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Emilia swore to herself when she heard the Horseman chasing after her. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder quickly only to confirm her fears. She felt a twinge of panic creeping over her. Trying to run faster, she lost her footing on unlevel ground. She was airborne for a split second before landing and sliding a little ways on the ground; her arms breaking her fall and the concrete making her forearms start to bleed.

The most "perveted" anime that I've seen is Vandread: the Second Stage, but I've seen about 3 episodes of it. It was really... really weird. Strangely not horrible, though.

I suggest you drop off a resume at the Anomaly Research Centre. http://primeval.wikia.com/wiki/Anomaly_Research_Centre_(Organisation)


Sound department of the film industry, pleeeeeeaaaaaassseee.

GUYS GUYS GUYS

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/world/crisis-in-egypt/latest-news/vice-president-says-mubarak-steps-down-cairo-streets-erupt-with-joy/article1903248/

Yay. :'D

OOC: Suuuuuuure you do. c:

BIC: Emilia looked from the helmet hiding the horseman's face to his extended hand, and back, hoping that she was looking him the eye. She was about to make a move, but hesitated. She felt like a stray puppy being offered a piece of food by a stranger. And in a way, she was. She considered the facts; she didn't know why people like her were being looked for. This didn't mean that they were good, but she had no real evidence to proove otherwise. She very slowly extended her left hand towards the Horseman's. The other was behind her back, lifting a basketball-sized piece of earth off of the ground silently. "I choose..." ...closer... "...option 'A'." She whipped her right arm around, aiming the chunk of earth at the Horseman's chest. She immediately turned on her heel and started running as fast as she could.

This sentence pretty much sums up my feelings on recreational drugs. I don't like the notion of changing the way your mind works just for kicks and giggles. But it's probably an overreaction on my part. I've seen someone I know get honest to goodness addicted to marijuana. I've been told that it's only as addictive as alcohol, but I'm not all gung-ho on the idea of alcohol either. I've seen both of these things turn nasty. I'm also not a huge fan of inhaling fumes purposefully into your lungs. But I won't not be friends with someone because they do choose to do so.

I voted no on the poll, and I think that my mind was more answering whether I think it's a good idea to smoke marijuana. But I'm not totally against the legalizing of it. You just wouldn't find me anywhere near it.


Edit: and lol, Misty, at the guy smoking a herbal cigarette in my sig. xD Let's be hypocrits together. <3

OOC: :lolface:

BIC: Emilia looked up at the man in intricate armour. She knew that she should fear him, and she probably did fear him, but she did her best to distract herself from the fear. She picked herself up off the ground slowly, wincing slightly at what were surely going to be very dark bruises later. "Why do you want to know?" she asked, starring at the metal helmet covering the Horseman's face.

I thought that's how everyone spells- *shot*

There were buses in the 1700s? ._.

I don't understand how there's any competition between the two.

I took home a rock from the Rocky Mountains when I went there on vacation.

Ha. Suckers.

....Matt Anderson? Is that you? :O