Savage Dragon

I was just curious to see who, if anyone, in the Pen has a particular symbol they associate with themselves the same way I've come to see a blue square as mine. Nothing too complicated, just something really basic. i once had a friend who told me he always thought of two arrows pointing at one another as his own symbol, though i never learned why. I was hoping some members of the Pen could share with me some of the symbols that have become important in there lives and how they got that way. I'll start by explain the blue square that has become my avatar. It's actually very simple. When i was growing up as a kid, my 3 sisters and I all went to the same school where my mom worked at, Aquinas Montessori school. a Montessori school is a private school where the basic premise is to put a whole class of kids in a room filled with educational toys and let them decide what to do. of course it wasn't entirely devoid of structure, there were instances every day where we would come together as a class to learn one lesson, specifically subjects like music and foreign language. for a kid it was the coolest school ever, because for the most part, we could do whatever we wanted. the playground was huge and recess was pretty lengthy. there was no homework and we only took one test the entire year (how many apples does Suzie have kind of questions). since my mom worked there, though, we had to stay for all the afternoon stuff and went to most the summer camps. school was fun, but there was a lot of it. still I loved Aquinas and i'm very thankful for my parents for having us go there (my mom actually worked without a salary in exchange for our 4 tuitions). it undoubtedly played a huge role in the development of my natural love of learning (and my hate for homework). there was only one thing about Aquinas we didn't like. we had to wear matching uniforms, yech! and that was of course a problem for my mother. she had 4 children of all the relatively similar size that each had to keep the same set of white shirts and black skirts (well shorts for me) separate. to make things harder, my 3 sisters all shared the same room. but my mother is a smart woman (after all she went to Aquinas too when she was young) and devised a simple system, she gave us each a colored symbol to remember and drew that symbol on the inside tag of every piece of clothing for every one of us. and thats how i came to start my day, every day, sorting through a pile of white shirts looking for my blue square.

Yes, just to make things clear. Johnny/ Me helps Taleena/ Tanny with her children and also helps Sialla/ Phoenix with hers. It's just in his character to be as helpful as possible because he has that special connection that allows him to connect easily with the children of Calla and the horses of his table. also on a side note, i really liked your most recent post Phoenix

Johnny, having temporarily been relieved of his charge as the children huddled around their mother, took the chance to observe the strangers. He crossed his arms and cocked his eyes to the side to stare around Freedrick as he stepped forward to talk to the gunslinger. Once Freedrick left, the group paused for a moment, expecting some word from Drumwoode, perhaps the same greeting the rest had given. But Johnny didn't believe in wasted words, the only response their waiting expressions received was a nod. Only the one named Roland returned the nod.

no to both actually, though i did fight with a bunny over cleavage once

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yea, i'm worried about that every WereWolf game i've played where i really like my character, they usually end up dying in the first round... oh well, guess we'll see

Character name: Johnny Drumwoode Former twin: James Drumwoode Johnny is the kind of guy whose eyes sometime shine brilliantly, but rarely do anymore. When the wolves had come and taken his brother James, his mother had at first cried and then rarely spoke to Johnny at all. His father, on the other hand, made sure to remind Johnny every night, in a drunken stupor, that he wished it had been Johnny that had been taken and not his brother. For James had been the perfect example of a golden boy. He was outgoing and athletic, quick to do his chores and always ready to give a hand. Their mother had doted over him, while their father was always quick to brag about his favorite son's latest accomplishments. Johnny on the other hand was a daydreamer and slow worker. With practically no social skills, his father had sometimes cruelly joke that when the wolves brought him back, they wouldn't be able to notice a difference. When the wolves had stolen James away instead, even Johnny had been surprised. It had been perfectly natural for everyone to believe that Johnny would be taken and when fate played its cruel joke on them, they were all shocked. Caring for James the last few months of his life had fallen to Johnny, his parents unable to face the empty shell that was their former favorite son. At the present, Johnny remains alone, having moved out of the home of his parents very shortly after his brother's death. He is now living in the spare room of an elderly couple named Morrison and works in the town's stable, caring for horses. Though he has no children of his own to protect, the searing memory of his brother gives him reason enough to hate the wolves. ............................................................................ OOC: Well, there's my character. I'm afraid i don't know anything about the book this is all based on, so i'm sorry if anything doesn't fit. Some people have some very exotic sounding peasant names and the best i can come up with is James and Johnny. If the names, or anything else, is inappropriate for the story, let me know and i'll change it. and if anyone is interested in playing a love interest with Johnny, or adopting him into their own spare room (i can nix the Morrisons), PM me and we'll figure things out.

i know exactly what you mean Wyvern, the angel's text is not art all what i'd like it to be.... i'm just not really sure how to write for an angel

a list of typos would be very helpful, thank you thank you both for the kind words

i'll probably come back and work on this again later... for now, any comments?

This is the First Draft, the revision is a few more posts down "...anyone?..." she hadn't really taken the feeling seriously at first. there had been a time where growing up must have been a strange and wonderful journey, but in this world where magazines told you what to wear and television told you what to buy and even the movies told you how to love, the surprise had faded and every girl and boy knew how they were supposed to grow up and what they were to feel. so the emotion hadn't been very surprising, when she stepped out of herself for moment and saw it, she recognized it as typical teen angst that went in conjunction with her hormonal growth. she told herself that it wasn't real and it would just fade with time. but it didn't, instead it grew stronger. though she continued to ignore it, it became oppressive. she felt it in the classroom, she felt it with her friends, and she felt it at home. she felt it most at home. and it wasn't the sinister black force like the world had told her to expect. it was worse. it was the dull gray of indifference. they just didn't care. she felt oppressed by their constant apathy. all around her she saw beauty. there was beauty in the sky and beauty in the trees. when she stopped and just looked around her, she saw it everywhere as though it flowed from her hands for her to paint the world with. but she was the only one who seemed to see it, their eyes were glazed over and they only stared straight forward as they moved further down the line, muttering. she loved to learn and yet despised school, knowing too well the mockery it made of education. none of them seemed to understand her desire not to be streamlined with the rest of them. she wanted to be different, not act different, not look different... she wanted to be. today's argument was no different from the previous. the trivial center of the argument was new, but the underlying conflict was always the same. her parents wanted a safe and secure future for her. she wanted an exciting one. she had tried explaining and she had tried screaming and she had tried being insulting, but today she just went outside. she walked briskly, clinging to the thin jacket she had grabbed on her way out of the door. her stomach ached. her eyes stung from the cold. her heart beat unsteadily, weary from the burden it was never designed to carry. she only watched her feet as they stumbled along the side of the road. when she came to the corner, she leaned against a fence that stood there and cursed, just once. she looked up, ready to unleash again, but was startled instead. hovering just a few stories in the air was a light and though it was the brightest she could remember ever seeing, she didn't flinch away. she almost fell forward in her desperate need to follow this light, hoping desperately it might hold... some clue, some answer, just something. the light lifted over the center of a small park in the center of the city, full of moving people who viewed the park only as a means to get from one side to the other. at first she thought she might be the only one who saw it, no one else was headed toward the light, but as she stood there she noticed how, just a few, paused and tilted their head to stare quizzically before returning to their previous path. slowly the light faded and as it did, it lowered to the grass of the park below and there stood a boy. he looked about eight. everything about the boy said average. average hair, average weight, average clothes, average height. and blue eyes, very blue eyes. smiling, he looked around, taking in his surroundings and unmindful of the fact that no one paid any more attention to him. and then he spoke and this time they all stopped and turned their heads as his voice reached out to them, clearly and strongly so that they all heard despite his small stature. "I'm here to share." silence. "I'm here to share with you everything I know. I can unravel great secrets of life for you. I can guide you to a life of peace and enlightenment. Come share with me and end your days of strife and ignorance." he looked so proud of himself when he'd finished, she could hardly breathe in the silence that followed. together, as though in a choreographed dance, they all turned and walked on in silence again. as one collective body they gave their answer. it was worse than if they had taken the time to simply say no. the crush on the boy's face was complete. his eyes fell to stare at his feet and he looked ready to cry. his voice cracking, he whispered "doesn't anyone want to share?" "...anyone?..." slowly, she raised her hand edit: fixed typos, thank you Patrick

ever dreamed of a friend dying and then call them to warn them the next day? ever dream that they died in your dreams again the next night .... except this time it was you who killed them?

hate to say it again, but I'm in with a character yet to come...

experience had taught the old man that there was nothing could be kept secret anymore. Every time he tried to conceal a mistake or poor decision, the trees screamed of his lie and the rocks laughed at his poor attempt to hide his shame. Nature abhors a lie it appears, and she was always very attuned to what nature had to say. There was no doubt of it in his mind, she knew, every time she looked at him he could see the hurt his lie caused her. damn this pride that caused him to lie in the first place...

Brachiosaurus N. Large reptile that is dead... allegedly

okay i just had a really wierd dream (check the time, i mean just literaly had it) and i want to write it down before i forget it all so i figure here might be as good a place as any for it It was wierd cause the whole dream was very deva ju, like i've had the dream before. Its frustrating because i can only remember the end of the dream right up to where i woke up. but anyway, in this dream, Jesus was my brother, i would guess older brother because he's a lot taller than me. it was still current times though and we lived in the house we live in now that so many of you have been to, it was just Jesus was there too. so the way the dream started was i "woke up" in the house and the whole house was shaking, and all the electronics in the house were on the fritz. i wasn't very upset by this and when i traveled downstairs to where my mother was already awake, she wasn't very upset about it either, because we both knew it had something to do about Jesus, like this had happened before. So she sends me upstairs to wake up Jesus, who is still asleep the bum, so he can deal with this and stop the house from shaking, i guess she was worried about what the nieghbors would think. So i go upstairs and i go to my two older sisters room that they share, and it looks exactly like it does now, except their beds are empty and there is a hamock set up containing the Messiah. So i wake up Jesus, and he wakes up pissed at me but in a humerous way, you know like when your friends pretend to be mad at you, but they know that its really funny, cause i mean, its Jesus, of course he's not really mad at me. so he tells me he's mad at me cause, and im not sure if he was joking or not, but he was having a dream about sex, which as you know for Jesus is a big no no outside of dreams. and its was so funny cause me and Jesus were just sitting there laughing our heads off in my house while the entire thing is shaking like crazy, and it didnt bother us cause it was just so funny. i, of course, apologized and we went downstairs to the living room where Jesus dealt with whatever the problem was and the house stopped shaking and thats about when i actually woke up, in my dorm room rumble-free. You know, I'm sure there would be some points where being the brother of Jesus would really suck, but that moment where we were laughing together would have made it all worth it, its something that will definitely stick with me for a while. i really wish i could remember more of that dream. but anyway, here's the part i did remember, hopefully youll think its as funny as i did

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Hosanna

There was one instance where i went to the bathroom and it didnt only have automatic toilets, it also had automatic lighting... which meant if you took to long sitting in a stall, which i just happened to do, the next thing you knew, you were suddenly sitting in the dark. Not my definition of fun

"Love" - 1,550,000,000 or 1.5 billion hits

Toto

Agrees entirely!!! and then goes off in search of small explosives to continue the fight

Your wish is granted. In walks the most beautiful, the nicest, the richest, the most Lvl 60 Undead Warrior looking girl you've met eyes on. The two of you walk barefoot on her private beach, holding hands and staring into each other eyes. Together you share moments of laughter, talk for hours, and slay countless Plainstriders. However, the next day she invites you for dinner at her house mansion where you meet her PARENTS!!! Her father is unimpressed, her mother is bored, and her butler keeps making fun of you behind your back.

My favorite holiday may have the same roots as Sweetcherries's second one, becuase there are a lot of obvious similarities. The reason I picked this one as my favorite is because it's the only holiday that my family celebrates that pretty much no ones else i know in America actually celebrates. Its called St. Nick's Day, and it occurs over December 5th night and 6th morning, im not sure which bears the actual holiday. On the night of the 5th my 3 sisters and I would put a shoe (i guess to symbolize stockings) outside our bedroom doors, and in the morning there would be little gifts in them (there were a couple of years i put out a cowboy boot). The gifts were pretty much the same every year. A holiday shirt, a new CD, an ornament for the upcoming christmas tree, and always, without fail a Twinkie! One of the nicer things about the holiday was that since St. Nich was a close friend with Santa Claus, we put our christmas lists in our shoes to be picked up and sent to the workshop. My family still celebrates this tradition every year, although this being my first year at college, i wont be home for it i'm sure St. Nick would be willing to make the trip, but i dont think i trust my dorm-mates enough to leave a perfectly good shoe out where they can take it.