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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:25 am
Alright, so everyone copies something some time or another. This is the game where you find out what you copied last. You do this in three easy steps : 1) Click the 'Post Reply' button 2) Press 'ctrl' and the 'v' button at the same time, add a little side note if you'd like. 3) Hit submit for the whole guild to see what it was you copied! Her is my exampled  Swoosh! It's my baby from another one of my guilds! She grows too! You should be able to see her child form from right here soon ^^
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 8:41 am
Amanda grinned triumphantly as Christopher walked over. Of course, she was always right when it came to men. After Kaylinn had spoken and another girl appeared it was her chance. Alright girls, here's how it's done, Amanda thought before smiling sweetly at Christopher.
"It's nice to meet you Christopher, I’m Amanda." She held out his hand for him to shake. "Don't worry about being new," she told him, tilting her head in a cute way. "I'll show you how things are done in this place anytime," Amanda told him with a wink.
XD My last roleplay post. I completly forgot about that.
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 12:08 pm
[ . ~ * : : Bump x for x Koiji : : * ~ . ] I was managing the recruit thread for the guild. o.O;
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 3:06 pm
It's better than I can do with a pencil and paper. >>;;
"Thu Jun 28, 2007 4:42 pm"
The date of my Gaia Marriage! It's almost been six whole months! -swoons-
EDIT!
Seven whole months!
o:
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 6:55 pm
A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels, and Other Subversive Spirits by Carol K. Mack and Dinah Mack
A book I plan to buy :]
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 6:37 pm
I have a cousin that is thirty two years old!
My reply to the Count to 10,000 page. x3
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 7:53 pm
Small sobs filled the wide bedroom and pacing footsteps echoed them. A male deep low voice started chanting softly and sweetly.
“O my deir hert, young Jesus sweit, prepare thy creddil in my spreit, And I sall rock thee in my hert. And never mair from thee depart. But I sall praise thee evermoir, with sangis sweit unto thy gloir; The knees of my hert sall I bow, and sing that richt Balulalow!”
It was an ancient tune in a forgotten language, it came easily to Henry lips, he didn’t even know from where, maybe it was some lost memory of his human past. Had anyone ever sang it to him? Was it his mother’s voice the one he was hearing in his ears suggesting him the lyrics? Had he ever been a toddler lovingly cradled to sleep? He didn’t allow himself to think back to his childhood, but what he was feeling was so human that he had to come back to when he was one. He went on rocking the child and as his voice decreased the tempo, so the sobs did and slowly turned into a soft sleeping breathing.
He looked down at the baby amazed, no more than five minutes earlier he was crying on top of his lugs, looking like nothing would or could ever be able to stop him, and now he was there, in his arms, sleeping like an angel, peaceful, the epitome of calm.
All ruby faced and puffy, the little one made himself comfortable in the strong hold of the vampire. How could it be? Shouldn’t he be able to sense that he was being held by a feral creature? He was so fragile as Henry was strong. With a finger, Henry traced the profile of the tiny nose, the warm cheek and then tugged the silky curly hair behind the little ear and the baby sighed happily in his sleep. Henry could not help it but smile. He knew he was safe, those strong arms were to protect him, not to harm him.
“Sleep tight, my deir hert! You are safe here…with me!” Henry whispered.
“You know we are going to give it back, don’t you?” Vicki’s voice startled him, not that he hadn’t heard her approaching, but it was the coldness of those words that surprised him.
“It?” asked with his best indignant tone. “Yes, I know *HE* is not here to stay forever.”
“Soon, they will come to bring him back to where he belongs.”
“Don’t you think I know that? When you live as long as I did, you are perfectly aware that sooner or later everyone will leave you. You can only hope it will be later. No, Vicki, I do not need a remainder for that.” He said bitterly, heading toward his bed.
Gently, he laid the bundle on his bed, propped the pillows all around the baby to be sure he wouldn’t fell off the bed if he moved, then covered him with the warmest of his sweatshirt.
Vicki watched him mesmerized, who was this man? How many sides and shades he had? Was he the one who could break a man’s neck in a heartbeat? Or was this the real Duke of Richmond? Yes, this was the real Henry, he was taught to protect the ones who can’t protect themselves and he had been doing it ever since, he’d die for this infant as he was ready to die for her or for Christina or for that girl in Haiti.
When she realized that Henry caught her staring fascinated right at him, she said the first thing that came to her mind.
“You’ll do a great father.” Great Vicki, this is the most stupid thing you could have said.
“Really?” ironically, he asked back.
“Yeah…I mean…look at you..” she stumbled into words.
“I know what you mean, and you too! You’ll be a wonderful model for any child!” He told with her a sad and weary smile.
“Yes, he or she will know exactly what NOT to do!”
“Do not cheap yourself, it doesn’t become you.” He said walking toward her and escorting her into the living room.
Was he insulting her or was that a compliment, sometimes she couldn’t tell the difference. Sometimes she even wondered if he still liked her, she knew that she had crossed all the lines he had ever drawn but then he had always come back to her side, covering her back. Why?
“Why?” she asked out loud.
“Why, what?” He inquired raising his eyebrow, giving her his ‘what are you talking about’ trade mark look.
“Why loving someone when you know, at the end, you’ll wind up being left alone?” she breathed looking right into his clear eyes.
“Because it proves that there’s still life in me, that my heart still can beat for something, for someone. Love, any kind of love, is the most powerful emotion…”
They were standing there eyes in eyes, wanting to say more, but fearing to say too much.
“Henry…I…” she started, but a cry from the bedroom interrupted them. “He slept for what? Sixty seconds? Damn, how do normal parents do? ”
“How would I know? My parents weren’t exactly what I would call ‘normal’ ones!”
“Mine either. Let me see what wrong with him. Hey sweetie, Mommy’s coming!” she said, mocking a mother tone.
She emerged from the room half an hour later, with a smile on her face and her hair a bit messier than usual. The little one loved to play with the lose ends of Vicki’s hair, “just like me”, Henry thought. And he felt a broad smile coming to his lips, was that what fathers felt when they notice that their offspring took a peculiar trait that is their own only? It felt good.
“What’s so funny?” she asked interrupting his thoughts, but then went on. “You know, I think it’s genetic.”
“I beg your pardon?” Was she reading his mind?
“Yes, it’s genetic. The way you guys can make us girls do what you want. As I entered the room he looked at me smiling, then he raised his hands at me and made those lovesick puppy eyes, begging me to pick him up. How could one resist that?”
Henry laughed. “So that’s the secret, lovesick puppy eyes and begging, if only I knew. So, you admit it, that boy has you wrapped around his finger.”
“He has you too, mister-singing-a-lullaby!”
“At least, I’m not trying to deny it.”
“They are going to come to take him back tonight, aren’t they?” she asked, but this time there was sadness in her voice.
“Yes, before the night it’s over he will be gone…”
“…forever.”
“Yes, but we know that he can live and fulfill his destiny because of us, that’s what we have to think.”
“Yes, but that won’t make it hurt less…” she muttered more to herself than to him. She knew he could hear her but she wasn’t ready to admit it out loud and knowing it he only nodded his response and let the truth of what she said sank in.
“Henry, when you decided to be turned, did you consider this?” This experience made her think if it was possible giving away willingly the possibility of a child, without ever regretting it. Not that a child was one of her priority right now, but considering what, and who, she was involved with, this particular thought had been bothering her.
“Siring a child in my time, for people like me, was nothing more than a diplomatic business. I did think about it, but from my experience back then, I was only sparing a child to feel himself, or herself, inadequate in every situation. But nowadays…I don’t know… It would be pointless thinking too much over something I could not change.”
Strangely she wasn’t believing him, she saw him in the past nights, she saw the longing for a child or at least she sensed that he was not as indifferent to the matter as he wanted to appear. And she knew it because she had the same feeling.
“What about you? Do you see a baby in your future?.” That question was so inappropriate on so many levels that Henry even thought of withdrawing it. He was sure he didn’t want to know the answer. A ‘yes’ could destroy him and a ‘no’ would give him a hope he didn’t need.
“Isn’t my plate full enough? Evil spirits, demons, zombies and such aren’t good for babies, you know, they aren’t so much as nannies.” A joke was what she always threw, when she didn’t want to answer.
“I guess they are not. But then one day this could stop….” Are you a masochist or what? Back away and change the subject! He was cursing himself, but he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, he had to know. It was always the same game played on the edge of being burnt.
“Yes, I would love to have a child someday…” and she saw again that excruciating pain in his eyes “…but, no, I would not regret having none, if I made this decision for love…” she added in a heartbeat, before she could change and not speak her mind.
Their eyes met, none of them spoke. Words weren’t needed anymore. He only took strand of her hair and played with it, just like *their* baby was used to do.
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The assignment I had to edit for BT VS :]
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 10:30 pm
Last year, the front hall below us was on fire - they stayed up here, they could feel the firemen using a broom to put it out on the floor/ceiling
I was talking to a friend about the fire alarm going off in the building, and us not leaving. We weren't concerned [I was slightly], that's prolly why. ['they'- I didn't live here last year, my roommate did though]  Brown eyes and lungs are filled up with smoke
Fast lives are stuck in the undertow
But you know the places I wanna go
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 5:47 pm
Thirty-eight
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My number reply for the 10,000 count
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 9:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 10:13 pm
6/22/08 - 6/28/08
Long story.
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:48 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 5:32 pm
http://moms.meetup.com/3460/calendar/8276927/
Link I sent my friend, cause I was trying to find info about a fair =/
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 12:38 pm
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