf his hands in flame, as they are the center points of his Croma. Because his Croma can be made into actual fire, he can eventually absorb flames as a way to enhance life force and Croma, and become faster and stronger. -Kaylee Campbell: Snap Arrows. Using her Croma to enhance her vision and the rest to infuse an ordinary bow into a deadly Croma one, she is able to make pinpointing arrows of deadly accuracy and grim power. As time progresses, her accuracy will become frightening as well as the power of her arrows. -Natalie Blair: ~coming soon~ (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-04-06 11:47 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| v.v guys...My hair was cut. I have to wait until it grows out more before I dare show it to you. A travesty was committed. You'll see...one day. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Drizzit, while I attempted to play Devil's advocate, I don't agree with that and I REALLY don't agree with your reasoning.
You're saying a 7th grader isn't allowed to have political views? BAH. When I was in 7th grade, I was just as disenfranchised by our government and I looked at both sides of the spectrum. Listen, if the kid has enough intelligence, he'd have followed the events from many sides and gained his opinion. Age has absolutely nothing to do with political views. In fact, children often want to make choices that are FAR better than the ones adults do. Like they can see world peace is a good idea. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| WARNING: BIG POST.
Ted looked distracted, as though some other movement hanuted his mind... "Yes, Kiera, feel free. I'd also take the translation books as well..." Ted smiled and pibked up the other books. "After you." OOC: As Jack is leaving, his mind is bouncing with memories, and thoughts. Italics aren't required to read, because they are his personal thoughts. Just thought I'd add quite a bit of depth to this post. BIC:Jack overheard James as he told Trois what the government was doing. He didn't feel he was needed. He had much more pressing matters to attend to. He needed to return to the government facility he had been only once before and end what had been started...To show the Lion who the stronger Excecutioner was, to show him his only chances were to become one with the Chimera, to finally spill the blood of the man who had almost ended the Wiccan order...And the Five. Jack began walking towards the front entrance, slowly at first. He had the solemnest face in the world on, putting Kiera's business face to shame. He started recalling all the people that had died, everyone by the Lion's hand or his accomplices...Urashi, Duex, The Order, The Five, Mother, Father, James, and...her. The one name he would never say again. The only woman to have loved him. And while he had learned to love again, he had found it near impossible with the looming threat of the Government. His solemn eyes were aflame with anger now, and the air about him began to toss about, reflecting the lifetime of anguish...Dalit was his successor, and Dalit knew quite a lot of grief already. He wanted no more...No more hate, no more war, no more death...Jack's eyes flared, with a horrible sadness behind him. 369 had given him his soul back. He needed to end this, for them. He had to end the life of Jack Eldridge, the Falcon, rebel against the Government. He wanted bring into being Jack Eldridge, the friend, not the comrade. He stepped past a guard and walked out the front door, dissapearing into the forest. Since he was 7, he had been fighting the Government. Hadn't 15 years of his life been enough? Along with the deaths of those close to him? Why did this evil have such an accursed winning streak? Even when they lost, they took something dear and damaged us further. He saw Deux's dead face, her last seconds protecting others. He looked up to her heriosm. She hadn't been concerned with her own saftey. Her breaths were for 369, for Witche's Through...Jack realized, his own selfish reasons had pushed back the ideology of freedom from his mind. When he was a child, his mother hadn't made him fight for freedom, because she knew that those who fought for freedom became twisted after they accomplished their goals. He fought for his friends, dead and alive, his family, and for revenge. He had no desire for a seat of power. He chuckled sadly. She had forged him to who he was. He had seemingly teleported to the front of the Government base, the darkness of the night cloaking him. He became a silhouette in the shadows. The guards meandered about the front door of the estate, sifting in and out of the spot lights that scanned the area. They had an aura of indifference about them, as if they never expected anything more than what they did now. Their guns were hanging loosely in their hands. They scanned the area time after time, getting agitated by the stillness of the night. It was another typical night on the job, guarding the government offices. No one ever dared do anything to the offices, because the hidden security was world-renowned for it’s accuracy in adverse situations. So, these soldiers were mainly here to reinforce the image that this area was defended, and they all knew it. But, this was their assignment, and they had to accomplish it. So, the unwilling guards sat outside, waiting for a foe that should never even have to be worried about. That’s why they never expected him. One guard, clad in his grey body armor and his gleaming captain’s badge fastened to his chest, noticed a silhouette in the darkness of the garden. For a second, all he could do was widen his eyes. Then, everything went dark as a loud crack of a weapon went off. It was foreign to the guard, who was used to only the wails and hisses of the laser guns. This sound was much more loud and forceful, leaving an echo in his chest. Behind him, the shattered glass of the spotlight fell to the ground. Another crack and he heard a scream, noticing it was nearby him. It was one of the other guards, who had just let out his final breath. Thinking quickly, he realized his only hope of survival was to shoot where the silhouette had been. He fired rapidly, feeling the shifting heats in the barrel as he let off the shots. However, he hadn't taken into account the silhouette could move. And that…was fatal. The emergency spotlight kicked on, revealing the guards that had fallen lying eschewed on the ground. The guard panicked and counted 4 down, and only he left standing. He raised his gun and watched the shadows through the lens on his gun. His breath became quick and it unsteadied his gun, it shaking wildly in his hands. “Why, you’re not made for war…” A voice pronounced from behind him. The ultra fast cold fear that grips the soul over took the solider and he turned petrified. He saw someone that could not be his opponent. The man had long brown hair, a brown trench coat, a black t-shirt, and black pants. He had serene eyes that offered no emotions, but his presence still was too much of a shock for the soldier to react quickly. The man grabbed the gun from his hands and lifted it upwards, whispering a foreign phrase. The gun let off a crack and launched far into the sky, propelled by a magical force. The captain tried to make a sound, but the terror and confusion gripped his vocal chords to the farthest degree possible. The man put his fist softly on the captain’s chest and smiled a calming smirk of nonchalance. “Now, lay down.” The guard heard the crack and remembered only the sensation of being propelled backwards so hard he was flying in the air, until he was interrupted by rogue bushes and put to sleep. His last complete memory before passing out was of the man saluting him and opening the front doors, escaping into the catacombs beyond…From there, he had no recall. (Last edited by Cairoi on 06-01-06 08:34 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Layla
by Eric Clapton and Jim Gordon What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long You know it's just your foolish pride. Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. I tried to give you consolation When your old man had let you down. Like a fool, I fell in love with you, Turned my whole world upside down. Chorus Let's make the best of the situation Before I finally go insane. Please don't say we'll never find a way And tell me all my love's in vain. Chorus Chorus |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| This is it, to those who care. If you want in the RP, too late. Members are locked. For weapons, got to the discussion thread and look at the weapons. When posting first post, please help others remember your basic details by copying and pasting. Not too hard, eh.
Note: Only I post the journal entries. I'll be organizing it into chapters and such. If we finish this, the last post will be all the journal entries put together and organized into chapters and such. ^.^ Give us more incentive to finish it. Example and my information: Name: John Mark Age: 17 Appearance: Relatively thin build but was denser in childhood, John stands at about 6'1". He has brown haitr to the bottom of his shoulders, uncut in a year or so. He parts it in the middel so his face is visible, a habit his parents inflicted upon him. However, he has no qualms with the long bangs in his face. He has a "cute" face as some of his female friends have stated, though he's not Brad Bitt. He's an enimgma in that he oftens looks energetic and exhausted at the same time, disorting other's views of him. Chaos reigns today. Not that different from any other day. But today, everything's just a little more hectic. That might be because of the shadow creatures attacking innocents and people looking for any possibility to live. I myself am in the National East Coast Civilian Shelter with my family, and all hell has broken loose. Everyone's so scared at these abominations waiting outside the shelter. They're called "shadow creatures" for the main reason they appear to be made of shadows. Bullets go through them, we've figured out. People don't. They seem to ingest their victims, well depending on the kind, and never spit out any waste. I've come to ponder where the people go, but I don't plan on finding out. I personally am not scared. That's because I can fight them with my rapier. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, it's a little hard to explain. See, we all have this hidden life force called Croma, it was discovered by the Mayans. Using Croma, we can actually kill these things. But a lot of people either don't believe me or don't have enough Croma to fight these things. I do, and I hope a few in the thousands here do as well. The National East Coast Nuclear Bomb Shelter is like the old sports stadiums, but so much easier to live in. It's humoungous, big enough to fit a citie's worth of people. We actually can live in here for a superiorly extended period of time, because of the crops we're growing in the Bio Center. Yes, we grow crops here. We've brought about a sense of normality that shouldn't exist. We can't go outside, so we make due with what we can. Kids play games and families cuddle with each other in thier spaces. I've gotten a room here that I want to use to find others who know what I'm talking about. I put a sign that says "Croma." To anyone who knows what it is, I hope they enter and ask me how I know about it. It's funny, because I know people here from ALL across America. People that could get here got here. The West Coast Shelter is almost as big, but closer to the enemy nation of China. We're considered safer here, but not to an incredible degree. However, we can't go and visit anyone really. Those shadow beasts have us pinned in. The war's pretty much at a standstill because of these things. I know we can beat these beasts, no one believes me. I'm going to get a group of people together and find whatever spawns these things and kill it, even if it causts me my life. I know this is a bad omen, but after these things are dead, maybe the war will end and we can rebuild. Maybe we can leave this accursed shield and save humanity from our containment. Even without a group, I plan on leaving in a few days. I'm a falcon. I can't live in a cage. I need to spread my wings. Opening post: Describe how family got here, if any members died, and you seeing "Croma" sign. (Last edited by Cairoi on 02-04-06 07:56 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| ^.^ That's sweet! I am jealous because I downloaded Flash and had befuddled by how to create a circle. I am awed by your secondary mastery, oh shaddow. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| I happened to like this so much I downloaded the song and listen to it frequently. I am very satisfied by the winner. I mean, the man was a war veteran with a heart of gold. Who doesn't fear that? However, I'd have assumed Mr. T would've won, but beggars can't be choosers. | |||
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| John stood on top of a counter in the room, looking out a sun-window at the shadows outside. He wondered if any ever thought to do more than just sit there, waiting for humans to expose themselves. He fumbled around in his left pocket for the keys to the car he'd..."acquired". That baby could get him far enough. He heard the doorknob twitch behind him.
His head rotated as per reflex and his left foot tried to find balance. It found a stray paper, and friction with paper is not strong. He let out a yelp as he fell backwards onto the floor behind him. The papers he had made contact with floated gently to the ground, as a groan of pain escaped John's mouth. "Yeah...I wrote the sign." He began standing up, adjusting his jeans. He wore a black-tshirt, dark blue carpenter jeans, a brown leather belt, and black sneakers. He smiled at the girl, also noticing the boy behind him. "C'mon in. If you know what Croma was, then you're more than welcome to make yourself comfterable." He nodded to both of his visitors as he walked over slowly, opening the door wider. He motioned for them to enter, a smile on his face. This is so awesome. Two already!! |
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