THE YEAR IS 2007, and in London, England, it has been three months since the election of the new Prime Minister, Wesley O’Sullivan. Leader of the Conservatives, he has promised England lower taxes, more pensions and no more congestion charges, and all seems to be going well until - on the 22nd June - he is handed an unmarked folder and told to look at it.
Inside is a book entitled Werewolf: Man or Monster? and it is with great scepticism that O’Sullivan reads the first chapter of the book. The documents are based upon one man’s research into the myths and legends of werewolves—or so Wesley assumes—and as he hands the dossier back to his Defence Secretary, he is once again told to look at it, but this time his attention is drawn to the back of the tome.
1. Do not bite humans when they approach you. They are weak, helpless creatures who only want to socialise and make friends. Unless they initiate an attack, do not defend yourself. Smile, talk about the weather and shake their hand.
2. Use cutlery when eating in the presence of humans. They’re fussy about these things and won’t hesitate to stare at you if they see you chewing a chicken drumstick like a dog. Don’t worry about picking the cutlery up; it’s stainless steel (humans are cheap like that) so you won’t get hurt. Just remember to eat with your mouth shut and not to talk when you have food in your mouth.
3. Try not to make animalistic noises. Growling, snarling, whining, yelping and barking are prohibited whilst in the company of people. If you must express your anger or joy, try throwing your arms around and emphasising certain words; that usually makes them smile or, in some cases, frown. If the need arises, mimic their actions - sticking your middle finger up at someone usually makes adolescent humans grin wickedly.
4. Do not translate their names into Wolf Sprache. They will take it as an insult and will generally have no idea what you’re going on about. Bearing this rule in mind, try not to slip and speak in Wolf Sprache around them. They will mistake it for German and get angry, or they will try and communicate with you (if they know German or a foreign language, most usually French).
5. Never, ever jump on them to show enthusiasm. Instead, hug them or push them playfully, but be careful that you don’t end up pushing them into a road or into a hot-headed individual and start a fight. As a general rule, you should restrain yourself around them; acting overly-giddy for more than a week will raise eyebrows and end up with you getting taken to one of their therapists.
6. If you enter a competition with them, try to let them win. Humans are fiercely competitive creatures and if they do not win, they will kick up a storm and blame it on someone: usually you. However, if you believe that they must not win for whatever reason, beat them, but do not rub it in their faces. This will only serve to make them angry and they will often attack you when they are enraged.
7. Humans are pathetic creatures—
The rest of the list has been ripped, and the handwriting itself is scrawled and untidy as if the writer compiled the list whilst in a great hurry. Concerned, O’Sullivan orders the dossier to be given to the Shadow Defence Secretary so that he can take a look at it, and so the folder is handed to Monday De Ciel, the first werewolf to successfully enter human politics.
Despite his attempts to tell the Prime Minister that the book and the list is nothing to worry about, De Ciel starts to panic when O’Sullivan orders a news broadcast to go out on the six o’clock news that very evening. After thousands of years of living with humans unaware of their presence, the werewolves are about to be exposed.
Civilians with military backgrounds are drafted up to become Hunters, and they are told to inform no one about their new jobs. Scholars and history professors are asked to find out as much about werewolves as they can, and all the while, the lycanthropes watch and wait anxiously, making their own plans and preparing for a war that seems inevitable.
Unless, of course, they can shift the blame onto someone else, like an ancestor - Mortimer der Mörder - did in the Middle Ages. However, that resulted in the slaughters of thousands of innocent elderly ladies, and the period was thus known as the Dark Ages and the Witch Trials.
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Suspicious Mother « Result #2 on Mar 12, 2009, 6:59am »
Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but keep noticing how beautiful Brian's roommate, Stephanie, was.
Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of a relationship between Brian and Stephanie, and this had only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, she started to wonder if there was more between Brian and Stephanie than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Stephanie and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Stephanie came to Brian saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Brian said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure". So he sat down and wrote:
"Dear Mom: I'm not saying that you "did" take the gravy ladle from the house; I'm not saying that you "did not" take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for
dinner. Love, Brian".
Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:
"Dear Son: I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Stephanie; I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with Stephanie. But the fact remains that if Stephanie is sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom."
The Girl of My Dream « Result #3 on Mar 12, 2009, 6:59am »
The girl of my dream Have blue sparkling eyes When I look into em, I feel like I'm drowning inside Her fair skins are smooth like milk, When she soothes lotions all over em, It tingles me inside Her hairs are soft as silk, When I brush my hands through them I recognize the fragrance of a Love Spell. A spell so strong, a love so quick, A heart was taken, a gift was sent, An angel from heaven came down to me, On the first day of December, Filling my Christmas with love and joy Her every movement so elegant, Her every blush so heartening, Her smiles, her smirks, Like lava of a volcano, Melts me down so thoroughly from the inside Her voice resounds through my body Like a lullaby, she sings me to sleep The girl of my dream Samantha Sue Coop Escudero You are so beautiful
A Pocket Full of Quarters « Result #4 on Feb 24, 2009, 6:53am »
Searra, an eight-year-old brain tumor patient, was a "regular" in the Radiation Oncology Department, much like the other patients who came to the cancer center everyday for a five- or six-week period. With my office located near the main entrance, I could hear Searra, also called CC, coming from a distance. Sure enough, she popped her head in every morning around 10:00 A.M. to say "hi" or, more important, to check out the toys and coloring materials I had stashed in my office.wow power leveling Several steps behind, CC's grandmother, also called Mommie, since she served as her guardian, would trail in as she tried keeping up with CC's anxious pace. CC was not the least bit interested in hearing more about her cancer or her hair loss. When she walked into the department, it was time to socialize with the staff, who became her instant friends, and to see what kind of masterpiece she could color for Mommie before she was called back for her treatment. I was taken aback by the love CC had for Mommie. Whenever I asked her about home life, school work or how she was feeling, every response referred to her time spent with Mommie, the funny stories they shared and how much she loved her.wow gold On numerous occasions, CC made it clear that Mommie was the center of her world. When CC was first treated with radiation therapy,wow power leveling the therapists told her that they would give her a quarter each day if she promised to keep her head still on the treatment table. Certainly,wow gold after six weeks of therapy, she had a pocketful of quarters! So on the last day, the therapists wanted to know what big toy she was going to buy with all her change. CC replied, "Oh, I am not going to buy a toy. I am going to buy something for Mommie because of all the nice things she does for me." CC's sincerity, unselfishness, warmth and loyalty to Mommie taught me about what is really important in life. She constantly showed that loving others with true commitment is the best gift you can give another-whether a family member or a friend. Certainly, CC has an excuse to complain or be angry at the world for a childhood totally different from the other children's in her third-grade class. I have never heard her complain about her bald head,wow power leveling swollen face and body (as a result of the steroids), or low energy level, which keeps her from playing outside. CC continues to live her life the way she chooses, and that includes giving of herself to make the world a better place for others, especially Mommie. CC reminds me to not take those people I love for granted and to look beyond the superficiality that is often found in day-to-day living.wow gold I am reminded to be more thankful for what I have today and to not dwell on what is behind me or what lies ahead. CC, just like many other cancer patients, is a true example that we aren't always dealt the perfect hand, so we have to make the best of what we have today.
OOC! Name/Alias: Abby Age: 16 Years of Experience: 6ish? Any other characters? A few other ones on different sites and fanfictions. Other: Uhm. Idk? You can ask me just about anything.
CHARACTER! Name: Clarabelle Kelsey Catalano Nickname(s): Claire, Clara or Kelsey. Age: nineteen. Gender: Female. Sexuality: heterosexual Species: Human Occupation: Head waitress of Costa Coffee. Canon or Original? Original.
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Appearance: Clarabelle has Auburn hair with tints of dark violet highlights on the upper layers of her hair, while raven tints on the lower layers. Her skin on the other hand is an extremely pale color that seems to have a sparkling affect whenever she is directly in the sunlight or moonlight. (In all reality it doesn’t, it just looks like it.) Her eyes are a dull steal blue color that holds nothing but sadness. Usually she doesn’t wear much make up, just a lot of dark eye liner and any shade of purple eye shadow to match her hair. She has a Monroe piercing on the left side of her upper lip and a piercing on her lower lip. Clara is petite, only standing at around five inches and four feet tall and is sickly thin, only weighing at an unhealthy ninety pounds at her human appearance of eighteen. Clara’s usual and probably only outfit is a cute colorful random shirt that only goes to her lower stomach, with black and white stripped sleeves. A scarf longer then her, matching her sleeves. Fishnets running up to her lower thigh, with a short ragged skirt to cover the rest of her, and of course tattered written all over black and white vans. A rainbow studded belt wrapped around her waist, fingered gloves covering most of her pale hands and black nail polish covering her fingertips. In her hair are several colorful clips, though they do no good since her hair sweeps over her left eye. On the back of her neck she has a tattoo that says “liar, liar” and then just below her lower back she has “burn in hell.” Personality: Clara is a very unsocial person; it is rare to see her talking to anyone other than herself and the voices in her head. Another rarity is to see Clara smiling or laughing. She’s very shy and pessimistic about everything. For a demon she is very caring, and wishes for there to be less violence in the world. She is a very graceful (and elegant) person though can be clumsy at times, which makes her embarrassed easily. She is also extremely intelligent, but doesn’t like to show it. All in all Clara is a very unique demon and has the ability to be liked by anyone if she was a bit more social and less drawn away from the world.
Likes: • Art • Night • Snow/Rain Dislikes: • Dislikes socializing • Violence • Thunder and Lightening storms History: Work in process.
Shattered Alley « Result #8 on Jul 25, 2008, 2:09am »
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