Art, Stories and Horses

[Cathryn]

Art

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HR Giger piece.

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Working piece. woman. related to story.
I drew this last tuesday, when i was being all depressed and writing my story, so i kinda wanted some art to back it up, plus im going to draw more as i write the story as im such a freak. :P

http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/2477/img021le2.jpg
Drew this just this morning, i woke up, had a friend (and when i mean friend i mean sex friend) round and he was slumped on my bed and he looked so cute, so i got out some paper and drew him, he actually questioned me when i sat there and started drawing infront of him in my underwear xD (akward moment) but i couldn't resist, it took around 10 minutes to draw as it was just rough, but i loved his pose.

[Cathryn]

Story

Ive been working roughly 3 hours on this since last week, haven't really thought of much else to do on it, but since i gave up on my others, i thought i might aswell make a solid atempt at a story.
This is only 2 pages worth of writing, so not that much compared to what it looks like.
If you do read it, please leave any feedback, mistakes, improvements, i definatly want this story to work so.... :rolleyes:

“The only question remains is…will you yield in time?” the voice spoke clearly in the back of his mind.

He wasn’t bothered to threats, but when they involve his nation, he cannot help but question whether he is meant to be where he has been placed.
He sat quietly in his throne room, pondering his thoughts and if the ever growing pain on the side of his head would cease, he knew they where waiting, an army, sent from the outer nation to eliminate him.
Only to take what he must fight for, what he born to fight for, the last crystal.
His cheek rested on his tightly gripped hand, while his other hand rested on the chairs arm, he rose.
Calmly and slowly stepping towards his exit, his face firmly fixed into its position, his mind clear of his actions,
He opened and stepped outside the doors, only to be confronted with nearly over 500 soldiers, he saw his disciples, lifeless on the ground before him, a couple lay on the stairs as he began to walk down them.

The soldiers locked their targets on him and began fire without resistance, still he kept walking down the stairs as the bullets passed him, only when bullets reached him, they where deflected, still hundreds of shots fired in his direction, but still deflected when they came within striking distance of the man making his way down the first flight of stairs, as he reached the bottom of the first flight he stood and held his hand out, only to show his concealed protection, an array of weapons. They quickly spun around him, deflecting more bullets in his path, and then he chose his choice of weapon, a large sword, he held it in front of him, ready to fight the army only a few metres away.
He quickly made his way towards the soldiers that where in the front of the mass, he deflected bullets as he made his way down the second flight of stairs with his sword, also dodging, as he reached his targets, he began to hack away at the defending soldiers, trying to fight back at the man, but to no avail, many of the soldiers finding themselves having to hold fire and run from him.
He quickly made his way through nearly 20 soldiers, all falling to the ground, even some dead before they reached the ground.
A fountain was placed at the bottom of the stairs where most of the soldiers congregated in the first place, but many had dispersed from the area and stretched out in order to be able to fire before their death, many cried out as the man stabbed and hacked at them with his glowing blue sword, he made his way around the fountain, taking out any soldiers in distance of being impaled. The man out held his right hand, only to bring a spear to his hand, and then replacing his large sword in his left hand with a fully loaded handheld machine gun, all within seconds, soldiers began to run from the man, making his slow walk around the fountain, deflecting some bullets that where still aimed at him, but most soldiers now where either dead or running for their life.
His eyes diverted to a black Mercedes Bends, parked on the road which ran next the building he had made way out of, he summoned away his weapons, knowing no more shots would be fired from fleeing soldiers, and placed his hand in a pocket and pulled out a car key, he pressed a button on the key which opened the car, as he nearly reached the car, he overheard random fire shots, he looked behind him to see a person fighting off nearly a dozen soldiers, he sighed in almost disbelief something like this was happening, so he made his way towards the fountain where he met a woman finishing off the last two soldiers in the area with a small hand gun, she met the curious mans gaze almost instantly, and she began to charge at him, he quickly brought a small dagger from his back pocket to deflect her bullets she fired while charging towards him, he quickly dodged her charge and she stumbled, only to retaliate with more force, bringing out another gun which was held in the backpack she wore, he deflected her ever hail of bullets with the dagger and having to dodge a few.
He didn’t bother to summon weapons, thinking this of an easy battle, but as the fire of bullets came ever more closer, he found himself having to fight off the woman, so he instinctively summoned a weapon, his sword he previously used in battle, he defended off the small array of bullets which flew in his direction, but they suddenly stopped when the woman found out she was out of ammunition, only to fight back by throwing the gun towards the man, but he didn’t seem to notice it flying in his direction and it ended up hitting his head, causing him to flinch the woman saw her chance and fought him face to face.

Knocking his sword from his hand with a quick kick of her foot, he stumbled and thought in disbelief of what was happening, he stared at the woman, as they rested for a few seconds due to exhaustion, he couldn’t see her face as it was concealed by a hat, shrouding her face with darkness, he recovered quickly and began battle, he made his way towards the woman who was still trying to recover, finding a fist flying in her direction, she dodged it, and let his fist fly into the wall, not seeming to cause him any pain, she kneed him in the stomach, winding him a little, and threw punches to his face, making him stumble in spot, he recovered and charged towards her, picking her up off the ground and tackling her to the ground, he laid on top of her, recovering from his short windedness, finding his own dagger held towards him by the woman, held, pressed against his neck, he slowly got up, also did the woman, still holding the dagger towards his neck.
He looked at her face, still not able to see it as the hat covered her face in a shadow from the moon that shone above them, but his look distracted her, making her look back, her distraction made him quickly hit her hand with his arm, and grabbing the dagger in mid air, but while he grabbed the dagger she also had a quickly devised plan, so she jolted her free hand and pulled a hand gun from the holster from her shorts and held it to his head, and he threatened his dagger towards her neck.
They both realised the situation they where in was a stuck one, but neither moved, but after moments, the man gave in and lowered his dagger from her neck and moved back a few paces, she still aimed her gun towards him.

“Shoot me.” He said.

She complied and didn’t hold back, and fired a round, but they all deflected, every single bullet didn’t cause him to flinch, but moreover, have a victory dance inside his head that he won the battle, even though his cold exterior didn’t show.
The woman was shocked into finding a barrier between her bullets and the man, so she took her hat off and wiped away the sweat which had congregated on her fore head away with her arm.
He then was able to focus on the woman’s face, despite the bruise on her cheek, she almost had a face which was sculpted by angels, as she turned her face back towards him he was able to see all of her face, her eyes where her strongest feature, the almost glowed a deep green, making her face stand out, she had shoulder length dark brown hair with a side parting, her fringe covered the right side of her forehead.

“I guess you’re the king.” She panted as she stepped towards him.
“Why are you here?” He retaliated in a harsh tone.

He backed away from her steps, making her realise she wasn’t going to get any closer, she sighed and crouched down.

“Because I am trying to stop these soldiers from getting to the last crystal, which so happens to be in this kingdom.” She remarked, seemingly annoyed by his tone of voice and body language.
“It is a lost cause.” He said, starting to increase his steps towards her.
“You expect to fight this alone don’t you? But some things can’t be fought by one person, that’s why some people in this kingdom decided to actually help stop this invasion and help you, but all you can seem to do is deny any help!” She shouted as she looked up at him, clearly angry by his short remark.

He pulled her up from the ground and grabbed her shoulder, applying pressure on it, making her body flinch in pain, but she kept standing, with holding the pain inside her.

“I do not accept help.” He whispered in her ear.

He released her arm and turned and made his way around the fountain and back to the stairs and entered his building, but her curiosity was caught and she slowly followed after him, she creped around the still open door, stealthily made her way down a narrow corridor and found the man sitting back at his throne back in his earlier position, seemingly in deep thoughts.
She made her way up to him, he already knew of her presence, but ignored it, she stood before him, and she crouched before him and began to speak.

[Cathryn]

“You know, we will still always be here to help you even if you deny help, we want them gone as much as you do, but, the question is, how much you want them gone?” she said staring at him, waiting for him to reply.
He opened his eyes which made her stand up.

“Names Amia.” She smiled, and offered her hand.

He stared in amazement on how someone could be so happy in such desperate times; he took her hand and shook it.

“Storm.” He said lightly.
“Huh?”
“My name.” He replied.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you Storm.” She still smiled and prolonged the hand shake even more.

She realised the prolonged time of the hand shake and released her hand from his; they stood in silence for a few moments until the silence was broken.

“If you need to freshen up you can use the lavatories around the building, there is one down there.” He said while pointing to the hallway to their left, she was shocked by his sudden remark, but took his advice and headed down the left hallway, she left him with a confused gaze, as she walked down the hallway she saw the walls covered in paintings mainly of the city and of previous kings, she started to question where she was when she came across nearly 10 doors down each side of the hallway.

“What the…” she to herself in disbelief, but carried on.

She walked about 20 more paces down the hall way and decided to track back and look in each room, but every door she opened led to either bedrooms, laboratories or rooms filled with computer technology.
“He says down the damn hallway, but no! There has to be fifteen hundred doors.” She mumbled to herself while tracking deeper into the hallway searching each room.
She finally came to the end of the corridor which led back to the throne room.

“Oh come ON!” she shouted in disbelief, “Its one damn room!”

She moaned and threw her hat to the ground; she slumped to the ground, and sat there for a few minutes,
Still in a stale mood she continued her small tantrum.

“He tells me ‘it’s down the hallway’, and then I end up with eighty frickin’ rooms in my face and not one with a damn toilet in it! Damn him and his dorky hair and smart ass black clothes.” She moaned while acting out his voice and flapping her arms about in fashion.

“You’re having trouble finding it I see.” He said behind her while she still flapped her arms, she began to slowly stop as she realised he was behind her.
She turned around still with the expression on her face and arms at her side, she smiled away as she looked up at him, hoping he didn’t here her conversation with herself, and if he did, hoping the smile would help her not be asked questions about what she said.

“Let me take you to it.” He said calmly.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet and began to lead her towards the lavatory.
She lent down to pick her hat up and followed after him, as he lead her down the hallway he walked into one of the first doors down the hallway and showed her to the en suite bathroom.

“Here you go.” He gestured with his hand held out.
“Damn you and your lack of directional skills.” She hissed.

And she slammed the door in his face, but the door bounced back, yet she didn’t come back to shut it, he almost smiled at her tantrum, finding somebody who acted like a 4 year old having a midlife crisis, he waited for her to finish cleaning up, but he found himself being able to see her wash her face, staring at herself in the mirror stroking her bruises from a small battle, a tear shed from her eye, but she continued with her bathing her wounds on her arms with a wet hand towel which was found next to the sink.
She didn’t notice his reflection staring at her until he entered the room, but she didn’t enjoy the company.

“YOU DIRTY LITTLE PERVERT! She screamed and turned around pushing him out of the room and slamming the door in front of him.
He stood in amazement with the towel in his hand, shocked by what had just happened.
Moments later she opened the door.

“What the hell was that about?” she demanded, leaning towards him demanding an answer.
“I-I…” he stuttered, “I…figured you wanted your wounds treated, I was just helping.”

She had a puzzled look on her face, staring at him making eye contact to the floor and not towards her.

“Well…thank you, it was very thoughtful of you, but don’t ever do that again!” Her voice still raised.

She then shut the door and went back to cleaning up, but the door creaked open again.

“Can I have the towel back.” She said with a weak smile on her face and rolling her eyes.

He handed her back the towel which was snatched from his hand and the door was shut again.

Horses

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My stinky horse.

PS3 Hangover play

Ok well basically. Me and a couple of friends got utter wasted round mine last week (mainly on vodka and alcopops) and we woke up to find one of my friends sleep playing xD AKWARD OR WHAT! We basically kicked her a thousand times in the back until we ended up slapping her. This was like 10am. Was a great night though. Don't know what the HELL happened. xD

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[Lifrasthir]

Awesome!

[Cathryn]

thanking you. :dance:

[Misschoco]

one word..........AMAZING!!!! when are you going to post the rest of the story up? lol the female character sound almost like me. i can act 4 years old sometimes

[Cathryn]

Im not sure yet, ive got 2 english essays to complete which ive been working solid on since last week. (Damn coursework) And ive only been able to do this in spare time, so basically whenever, or when i finished my coursework, which shall be by the end of this week hopefully.

I based her on you. =D

[Lifrasthir]

:ohmy: Geez you can write alot Cathryn. (Some against your will). I printed your story off so I could brag about your awesomeones and I printed off...8 pages! (Of course it was font size 16 though....Gosh I'm blind! X.X)

[Cathryn]

LOL! U didn't need to! I usually write in size 9.
The last story i wrote was nearly reaching the brink of 100 pages. I printed them all off and god.... it almost killed me.
It was a mystery story i wrote for my English, only got a C. DAMN YOU ENGLISH TEACHER!!!

Anyway i am flattered xD.

[_Versus_]

WOW Cathryn this is AWESOME !!!!! Really... :D

[Cathryn]

Thank you. :D

I wrote a bit more just a while ago since i had nothing to do but try and atempt to ontinue my english essay.


This time he decided to patiently wait until she came out, but it was nearly an hour since his encounter with female hormones, but he decided to open the door despite the fact he maybe the victim of verbal abuse once again.
He stepped towards the door, and slowly opened it, as he peered around the door, all he could see was a room full of hot steam, he then knew the shower must have been running for a while, so he ventured father into the room, closing the room behind him, as he took a few more steps, he could vaguely make out a body on the floor in the shower, he quickly paced towards the shower, opened the door and found Amia passed out on the floor, the water from the shower powering down on her, Storm noticed a small pool of blood leading from her stomach to the shower drain, he picked her up, in the process he got soaked by the shower, but he did not care, he carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, and stepped into the hallway, progressing down the hallway and into another room, it seemed to be a room which stored alcoholic beverages.


He laid her on the floor, and went and took one of the win bottles from a rack filled with other types of wine, he pulled off the cap with his teeth, he lent down and pulled up her top to find a bullet wound, he assessed the wound and knew it wasn’t deep, so he dug his fingers into the wound and pulled out a bullet, and then poured the open bottle of wine onto the wound which woke Amia from her slumber into flinching in pain and crying.

“Holy crap you bastard!” She gasped.

She lent up, and punched him in the stomach, making him fall to the ground along with her, he looked at her stunned.

“Give me that.” She said while snatching the bottle of wine from his hand and started to gulp it down.
“One of the bullets must of hit you while we where fighting.” Storm said uneasily.
“Oh, sorry if I kind of scared you, so, you have a wine cellar?” She gestured by wiggling the bottle in her hand.
“I haven’t any need for any of these drinks, that’s why they stay in here.”
“Excuse me! Id drink myself happy if I had a room filled with drinks.” She shouted, almost choking.
“Come with me, we need to fix your wound.” He said as he got up from the floor.

She stared up at him, looking into his eyes, they seemed full of worry and fear, and he offered her his hand, she accepted and he pulled her up from the floor, she wobbled in spot but regained her posture, they began to walk out of the room but Amia tracked back and picked up one more bottle of wine and caught back up with Storm.

“One question though, why are we both wet?” She said as they paced down the hallway.

He did not answer, but continued walking to another designated room, Amia, nearly through the other bottle of wine stumbled after him, it was another bedroom.
Storm firmly told her to sit down on the bed, she did so and finished off the rest of the bottle and threw it to the ground in a small rage, Storm in the bathroom could here her drunken rage but continued to take the bandage and pills from the cabinet.

“Storm…STORM! I know you can. Hear me, can you? Yes you can!” She said clumsily while tossing around on the bed.

As he walked through she stopped her actions and almost sobered up and sat on the side of the bed, he came around with bandage, a glass of water and a couple of pills, he kneeled before her.

“Take these, now.” He ordered.

She picked up the glass of water, spilling half of it from its journey from the bedside table to her mouth, she placed the pills on her tongue and swallowed them after taking a gulp of water, she then decided to throw the glass at the wall in front of her, causing it to break and shatter.

“I love you, really no I mean it. LIKE WHAT! I’ve know you 2 seconds…2 seconds? And yes I love you…MARRY ME!” She chanted, throwing her arms in the air.

Storm ignored her drunken actions, she kept chanting while he prepared the bandage, so he decided to shut her up by pulling her waist close to him to be able to wrap the bandage around her stomach, she quietened down for a few moments.

“Stay like this and then possibly I can help you with your wound.” He said firmly.

She stared at him firmly and gave him an evil glare and proceeded by sticking her tongue out towards him in an immature fashion.

“I’m all wet.” She said while patting his head, “HA! Your wet to…you hippy!”
“Thank you.” He replied sarcastically as he wrapped the last of the bandage around her waist.

He let go of her waist and she slumped on the bed, wriggling around for a few seconds, Storm remained in his position, watching her and her immature actions, secretly laughing inside at her, but he kept a firm face.
She leaned up again.

“ARG! My stomach hurts; I blame that man in front of me!” She cried pointing directly at Storm.
“I see the pills are working then” He smirked.

Amia fell back onto the bed and squirmed for a few minutes until she fell into sleep, Storm showed a faint smile and tucked her into the bed sheets, and made himself comfortable in a chair which sat in the corner of the bedroom, he closed his eyes and buried himself in his thoughts.

[Lifrasthir]

Squeak! More! OMG! I wanna read on!!! :'( Curse the ever-existant cliff hanger. Even if most don't consider it one!

[Misschoco]

I based her on you. =D
wow i never knew lol, but the thing in her that doesnt resemble me is the fact she loves whiskey and kinda gives storm a hard time

your story is great i need more :crazy: :crazy:

[_Versus_]

your story is great i need more :crazy: :crazy:

YES!!! I need more to :D

[Cathryn]

wow i never knew lol, but the thing in her that doesnt resemble me is the fact she loves whiskey and kinda gives storm a hard time

your story is great i need more :crazy: :crazy:


You secretly love wine and love to lead men on.... SECRETLY!
You just dont know yet.... :shifty:

[Cathryn]

Booyah.


The morning arose and Storm found himself asleep where he had left himself, he opened his eyes only slightly due to the build up of sleep which had congregated around them during his sleep, he wiped it away, and focused his eyes, he looked towards the bed and found Amia gone, he sighed in disbelief, he rose from the chair and made his way towards the window, and pulled open the curtains, he stared out of the window, the moonlight still shining down upon the city, his eyes where distracted by Amia out upon the backgrounds of the building, dancing? He still wasn’t sure; he started to make his way out of the room and into the room opposite, he closed the door behind him and it locked automatically.
The room was dark; the only light source from within the room was that of a monitor, buzzing away into the silence, Storm sat down in the black leather chair in front of the monitor, he raised his arms and out from the wall slide a large keyboard and mouse at its side, he rested his arms down and began to type and click away, within 10 minutes of his routine the monitor jolted back and forth from his work and to a figure, he didn’t seem stunned by the interference and refrained from typing and lent back on his chair.

The connection finally came through, on the monitor was a figure of a man, seemingly past his 60’s, he had slick grey hair, brushed back, he wore stylish glasses with a thin black frame, only from his shoulders up where visible, but from what Storm could see, he was wearing a casual suit.
Storm continued to glare at the screen.

“You’re not surprised to seem me?” The man began to speak.
“Not at all.” Storm replied.
“Shame my soldiers did not put you out of your misery your highness, you seem so utterly troubled.”
“I wonder why.” Storm snapped.
“All you have to do is denounce yourself as king and leave this nation…it’s that simple.” The man reasoned.
“No,” Storm paused, “no it isn’t.”
”Why not your highness, all we want is your nation, I find it very simple.”
“Only so you can turn it into a living, breathing factory for slaves.” Storm cursed, raising from his chair and slamming his fists on the table.

The man seemed a little surprised by Storms actions.

“Oh no, nothing of the sort, I just want access to the crystal and control over your nation, you know that.” He said calmly.
“You’re not going to have access to the crystal, because I am protecting it.”
“One man cannot protect something over an army.” The man said impatiently, “you have weaknesses; I will find those weaknesses and destroy you.”
“I don’t have any weaknesses.” Storm replied.
“I think I find you do your highness.” The man finished and weakly smiled.

The connection cut off, and Storm was left standing, enraged by the conversation he had just had, he slammed his fists on the keyboard a few times until he turned around, unlocked the door, paced quickly down the hallway, his face stuck in an angry pose, he made his way to his throne room, and slumped onto his chair, he began to stroke his forehead, he could feel his blood pumping all around his body, enraged by anger and fear, he closed his eyes, hoping these feelings would subside.

As soon as his pressure began to drop, one of the front doors opened, and in walked Amia with a broad smile, she walked down the hallway and saw Storm slumped on his throne, her curiosity was sparked.

“Hey,” she said while walking up to him.

Her smile decreased, Storm ignored her and didn’t even attempt to acknowledge her.

“Are you ok?” She curiously asked.

Storm’s rage was suddenly fuelled by those words, he quickly rose and grabbed Amia’s forearms, she naturally reacted and tried to fight him off by kicking him but he overpowered her easily, he dragged her towards a wall and slammed her against it, making her wretch in pain, her spine began to ache, his face closed in on her.

”Do I look ok.” He whispered inches from her face.

She didn’t bother to answer, she was stuck in a state of fright from his actions and all she could do was stare straight into his eyes, his grip tightened on her arms and they began to make her feel uncomfortable.
His nostrils flared, and his breathing deepened, he stared straight back into her eyes, he began to see her eyes fill with ready to fall tears, but he still didn’t resist his grip, his anger still staid in place.
He then suddenly let go of her arms, she slid to the ground and curled up in a protective ball and began to cry quietly, Storm still stood, but slowly walked away and back to his throne, seemingly not bothered by his actions.

Amia’s cried increased in size and volume, Storm ignored her cries and sat on his throne and began to stroke at his forehead, after 20 minutes, Amia’s cries had ceased, she just kept curled up on the floor, leaning against the wall in silence.

[_Versus_]

:dance: Awesome! :dance:

[Cathryn]

Storm’s anger had ceased to exist, he woke from his blind rage, into the reality, he stood up examined the room, to his dismay he found Amia on the ground; he jogged over to her, kneeled down and pulled her to her knee’s.

“What’s wrong?” Storm asked confused.

Instantly he received a hard slap around the face, he seemed stunned by her actions, but looked straight back at her, she kept her eyes focused to the ground, not wanting to see his face, a few more tears ran down her face and fell to the floor, Storm still confused asked her again.

“What is wrong?”

He got no reply, just more tears, he tried to look at her face, trying to get her eye contact, but she refused any.

“You bastard.” She whispered lightly.
“Excuse me.” Storm said.
“YOU BASTARD!” She screamed, she proceeded by punching him in the stomach.

He was pushed back by the force; he looked up to find Amia stood in a fighting stance, she gestured him by flicking the top of her v-necked t-shirt, and Storm took the gesture as a challenge and accepted it.
He stood up and quickly took a blow to the chest by her foot, he stumbled backwards and regained, she kept gesturing by small smiles and wiggles of her hand towards him as the fight progressed, Storm took many hits, Amia took hardly none, he found it hard to keep up with her durability and wore out quickly, they pranced around the room, throwing fists and other objects at each other, Amia took a painting from the wall and spun it directly at Storms head, but he moved quick enough to be able to catch it, but seconds later a phone receiver came flying through the painting hitting his nose, causing it to bleed, he flinched and dropped the painting, he began to charge at her, tackling her to the ground, he pinned her to the ground, and gestured with a raised eyebrow, they seemed to enjoy the fight more than anything else, she then kneed him in the stomach again, becoming slightly winded and rolled off her and to her side, the fight finished from there onwards, they both giggled while staring at the delicately carved ceiling, almost forgotten about how the fight arose, Amia turned to him.

“You, smiling?” she questioned.
“I found that fight funny.” He replied continuing to stare at the ceiling.
“But,” she paused a few seconds, “why did you do that.”
“Do what?” His smile decreased and he turned to face Amia.
“I came in, and you jumped me, literally.” She over exaggerated a little.
“I’m sorry.” He sighed and began to stroke his forehead again.

She went back to her pervious position and began to follow carves in the ceiling with her finger to pass the time, Storm watched her child like fetish for a while until he began a small conversation.

“What…what where you doing outside?” He asked curiously.

He caught her attention and she turned back to face him.

“Don’t you laugh; it’s not something that exactly…suits my image.” She explained.
“What image?” Storm said sarcastically.
“I dance. And don’t you dare laugh, unless you want another phone in your face.”
“Ok, that sounds interesting.” He said uneasily.
“Are you just saying that so you don’t get any more flying phone fury?” She gestured with little kung fu movements.
“No, I do mean that.” He smiled weakly.

A ringing sound could be heard from where they laid; it sparked curiosity in both of them.

“Excuse me.” Storm said.

He rose and began to walk off down one of the many hallways, Amia followed lightly, she saw him walk into a room, the door shut, she sighed in dismay and sat down on the floor and waited for him to come out of the room.

Storm answered the call which he received on his computer.

A man came onto the screen; Storm sat down in his chair and made himself comfortable.

“I see you have company.” The man said.
“Excuse me?” Storm asked.
“I see you have a woman in your building.” The man giggled.

Storm inflamed inside, the same man he had a previous chat with earlier was smirking back at him on the screen.

“How do you know?” Storm questioned.
“I have ways and means boy.”
“Shut up.” Storm shouted.

He disconnected the conversation and walked out of the room, he crossed the corridor and entered a bedroom and laid on the bed and began to sleep.

Amia didn’t even notice that he had dispersed from the room he entered, so eventually gave up her lost cause and went back to the only room she knew of, Storms bedroom, she hopped down the corridor and entered the bedroom, only to find Storm asleep on his bed, she didn’t really seem to care much about common courtesy as she just slumped on the other side of the bed and also began to nap beside him.

It was 6 hours since both began to sleep, most likely tired from their fight they had earlier in the day, Storm woke up with good intensions, he had an idea, but he questioned why Amia was hung around his body like a child to its mother before anything else, but he shrugged it off his shoulder, for he had a plan, he unhooked her arms from around his stomach and let her continue resting, he checked the clock which was placed on the bed side table, it was 8pm, he still had enough time to begin his plan, he left the room quietly and made his way down a hidden block of stairs which was found in his computer room, he made his was down the stairs and into a lit room, flames still flickering, the room was cobweb filled and filled with chests and racks of old clothes stood at the back of the room, he began his search through old chests, filled with women’s clothing.
After searching through all of the crates he began to look through the only rack of clothes left, he came upon a clothing of some sort covered in a protective bag, he unzipped the bag and pulled it off, he found a beautiful white coloured dress, the dress swayed perfectly as he held it by its hook, a couple of small sewn diamonds shone from the lit candles around the room, he smiled.

“Perfect.” His smile continued.

Storm made his way back up the stairs with the dress packed bag into its protective bag, once he got back to the computer room he laid the dress over his seat, he sat down, pulled out a small note paper from a note pad which sat on the table, he began to write, after finishing the note he walked back into his bedroom with dress and note, left them on the edge of the bed walked back out and deliberately slammed the door in order to wake Amia from slumber, and it did.

“What the?” She shouted, leaping up from the bed.

She instantly noticed the note and black bag; she got up, picked up the note and began to read.

'Amia
Be ready by 10pm, the directions to the ball room are on the back of this note.
I left you a present.

Storm.'

[Lifrasthir]

:'( Nooooo! Don't quit now!

[Misschoco]

You secretly love wine and love to lead men on.... SECRETLY!
You just dont know yet.... :shifty:
Do i? i'v never drunk before and probably never will :P

awesome story :nod: im etching for more in fact im drooling *drools for more story*

*cries* gosh i love this story i need more....please

this story makes me fancy storm even more....not that theres anything wrong with that

[Cathryn]

haha. the funny part is... ive already written about another page of what happens after this. xD

[Misschoco]

*begs* pleaseeeeeee post it up :'( your story is amazing

[Cathryn]

Haha. indeed you do. :shifty:

Considering the fact FFvsXIII in reality is going to be a harsh and quite violent video game (Go Square! :perv:) I just knew that i wasn't going to put out exactly the same in a story, so im basically sticking to the drama boundaries, i can't physically out put gore and emotionless feelings, because i just love beeing swept off my feet from love stories (aka Noughts and Crosses) God that was a good book. :dance:

Ill post the rest of what ive done once i finish the rest of the page. :thumbsup:

[Misschoco]

Ill post the rest of what ive done once i finish the rest of the page. :thumbsup:
thank youuuuuuuu. hopefully thats soon :rolleyes:

[Lifrasthir]

Thank yooooooooooooooos!

[Misschoco]

*hops for joy* is it done yet,is it done yet,is it done yet, pleaseeee post up what you done so far. thank youuuuuuuuu

[Cathryn]

Woopeh, start of chapter two. :dance:
Not sure how many more will come after this but it all depends on where i go with the story.


Chapter 2

Storm stood, awaiting Amia on the balcony outside of the ball room, he leant on the stone banister and stared at the moonlight cross his nation, he kept check of the time, 9:45pm, a 15 minute wait, began to pace impatiently across the balcony, seemingly nervous in thought, he wore a casual black suit, a white shirt under his blazer was unbuttoned, keeping his casual look perfect.
He heard the balcony door open, expecting Amia, but it wasn’t, anything but, out strode from the ball room was a man, muscular and reaching nearly 7ft, outstanding the height of Storm only being 6ft 2’, He held a large machine gun in both hands, he approached Storm.

“Your highness.” The large man grunted.

Storm instantly saw the mans finger reach for the trigger, he conjured one of his many weapons to his hand and quickly jabbed the sword into the mans stomach, only a few bullets fired from the mans machine gun as his trigger finger reached the trigger as Storm stabbed him, Storm took the sword from the man and let him fall to the ground.
Storm began to feel his pulse rise and began to feel a pain from his stomach, he dropped his sword and grabbed hold of his stomach, stumbling towards the balcony’s banister, he jolted his hand up to check the time as his stomach wretched, trying to clutch onto the pain, it was 9:58pm.

“Shit.” Storm lightly said to himself.

He leant on the banister and ripped open his blazer, finding at east 6 bullet wounds, all dripping blood, soaking into his shirt, he panted lightly due to the pain, he buttoned back u p his blazer, and slowly made his way into the ball room, moments later, Amia made her entrance, she made her way towards Storm, who was trying to stand straight roughly in the middle of the room.
He gazed at her with amazement, she had changed completely, the dress easily complimented her figure, showing off her curves, her hair pulled back into a neat bundle, she only wore a small amount of makeup, her face was already perfect so only a small amount was needed, she seemed utter beauty in his mind, but all he could feel at that point was increasing pain.
He smiled weakly and acknowledged her politely; she wiggled the piece of paper in front of him.

“Explain this.” She said curiously.
“I figured,” He paused from the pain, “seeing as you danced.”

He offered her his hand; she smiled with wonder and curiosity.

“But why?” She questioned.
“Because.” He said quickly.

His body began to give way from the pain, his body lurched with jolts of consistence and stronger pain, he gave in and collapsed, as his body decreased to the floor Amia’s smile left her face, she quickly lept towards him, almost catching him in her arms, but he hit the floor before she reached him, she kneeled up, and picked up his head and laid it on her folded legs, she panicked.

“Storm…Storm!” she shouted.

After a few seconds she knew he wasn’t going to wake up, so she placed him over her shoulder and began to carry him out of the ball room, taking him down the hallway and threw a couple more corridors to reach his room, she pushed open the door and placed him down onto his bed, she held his face in her hands, trying to get an ounce of reaction, she worked down him, checking everything was fine, as she reached his chest, she patted it and ended up with blood stains on her fingers, she quickly ripped open his blazer and saw a mess of blood soaked on his shirt, she ripped it open to find bloody bullet wounds, pumping small amounts of blood, she got up from the side of the bed and ran to the bathroom, bringing back wads of towels, placing a towel at each wound, trying to place pressure on each wound to decrease the blood loss, as she leant on his stomach, he began to regain consciousness, she stared up to find him confused, laying on the bed, almost drained of energy to react.

“Storm! Stay there just, don’t move.” She said shocked.

A few minutes later the wounds seemed to cease bleeding and Amia rose to go fetch some bandage and pills, just exactly like he did for her, now fully aware of what was going on, Storm sat up on the bed to find his body covered in towels, he took them off and sat there, seemingly exhausted, Amia came back, she sat on the bed.

“Take these.” She demanded.

Storm took the cup of water and pills from her hand, placed the pills in his mouth and took a mouthful of water then swallowed.
“Sit forward.” She ordered.

He leant forward and let her wrap the bandages around his body, concealing the wounds; she finished off and sat back, stared directly at him as he shuffled back to his position.

“What the hell was that about?” She shouted.
“I was attacked before you arrived, most likely one of Hartley’s men.” Storm replied weakly.
“What?”
“It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t concern you.” Storm said half heartedly.

She stared back at him, watching him stare out of the window and towards the moon, she leaned in, only roughly 2 inches from his face, it caught his attention, he stared back at her.

“Why did you invite me to the ball room.” She asked, seemingly already knowing the answer.
“Because,” he paused, “I wanted to dance with you.” He replied, sneering at her with a smile.

[Lifrasthir]

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chapter 2 WOOT! Awesome!

[Cathryn]

DAMN YOU AND YOUR QUICK READING SKILLS!
Lol. At least somebody besides my English teacher reads my writing now. >_<

Thank zhooooo. :dance:

[Lifrasthir]

DAMN YOU AND YOUR QUICK READING SKILLS!
Lol. At least somebody besides my English teacher reads my writing now. >_<

Thank zhooooo. :dance:

Lol, it's from years of practice :) . :blink: Your parent's don't read your writing? Friends? Siblings? Anyone besides me?

I feel special! :dance:

[Cathryn]

(ok on my psp now. lol. danm mothers and there hate for midnight 'macing')
My friends would read it but i end up with acusations of it not being my work. =/ so i usually keep them too myself. but i enjoy posting them hear because i get feedback. bad or good its still feedback.

[Lifrasthir]

Oh I see. Well you're definately a good writer. :D

[Cathryn]

Thank you =D. *falls asleep*

[Misschoco]

you storys to good for words :D i loved chapter 2

pleaseee post up more of your story soon

[Omni-Cloud]

I was bored and looking around the forums and came across this. Your story is very good so far. I can't wait to read more. Good job. ^_^

[Misschoco]

i need more of the story :'(

[Megalixir]

The best unpublished story I have seen thus far. Keep it up.

[Cathryn]

i need more of the story :'(

LOL sorry. Im stuck on my coursework. DAMN YOU ENGLISH TEACHER!!

http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/9638/image9hi0.gif

The dirty truth. xD Stupid poem comparison.

I haven't written anymore, but ive gotten a good idea of what to happen, roughly anyway =\.

Should finish my coursework by 5pm or later :'(
But ill try and get writting a bit more.

Mega - thankyou :)

[Misschoco]

english coursework always sucks

sorry for being demanding

its just the anticipation of knowing the rest of the story. its an exciting prospect

[Cathryn]

Lol dont worry, theres no pressure. :P
I've given up on my coursework for a while now, so im basically keeping my time to the story.

[Cathryn]

She bit her lower lip and turned her face away from his view, she stood from the bed and made her way to the door, she placed her hand on the handle before speaking.

“Ill let you rest.” She sighed.

His smile faded and he watched her exit the room, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, she lent on the door closed behind her, the door wasn’t closed properly and as she leaned her back against the door, it sprung open and she fell to the ground, laying halfway between the door, she sat up and turned around to find Storm staring in disbelief at her, she smiled away her embarrassment and got back to her feet.

“Sorry…I kinda killed the moment.” Not thinking before saying what she did.

She gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth and quickly exited the room before much more untold information came from her mouth, she stood in the hallway, confused on where to go, but her mind told her to go to the ball room, and she did, she weaved back through the passages she memorized from the note Storm gave her in order to get to the destination.
Eventually she found herself outside the ball room entrance, she made her way in and this time, she took note of the room itself, before all she could really notice was a heavily injured man trying to stay conscious in the middle of the room, but now she was able to take pictures in her mind of what the room looked like, the room was filled with light, most coming from the large chandler hanging from the ceiling, the rest was small lights dotted around the room, making the room glow brightly, she had never seen something in such a dark nation so be filled with such brightness, she walked through the ball room, over the beautifully tiled floor, she couldn’t make out what the tiled picture was of, it wasn’t possible to be able to work out what it was unless she was above it, seeing as the mosaic took up the rooms floor, her curious eyes met the balcony doors, she quickly made her way over to them, opened the door and made her way onto the balcony, she found blood marks on the floor, but what really caught her full attention was the dining table for two, with a rose left on the table, no meals, just the rose, she pondered over it for a while, she made her way to the table and picked up the rose, she twiddled it with her fingers, after a while she sat down, kept the rose in her hand as she stared out towards the city, finding the lights coming from within the tall buildings fascinating.
Amia’s attention was broken by the closing of the balcony door, her head whipped in the direction of the doors, her moment of fright was relieved when she found Storm standing at the door, his hand still attached to the handle.
She quickly got up and made her way towards him.

“You shouldn’t be up, go back.” She ordered, while fussing over his wounds, checking the bandage.
“I’m fine.” He replied sternly.

His expression seemed troubled, his eyes where scanning the floor of where a dead body should have still been.

“Was anybody here when you came?” He asked.
“No, why?” She worryingly replied.
“It doesn’t matter.” He said while making his way to the balcony’s banister, he leant on it, and stared out towards his city
Amia with a puzzled face made her way over to him.
“Eventually you’re going to have to tell me what the hell is going on, you do realise that don’t you.” She began, “otherwise ill find out for myself.”
“Eventually.” He trailed off.
She came up next to him and picked up one of his hands and entwined her fingers with his and lent her head on his shoulder, her small amount of happiness caused her hand clutched to his to swing in the air.

[Misschoco]

i loved it ^^ storm is like *hot*

anyways i'll look forward to more

thanks so much for it ^

[Omni-Cloud]

I LOVE this story. ^_____________^ Thanks for writng so much~ Made my day!~ You're doing great. I can't wait for more ^_^

[Misschoco]

I can't wait for more ^_^
me to,me to, me to *jumps in spazy excitement*

[Omni-Cloud]

:O Oh no!~ She's gone!~

Perhaps she left to go and write more!!!

:D:D:D

XDDD

[Misschoco]

:O Oh no!~ She's gone!~

Perhaps she left to go and write more!!!

:D:D:D

XDDD
noooooooo :'( maybe she did go to write more :nod: i love the story


anyone else agree with me that storm is like *hot*-okay maybe im turning into a obsessed fan girl but hey you cant resist

[Omni-Cloud]

indeed..he seems to be "hot"

XDD

But then again...I'm the person who is extremely obsessed with the cluster of pixels they call Cloud....

~_~

[Cathryn]

:dance: *feels all happy inside*
God seriously, i felt so happy when i wrote this, i was litterally JUMPING!
GAHH! I'm just going to shut up and let you read.


“You’re going to have to tell me eventually you do know though.” She said recollecting the recent topic.
“I know.” He replied.

He sighed, he noticed in the corner of his eye the rose laying on the dining table, he walked over to the table, catching Amia off guard as she leant on his shoulder with him moving, she had to regain her balance, she spun around and saw Storm pick up the rose from the dining table.

“Yea I kinda saw that when I came out to the balcony.” She cringed.

Storm turned back with the rose in his hand.

“Stop killing the moment.” He said in a playful tone.

Her face cringed with excitement and shame, knowing she should have tried to ignore the fact of the rose on the table, but her curiosity was strong, he offered her the rose, and she took it from him.

“Did I kill the moment?” She said, smirking.
“No.” Storm replied.

He stepped closer towards her, focusing on her eyes, she stared directly back at him, focusing, watching his creep closer.

“May I have this dance?” He said slyly.
“Excuse me?” Amia said shocked.
“Dance with me.” He repeated.
“Ohh no!” Her voice rose.

She denied his invitation and stepped over to the banister, crossed her arms and kept her eye contact towards the city, Storm sighed in disbelief, he stepped closer to her.

“You cannot deny an injured man.” He said jokingly.
“I think you find I can.” She said, giggling to herself.

She turned back around to face him, and she found him inches from her, his body almost pressed against hers, he slipped his hand around to her back and pulled her ever more closer towards him, he took her hand, trying to fight back his force, but he easily overpowered her, she cringed, finding herself for the first time being taken by a man, she usually had her way with men, she could easily mould them to her wants and needs, but somehow even though she didn’t want to have her way with Storm before hand, now for the first time, she let him take complete control, he leaned in toward her and smiled so broadly at his successful attempt, all Amia could was let him lead her in this dance.

“You can’t.” He smirked, before they began to dance.

Despite the silence of the night, despite no music he led her around the balcony, making his own music in his head, creating his own steps, it almost felt like magic for Amia, touching the ground lightly with each step, not ever feeling this way before, she built up with excitement and amazement, she enjoyed every minute, every step, every twirl she took with Storm, right there, it felt like the world had stopped, but they continued even though time felt like it had ceased to exist, even though both of their heart beats raised and they both became short of breath, they continued dancing, it seemed never ending, but it had to finish, Storm slowly twirled Amia and led her hands back to his, leaning towards her, causing her to lean backwards, both out of breath, staring strongly back to one another, after that small amount of minutes, they came back to reality.
Still in the same position, even back in reality they didn’t let the moment stop.

“You,” she paused, “you dance well.” She exhaled slowly.

He brought himself and Amia back up and back to reality at last, she leant over to the banister to pick up her rose, Storm still clutching onto her other hand, she reached for the rose, Storm pulled her back, so she quickly fumbled to pick up the rose then she was tugged back, close to Storm, he continued to gaze at her, but Amia didn’t know why, she blushed from the silent attention he seemed to be giving her, she began to walk back towards the ball room, she brushed past him and made her way towards the door also adamant she wasn’t going to let go of his hand, he eventually tagged behind her, as they made their way through the ball room, he stuck close behind her, now she knew she was leading him, they both kept walking in silence, once they made it to the outside of Storms bedroom, the silence was broken.

“I guess goodnight then.” Amia said, trailing off the sentence.

She began to walk away, even despite she didn’t have a clue where she was going, he kept hold of her hand, causing to her to recoil, she seemed stunned and looked at Storm, he quickly checked his watch, 1:02am, but he didn’t care about the time at that point.

“No.” He protested lightly.

He pulled her closer towards him, making tension between each other stronger, but Amia seemed to deny his overgrowing affection, she turned her head from view, looking away, shutting out any emotion which came from him.

“I’m sorry.” She sighed.
“Why?” He questioned.
“Because…you the most stubborn person I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” she cried, “but still, I can’t help but adore you because of it.”

He brought her head back round facing him, he wiped away her small amount of tears and he opened his bedroom door, and despite her earlier pleads of not continuing.
Amia followed him.

[Omni-Cloud]

........

:O


If he plans on doing something...he better check his wounds.

XDDDD

Thank you, Cathryn!~

*re-reads story again* XD

[Cathryn]

LOL! Don't blame me blame the writer!
... DAMN THATS ME >_<

Yea, but, not nessacerally (can't spell LOLZ =|) what you think is going to happen...happens xD.

[Omni-Cloud]

:OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO


OMG!


Kawai!~

lol I'm worried about the girl!~ The other military knows about her now!~

I'm soooo excited... lol

[Cathryn]

XD!!!
You should have read from the begining XD!!!!!

Makes more sense...
lol.

[Omni-Cloud]

o_O I did read from the beginning

[Cathryn]

Oooo, i just asumed you picked up from where i posted last or before that. loL!

[Omni-Cloud]

XDDD nah...When I first started reading was when Storm got shot...then I liked it and decided to read it all.

[Cathryn]

Ooooooo. kk =D
Hope you enjoy the rest =D

[Omni-Cloud]

yeah, thanks, I can't wait. You're doing a great job. :P

[Cathryn]

Argg, i've lost all insparation, well maybe it was that galaxy mini roll i ate. >_<
Yea it was the mini roll.


He turned back and shut the door behind them; Amia wandered off towards the middle of the room, Storm, still stood at the door and contemplated how beautiful she looked in the dress.

“You look beautiful.” He said.

She turned around suddenly, absolutely stunned from the words that came from his mouth, she seemed to have a face of worry on her, but it was a face of shock.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t get around to it back at the ball room.” He continued.

Amia made her way back towards Storm.

“Well I don’t blame you, it would have been hard to say anything at all with just receiving bullets to you gut.” She laughed.

“Whose dress is this anyway?” She questioned.
“My mothers,” he paused, “it was her dancing dress, but you defiantly look better in it than she ever did.”
“Is that so?” She smirked.

She came in closer proximity to him, until she embraced him with a hug, Storm surprised by her actions didn’t know what to do at first, but eventually, he responded by hugging her tightly.

“Thank you.” She whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder.

The both stood at the same spot for a while, embracing each other tightly, not saying a word, but body language spoke louder than words spoke through a person’s mouth, Storm slowly slid his arms down her back, instantly making Amia react with slapping him firmly around the face, and he laughed.

“I was expecting that.” He said clumsily while rubbing his cheek.

She reacted with a stern look, then she released his hand from his cheek and she cupped his face in her hands.

“Why do you seem so happy around me?” She questioned.
“Because, you make me happy.” He replied muffled from her hands squeezing his cheeks a little.
“I’ve known you just 3 days, how is that possible.” She questioned him again.
“Maybe because you act how you want to, making my worries melt, you make me feel whole.” He answered.

She was stunned by his reply, she had never had somebody say something, something at meant so much to her, and suddenly she couldn’t help but feel the same way in the excitement of that moment.

“You’re a bastard, you know that.” She joked.

He smiled, she concluded her sentence with a short giggle and a smile, she brought his face closer to her and she finished her questions with a light kiss on his lips.

[Lifrasthir]

:ohmy: Why quit there? Write Cathryn write!

[Cathryn]

xD. Im going to leave it there until tomorrow, i've got a man and a bed calling to me. xD

Sorry. xD

[Omni-Cloud]

A man and a bed!? :O uh-oh

Well!~ Can't wait for more of the story. I'm off to lunch!~

not as if that info has any relevance.. o_O

[Misschoco]

*cheers Cathryn* yayyyy more story i love itttttttttt...

haha iv already said this like a thousand times but i think versus guy=hot

i cant wait for more of the story *continues previous spazy excitement*need more

[Cathryn]

Right.
I've had a re-think, i've spent my time reading through the story a couple of times, i've found a few flaws (like every book does), but i want to restart the story.
More description.
More action.

I want to get it in the perfect position, but i haven't, OK, i know i sound a bit over optimistic on it being perfect, BUT, i've let it slip a bit.

BUT! I know what im continuing from where i left off, so i might as well tell you what is to become of the rest of chapter 2, that i (roughly) have planned out.

A whole new set of characters will be intergrated into the story.
ALOT more action scene's to be placed within.
A HELL lot more involvement with the crystal.
Storm and Amia DOES have a love connection. (I'm thinking everybody who reads the story might of wanted to know that)
A love triangle will be introduced.
Storm gets a haircut.
Knives, guns, flying phones, you name it, im going to broaden the amount of weaponary used by characters.
Chase scenes.

Thats about it for now.
I will post up the re start of the story, and if anybody has any idea's of what i could also place onwards into the story please tell me, i want the opinions of others within the story, and will place them in. TRUST :P (as long as there not lame lol)

[Omni-Cloud]

OKAY!~

This is fun. XD I was sooo bored today.

umm... Kings have guards!~...So ...maybe the castle should have some security hired...?

And more time for gun shot wounds to kill!~ I've never been shot...but it must be a bit*%. XD

Other then that...I like everything you've got, and are planning on adding.


storm gets a haircut


XDDDDDD that's going to be funny.

[Misschoco]

Right.
I've had a re-think, i've spent my time reading through the story a couple of times, i've found a few flaws (like every book does), but i want to restart the story.
More description.
More action.

but your still gona continue the rest of the story(from amia kissing storm)

A whole new set of characters will be intergrated into the story.
ALOT more action scene's to be placed within.
A HELL lot more involvement with the crystal.
Storm and Amia DOES have a love connection. (I'm thinking everybody who reads the story might of wanted to know that)

hell yh :nod: :nod:

A love triangle will be introduced.

can i be in it :)

Storm gets a haircut.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Knives, guns, flying phones, you name it, im going to broaden the amount of weaponary used by characters.
Chase scenes.

maybe including motorbikes in the chase scenes and can i suggest butterfly knives as a weapon


gosh i love this story

[Cathryn]

He's gotta chop that mop. ^_^
Preety much, the only reason why he does is for deception/mission.

I can see this turning into some James Bond shizzle. >_<
:wub: Daniel Craige :wub:


but your still continue the rest of the story(from amia kissing storm)

At the moment i wont be, ill be focusing time on re writing the story, until i reach back to where i've finished off, then i shall continue.

Sorry. >_<
But it shouldn't be that long until, possibly i will have it up to stratch by next week, but it depends on homework/coursework, and also i start back at school next week for my final term, so i will only have after school to type it up.

[Misschoco]

He's gotta chop that mop. ^_^
Preety much, the only reason why he does is for deception/mission.

I can see this turning into some James Bond shizzle. >_<
:wub: Daniel Craige :wub:


*shoots self in head* the trademark hair is gona disappear:'( :'( :'( :'(
*shoots self again then wallows in grief*

i love his hair thats what makes him hot

but thanks for re-writing the story

[Cathryn]

http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/658/anshasddc1.png

Lol.
Sorry had to do that.
It shows off his new hair style and my brilliant Paint skillage. XD

I've bought a new sketch book today, started drawing myself in the car mirror as my mum drove us home, started drawing up an idea of Storm asleep and of his new hair doo, i actually pre meditated all this last night while i sat in bed and played on my PS3, I didn't think of doing it at the time, but i re read it a few times and knew alot more work could be done within the story itself.

[Misschoco]

http://img129.imageshack.us/img129/658/anshasddc1.png

Lol.
Sorry had to do that.
It shows off his new hair style and my brilliant Paint skillage. XD


must you cut his hair :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

great paint skillage:crazy:

nnoooooooooooo the hair

[Cathryn]

Lol.
Some how, no matter how much i love his hair, i really want to do it, also it's a good comparison for my art.

[Misschoco]

Lol.
Some how, no matter how much i love his hair, i really want to do it,
listen to your heart can you hear it say 'keep his hot hair'

i just found this render and its how i thought/imagined storm looked in story in the ball room but the guy in this picture has darkbrown hair not blue like storms

http://www.planetrenders.net/renders/albums/userpics/45679/normal_AnimeGuy_Render_By_Sayuka.png

without his hair storm isnt much

[Cathryn]

Can't see the picture =[
Comes up with a big smelly red X.


http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/3044/lolzahtk2.png

Got bored. XD

[Misschoco]

http://www.planetrenders.net/renders/albums/userpics/45679/normal_AnimeGuy_Render_By_Sayuka.png
what if storm doesnt want a haircut????

[Cathryn]

ZOMG RED X :nag:

....:'(

It's my story and he has no say in it. He is only a character, i control him with every word i type... :perv:

[Misschoco]

ZOMG RED X :nag:

....:'(

It's my story and he has no say in it. He is only a character, i control him with every word i type... :perv:
i'll miss his hair i'll have one last look at it :'( goodbye smexy hair

[Cathryn]

Trust me, his hair will be the shit! hopefully if i can draw him with short hair. >_<

[Misschoco]

Trust me, his hair will be the shit!
*commits suicide*

[Cathryn]

Its a good thing!

[Misschoco]

Its a good thing!
*buys noose from nearest store then hangs self*

[Cathryn]

Decided while i was typing up the story to do a bit of doodling in my new smexi sketch book.

http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/585/img052ns9.jpg

I was watching Casino Royale (Blu-ray *bragging points* seeing as i got it free =P) And Daniel Craig was walking back to the bar... thing, and i got a image in my mind, and i used it as reference for a Storm picture (new hair and all)
Despite the fact it doesn't look like him due to the hair...it is him.
This scene will happen once i get around to writing it up XD.

(God just noticed my fat shadow made it look crap... less fat shadow picture XD)

http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/6834/img051sm4.jpg

Less shadow fat XD.

http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/3389/img053ej4.jpg

I drew this from the way hom from Norwich (It's about 20 miles from where i live) I saw myself in the mirror and drew this, i had a set of pencils i bought (Gangstaaa =P) and i was like "OooooOooOoo" and i started to draw myself from the car mirror thing above the passenger on the ceiling of the car... yes i know, confusing, but thats the only way i can describe it.
Even despite the drawing... IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE ME! My mum was like "ZOMG!" while i sat there and drew it saying it looked like me, but i think it doesn't.

[Lifrasthir]

Awesome Cathryn!!!!

[Misschoco]

*continues strop* i want storms hair back :'(

[Ringlets]

whoever has bebo, plz find all the crazy people that have set up "stop horse slaughter pages" and tell them to get a big mallet to knock some grammar into them

im not for horse slaughter. those people just annoy me.

[Misschoco]

whoever has bebo, plz find all the crazy people that have set up "stop horse slaughter pages" and tell them to get a big mallet to knock some grammar into them

im not for horse slaughter. those people just annoy me.
bah animal activists :nag: thats how the bloody virus in 28 days later spread and turned everyone into savage zombies.dont get me wrong i love animals

anyways..........

cathryn have you reconsidered not cutting storms hair????????:D :D :D

[Cathryn]

haha.... no =D.
Only because im a mean old soul (considering the fact im only 14...but yea...im old inside!)
I've pretty much written up all of what i've gotten up to, i've got a little more to do, i worked solid on this all night because i couldn't get to sleep very well so i snuck (sucessfully) into the computer room to continue it XD. Should be up by tonight if not, either tomorrow or monday.

[Ringlets]

bah animal activists :nag: thats how the bloody virus in 28 days later spread and turned everyone into savage zombies.dont get me wrong i love animals



that film looks good. reminds me of sean of the dead, where you hear a news report saying that the zombie outbreak was caused by radioactive monkeys

[Cathryn]

http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/3049/img056editedme6.jpg

I morally got pissed off with this picture due to the fact that my phones camera is so shit that nothing looks good taken on it, made it better =P