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Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:51 pm
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Thanks Reso! <3
I shall work hard to make time periodically for this thread. x'D
Oi, UmaChan is right; we'd end up in the poor-houses if we bought every single thing that they released. Choices, choices... D'=
-mumbles about possibly getting a second part-time job-
Oh and I updated the front page again, if anyone's interested to get a brief idea of what they might have missed these last few pages! ^^
And thanks to those who sent me updates about the boys; I shall do my best to updating the front page with your contributions as frequently as I can!
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Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:53 am
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>> Posting Again! Was waiting for the next/this page... x'DD<<
Thanks for the suggestions for the new poll everyone!
A new one is now up, and I'm thinking of changing it every once in a while with different aspects as some have already suggested (singing skills, dancing, etc.) just so it's not so superficial; "favorite" is a vague word. I mean, I'm sure we love all the boys the same! ;'D
Also, if anyone is concerned, I'm going to record all old poll-results in post #3 in the front page! <3
LoL! I know, xiao_blossom, it's been too long... ='D Thanks a lot; I can use all the luck I can get. I'm so glad you're still here. So many of the oldies have left! O':
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Wed Nov 14, 2007 1:31 am
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Yikes, has it been over half a year since I updated this thread? Ok. I'm still pretty busy with a lot of stuff, but life seems to be slowing down for me enough so that I can start to make a little time for Gaia again every once in a while. But I'm still determined to maintain and update this thread for, and along with, everyone.
So now I just have one teeny-tiny request to ask of all you fellow DBSK fans. I'm still going to be rather busy to keep up with all the current news going on with the group, but for the benefit for all the other fans out there, if some of you can send mail to my Gaia account in the form of private messages (so that I can update the front page intro posts of this thread for the convenience of everyone else who sometimes can't always catch up the many pages they might miss/ too lazy to go back and read x'D ) any current events/news going on with DBSK, that would be much appreciated; and, I'm sure everyone else would love you for it as well. As always, you will be getting full credit for your contribution to the thread!
Thanks for your time everyone! <3
I'll talk to you again soon, hopefully. ^^
* P.S.
I'm thinking of changing the poll; does anyone have any suggestions? (Or maybe, even objections to changing the poll?)
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|| Sorry for still not posting a reply; my brain just isn't working properly lately. With the school year coming to a close soon, I seriously have to start pulling my grades up if I'm going to be accepted into a good college. So yeah, I dunno, I'll still try to keep this roleplay alive. But if I seem irking quiet for the next little while well, I guess you'll know why, again, my apologies for holding the roleplay up. It's just that Gaia's not gonna exactly be my first priority right now. D':
I'm still here though.
-sighs-
Time goes by too fast sometimes, I'm gonna miss high school...
= 3
Feel like I'm getting too old for Gaia. ||
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This angel was amusing; he certainly wasn't the typical, boring type Lady had always imagined angels to be at least. In fact, he was more the complete opposite. But then again, she was never one to believe stereotypes. Especially not after her encounter with the Sons of Sparda. Dante in no way fit the stereotypical demon. Angels. She reckoned they could have exceptions too.
Intelligent?
Well, certainly not much. But Lady had too noticed that these particular demons seemed to attack with at least some sense of purpose. Instead of the typical random attacks, they had a rough group-like formation which hinted that they may have been working together. Demons with a common goal. Not a good sign. There was someone bigger behind this, that was the only way.
By the time she had eliminated all the demons on her side, Lady just waited while Ethan finished with his. She leaned a bored elbow on the end of her Kalina Ann while studying his method of combat. His movements were clean, precise, and deadly. Hm, not bad.
We make a good team...
"I suppose." Lady agreed with a shrug, she didn't even notice a small grin of her own sneak upon her face in response to Ethan's. "So, did you notice it too?"
She didn't have to elaborate on that question, he probably knew what she meant. And the answer? It was probably: yes. Lady was referring to that demon attack they had just encoutered just seconds ago. Instead of just kill, kill, kill randomly with no regards whom (maybe even each other), these demons were organized and precise. Something wasn't right. It was an ambush of sorts. But now the more important question, why?
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Wed Apr 25, 2007 8:32 pm
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O _ O
Whoah.
Big eyes.
-wishes she had a sibling-
Hello.
Pocky.
x'D Welcome to the thread!
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I love how you guys always post any "news" portions all nice and formatted, makes it so much easier to update the front page of current events. ^^
Thank you!
D': The only thing I'm going to gripe about is all this sad news going on lately. April's not been a good month for the Junior oppas, and now this with Micky.
-overdose of worries-
Interesting to see how people have conflicting opinions about SM during these, 'times of troubles'... it's a tough industry. But then again, guess that's how they stay on top right?
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Everything was absolutely… perfect. Ah, perfection. The very word itself almost seemed to lose its meaning, almost, because it was such commonplace now. Do you not reckon? What makes perfection so alluring is partially because it can never really be completely achieved. Mankind is a complex species; we always strive to reach that maximum potential. It’s the never-ending yearning that separates us from the apes from which we’ve supposedly evolved from. But anyways, that’s another story for another time. For now, I’m just going to tell you another little story. This is the candid story of the day that my life changed forever.
Right now, it was lunch time.
I never ate much; I ate often. There were six meals every single day: breakfast, brunch, lunch, tea-time, dinner, and late-night snack. It was a miracle I hadn’t grown to be morbidly obese; everything in moderation. Even though meals were constantly prepared at couple hour intervals, this vanity was not always appreciated. It was the twenty-seventh century. Food going to waste was not a foreign concept to say the least. Enough said. Today was no exception. When the machine’s voice came over the intercom in my room announcing that my next meal was prepared and ready in the dining room, I merely shrugged it off as noise pollution and concentrated back to the screen where a computer was generating what fashion combination I should put on for today’s venture. As I gently touched the screen to make my selection, the computer automatically signaled my wardrobe to produce the specific articles of clothing selected. With a small beep, double glass doors slid open to reveal expensive couture.
Today was just like any other day, or at least, it had started off that way. My features were half-hidden behind her large and concealing sunglasses, as usual. As my transportation came to a halt, I got out of the vehicle and entered into yet another glass-enclosed existence. Buildings to buildings were connected, limiting as much as possible the amount of time one would have to spend exposed to natural air or the environment. Who needed the sun when artificial light gave off such an even more impressive glow? All the metal surfaces were illuminated almost as a monument to how far mankind had gone. In this technologically advanced society, only one word could describe it: perfection. This was an over-used term, but still, an accurate one at that. This little word was always present, lurking at the back of my mind at all times. That was the way I was raised to think, and that was how it would always be. Even my simple shopping at the mall event was planned down to the last second. My schedule was first to leave the house after tea-time, and then to enter through the North-entrance so that I may first meet up with the owner of the new boutique opening up just this weekend. I was then to meet a couple of my friends over at the fountain at the heart of the mall to compare purchases before being escorted to the cocktail party my father’s new business associates had organized. After an evening of socializing with the right people, I was to be transported back to my residence to retire earlier so that tomorrow morning I would be able to catch the very first flight to Asia to learn more of my father’s business: the business that shall be mine one day. Everyday was all very busy indeed, but necessary nonetheless.
The time was now 5:52 pm.
Great. I was now eight minutes and thirty-seven seconds ahead of schedule. In other words, I had a little over eight minutes before my ride got here to bring me to that obliged cocktail party daddy dearest had so graciously insisted that I attend. Little did I know, these eight minutes would change the life as I knew it forever. So patience, was the least of my worries. Little did I know, this was when my life would end, and my nightmare begin. Hardly ever exposed to nature for more than sixty seconds in my entire life, I so boldly decided to get some fresh air while my transport was on its way. I understood that the streets just outside this prestige building would not be allowed to be in a condition too inappropriate for heiresses such as myself. That would have been intolerable. Having my biggest concern put at ease, I casually stepped out of those automatic glass doors to feel the natural sun’s rays grace my half-covered features.
No sooner had I stepped out of the glass building behind me did I hear an alarm go off. As I turned around immediately, I saw to my horror that the entire building had in one second gone into a complete lock-down. Metal shields were covering the glass surface, so I could not make out what was going on inside. Almost as if on cue, there was a sudden wave of panicked outcries to be heard around me on the streets, revealing that my shocked state was shared by many other around me. Something was amiss; this was the understatement of the century.
Necessity is the mother of invention.
Even when I was a little girl, I never really worked all that well with others. I would do fine with others working under me, where it was purely a one-sided professional relationship, but actually working together? Yeah… not so much. The very concept of a ‘clan’ seemed so primitive to me. No. This was definitely not my first choice. Unfortunately though, for once in my life, I didn’t have a say in how my life was going to be lived. This was the reality they were all in, might as well start getting used to it. In our clan, there were four people: some girl who was going through some mini-life-crisis trying to ‘find herself’ or whatever, a guy off the streets, the mommy’s boy who seems to be afraid of anything and everything, then of course lastly, yours truly. I was always a bit of a snob, intentional or not. I’ll admit it. I don’t mean to be so stuck-up. Just, this was the way I was raised. This was the only way I knew to behave really. So just living the only way I know how to now; unexpected circumstances bring out our true nature.
Still, I try to be polite and civilized for the most part. I could just, be a little cold at times. Being raised from your typical ‘proper’ family, I was taught to constantly keep my manners. To be more specific, I certainly wouldn’t just go around and randomly hating or insulting people and starting something. If you don’t mess with me, then I won’t mess with you. Simple. Don’t start a beef with me, and I can be just as easy to live with as the very next girl. But some things never change. I acknowledge that though I may be well-educated, but the basic skills required for survival like boiling water, I can be quite a helpless one. I just positively can’t stand it though when people look down on me when this happens. Hello! I’m a Clevelle. I’m supposed to be the one looking down on you.
Yesterday was just another typical day for me. As usual, I kept to myself mostly. I don’t get along all that well with the others most of the time, so I don’t see the point in hanging around and making the mood slightly awkward for everyone, for my own sake if not theirs. Besides, on a more practical note, I was always just more in the way than anything else. I didn’t know how to do the basic things to help the clan out. I was primarily just living off of them. A minor technicality, I think. Another main reason I’d always be off somewhere by myself is because I had now learned better than to sulk and complain in front of my clan. Being an heiress to becoming some random commoner living on the streets was not an easy transition me. In fact, I’m still trying to adjust. For some unknown reason to me though, whenever I expressed such thoughts of discontent, my fellow clansmen would immediately get annoyed. Go figure.
When that punk Toby waltzed into the room and hollared at everyone so early in the morning, needless to say I was a little more than pissed. Who the hell did he think he was? And who made him the leader of this clan. Actually, he probably did most of the work around here. So I guess it wouldn't kill me to keep my mouth shut for now. Still half-conscious on my poor excuse of a bed, as uncomfortable as it was, parting with it would no doubt be even more difficult.
"Mmm... give Mel five more minutes..." I groaned into my pillow, not really sure why in the world I was referring to myself in third person.
Man, I must really be tired.
What a jerk Toby always was going around and talking to us like that. Back before the crash, nobody ever dared use that tone with me. I could have had their asses fired faster than they could say Indiana Jones. Anyways, clearly that wasn't the case now. Arg! It sucks to be a commoner! Why me? Oh well. With my face still burried in my pillow, the noises around me were slightly murked, but I could just make out Isaiah calling a cigarette break after one of his little speeches about how horrible our current situation was. Or at least, that's what I assumed that mumbling in the background was. At that comment from his thick British accent, I couldn't help but chuckle a little in amusement into my pillow, earning me a good cough as I practically suffocated myself by trying to breath into the thick fabric.
Obviously the two boys were up. I'll get up when Ally does...
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