Welcome to the ROGboard! You can post just about anything here as long as it fits into the very few rules we have. You can talk Methos {a definate plus}, Highlander, Sports, you name it! I, as the board mistress, ask that you link to any pictures you post here rather then putting them directly into the message. Enjoy! And welcome home!
...No one's posted in 2 days? Or is this computer being silly? Hmm. Anyway, I have to go back to the range tomorrow-they lost my score! Grrr. The game got interesting Saturday-Lynell(my character) got kidnapped, then her body was possessed by a bad elder vampire. Great role-playing on Priest's and Josh's parts, as they realized something was really wrong with their apprentice. Josh left late last night; he's supposed to give me a call to let me know he's made it back to Pittsburg all right(he's driving).
Gonna go now; have to go work-out at the gym to get ready for next week's PT test.
Alicia
Posted on Jun 21, 1999, 12:43 PM from IP address 144.246.117.144
prolly be to give a month warning until shut down and give people a chance to remove bookmarks and shtuff like that.
Currently I've changed my mind about shutting it down. Its gonna stay open. I just hope people come back and use it. I don't post all the time but I come here every time I'm online to make sure its working properly and what not.
Posted on Jun 23, 1999, 4:23 PM from IP address 207.217.235.140
...since it looks like the BBQ is starting off slow and Randy WILL get pissed(he's already upset that so few showed up tonight. Poor guy. Do you know how hard it is to run a LARP?). I'll check back later; Methos and I have some plans to discuss.
While the cat's away...
Hey, I was one of the 3 blind mice in AIT.
heeheehee
Alicia
Posted on Jun 19, 1999, 8:42 PM from IP address 129.130.83.146
Here hand me some more of the hickory, will you ROG?
"I like mesquite."
Don't get me irritated with you, ok? We're celebrating and your cooperation would come in handy.
"What are we celebrating?"
Why the official confirmed news that HL4 will begin filming in October, of course!"
"So? What does that have to do with my helping?"
You're supposed to be in it.
"Maybe. Will there be other bad guys in it? you know K'mmies and the like?"
Probably. There ususaly is.
"Adios, then. I know when to say goodbye."
METHOS get your arse here now!!!
*Methos rolls eyes and smiles a bemused smile then saunters away.
*Cel turns around and sees him going*--HEY ROG?
"What?"
*Cel swiftly opens a bottle of BBQ sauce and sloshes it all over him.* HEY girls, where's the clean up crew around here? ROG had an *accident* with the sauce!
Connor watches from a distance then approaches. "heh, heh, heh..."
Posted on Jun 19, 1999, 6:44 PM from IP address 207.136.48.3
...C'mere, old man, I'll help you clean up...You know my boyfriend's on leave for the next two weeks, and I'm going to need a little company; I don't suppose we could come up with an arrangement...
Excuse me ladies, buy I need to discuss some things with the ROG in private...
have some blue m&ms and rootbeer while you wait.
Alicia(Supposed to be LARPing Vampire, but it's a slow night)
Posted on Jun 19, 1999, 8:38 PM from IP address 129.130.83.146
Hotdog buns of course! Why what were you thinking? As If I couldn't guess! Speaking of buns, I see some that belong to a certain boy scout that is begging to be massaged with mustard!
hmmmmm......now what other part of his anatomy could I dip into the ketchup and suck it off? Why his fingers of course! What other part were you thinking about? (Very evil grin)
Now who's up for a little strip hide and go seek?
The object of the game is: everytime you don't make it to base you must remove an article of clothing. The winner is the one most dressed and gets their pick of which immie they want to finish undressing.
Now who's it?
Posted on Jun 19, 1999, 8:41 PM from IP address 209.233.253.177
...four's a party! Hehe, pass me a PWA, Hmph....er, that is if you don't mind, sir. ::rubs her sore head:: ouch, I fell out of my lurking tree, so I figured as soon as I woke up, I'd join in, seeing as how I'd already dropped in..LOL Mmm, can't beat the view 'round here
Posted on Jun 23, 1999, 5:56 PM from IP address 205.206.216.102
:-) Maybe he'll prepare some of this lentils-and-chestnuts-stuff for us....
by Hmpf
Hey, I took a course in Roman cooking once, many years ago. I'll bring some liquamen! (Sauce made of fish and something like apple juice? if I remember correctly...)
Hmpf
Posted on Jun 24, 1999, 5:06 AM from IP address 62.104.64.66
nononono..that's stuff's nasty...we had that in my latin class...
by
it's fish that's been set in the sun for 30 days in a container. it's also called Garum. it smells and it's the putrid green color. UCK..hehe.....trust me stick with frosting and BBQ.
Posted on Jun 24, 1999, 1:41 PM from IP address 152.163.206.209
Hi folks!
I think you've finally corrupted me! Yesterday in class this happened:
Markus, a classmate of mine, splashed some coffee over his shirt - he started to take it off to wash it out...
Me (very loudly, across the room): "Yes! Do a striptease for us! We want to see your chest!!!"
Everyone stared at me like I'd grown horns or something! (I'm usually the quiet type...)
I think my brain has decided to take a time off now, at school, because my holidays, which start in two weeks, will problably be not very relaxing- I'll have to work the whole time to get the money back I recently spent for this computer!
;-) Hmpf
Posted on Jun 19, 1999, 4:22 AM from IP address 62.156.31.120
Yummy pic Cel, My computer totally died on me and I lost all of my pics and bookmarks and ICQ contacts etc....... Computers are great, but they can be a pain in the ass sometimes, kinda like men. Dontcha think?
They are clueless until you start pushing all the right buttons, then just as you are almost finished, you get a fatal error messages and they quit on ya. Right in the friggin' middle of......well you get the message.
DJ
Posted on Jun 19, 1999, 5:30 PM from IP address 209.233.253.143
Ok in the interest of getting some discussion going here lets play a game. You have the power of taking ONE charecter from a movie and replacing him with Methos {Or if you want you can do the other Highlander charecters}. Who would you replace with Methos and why? {NOTE: It can't be from any of the highlnader movies}
Go at it.
Posted on Jun 18, 1999, 7:21 PM from IP address 209.178.3.127
I could see Methos as Robin Hood in "Robin Hood" or a little blue smurf (Running from blue goo chucked at me from the ROG fans)
Duncan as Rhett Butler in "Gone with the wind"
Amanda as Cat woman in "Batman" or Scarlet in "Gone with the wind"
Casandra as the Wicked witch of the west in "The wizard of oz"
Richie as Dartanyan in "the 3 musketeers" or Robin in "Batman"
Joe as Humphry Bogart in "the maltese Falcon(?)"
That guy that says "Play it again Sam"
Wouldn't it be great to see Duncan, Methos and Richie as the 3 Musketeers. I always did love that movie. I could just hear the 3 of them saying all for one and one for all, and Methos walking away with a "And more for me" under his breath.
HEHE! Running again!
DJ
Posted on Jun 18, 1999, 10:14 PM from IP address 209.233.253.136
but it's HL fan-fic. Link to a story someone has written that you recommend. Be it funny, dramatic, or just plain good. And why.
Right now, off the top of my head is The Wars We Choose It's the first in a trilogy. (The Battles We Lose and The Victories We Claim) They are by Sandra MacDonald. The first story is alright but it leads into the second and third stories which literally made me cry!
If you've read it before, you know why I recommend it, and if you haven't, go to it then! As far as I know, it's historically acurate. (I'm really not much of a history buff)
Posted on Jun 17, 1999, 7:26 PM from IP address 209.246.99.82
Opera, Operah, it doesn't matter.. those are excellent stories!
by Maeve D'Lurkin
I rad them a while ago, and I have gone back a couple times ( saved it to hd on my puter) to re-read them. I tried to follow the next installments written by a different author, but I can;t find a few of them. Wars we Choose seems accurate, my hats off to Sandra for the depth and emotion she put into it. Yea. If only I could write like that.
Posted on Jun 18, 1999, 9:23 AM from IP address 216.107.12.221
Oh, never illicted "wild" applause before. thanks!
I haven't had any time to myself really...but I'm trying to do another. and if you ever read stuff of mine you like (again and again, I'm a fan of repeat business) remember my little corner of the web is maevethefair@hotmail.com
Posted on Jun 20, 1999, 8:10 PM from IP address 216.107.12.224
Ritchie?!? Are you on that fixation again?!? *beg* oh, yeah, ...(t)
by
Ren fair, will we be late to the BBQ? Are you gonna' go? I do believe I will bring my Grayson clone to the BBQ. Consone clone is off pouting, and Grayson IS quietly evil and vicious. Don't worry, Cel, off with his head (and I don't mean the one on his shoulders *wink wink*) if he bothers the Scotsmen!! M
Posted on Jun 17, 1999, 7:19 PM from IP address 209.252.240.107
I have to insist that you start posting some of those frus you've been dropping off at Rysher. And I don't care what you say, finish the damn Methos update. That one of Duncan in the forest, with the sword, nearly made me switch my devotion and we can't have that. :)
Although, I don't mind being tempted. <g>
Posted on Jun 18, 1999, 10:40 AM from IP address 209.240.200.157
joining us for good! Ummmm I think I will bring the sauce and my Scotsmen will be providing other interesting items...just stay away from Katmandu and the joey pens. Oh yeah, keep away from ROG's pet yak!
Welcome!
Posted on Jun 18, 1999, 9:28 PM from IP address 207.136.11.140
Here is the official word about the status of the DOBC
by
courtesy of Danni via me. The DOBC will go on no matter when and if this board disappears. I have a forum on my site that I never or almost never use--I go and hide there once in a while to post ideas for stories etc. but it's pretty virgin territory so to speak. The DOBC will congregate there and there is an added bonus of a chat room too that I also have.
All are welcome of course, you'll have to sign in at first etc but it's a pretty cool spot to hang. You can fru on it like here and if we move to my forum, then we can make it as graphic or not as we want in whatever we do. It won't matter as I'll be the one who says what can and can't be posted there.
I'd love to set up a weekly DOB chat in the chat room if everyone is interested.
This isn't the end guys--it's just a matter of the possibility of moving to a different place. And sometimes, change is good. Danni agrees that should this board go down, then the DOBC will and should move to my board.
This is all open for discussion of course; I believe in democracy on things like this. So let's start talking about things right now.
Comments, ladies?
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 7:18 PM from IP address 207.136.54.154
This board is..in a way, where I really began...I debued my haggis here, I ...well, whatever my Kronos-business is, started here. My best on-line friends, I got closer to, here. The parties, the frus, the smut...all great memories.So long as the clan continues, though...I am satisfied, and will adapt. It is a change...but change can be good.My only (durnitall, I am a writer, aren't I?)big concern is that we both continue our serials. (Yours because I love how you've plumbed the historical flavor, and enlarged upon the familiar characters...mine because it's my catharsis.)
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 8:01 PM from IP address 216.164.197.178
rest assured. and the stories and serials will go on too. I just sent out a message on the mail list regarding this; check your email.
RL is a bear right now so I'm having a hard time finding time to sit and finish what I have begun unfortunaltely. Soon, dear, soon I hope all will be good and RL will ease again for me.
I'm praying that it will cause I really want to do some serious writing myself.
WE will live on, never fear!
LONG LIVE THE DOBC!!
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 8:12 PM from IP address 207.136.54.154
Methos cast a bemused eye at me as I got myself ready...brushing teeth (my mouth was a nasty pit...Immortals don't get flu, but we do wake up with skunk-mouth from time to time), getting myself presentable--
"C'mon...what do you have to get all...dressed for?"
I glared. I was going to meet the man who whacked Kronos. Someone whom I've never met, but fantasized about killing. It's only right to look nice for these things. (I, sensibly, did not inform Methos of my reasoning.)
And he was most amused at my getting my "things" together (left boot, Bowie, right boot, switchblade....I decided to forgo the thigh-strap and 8" Bowie--it stands out a bit.) And then he handed me my coat, but not before hefting it up and down a few times for the weight. I caught his drift.
"A girl can't be too careful."
"Well, it's a rough world out there."
Armed to the teeth, I was ready to go. But once I was in the car again, the thoughts came. "Face the consequences of what you've done." Could I? I'd like to think I might be able to get to move on. But even so, I was reminded of the promise I had made. I had no excuse for still dwelling on what Kronos had wanted me to do.
I can pretend it's possible to be redeemed.
But in the end, I have to also accept that I'm damned.
The last weapon I secreted about my person was a fully-loaded .45 Berretta. Hollow-points.
It's a rough world out there.
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 5:34 PM from IP address 216.164.192.194
this is from "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy:
It didn't matter that the story had begun, because kathakali discovered long ago that the secret of the Great Stories is that they *have* no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere, and inhabit comfortably. They don't deceive you with thrills and trick endings. They don't surprise you with the unforeseen. They are as familiar as the house you live in. Or the smell of you lover's skin. You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn't. And yet you want to know again.
*That* is their mystery and their magic..
(I thought this kind of fitting...)
Hmpf
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 2:36 PM from IP address 145.253.2.36
So, no new information on Highlander IV? "Where in the World is Carmen MacLeod?" or whatever it's called... I'm sure the title will change again. But Methos is in it now, correct?
Oh, dear, I really must build a new fru stockpile... (Hope this works, it's been awhile) Men In Black Leather
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 7:33 AM from IP address 205.217.136.201
Just go ahead and delete the ROGboard since not many people use it anymore? I've been thinking about it because why waste the space at netbabbler if only 2 or 3 people will post at it.
Where is everyone? I know where I've been. I know I haven't been around but where's everyone else?
Posted on Jun 15, 1999, 4:14 PM from IP address 209.178.4.37
Waiting for a good subject to jump into. I FRU sometimes but I suppose the lack of people on the forum is because there's a lack of stuff to talk about on Highlander and PW in general. Ho hum.
I really don't know what you should do but if you do choose to wipe this place out, thank you very much for having us for this long!
Gratefully yours, Jo Ann
Posted on Jun 15, 1999, 5:59 PM from IP address 209.244.181.31
fandom on the net is largely a matter of our joint imagination... which means we shouldn't really need exciting news from "Real Life" to keep it going... It is created in our own heads, mainly!
I'm afraid I'm not much good at "fun things", but I'm just beginning to feel at home here, and, if this board does not close down, I might even learn how to write smut! Stranger things have happened!
I'll try to be around.
Hmfp
(can't even write my own name for agitation!)
Hmpf:-)
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 2:19 PM from IP address 145.253.2.35
At the moment I'm giving writing gen. fanfic a try...
by Hmpf, all too much of a virgin in mind
(my first attempt can be found at the BABE Forum)
I'm making but little progress, since posting on the various forums and creating my own homepage eats up most of my time... but I might try and "broaden my horizon" some time in the future!
Hmpf
Posted on Jun 17, 1999, 3:47 AM from IP address 145.253.2.35
I've been thinking it's been quiet around here lately. I'm afraid real life has been in the way for me lately. I really like the good-natured atmosphere of this place, and I'd hate to see it go. I'll try to do better.
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 7:18 AM from IP address 205.217.136.201
...But RL gets in my way. I have to fight sometimes to get here. There's not much new stuff going on with HL or PW, so we don't talk...Hey, DOBCers, when are you throwing another party? Maybe I'll host one at the asylum in the next week or so since Josh is going on leave and I'll have more free time...
We need Morgana back soon. That always helps. Anybody know how hubby reacted to the belly-button ring?
ABD
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 9:29 AM from IP address 144.246.117.139
aren't you on the map or roglanders mailing list? it was discussed there!
(hope she doesn't mind me spreading this info... but, after all, it was made public of sorts on the list...) ;-)
Hmpf
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 2:08 PM from IP address 145.253.2.35
I must admit I am not an active poster here, but I like to lurk... and if it helps, I might jump in! - I just feel like I'm, well, I don't know, not dirty-minded enough, or perhaps simply too boring or something. Or too German (brooding all the time etc.)...
Hmpf =)
(Save the board!!!)
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 2:05 PM from IP address 145.253.2.36
...shyness can be overcome for a good cause! I've been lurking here for *quite* sometime, but I guess I'm out of the shadows now. Please keep this board up! It is quite, how shall I put this, *interesting* *beg*
~CG~
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 3:51 PM from IP address 205.206.216.148
::checks her reflection in the mirror:: Nope, I think I'm of the wrong, er, persuasion, to have to worry about being bitten LOL....perhaps I'll stick around in that case....who knows, maybe I'll even get to do some biting of my own...;)
~CG~
Posted on Jun 17, 1999, 6:57 PM from IP address 205.206.216.52
by Hmpf, not naughty enough, but willing to learn!
I was kind of shy around here as well, because this is by far the, ahem, *strangest* of all the forums I lurk/post on! I feel like I'm not quite qualified to post here sometimes! =)
Hmpf
Posted on Jun 17, 1999, 3:52 AM from IP address 145.253.2.36
if you're not paying, i'd just go ahead and leave it up. there may not be *a lot* of posts, but i do lurk here, and i come here more often than the hl forum. :)
jam
Posted on Jun 16, 1999, 7:48 PM from IP address 152.202.132.112
I know I never say much anymore, but where will I go if you delet the board?! Crikey, I read a lot of the stuff that's posted, I just stay quiet..but if you're even thinking of deleting this place...ever again, oh I can't even bring myself to think of what to do. I know you made the decision already ( the good one) but let this stand as testimony in case you ever think of it again..NOOOOO!
we'd never be the same, and I would be without an outlet for my meefie mania
Posted on Jun 18, 1999, 9:19 AM from IP address 216.107.12.221
I don't know *what* his idea had been--I gave him the wrong hotel, got out when he left me off, hiked it to the Metro... was on my way, about to disappear. I had too much to think about. I had never put it all into perspective, I guess I'm just not that deep a person. This wasn't a field I could play on.
I considered calling home, but I couldn't. Let them think whatever. Let them think I died. My head ached, and all I wanted to do was sink into sleep. Out of habit, I lay myself out on the couch (I can't get comfortable on a bed), and somehow, bustling thoughts aside, passed out.
Big mistake. Going to sleep all sober like that.
I dreamed. I was at St. Anselm's, but it was larger, and littered with corpses. I stared at them, knowing full well how they got there. And then, on my mind as always, Kronos was behind me, only I didn't sense his presence. I only heard his voice.
"How do you like our legacy?"
"The world is...dead?" I asked, but I knew the answer.
"Yes," he breathed into my ear, and I could really feel his breath, warm, as if he were alive. "And now you must let it burn."
And his eyes weren't cold at all. They were like flames.
I awoke with a start, sensing an Immortal presence in the room with me. It was dark, but I knew who it was. The light went on. A sword was at my throat.
"Do it, Methos," I said, not caring about the catch in my voice.
"Did you know you screamed out his name?"
"It wouldn't have been the first time. Do it. Take my head. I've meant nothing but violence...I've owed the world a death since coming into it, and I'm not afraid to pay up." I was rambling, not exactly the death scene I always imagined for myself.
He lowered the sword. "Don't be stupid," he sneered. "It's braver to live and face the consequences of what you've done, whatever it is."
He gave me a look of surprising patience. What a strange man he was. "Come on, we're going to see someone."
"Who?" I wondered, getting up without really wondering "who?" or much caring.
"A friend. MacLeod."
I blinked. Duncan MacLeod? This was just getting interesting.
Posted on Jun 14, 1999, 7:47 PM from IP address 216.164.197.168
sorry sorry sorry for the massive delays on my story
by
RL has intruded greatly on my time but I'm trying my best to play catchup as quickly as I can so I can post the next few chapters. This is the longest time between chapters I've ever had and again I apologize. Hopefully within the next few days things will calm down enough so I can do some serious writing.
IF not, please refrain from taking my head--I'm a bit attached to it, ok?
LOL
Posted on Jun 13, 1999, 9:47 PM from IP address 207.136.48.53
I didn't need to look. I knew it was the Quickening released when Methos sliced the woman's neck...he didn't make it to 5,000 by being a push-over, but in a way, I was curious...I had never seen one. The only Quickenings I ever experienced were my own. The air crackled, I made my own sweep, and then...it was like all hell breaking loose.
I turned as I was forced to my knees under the strength of it. I was in a trance, literally transfixed at what I was seeing. Quickenings are exhilarating, but...I can't explain it. I *was* lightening itself. And I looked in wonder at the same thing happening to this gorgeous man, his face contorted (for it is almost painful), exquisite. This is what we are! I thought, madly. Electricity.
The rapture fades of course, and then I just knelt there, spent, with my whole body feeling strained and ill-used. Dawson had come around the corner. He obviously was no stranger to this sight.
"The two of you had best clear out of here..." he said. I looked at him quizzically...what about the mess? He caught my look. "We do...clean up after these things... it's our mutual secret."
Mutual in a one-sided you know about us, we don't know about you kind of way, I thought to myself.
"You're a friend, Joe," Methos said, by way of thanks, and then turned to me. "Come on."
"What?" I said, still spacey.
He sighed, as if he was now realizing how dim I was. "That was a set-up, and I believe they followed you. And you are coming with me."
I was a little irritated that he felt the need to be protective of me. (I'm an idiot; I should have felt profoundly grateful.) I glared, but he was right. I followed, wondering what the heck I had done to peeve off the welcoming committtee. Okay, if renegade Watchers want a piece of me, fine. But did I ever do to these guys?
I got into his...what are they? One of those big awful gas-guzzling SUV things everybody has these days. I sat. He drove. I felt sullen.
"So, just what is your game?" he said, making very rude conversation, but I guess it was expected.
"Game?" I said, openly irritated in a flash. "I don't come here with any game. I just need answers." I thought about it. "Do you think I'm here to run a game on you? Some of that 'There can be only one" crap?" I snorted.
"Maybe."
He had the most unreadable face. It was understandable, though. He must be the biggest game you could hunt, so to speak. I dropped my furious pose. "Hey, I'm no instigator," I said, dropping into an awful "MTV Raps" tone. "Don't playa hate me 'cause I'm up-and-coming, O-G." And I laughed at myself.
He looked a little bewildered, and then laughed, a short chuckle. "O-G?"
"Old Guy, in your case. Look," I said, and I had no idea why I said this, I just did,"they say when someone dies, it's like a library is burnt to the ground."
He was silent, so I went on. "If someone took your head, it would be like torching a world."
Posted on Jun 9, 1999, 9:15 PM from IP address 209.122.217.191
I've been making some changes around my website, mostly cosmetic, but a couple of new areas. The link for the Valentine Pelka reviews doesn't really lead anywhere just yet, but it will do very soon!
If'n you want to take a look go here
I'm pretty sure I checked all the links, but if you find a dead one, please let me know!
Posted on Jun 7, 1999, 7:20 PM from IP address 207.215.94.62
so I couldn't do "Full Circle" as I said I was going to do.
What's that? You don't believe that it was kidnapped by aliens? hmmmm...would you believe my daughter absconded it to check her email and proceeded to not give it back and I fell asleep while waiting to have it relinquished?
Maybe?
It's the truth! (but these days she's really an alien)
Posted on Jun 7, 1999, 5:06 AM from IP address 207.136.61.176
That word rankled me--"young." What was that supposed to mean? But it must be true...young. Not 5,000, not even fifty. I am young....er. It doesn't change my experiences. I am still what I am. It's easier to chalk my failures up to my stupidity than my youth--I'll get older (whether I show it or not)..but I'll always be stupid, unless I somehow figure out that "magic moment" when I have a chance to think before I act.
I didn't have it figured out while I stood there feeling ridiculous ...I simply couldn't take anymore. I needed to bolt.
"I'm out of here...I said what I had to say..." and I started for the door. It wasn't true. I had a thousand other things to say...I couldn't, though. It was all beyond me.
"Don't," Dawson began, and Methos was already after me...but it didn't matter. I was out, gone...around the corner, down the alley...and then I felt it...and stopped running. It wasn't Methos. I still felt his presence, but this was another...no, two. I felt so sick I couldn't stand myself, green, unprepared, horrible. What the hell was this, a convention? I reached behind me and pulled my sword...something told me this was definitely going to turn into a challenge.
There were two of them, a man and a woman. They had set looks on their faces as if they were, I don't know, zombies, or cult people. They were reaching even as they strode towards me. *Two*...I had the sword ready, but I was beginning to back-pedal, and then....my saviour--Methos rounded the corner.
The battle was engaged. The man actually went for me, and Methos took care of the other. They didn't even speak. They didn't announce who they were, or why they were there. I didn't care at the moment, it was more important that they were taken.
The man was good. He circled me, trying to figure out where to begin, and then, carefully, I thought, offered a thrust, just a bit high (a wake-up move). I caught it against my own sword, but weakly. I realized I wouldn't fool him with the weak gambit... I needed a different tack...a did a retreating step, and then, my gut told me to do a strange thing...I dropped, put scissor-kick to his knees, and flipped him down.
This was going to be ugly, I told myself. I didn't have a heck of a lot of time, as he was larger than I, and would get up quick. I got to my feet, and placed a good kick to his head...he was just about to get himself up as I did, and that move sent him back down. Then I placed another few choice kicks, to his sword hand, to his head. He rolled out of the way, never letting go of the sword. I realized this was bad. He was getting up...I sliced, wildly.
There was so much blood. I had lucked onto the inside of his wrist, and I recoiled, shocked at the wilting hand. But the b------ was going to heal if I didn't continue. Another slice. The sword went. I realized I must have dazed him with that kick, and thanked my stars.
I took his throat as he instinctively reached for the fallen sword. It was an ugly beheading, rough. I cut him once, and then, righted myself to do the actual deed, even as I heard the explosion behind me.
Posted on Jun 7, 1999, 1:17 AM from IP address 209.122.217.155
...Just got HL movie news!! Whoo-hoo! The smut on these pages...Oooo...You're all giving me naughty-girl ideas. I actually got to post on the Rysher board for the first time in ages yesterday. I played Vampire last night; nothing really happened(except the werewolves are *this* close to war...don't you just love playing make-believe?). Chad's on leave, and almost as soon as he gets back, Josh goes. Sigh. I'm kinda dreading that...My car's acting funny, we go to the field next month, my PT scores suck...Life as usual. Got to share "The Messenger" and "To Be, Not To Be" with Josh. So sad. Anyway, gotta go.
BlueM&MsAndRootBeer!
:)Alicia:)
Posted on Jun 6, 1999, 5:22 PM from IP address 144.246.101.38
She scooted her chair backwards then proceeded to walk towards the back of the restaurant. Her eyes scanned the people who passed by her, trays in hand as they manuevered, weaving around the people and other obstacles in thier paths. In the hope that he would be among those passing her, she continued her search then craned her head back towards her escort to see how he was taking her absence.
He sat fidgeting as he waited for her then took a call on his celluar phone she noticed; she rolled her eyes at that fact. "Business before pleasure!" she muttered under her breath then turned back around and continued forward.
A subdued tinkling of glassware caught her attention, drawing her to a heavy wooden door with a small window in it. She stood on her tiptoes and peered inside, not caring if anyone saw her or not. All she could think about was how much her pulse pounded as she thought of the steward's good looks, his wonderful, richly accented voice, his broad shoulders and narrow waist and hips. Moisture began to accumulate between her legs as she thought of him; once again she thought about how good it might be if she could have him as she wanted to have him.
She pushed the door open, entered then silently closing the door behind her and looked at the rows upon rows of wine neatly stacked gathering both dust and age. She turned and locked it tight.
Walking down one row, she spotted her objective bent over as he searched for the right wine someone had ordered. She stood back gazing at the lines of his body, the curves of his face while her teeth involuntarily nibbled at her lower lip. Heaving a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and said a prayer for strength then walked up behind him and ran a hand over his muscled buttocks, then slipped it upwards along his inner thighs.
He abruptly stood up, whirling about to see who was touching him in such a manner. He was surprised to find that the moment he was facing the one who had touched him in such a manner, his face was smothered in kisses.
A tongue probed his mouth; he found that nothing would stop him from returning the same to the woman in front of him. And he didn't mind the flurry of touching that passed over his body, lingering here and there as they explored the hollows and peaks of him.
Andi pulled back to look at this man who was allowing her to fulfill one of her wildest dreams as she tried to catch her breath. She silently prayed that she would be able to fulfill it completely to the end and then not turn back when it came time to go.
His hands ran up her arms and slowly slid one by one, the straps of her dress from her shoulders and his head bent down to softly kiss the exposed flesh. His touch was light as a whisper as soft as rain yet there was a hidden strength within it too. He mouthed her neck as he nuzzled his way upwards, both licking then blowing on the wet pathways he left.
Enfolding her ear in his lips, he gently nibbled at it pausing now and then to softly blow in it before continuing his attention to her ear. A hand ran through her hair, unpinning it so that it cascaded down her back and he ensnared his fingers in it bending her neck backwards as he fiercely gazed into her eyes. He waited a few moments then lowered his lips to hers, kissing her hard then jerked back away from her when he felt a hand placed over his bulging manhood.
Andi smiled, then gave a short giggle at his reaction. She had noted him jump to life early on but had waited to see what was going to come of her advances. Much to her relief, he had returned her passion with his own and her exploration of him was not yet ready to be concluded. The ball was back in her park once more; she could control things once again now that she had his attention.
Giving the man an enticing smile, she slowly began to knead him so that he groaned outloud in pleasure. After a few moments, she stopped and waited for a reaction--she didn't want anything to happen without her being an active participant, that much was certain.
The man's eyes flew open and he stared at her in a sort of pleasurable agony when she had abruptly stopped her nimble hands and fingers that had felt oh so good. Silently, he pleaded with his eyes to continue what she had started but when she smiled at him again, he began to get more excited yet angry at the same time. Nothing had ever happened like this to him before in his life; it might not ever happen again, he realized. And he desperately wanted it to continue.
He pushed her dress further downwards past her breasts; reaching behind himself he grabbed a bottle of wine then popped the cork. He dribbled a little wine between her breasts and lapped it up while his fingers gently rolled and kneaded her nipples which stood at attention for him.
Again and again wine was dribbled, and licked off from her body. He would pause every once in a while to kiss and suckle at her exposed breasts, his tongue rolling about her extended nipples.
The rest will be placed on the DOBC mail list; it's getting too graphic for the board.
Posted on Jun 5, 1999, 10:44 PM from IP address 207.136.54.27
My fru essay...by siva hr. 12:45pm. Mrs. Vixen's class of smut.
by
There once was a nice clone by the name of <a href="http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Network/3293/YUMMY.JPG">meefie</a>. He liked to roll in the grass with many a eager woman. Sometimes he'd give us all a treat by showing us his <a href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Chateau/7004/frus/gorgeousmethos.jpg">bare chest</a>. While all thunked around him he would go grab a nice drink at the <a href="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Chamber/3642/bar2.jpg">bar.</a>
Posted on Jun 4, 1999, 10:59 AM from IP address 205.188.199.173
There once was a nice clone by the name of meefie. He liked to roll in the grass with many a eager woman. Sometimes he'd give us all a treat by showing us his bare chest. While all thunked around him he would go grab a nice drink at the bar.
Posted on Jun 4, 1999, 11:01 AM from IP address 205.188.199.173
A BLUE M&M!!! (Which leads to the following very important question--just what is the best way to remove a blue M&M from a very good looking man's navel? Dare I say it is, perhaps, rhetorical?)
Posted on Jun 4, 1999, 8:28 PM from IP address 216.164.197.183
other certain Scotsmen for such experiements but this is how you do it:
While running your hands over his upper chest, you s-l-o-w-l-y bend you head down, slipping your tongue ever so carefully out of your mouth and extending it the the area in question. Lick the area lightly, then blow a whisper of breath over the wet areas, kissing around the area too. Extend one's tongue and catch the blue M&M on the tip, then bring your tongue back inside your mouth and reach up and kiss the individual in question as you both share the M&M.....
OK I'm certifiable...
Posted on Jun 5, 1999, 6:41 AM from IP address 207.136.9.90
for frus with snacks! Mmm. Three. The minimum. Meefie....good topic, if done...but you've just been through finals and he is, after all, your major...I say, A+.
Posted on Jun 4, 1999, 8:30 PM from IP address 216.164.197.183
The rules--minimum of three...linked together in a cohesive paragraph....like my, er photoessay...and any subject will do...Methos is really good, but Duncan,Richie, heck, Connor---go crazy, go nuts...just show me your fruage!!!!!
Posted on Jun 3, 1999, 10:18 PM from IP address 216.164.249.245
