This is the most splended idea ever. <3 Tummer, will you be my bumper buddy? c: I've seen: We Will Rock You. It was pretty awesome, mostly because the lead guy in the Toronto version had the most awesome French accent. :3 Monty Python's Spamalot. Twice. :lolface: I think the second time was even better than the first. The leader of the Knights-Who-Until-Recently-Said-Ni did some awesome improv, within which the whole "ecky-ecky-ecky" thing went on for at least a minute and a half and ended with some Led Zepplin lyrics. The Beauty and the Beast Musical. I was really little, so all I remember is giant dancing silverware. I want to see: The Lion King Musical. I still don't know why my parents haven't taken me to it. :B|: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I have still yet to see an actual onstage production, but I've watched parts of the original broadway version on youtube.
As stated earlier, I very strongly believe that restriction is much more effective than outright banning guns entirely, although I wish there would be no need for guns for the public at all. I'm not fully schooled on the gun laws here in Canada, but I generally know that you have to have a liscence and/or be a police officer to have one here. That doesn't mean it's impossible for someone who wants a gun to get one illegally. But I don't fear being shot for trespassing or anything like that.
(A hug from Wolfie? Did I just win the Game?) Yeah, she was at peace. She took a sudden turn for the worse late yesterday, and we felt it was time. I don't know why I put this in the Spamzone. ._. But I'll leave this here anyway.
My dog of 12 years passed away. I'm not normally an attention seeker, but I think I'm in need of some today. So give me all your lovin'. All your hugs and kisses too~
;~; 'Twasn't. I've been a fan of his since before Spidey and the Social Network.
OOC: Nag him for me, please. c:
:/8D: His name is Andrew Garfield, and he is adorable and very talented. For reference of said talent, see The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, Never Let Me Go, and The Social Network. c:
Emilia ran as stealthily as she could down the sidewalk. She gasped and sank back alongside the shadow of a nearby building when she heard gun shots. Guns. Shouting. There was a man shouting around the corner. Still pressed against the building, Emilia made her way to the street corner and peeked around the side of the building. There was a man dressed in red, trapped in by the military. She knew on the spot that the young man was another Awakened. Her breath caught at the sudden sound of the ground cracking, metal on concrete. There was another man; older than the one in red, but still young. Beside him was a bladed staff, sticking out of the cracked ground. She had heard of these guys. Horsemen. Why they had a bone to pick with her and the other Awakened, she had no idea. But she decided to stay there, hopefully hidden, and help her fellow Awakened if she could. OOC: .... <<>> I felt like I needed an OOC comment for some reason.
Emilia quickly walked over to the cluttered table at the side of the room. She grabbed her water canteen, shuffled over to the rusted sink beside the table, and filled the canteen. She wasn't sure how or why the faucet still had access to water, but hey: it was water. Probably not pristine, but still life-saving. Once the canteen was filled to the brim, she screwed the cap back on tight and slung the attached strap over her shoulder. She suddenly turned around and stopped, and stared at the garage that had been her home since she had her powers. It was the only thing that really felt familiar to her. And she was leaving. Screw that, she thought, shaking her head as the sound of the chopper's blades echoes through her ears once more. It was getting closer. She lifted opened the large metal door once more -- slowly, subtly, silently -- stepped out into the alleyway, and lowered the door shut. She looked up at the sky to see the helicopter's searchlight surveying the street only a block and a bit over. She walked to the mouth of the alley, slunked against the crumbling brick wall, trying to stay in the shadows.
Arch, you still have to edit in my OC on your RP's first post. B| I got Monster Hunter Tri on sale for a dollar yesterday. Best. Freaking. Deal. Ever.
Candy's for eating. :B|: I don't get candy to stare at it. Get wif it.
Emilia started to open the door of the garage, letting the reverberating sound of a low-flying chopper fill the room. She stopped it at her waist-height, and bent down to look outside. Her blue eyes scanned the darkening sky and she could see the helicopter's searchlight shining down onto a street a few blocks over. Crap. It seemed like they were getting closer and closer each time day. She had been putting off moving location, perhaps because of the familiarity of the garage. But she knew she couldn't stay here for much longer. She knew that they were hunting people like her; people with these strange powers. But she wasn't sure how many there were out there, or how many had been caught. And once caught, when happened to them? Her train of thought broke as the searchlight began angling itself in a different direction -- closer to her building. She very slowly and silently closed the large metal door. She had to leave. Soon. Now.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFF- I need the Choco Banana one on my taste buds.
Oh dear god. It actually tasted like you might imagine. Guuuuuuuh. :why?:
C: And apparently the Japanese don't like people eating their "chocolate" bars. After trying to open the wrapper for 3 minutes, I had to cut it open with scissors. :B(:
;_; But what does that meeeeeaaaaaan. It tasted like soap and lime and sour cream with a hint of mint. :B|:
Please tell me what I just ate.
Username: Luna Lovegood Name: Emilia Prentiss Gender: Female Age: 20 Appearance: http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/D/DA/DAR/DARK-WOLF-GURL/1280888517_1093_full.jpeg Bio: Emilia was once training in the automotive industry, but she has vague recollection of her life before the Awakening. She awoke with her work jacket on, name tag sewed on the front. Her skills in the trade have lasted through the amnesia. Not knowing where she once lived, she found an abandoned car garage for shelter and made a living space out of it, being careful to make the garage still seem vacant from the outside. Personality: Inquisitive and independent, she's not easily phased by much and takes things in stride. Power(s): Earth manipulation and sound manipulation (can make noises completely silent or painfully loud). Other: n/a
Zooey Deschanel > Katy Perry. If I were to go gay, I'd much prefer Ms. Deschanel.
I wish the gender on my birth certificate said "kitten". :C