Monday, July 30, 2007

   Maybe 16 ~~Part Two~~
well, not exactly PART TWO, but still, it's the second section I'm posting =]
here's part one if you didn't read it:
http://www.myotaku.com/users/moonshinedancer/posts/1174176

hope you like!

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“Yeah,” I looked straight into his eyes, “What’s it to you?”
He chuckled and grabbed my hand—lifting me out of my seat in the process. “Just wanted to kidnap you from this situation.”
With that, time seemed to slow around us as he dragged me into the hallway. What I didn’t notice was that we were running so fast that time seemed to slow, not that it was slowing in the process.
“What are you doing?” I asked, pulling my hand from his. I looked back to the library, where my brother had just gotten up and was about to run after us. Cassandra just gave me a shocked look, her mouth open wide.
When I looked back to the guy, he was smiling, “I was saving you from a situation which could have been harmful to you, my dear.”
Hearing him say “my dear” just got to me. It sounded familiar, which freaked me out. “I didn’t need to be saved, you jerk!”
Kota had finally made it out to the hallway, instantly standing in between the guy and me. “Leave my sister alone.”
His voice sent shivers down my spine; there was something feral about it. My brother, the guy you would think lastly about when you talk about anger.
“And what if I don’t?” the guy said with a grin. His teeth looked…longer, especially his canines. Suddenly, it looked as if a headache slammed him, because his smile faded and he was clutching his head. No scream though, it looked past a screaming pain.
Both Kota and I were shocked at this turn of events. Kota said the first thing that came to his mind, “Are you a stoner?”
I would have laughed, but the guy just shook his head and stood up tall. His eyes were shut and so was his mouth. When he opened his eyes, the irises were so black, you couldn’t see the pupil. With one glare, he was gone. It was almost as if he had said, “I’ll be back.”
Kota looked back at me questioningly, “Do you know him?”
“No…but he seemed familiar somehow,” I told him with a shrug. I looked into the library, where it seemed everyone but Cassandra, Kota and I didn’t even see what had happened. Casey looked like she wanted to come out and ask what happened, yet wanted to stay in her seat and ignore what had just unfolded in front of her. “Looks like we’re the only ones who saw that little confrontation.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Look at the library,” I told him, nodding my head in its direction. The bell was about to ring, so people were packing up their things. No one looked into the hallway; no one even wondered where Kota was. Only Casey glanced at me, trying not to make eye contact it seemed.
Kota sighed, “Well, even if they don’t notice now, they’ll notice that I’m missing soon, so I better get in there.”
“What if they won’t even know?”
“You thinking about skipping the rest of your classes?”
“Not exactly, but I want to know what just happened…”
“Don’t think too much about it, Rae,” only Kota knew my nickname, since he gave it to me. Normally he would have wanted to know also, so I knew for a fact that he knew, just he didn’t want to tell me.
“Tell me,” I let my voice grow cold and commanding. It looked like it took him an effort to shake his head, as if it wasn’t normal for him to do that.
“I don’t know,” he lied, touching his left shoulder. Giving him a hard look, I turned and walked back into the library. The bell didn’t ring until I made it to my purse and messenger bag. Cassandra glared at me when I was about to walk away, as if the whole event was my fault.
“What?! I’m tired of you just messing with my life! Tell me what’s wrong!” I yelled at her, at my wits end. “Why don’t you ever come out with what’s wrong?! I would love to hear about it!”
She was taken aback at my rebuttal of her silent judgment. Silence met my questions for a moment before she got herself together.
“What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” she started before I interrupted.
“Finally!” I screamed, making a nice little scene. “Why don’t you tell everyone? What the hell did I do to deserve everything that you’ve put me through?”
She looked shocked for a moment, “You don’t even know? Are you that clueless?”
I didn’t even let her answer any of my questions, “Fine! If you’re just going to be a little bitch, then I will just be going.”
With that, and the taste of satisfaction, I turned and walked out of the media center. As I went, it was almost as if all my troubles since that movie incident was gone—dissipated finally.
Kota met up with me farther down the hall. “What was that for?”
“I was fed up with her,” I told him, my head high even though many people were giving me mixed looks. “I won’t let her torture me anymore.”
“That’s good, but why now?”
“She gave me a look, and I just…flipped,” I told him, turning to face him. His class and her class gave me glances, but didn’t say a word. “It came naturally somehow.”
He murmured something, making me prompt him, “What was that?”
“Nothing,” he reacted.
“Why are you lying to me?” I could feel my emotions start to tie. Too much stress was overpowering me, and I was close to tears. Luckily, Kota noticed this before saying anything, and gave me a hug. I gratefully let him embrace me.
“I’m sorry, Renee,” he whispered into my ear, “There’s just too much happening lately, and more things to come.”
I nodded and gently pushed him away, “Maybe today is a good day to skip.”
“Maybe…”
And with that, I turned and walked out of the school. No one stopped me, no one even noticed. It was almost as if I was invisible to everyone, except my brother.
Knowing no where to go, since I didn’t have my license yet, I walked to the gas station up the street. Our house was only about a block away, empty, but I didn’t want to go there yet. The whole world seemed to be in the palm of my hand as I walked to the station. Peace was all I knew in that one moment. The sun warmed my head and light blue shirt. My messenger bag didn’t even seem all that heavy, and my purse had some money in it, so I could actually get something to eat before going wherever my feet took me.
At the station, there were a few kids that were skipping class as I was. I knew none of them, and they didn’t seem to mind that I was there. Then I saw him.
“Damn,” I cursed under my breath. It was the same guy that had stopped me in the hall. In the sunlight, I could see his tattoo more clearly. It was a tangle of vines and flowers, all in shades of green and black.
He walked up to me once I noticed he was there. “Sorry about before.”
“Go away,” I told him, my moment of serenity gone. “I just want to be left alone.”
“My name is Cicero Klarton,” he ignored me.
“I don’t care who the hell you are—”
“You will soon,” interrupting me, he kept going, “The full moon is in less than a fortnight, am I right?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” my birthday was also the day of the full moon, but Klarton wouldn’t have known that, he couldn’t have.
“The full moon has much to do with your future, and the future of people close to you,” he told me. I couldn’t help myself, and let him walk up to me. We were so close that if I had decided to kiss him, all I would have to do was raise my head.
“What the hell do you mean?” I asked, letting my voice grow cold once more. Klarton’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word. “What are you talking about? Tell me.”
But what he did instead looked like it took an effort. He whipped out his sunglasses—which were tucked away in his back pocket—and put them on, “How do you know how to do that?”
“Do what?” I asked, losing my calm, cool voice. Klarton was confusing me, changing the subject faster than I could seem to follow. It was as if he was trying to talk to a person of whom he knew well…
He shook his head, and looked down—yes; I’m shorter than him too—at me. “Are you sure you don’t know?”
“I’m positive,” I told him, glaring right back at him. “Stop dragging me around the conversation!”
Some of the stoners and skippers glanced over, then went along with their business as if we weren’t even there.
“Here’s not the place, and now isn’t the time,” he told me. Suddenly, he looked up and around, as if he had sensed someone. His face grew steadily tense and worried, and he turned to leave. Just before running off—and I do mean run—he whispered, “Wait for the full moon.”
Dammit! Why did I always know the weird men that said cryptic things? Ty always did the same thing, but at least his made sense! Kota didn’t say anything cryptic, up to today, but then again, maybe it was the circumstances?
The rest of the day, I didn’t really do much. Some of the stupider new stoners actually asked if I wanted some, but I just told them to go do something I think isn’t even possible. The employee told us at least three times to leave, but we just ignored the guy. I kind of felt bad, since he was just some college kid trying to make some money, but when he threatened to call the cops on us the fourth time he came out, I flipped and yelled at him until he was the one that felt bad. Everyone clapped as he walked away in shame.
The sunlight felt great and the atmosphere better. It was almost as if I had been transported to a haven far away from school, even though it was right up the road. As if no one could harm me. As if no one could ruin this perfect moment.
At around three, I heard a car pull up near by, knowing instantly it was my brother. I twisted my head around and saw his deep blue jeep, blasting the Beach Boys. I stood up and walked over. Stopping in front of the driver’s side window—I had no intention of getting into the passenger side at the moment—I waited for him to roll down the window.
“Get in, sis,” he said as soon as the window was down.
“No,” I said defiantly as I heard Surfing U.S.A. blaring back at me.
“Now, Renee,” he gave me a big-brother glare for effect, “I’m not up to dealing with your bullshit at the moment.”
“And I’m not up to dealing with your lies. If you answer my questions truthfully, then I might get in the car.” All the people I had made “friends” with in the small time I was talking to them started cheering, since they were listening in the whole time. I even heard a “you tell him, girl!” in the group standing behind me, giving me confidence.
“Fine, you can just be stranded here!” He snapped at me angrily.
“You’re not leaving without answering my questions,” I snarled just as angrily, if not more. I wasn’t about to take his bull. “Answer them, and then you may leave.”
He opened his mouth, thought for a second, and forced himself to roll up the window. Without thinking, I snapped at him, “Roll that window back down.”
He did.
“Now, tell me, did you know that kid that took me from the library?” I leaned over the window. “Tell me the truth.”
“Yes, but I don’t know him well. He just has a bad reputation, that’s all. I didn’t want you to fall into his trap,” Kota actually sounded genuine.
“Me? Think about who you’re talking about,” I laughed. “Anyway, I don’t like him, but if you leave without taking me home, I’m either walking or taking a ride with whoever will give me one, even if it’s him.”
“Fine,” Kota sighed, “Do you want to stay here?”
“Only if you need to get home right now,” I replied. “I would love to spend some more time here, but if you truly need me home at this very moment, then I will leave.”
“Alright,” he finally said, “Have fun, sis, but call me when you need to come home. I don’t want you taking a ride from a stranger.”
“Always worried about your little sister?” A voice from behind me asked. After hearing it a few times, I knew who it was. Klarton.
“Damn you, Cicero!” my brother spat bitterly as a hand descended upon my shoulder. The crowd was silent, so I guessed they were as shocked as I was with this. “Why don’t you just go back to where you came from and leave her alone?”
“She’s mine,” he whispered, leaning over to kiss the top of my head. Before he could, I twisted around and smacked him.
“I am no one’s, buster, because I am my own. Next time you say that or anything like that, it won’t be just your face that will be hurting,” my slap must have shocked him, because he had no comment for that. “Don’t touch me either.”
With that, I ignored them both and walked away. I could hear the clapping from the crowd even when I hit the trees. Once in the cool shade, I regained myself and heard my brother’s car—the Beach Boys was a hint—drive by the trees since the road was lined with them on one side.
“Come on sis, I want to go home,” he called, but I still ignored him like the stubborn person I am. Instead, I walked deeper into the forest as if I was going on a nice long walk. The farther in, the denser the trees and debris became and the harder it was for me to walk through. Still, I moved on.
After a while, I noticed serenity had fallen upon the forest, and it was almost as if I had stepped into paradise, except for one thing. I recognized that if I walked out—because I knew I had to—I would be confronted by people I no longer trusted. And if I didn’t come out, they would send someone in to look for me. Either way, I didn’t want to be disturbed, but knew no way to tell someone without being bothered.
So I climbed a tree and rested against its strong trunk. I had let my backpack fall to the ground without a second thought, since I had lugged it with me—but not before grabbing my sketchbook and pencil pouch.
A butterfly fluttered by, landing on a leaf a few feet away from me. It wasn’t a local breed, because it was pure black with a long tail coming off either wing. Instantly, I pulled out my pencil and flipped quietly to a clean page.
Caught in my drawing, I noticed nothing else around me. All there was in my little world was me, my subject, the pencil and paper. Nothing else seemed to exist until I was done. The butterfly even seemed to know it was being observed, because it would pause from time to time, giving me a great view to draw.
Once I was done, the butterfly seemed to leap off the leaf and flutter over to me. Gently, it landed on my knee once I put my sketchbook down. I watched in amazement as it slowly flapped its wings, as if showing itself off.
Time seemed to slowly pass as I watched that butterfly. Instead of flying, it looked to glide through the air, weightless. It stayed around me, though, periodically landing on my knee or head. A few times, I sketched it resting on my left hand or on a branch. It was almost too perfect to be real.
When the sun was gone, and my vision intensified, I knew I was stuck. I could still see the butterfly, but if I went into town or walked home, the moonlight would feel like fire being poured into my eyes. Sighing, I sat back.
“I don’t know what to do,” I started to tell the insect flying around me, as if it would understand me. A voice from the forest answered back instead.




sorry, that was alot...but I don't care. =]

~Okami~
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   I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!! *hug for everyone*
EASY LISTENING: Touchdown Turnaround (Don't Give Up on Me) by Hellogoodbye

ARG! damn aol....I just finished a LONG post, pressed the button, and WHABAM! AOL disconnects for a moment...grrrr...
what's worse is I don't remember everything I typed...

Oh well

I got back two days ago, but have been lazy and/or kicked out of the basement/computer. So much craziness. I swear, this house doesn't move smoothly without me here to do what needs to be done.

Ocean City rocked my mind. So much to talk about (and so many inside jokes) that I'm feeling too lazy to type any of it. =] I already had, but it was all deleted.

Oh! Good news. Once I get Java updated and the scanner up, I can join contests and give my gifts without having to wait for school!!! ^o^

*SUPERFLYINGTACKLEHUG*
Sand, Sun, and Surfers
tita!
~Okami~
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Thursday, July 26, 2007

   I'm back (Bunny)
HI again! Okami is still at the beach, making me incredibly lonely w/o my friend...
Anyway, I went to Otakon as Edward Elric from Full Metal Alchemist.
You might have seen me. I chased a giant white squirrel 'cause he called me short. (I'M NOT SHORT!!!!)
I gave out a hug, and took a picture w/ a Lust. It was my first time cosplaying so...
oh yeah...
I MET VIC!!!!!! (you know, the guy that does Ed's voice???)
I can die happy! (kidding)
~Bunny
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Saturday, July 21, 2007

   I'm Bookin' It!
EASY LISTENING: I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack

So I'm off to Ocean City today and BunZ is off to Otakon as well. I'll be drawing as well as tanning and swimming and whatever else we end up doing (PIRATE GOLF!)

And the search for the Emo Lifeguard goes on =]

There's a dove with her babies outside. She made a nest under the deck last year, and already had one set of babies. Now she came back and had more. Strange thing is, we have a cat, and he's not annoying the bird, or trying for the male dove's neck (he's now hanging on the deck, checkin' up on his babies)
Then again, Buster can't get to the nest, so she's safe =] Buster is a little snit, but he's asleep on the ottoman upstairs, snoring peacefully away.

Hope everyone has a great week! I'll see you next Saturday when I get back. *hug* I'll have stories to tell, I know that. There's never a time that passes when with friends that DOESN'T turn into an inside joke (e.g. Pirate Golf and Emo Lifeguard, which were last year's inside jokes...or at least the main ones)

*SUPERFLYINGTACKLEHUG*
Love
~Okami~
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Friday, July 20, 2007

   BunZ
ah haha! BunZ is at Otakon today. =] Hopefully someone saw her, maybe she met up with Paul?

*hugs* hope you had a great Otakon everyone! And talk to you, BunZ, when I get back from OC.

OC Countdown: about 12 more hours (8:00pm here)

~Oki~
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   Maybe 16
This is a story I've been working on. It's not a fanfiction or anything remotely having to do with anime (sadly) but it's good (or so I've heard...) and wanted to share the first few pages with you. As always, if you wanna read more, just PM me and I'll send some more pages.

Here it is:
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The half-moon shown down on your house, telling of a fuller moon coming soon, and I looked over at you, sleeping soundly on your bed. There was nothing yet about you that would tell anyone of your true personality. Even your damned human nature isn’t who you really are. You’ve guessed before, but never come so close. You’ve always wondered why you’ve felt something so out of character—or so you thought. It is only a matter of time, as always. Your sixteenth is almost here, and the moon is swelling, getting ready to set you free.
I’m waiting for you to wake up, my dear…


Tossing and turning in my bed, I couldn’t seem to sleep for more than ten minutes at most. I had forgotten to shut the curtains the night before, making the moonshine strike my bed. That little shard of light kept me awake, with my sensitive eyes cursing it.
Before I go on, I have to explain this to you. My eyes are only sensitive at night, when the sun is gone. Light seems magnified, burning the backs of my pupils, keeping me blind until the sun shines it’s bright head once again. This has been happening since I turned fourteen, confusing me and keeping me from doing anything at night that my peers were doing. I remember the night I learned of my sensitivity well, since it was also the night I lost most of my friends, changing me from popular, to the school outcast.
Cassandra had asked me to come with her to the movies on a Thursday night, “Come on, begin the weekend a day early why don’t you?”
I obliged and we saw a new release. Strangely, I can’t remember what the movie was; all I could remember was that the screen was painful to watch, so I left for the bathroom very often, ending up outside in the dark and comfortable night. The moon was new, so there was nothing shining down on me, except the streetlamps, but my luck was up, and most of the lamps were broken.
When the movie was over, I was still standing outside, watching several teens skateboarding. Cassandra came out, looking for me.
“I’m over here, Casey!” I yelled, waving my hand. She saw the movement and heard my voice, but called back, “I can’t see you! I’m going to turn on my flashlight.”
Cassandra was always ready for anything, and pulled out her mini flashlight from her purse. When she shined it in my direction, I screamed out from the sudden light and clutched my eyes.
“God dammit, Casey, turn off the light!” I screeched at her. I still don’t know what she saw, but whatever it was, she screamed at the top of her lungs and bolted. None of the skaters cared, since most of them were stoned at the time. The ones that weren’t? Well, they might have just been ignoring the whole conflict.
The next day, Casey started spreading vicious rumors that I had been raped, and then it changed to rumors that I had attacked someone. Whatever she finished it with, the rumors grew, getting crazier as they went along. By the end of the year, I was virtually friendless, except for two of my friends that never believed anything Cassandra said. And yes, she still told rumors about me when she thought I was making too many friends or talking to people who didn’t know the story yet. Making my life miserable just seemed to be what she planned to do, but she had only half succeeded.
Now back to tonight. I just couldn’t get to sleep because of that damn moonlight. I even put the covers over my head, but it got stuffy under there after a while, making me wake up again.
“Dammit,” I groaned, opening my eyes to look at the clock. Five in the morning.
“Dammit,” I repeated, shutting my eyes again. My alarm clock didn’t even go off for another hour! I was still tired.
Instead of just lying there doing nothing, I sat up and got a book from the floor. I could see the letters clearly in the light streaming through my window.
The light of the sun started to shine at about six, and my alarm went off. Instead of smashing it off like I normally did, I just let it go. My brother needed to wake up early anyway, and I knew he could hear it through the wall that divided our rooms.
And a few minutes later: “TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF!”
“No!” I yelled back, “You need to drive me to school today!”
“Why?” he asked, half asleep and standing in my doorway. “Something happen on the bus again?”
Dakota was two years older than me, yet knew almost everything that happened on our bus. He normally drove me when something happened. Kota—the nickname I gave him when I was younger and I keep using it—also knew about my strange night-vision thing, so he understood.
He scratched his short black hair and yawned widely, showing all of his white teeth. I had matching black hair, but mine was waist-length. Even our eyes matched—a nice shade of purple-blue. We almost looked like twins, except for the fact that he’s a foot taller than me.
“Nothing happened yet, but it’s a matter of time before something does happen,” I told him. A thought occurred to me, “Are you picking up Blake too?”
Blake was Kota’s best friend who lived right down the street from us. My brother normally picked him up, since his car was in the shop. Kota shook his head, “He said he was going to skip today.”
Nodding, I got up and walk past him to the shower. Before I got in, I looked back at him.
“Nothing happened…yet.”

Half way through the school day and it is lunch. I just walked past the lunchroom and into the library. At least there would be no one from my old group there.
But I was wrong, like normal. Kota’s class was in there for a research project or something, and so was Cassandra’s. Not even my friends—the few that had stayed with me—were here.
And you know where the only open computer was in the whole library?
Yup, you guessed it. Cassandra. And right next to her? My brother.
Now if that’s not the most ironic thing I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what is. But I had to sit down and look like I was doing something, and I really wanted to go on the internet.
So I sat down.
“Hey sis, I didn’t know your class was in here,” Kota instantly said, his eyes traveling to Cassandra and back to me. The silent question was “what are you doing? This is the girl that ruined your life.”
“They’re not. It’s my lunch mod,” I told him, ignoring Cassandra, of whom I knew was looking at the back of my head as if to ask “are you talking to someone? I’ll have to destroy whatever relationship you have with this person as soon as possible.”
I turned back to the computer and logged in. As I waited for the screen to load up, I chatted with Kota.
After a minute or two—the school computers are very slow—Casey couldn’t take it anymore, “Who’s your friend, Renee?”
“This is my brother, Dakota Tanner,” I told her with a large smile as I turned to face her. “Can’t you tell?”
She took a good look at the both of us, since I knew Kota was looking over my head at Casey to see what she would do. Casey nodded slowly and opened her mouth to say something when a guy I had never seen before came up to me. He looked at least a year older than my brother, or at least around the age of eighteen or nineteen. His short auburn hair was messy, almost as if he had just woken up. His outfit composed of baggy tan pants that unzipped to shorts—I could tell because they were half unzipped at the knees—and a tight black t-shirt with a complicated design on the shoulder. A tattoo spiraled up from his wrist, with complicated twists and turns, making you mesmerized.
“Are you Renee Tanner?” He asked, looking into my eyes with his clear green ones.





sorry...I didn't know how many pages to put up...so I just got all the way to Cicero (thanks to Charlie Manson, you can see what he looks like) and pasted.

~Okami~
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   One More Day --- OC Countdown
Been watching anime all night, and then watched some America's Funniest Home Videos because they make me laugh this early in the morning...

Today I gotta finish up on everything I hadn't done all week, and bake cookies =]

*superflyingtacklehug*
~Okami~
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Thursday, July 19, 2007

   Lady MiNd FrEaK
this is BunZ' OC story, so buck up people =] it's halarious *halo* but that's my opinion. Go on and make your own:



The four officers dragged me into the military's Central Headquarters...literally.
"You arses! Let me go!" I yelled as I tried to pull away.
"Be quiet!” snapped the first officer that I nicknamed 'Thing One.'
"What did I ever do to deserve this?" I asked, knowing all too well that I have an extensive rap sheet.
"Just today we found you in a gang fight!" snapped Thing Two as he began my list of offenses.
"A week ago you assaulted an officer who was trying to arrest you for a bar fight." said Thing Three.
"He touched me!" I yelled.
"You had several concealed weapons..." Thing Four stated.
"Dude," I said with a smirk, "my body is a weapon."
"Underage drinking..." said Thing One as we came up to an office door. Thing Four gave it a couple knocks.
"What?" came a handsome voice from inside.
"May we come in sir?" asked Thing Three.
"Come on in."
The police opened the door, and roughly shoved me inside. We stood in the middle of a lavish office which contained a wall made of glass with a desk in front of it, and several book cases against the two side walls.
"What's wrong now?" asked a black haired man who was sitting behind the desk, flipping through papers.
"We have a gang member here," said Thing One, "that thinks fighting in public is funny."
The guy looked up from his desk, his dark focused eye locking onto my blue ones, the other hidden under a black eye patch.
"What gang are you from?" he asked me.
I didn't answer, I just looked around, plotting.
"The Colonel asked you a question!" snapped Thing One.
And just like the Colonel, I ignored him.
"Hey!" yelled Thing Four, "Answer us!"
Thing Three gripped my arm, trying to intimidate me into answering. I frowned and grabbed the collar of his uniform and flipped him to my other side, taking out Thing Two in the process. Things One and Four drew their handguns, but not fast enough. I had a hand in both of their faces, ready to snap my fingers, reducing them to dust.
"Make one wrong move," I growled, "and you'll have more than just a tan."
The Things both gulped, knowing I would keep my word. The Colonel on the other hand, didn't look the least bit nervous.
"Are you threatening my men with fire alchemy?" he growled.
"You know your alchemy." I complemented.
"I should," he said with a serious face, "I am the Flame Alchemist."
My eyes widened and I temporarily dropped my arms. The Things saw this as an opportunity and rushed me. I sighed, kicking Thing One in the face, and punching Thing Four in the gut, causing both men to crumble to the ground.
"Now that there is no other disturbances..." I said, walking over and leaning over the Colonel's desk, "I guess it's safe to assume that you're the Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang, right?"
"Yes, that is correct." he said.
"To tell you the truth," I said with a smile, "I'm a big fan of yours."
He looked at me strangely.
"You so realize that flattery won't work with me?" Colonel Mustang said.
"I'm not even trying." I snapped, "No, I'm a fan of your work. You're a good alchemist. Me, I'm just pyro."
"Uh, thank you?"

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   2 More Days --- OC Countdown
EASY LISTENING: XO by FOB

Still need to bake and finish cleaning...but by tomorrow, I will be soooo happy...might not even be able to sleep tomorrow night =]

FMA episode for tonight (that I will kick my sister out of the basement to see): Fullmetal Vs Flame

arg! slownessness of computer! *stabs computer multiple times* damn AOL

*superflyingtacklehug*
~Okami~
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   1:34am and FMA was awesome!
The episode was the one about Red Water and the Elric "impersonators"

I can't wait for tomorrow (tonight) night, tho, because it's the one with Roy and Ed fighting =]
Which is my favorite besides the thief one, which came on Monday? Yeah...Monday XD and I missed it because my sister wanted to watch tv with her boyfriend...at 11:30 (nothing naughty...get ya minds out of the gutter)

~Okami~
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