Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Name:	Brian townsend
Birthdate:	5/19/92
Birthplace:	dont know
Current Location:	in my own little world
Eye Color:	dont know
Hair Color:	black
Height:	5'11
Weight:	last time i checked 201
Piercings:	had one
Tatoos:	no but i might
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:	had a girlfriend but got dumped
Overused Phraze:	cram it
FAVORITES
Food:	all kinds
Candy:	all kinds
Number:	15
Color:	black
Animal:	cats
Drink:	mt dew
Alcohol Drink:	need to drink more
Bagel:	none
Letter:	none
Body Part on Opposite sex:	brests and there weight
This or That
Pepsi or Coke:	pepsi
McDonalds or BurgerKing:	mcdonalds
Strawberry or Watermelon:	strawdarry
Hot tea or Ice tea:	nether
Chocolate or Vanilla	chocolate
Hot Chocolate or Coffee:	hot chocolate
Kiss or Hug:	ether is fine with me
Dog or Cat:	cat
Rap or Punk:	depens
Summer or Winter:	both
Scary Movies or Funny Movies:	both
Love or Money:	both
YOUR...
Bedtime:	midnight
Most Missed Memory:	dont know
Best phyiscal feature:	none
First Thought Waking Up:	one more hour
Goal for this year:	lose some weight
Best Friends:	summer and bethany
Weakness:	loneleness and bordomness
Fears:	dont know
Heritage:	dont know
Longest relationship:	3 months
HAVE YOU...
Ever Drank:	hell yes
Ever Smoked:	yes
Pot:	a little
Ever been Drunk:	no
Ever been beaten up:	once
Ever beaten someone up:	no
Ever Shoplifted:	yes
Ever Skinny Dipped:	no
Ever Kissed Opposite sex:	yes
Been Dumped Lately:	yes
IN A GUY/GIRL
Favorite Eye Color:	blue
Favorite Hair Color:	dyed red or blonde
Short or Long:	short
Height:	a little shorter than me
Style:
Looks or Personality:	both
Hot or Cute	cute
Drugs and Alcohol:	really nether
Muscular or Really Skinny:	skinny not really skinny
RANDOMS
Number of Regrets in the Past:	to dam meny
What country do you want to Visit:	japan
How do you want to Die:	i dont know
Been to the Mall Lately:	no
Do you like Thunderstorms:	hell yes
Get along with your Parents:	not really
Health Freak:	no
Do you think your Attractive:	hell no
Believe in Yourself:	not really
Want to go to College:	maby
Do you Smoke:	some times
Do you Drink:	some times
Shower Daily:	try to
Been in Love:	yes
Do you Sing:	hell no
Want to get Married:	maby
Do you want Children:	maby
Have your future kids names planned out:	yes
Age you wanna lose your Virginity:	none of you buisnenss
Hate anyone:	hell yes
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

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Thursday, February 7, 2008

Memories
A girl walked down the hallway that seemed like a prison. Hundreds of men were prisoners behind bars. They stared at her in bad ways that she could not understand. She always ignored them. She walked down as her hips swayed slightly in a curve to melt any man’s heart. Metal clanked on her hips with her gear. The girl had a katana, twenty-eight inches. Few men shrieked and shuddered from her cold glares she gave to them if they looked at her the wrong way. Her back was exposed, showing marking of a tribute. It seemed like a tattoo of angel wings. The girl flipped her hair back, exposing her next and three marks; the Curse Mark. Her body and neck had soft and tenderness to the touch. But they knew that they could look, not touch. If they touched her, she kills them off quickly. No one dared to mess with her. Only one person did, and he died two years ago.

She sighed and remembered the memories of long ago.


She panicked and blocked an attack that was deadly. His movements were extreme and she usually could counter them. But this time, she was frightened from his words he gave to her. She screamed loudly from the pain. Blood dripped from her body and trickled down her legs. It stained her whole outfit almost. She was covered in her own blood. This girl wished this had never happened and believed that she could refuse, but she had to bring the target back. No matter if it’s convincing, or bring him back by force. She just had to bring him back. She looked at her partner who was drunk. He swayed around and fell to the floor. She sighed in annoyance. She saw the man starting to walk up to her. She tried to move, but her leg was wrapped around bones coming from underground. She struggled and struggled, but no use. He grabbed her chin with both hands and lifted up by force with his hand, making her have eye contact with him. She looked into his green eyes and started to shake. Hell, she knew what he was capable of doing to her. She was still weak from fighting the others.

She shuddered when thinking of them horrific memories of him. Two years. It’s been too long for her lifetime. She continued to walk down a normal stoned hallway with doors. One was open and saw a man around twenty or twenty two working on scrolls by candle light. He wore purple with a grey waistband. He sighed and took his hair down out of the pony tail that it was in. He then stroked the grey hair out of his eyes and continued to work on the scroll, quietly. Continuing to walk, she saw a boy around her age with a white kimono on. He was sharpening his sword that had a black blade almost. There was a symbol on the back of his kimono, a fan and half the top of the fan was in red; The Uchiha Clan. She sighed and continued to walk; as she started to walk out and into a creepy hallway that lead to an exit, she heard her name being called. It was a low and rusted voice, which she knew easily.

“Where do we think we are going…?” he said softly, enough to not let it echo fully. She turned and met his eyes; they were golden eyes and had pupils of a snake. She looked up to see his face, pale as paper almost. He wore a purple kimono and he had a little sweat coming from his face that was not noticeable.

“Out…” she said in a straight tone. She blinked as her dark aqua green glowed from the torches that were hung down the hallway.

“I see…” he said and walked the other way, as she heard a hiss coming from his neck. A snake was around his neck and slithered around his arm.

“It’s rejecting you…” she said while walking away and into the light.

“Excuse me?” he turned and looked at her.

“The body, it’s starting to reject you…” she repeated. She hated repeating thins more than once. He said nothing, knowing that she found out. He sighed and walked away, as well as her.


The girl continued to struggle as she started to feel his hands rub her cheek, then to the back of her ear and down her neck. She had goose bumps when he touched her left side of her neck, where the marking was. She closed her eyes tight, as she started to feel his hands go down to her chest bone. She flinched and whimpered for him to go away. He soon stopped and jumped back. He smirked.

“I already had my fun awhile ago… remember… I should kill you right now.” He took out a bone from his shoulder and aimed it at her neck. “It was fun pleasuring you.” He soon attacked, but missed.

Her eyes were locked closed but opened slowly to find sand protecting her. The girl went puzzled and gasped. Seeing that the sand went around his arm, and breaking the bones that were wrapped around her leg, which caused her to bleed. She stumbled and fell to the floor while grasping her leg. She saw a teenager of her age, maybe a year older than her walk in front of her. He wore a dark red like brown outfit with a gourd on his back. His locks of red hair blew in the wind slightly.

“Gaara of the Sand?” she said to the teenager. He soon looked down to the girl to see that she lost way too much blood. Gaara then looked back up to the man that had a bone like sword in his right hand. Gaara said nothing.

“Well… what do we have here…?” the man said. This man was only two years older than the girl. Gaara growled under his breath and attacked him. While they fought, she stumbled to get up and attack the man, but Gaara wrapped his sand around her other leg, making her fall on her face; cushioned by sand. She slammed her hand onto the sand.

The girl hacked out some sand. “Hey! Let go of me!” she barked at him. Gaara shook his head. “It’s pointless to struggle. You are too damaged to fight him.” He said to her in a soft rusty voice that made her spine chill. He then noticed she shrieked a little from the pain in her leg, making her twitch and grasp her leg. He finally let go of her leg with the sand. “Let me handle this.” He said.

“But-!” she stopped and looked at the man whom was slightly bleeding and tried to get out of the way of the sand. “You don’t know who he is…”

“…who is he then?” Gaara said to her.

“Kimimaro. He uses his own bones as weapons. And he…” she stopped and shook slightly.

“What did he do?” Gaara said like he was over protective of her safety.

“Um…” she sighed and looked up to him.

“Rape?” Gaara said, making her flinch and shook head. She finally got up and stumbled to him. She grabbed his shoulder softly for balance and whispered something in his ear. He got disgusted and angry.

“You’ll pay for this…” He said to Kimimaro, whom had a smile on his face. Not because he was laughing, because he was staring at the girl. Gaara finally knew what he did.


The girl continued to walk, but was now in a forest very dense that she almost couldn’t see the sky. It was slightly warm outside, enough for her to go with no sleeves on. She sighed and leaped from branch to branch, only hearing metal clanking form her waist and the rustling of the tree leaves. It was very peaceful, but something wasn’t right with her. She was sad, and lonely. The girl knew something was wrong with herself, but she couldn’t lay a finger on what it was. She was living with someone that cared for her, that helped her train, that helped her seek revenge on those that had grudges. She gained power.

The girl was happy. But for some reason, she wasn’t anymore. At this very moment, she still had to kill one last person, her father. For abusing her for six years, for neglecting her, he caused her to run away; she had to kill him, but not at this very moment. She had to go to the fields and look at something. She leaped from another tree and saw the waterfall in the distance, she knew she was getting closer. But the girl then stopped and fell to her knees and coughed up blood.

She then looked down and touched her chest slightly, from the pain of the memories. She rubbed her chest where her heart was, seeing a faded away scar, knowing that she saved someone that day.


The girl and the boy panted as the kid in the green sighed. The girl panted quickly while sitting on top on one of the huge boned spears that stuck up from the ground. There were tons of them all around. Gaara sighed heavily. Her back ached, as Gaara and the boy in green spandex looked to see her with huge black angel wings. She panted softly and stopped.

“Is everyone alright?” she said. Both of them nodded softly.

“I’m almost out of chakra. I’m done.” Gaara said, and heard panting from someone else, he turned and saw Kimimaro in his level two curse mark with a large bone spear on his right arm. Kimimaro had a terrifying face on him; anger inside from Gaara’s words. The girl gasped.

“You will never understand how I feel! I will serve Orochimaru until the day I die!” he shot the spear at Gaara’s face. Gaara gasped slightly and flinched.

All there was is blood, and a whole hell of it.

The girl coughed and gasped for air, as blood splatter all over Gaara’s face. He was unharmed, except the girl. She took the stab to her heart instead of Gaara getting stabbed in his throat. She wheezed slightly and grabbed Kimimaro’s arm softly.

“…Yuki… Hatsumaru… why?” Kimimaro said to the girl, whom name was Yuki. She looked up and were inches away from each others lips, blood oozed from her mouth and down her chest and legs. Gaara panicked and gasped slightly, his cold face turned to sadness and concern.

“He doesn’t… deserve to die…” she said softly and panted out warm breath. “… You deserve to die too, Kimimaro…” she coughed blood.

His eyes widened as he heard his heartbeat slow rapidly. “I always… loved… you…” he said and his eyes were starting to close as blood trickled down his mouth.

“I know…” she paused and wheezed slightly, leaned up to his ear and whispered, “… go to hell.”

She then smiled and her eyes never shut as her heartbeat slowed and her arms dropped to their sides. All she heard left was her name being shouted by the medics and her team mates that arrived a second too late.


Yuki shrieked slightly from the pain inside her heart. Everyday, she
wondered how the hell she survived twenty minutes after she died. They must have used a special jutsu that only The Fifth Hokage knew. She soon got back up and hours passed. She finally made it to the field where few bones were shot up from the ground. The sun was starting to set and she sighed. Seeing a handmade cross made out of bones. It was Kimimaro’s grave. The same spot were he died. She sighed and looked at the blood stained on the bones. She noticed there was a hole in the ground, like a cup where flowers would be put in there. There was a field that she went passed before she got to the battle field and picked some. She kneeled down to the grave and stroked her fingers across the bone. While looking at the carvings, she started to wonder why he did them things to her. It took awhile for her to figure out why. He wanted to protect her, even though he had to hurt her. It was almost like love, she never understood love. Kimimaro never hated her, he cared for her and wanted to be with her. Even though she hated him for it, hurting her, pushing her around, yelling at her, touching her, he wanted to prove that he was one not to mess with. He as well wanted to prove that he wanted to protect her from other men so she wouldn’t be heart broken. She sighed and cringed slightly from the thought. She then put down the flowers into the hole and stroked her hands on the cross again. Yuki had her eyes closed, and prayed for him to be in peace. She tightened her grip on the cross and finally got up and looked at the orange red sky.

“…Forgive me, Kimimaro. You deserve to be in Heaven.” She said and was starting to walk away.


She regrets everything.
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Sunday, January 20, 2008

What Final Fantasy VIII Character Are You?


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Sunday, January 13, 2008

What Shinigami Are You?


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