<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247</id><updated>2011-06-06T16:47:13.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantis High</title><subtitle type='html'>Atlantis the lost continent of an advance technological race, its suppose to be a myth right? What if I told you that it wasn't? That infact it was a real place and the descendents of Atlantis are coming of age and about to realize their heritage. Highschool was bad enough with boys, dating, and homework but throw in some magical powers and a power hungry evil mastermind, determined to take over Earth, and it makes for one hell of a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111066772256877356</id><published>2005-03-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:48:42.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Scottie hissed as she rubbed her head, "If by Kaijuu you mean monster, then yes I am but dont go spreading it around people will think Im a freak besides we need to get out of here." Not letting the two protest she pointed towards a couple of cops, "They're looking for that kid that destroyed the monster, we have to find him first, I think, maybe, he might be able to tell us whats going on with me and what that thing was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that she walked out of the room and towards the schools entrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111066772256877356?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111066772256877356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111066772256877356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066772256877356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066772256877356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-sixteen.html' title='Coming Together, Part Sixteen'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111066735072951683</id><published>2005-03-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:49:01.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;Curtis let out a gasp of surprise as he tried to grab Miyuki's hand in a vain attempt to keep the girl upright. When that didn't work he pushed himself away from the wall and stared down at the two on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is soemthing you dont see everyday." Putting his hand out he waited for Miyuki to accept it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111066735072951683?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111066735072951683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111066735072951683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066735072951683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066735072951683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-fourteen.html' title='Coming Together, Part Fourteen'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111066753537586699</id><published>2005-03-12T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:45:35.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt; Miyuki let out a shriek of shock as her support was suddenly pulled out from behind her sending her crashing backwards onto something soft. "Baka!" She hollered as the woman told her to get off. "Well next time look before you open the damned door!" She shouted grasping Curtis' hand and standing bringing the girl up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she was facing her attacker she noticed who it was, "Hey your that kid that caused the kaijuu to take a nose dive!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111066753537586699?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111066753537586699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111066753537586699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066753537586699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066753537586699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-fifteen.html' title='Coming Together, Part Fifteen'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111066719197912696</id><published>2005-03-12T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:41:13.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Scottie walked into the gym and was surprised when she came face to face with a bundle of brown hair, "Holy Shi-" Falling backwards she winced in pain as she fell hard onto the tile of the schools floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well why not add a concussion to the light-headedness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get off of me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111066719197912696?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111066719197912696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111066719197912696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066719197912696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111066719197912696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-thirteen.html' title='Coming Together, Part Thirteen'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111059291750493923</id><published>2005-03-11T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:01:57.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together Part Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog//hair3.jpg" align="left"&gt;Tass watched from behind a yellow school bus as the cops began to migrate from the school towards the track. He should have been more careful, it wouldn't be long before the cops started looking for him, if the hadn't already, as someone who was causing the attacks. He had a job tonight though, and he had to go get ready. He need to find out where that Asain girl lived, he needed to ask her some questions about her ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking one last glance at the school he left the property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111059291750493923?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111059291750493923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111059291750493923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111059291750493923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111059291750493923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-twelve.html' title='Coming Together Part Twelve'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014442561691223</id><published>2005-03-06T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:27:05.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Scottie laid back staring at the ceiling, as tired as she was she just couldn't get to sleep, not with the cops talking just down the hall. She could hear them saying something about this is the second attack with-in the week and that it probably wont be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the first? Where was the other one? Surely its not hard to miss a person/thing/it that looked like a pornstar reject shooting up a palce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling over onto her side she strained her ears to listen to the cops quiet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you happen to see a kid with shaggy brown hair at the attack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faint yes was heard from one of the office workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well we have our suspect, he was at the other attack as well. Alright Johnny put an A.P.B out for a kid with shaggy brown hair probably in his late teens, height not known, weight probably average. Best discri-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolling over onto her back she continued to stare at the ceiling for a second before sittting up on the bedside. &lt;i&gt;Need to find that kid before the cops do.&lt;/i&gt; Ignoring the light-headed feeling she stood and headed out of the room and towards gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014442561691223?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014442561691223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014442561691223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014442561691223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014442561691223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-eleven.html' title='Coming Together, Part Eleven'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014420502867436</id><published>2005-03-06T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:23:25.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;Miyuki raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, "Brilliant idea, he made the homi...homa..homicidal! creature just so he could fry it, Im so very sure!" Okay she deffinately needed to work on her English tonight, she shouldn't have slipped up like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing her hands up in the air to show her sarcasm to the full."In fact he's probably the one that told it to blow up the side of the school!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014420502867436?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014420502867436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014420502867436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014420502867436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014420502867436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-ten.html' title='Coming Together, Part Ten'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014411390805288</id><published>2005-03-06T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:21:53.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;Ignoring the girl toy comment he flopped backwards against the wall and shook his head, "Nope never seen him around here before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around the gym he sighed as he watched as the cops began to take down statements from the students, "Maybe he's the one who made that creature?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014411390805288?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014411390805288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014411390805288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014411390805288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014411390805288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-nine.html' title='Coming Together, Part Nine'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014228127980541</id><published>2005-03-06T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:51:21.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;Okay he got her there, she had no idea how she created that black wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, Miyuki leaned back against the green painted door, and rubbed her eyes, "Okay I get your point I dont know how I did it but I was hoping maybe if your little girl toy knew how she did her little trick that maybe it would explain how I did mine, guess not." Banging her head against the door once she groaned. "Did you happen to know who the pyromaniac was? I've never seen him around here before."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014228127980541?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014228127980541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014228127980541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014228127980541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014228127980541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-eight.html' title='Coming Together, Part Eight'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014175092024530</id><published>2005-03-06T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:42:30.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;"Gah!" Was all he had time to say as he was roughly dragged forward, almost tripping over the bleachers. "Can I help you!?" He question harshly pulling back from the girls grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw what that &lt;i&gt;chick&lt;/i&gt; did and I would like to know how she did it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaring at the girl he straightened out his clothes, "That &lt;i&gt;chick&lt;/i&gt; has a name and its Scottie and I don't know how she did anything, if anyone should be explaining anything its how &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; did your little parlor trick." He whispered towards the girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014175092024530?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014175092024530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014175092024530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014175092024530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014175092024530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-seven.html' title='Coming Together, Part Seven'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014122292037554</id><published>2005-03-06T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:33:42.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;The light brown haired girl leaned forward watching as Curtis hastingly took his seat int he third row, she needed to talk to him. Tapping her foot impatiently as the blad man at the microphone continued to speak on about police and their questioning, she realized her began to twitch. Shaking her head to make herself stop, she did not want to go back home with a newly developed tick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-you are allowed to move about in the gym but please stay in this room until the police have finished with their questioning, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up she hastingly made her way down the bleachers to Curtis, grabbing his shirt she pulled him up and over to the gyms doors. "I saw what that &lt;i&gt;chick&lt;/i&gt; did and I would like to know how she did it." Short, simple, and to the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014122292037554?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014122292037554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014122292037554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014122292037554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014122292037554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-six.html' title='Coming Together, Part Six'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111014062388141183</id><published>2005-03-06T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:23:43.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt; Curtis opened the door to the p.e gym, where he had been directed to go by the vice principle who was heading to the basketball gym, he was surprised to see that everyone was already calmed down and listening to the principle talk about how the police where going to go and around question various students about what had happened today and if they knew anybody who want to bomb the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that was the excuse they were going with?&lt;/i&gt; He thought as he walked up the bleachers and took a seat, &lt;i&gt; They see a fricking evil creature shoot light out of his hands and we're suppose to believe its a bomb attack? How retarded.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After the police are finished with their questioning I will be sending the lot of you home for the rest of the day, you are allowed to move about in the gym but please stay in this room until the police have finished with their questioning, thank you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111014062388141183?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111014062388141183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111014062388141183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014062388141183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111014062388141183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-five.html' title='Coming Together, Part Five'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111013990878821239</id><published>2005-03-06T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:11:48.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt; Miyuki, after hearing the Fireturcks sirens, quickly ran in the back entrance that lead into the P.E gym, where she could see the Sophmore, Junior, and Senior classes sitting around and talking, with more students coming in. &lt;i&gt;What the-?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of the door she stared on in surprise, apparently she missed the memo that said everyone jam your asses into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright everyone please take your seat! I will make an announcement as soon as everyone takes their seats!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyuki jumped as the loud voice boomed over the gyms speakers, heading towards the bleachers she took a seat staring at the principle waiting to see what he would say about a zombie attacking the school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111013990878821239?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111013990878821239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111013990878821239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013990878821239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013990878821239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-four.html' title='Coming Together, Part Four'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111013945066974652</id><published>2005-03-06T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T12:04:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Scottie rolled her eyes at the over worrying nurse, she had wanted to come here &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; again? "Im fine Mrs.Lorrik but Im really tired, could I maybe lie down for alittle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse, who had a piece of plastic stuck to her forehead to read her tempature nodded sympathetically. "Of course honey! Here let me take her from you and you mister need to get to the gymnasium like everyone else!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scottie moved away from the shaggy haired teen and went with the nurse to one of the backrooms, before she disappeared around the the turn, that lead to the sick rooms, she mouth a 'talk to you later' to Curtis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111013945066974652?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111013945066974652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111013945066974652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013945066974652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013945066974652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-three.html' title='Coming Together, Part Three'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111013866249277836</id><published>2005-03-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:51:02.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together, Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;"Alright Mi'lady to the nurses office it is then!" &lt;i&gt;Yep, it's offical I am a dork.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head he headed back through the doors of the school, fire truck sirens blarring in the background. Opening the glass door to the office of the school, Kurt turned to Mrs.Lorrik, the nurse, but befor he could say anything the woman rushed forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my goodness, what on earth! You weren't outside when the building shook where you?" She questioned worriedky starring at Scottie with a questioning eyebrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111013866249277836?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111013866249277836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111013866249277836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013866249277836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013866249277836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-two.html' title='Coming Together, Part Two'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-111013817806415402</id><published>2005-03-06T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:42:58.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming together, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;All she could do was nod her head, whatever she did it made her feel weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep breath she let it out slowly befor looking up towards the red head. "I'm fine..." Pausing she took a second to lick her parched lips. "Just tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripping Curtis' shoulder tight, she slowly stood. "I think I wanna go to the nurses office and take a nap."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-111013817806415402?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/111013817806415402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=111013817806415402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013817806415402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/111013817806415402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/03/coming-together-part-one.html' title='Coming together, Part One'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110944676241542449</id><published>2005-02-26T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:39:50.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part twelve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;Reacting quickly, Curtis brought his arms out and caught Scottie as she began to fall to the ground, he wanted to ask her if she was okay but he had seen what had happened. Somehow she had sent that &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; sailing into the soccer goal, how though he wasn't quiet sure. Putting her arm over his shoulder, to help her stay upright he watched in awe as the monster was burnt to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is going on?" Turning around he went back to the front of the building towards a bench. "Hey Scottie you okay?" He finally asked as he set the girl down onto the green bench.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110944676241542449?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110944676241542449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110944676241542449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110944676241542449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110944676241542449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-twelve.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part twelve.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110944636121464956</id><published>2005-02-26T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:32:41.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part eleven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;Miyuki looked over at the side of the sandy brick building staring at that preppy girl that had freaked out last night at the basketball game, when the black haired girl jerked her head to the side, Miyuki turned her head and watched as the kaijuu was sent flying back into the soccer netting, well damn...there goes soccer practice for this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire blazed about 6 feet in front of her as it slammed into the struggeling monster, cringing back in disgust at the sight and the smell, winced as the monster let out a shrill final cry before silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she inched her way down the bleachers, not once taking her eyes of the small puddle that looked like mercury. "America is one messed up place." Turning around to thank the person that had helped her she was surprised to see him gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110944636121464956?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110944636121464956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110944636121464956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110944636121464956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110944636121464956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-eleven.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part eleven.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110944628002009701</id><published>2005-02-26T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:31:20.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part ten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog//hair3.jpg" align="left"&gt;Tass watched in surpriseas the zombie fought to release its self from the netting, not wasting any time, he struck the lighter and sent a stream of fire towards the monster. Watching in somewhat morbid fascination, he stood stock still as the netting caught fire soon followed by the zombie, who began to holler in fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Die already, I cant keep this fire up!&lt;/i&gt; Noticing there was a rubbering smokey smell drafting his way he tried to flinch as the smell caused his stomach to churn uneasily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one last final cry the zombie slowly melted into a silver puddle of mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the girl on the bleachers he remembered her features, he would have to ask her some questions later, but for now, he had to get out of here before someone called the cops, if they hadn't already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110944628002009701?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110944628002009701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110944628002009701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110944628002009701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110944628002009701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-ten.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part ten.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883357415958473</id><published>2005-02-19T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:19:34.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part nine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;She felt the arm on her shoulder but she ignored it and the question sounded like it was to far away. She was to intent on the situation to even pay attention to her surroundings. &lt;i&gt;Move...come on you dolt their coming right for you move!&lt;/i&gt; She thought inwardly flinching when she heard the boom from the energy ball hitting the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He needs help!&lt;/i&gt; Fear was no seeping through her nerves as she stared at the charred monster. Staring at the monster she felt something with-in her click, going on auto-pilot she jerked her head to the side and saw the monster fly into the soccer goal netting. Eyes widening she slowly felt herself falling to her knees. God she was tired, but she had done that, right? She had helped, but now all she wanted to do was sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883357415958473?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883357415958473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883357415958473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883357415958473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883357415958473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-nine.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part nine.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883350303772162</id><published>2005-02-19T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:18:23.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part eight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog//hair3.jpg" align="left"&gt;Tass watched for the second time as the bad guy extinguished himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zombie wanna-be held his hands out to the side summoning to large balls of energy in his palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit." Taking a couple of steps back the curly haired adult watched in horror as the man released the white spheres, towards him. "Oh &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;!" Stumbling back he reached for his lighter and quickly tried to create a fireball, sending one forward quickly he managed to destroy one. Looking forward he fell to the ground letting the fireball pass over his head and slam into the brick of the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This guy is alot stronger then the others." Standing he stared at the bad guy with exhausted eyes. "Not good." He murmured as he saw the guy prepare another 'bout of attacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883350303772162?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883350303772162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883350303772162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883350303772162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883350303772162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-eight.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part eight.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883344746870878</id><published>2005-02-19T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:20:56.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;"Hey isn't that Scottie!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis' hand stopped inches from the door knob. &lt;i&gt;Scottie? What the hell was she doing out there?&lt;/i&gt; Not wasting anymore time he grasped the door knob and yanked the door open before running down the halls of the school. Stomping down the stairs that lead to the middle school sections of the school, he raced through around the many lockers and made his way outside the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to his left, were you could see dark grey and black smoke rising into the air, he ran as quick as possible towards where he could see Scottie standing. Stopping behind her, he noticed she looked like she was in a daze, gently he put his hand onto her shoulder, "What the hell do you think your doing!?" He questioned in a harsh whisper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883344746870878?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883344746870878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883344746870878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883344746870878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883344746870878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-seven.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part seven.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883334426009144</id><published>2005-02-19T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:15:44.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;God it was happening again! The voices were screaming inside her head! Something about a monster, she could feel their fear, their excitement, all sorts of thoughts and emotions ran through her head causing her to fall to her knees and grab her head in pain. What the hell was going on!? Why couldn't she control her thoughts!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Monster on the track field! Sweet!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it all stopped, the last thought resounded in her head, a monster at the track? Standing slowly, she let her hands drop from her head. A monster? Theres no way...then again there was no way someone could here the thoughts of people in their head...maybe the &lt;i&gt;monster&lt;/i&gt; had something to do with her sudden craziness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well one way to find out&lt;/i&gt; Running around to the front of the building she quickened her pace as she came upon the other side of the school where she could smell burning &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. Stopping she stared in awe at the site of some kid throwing fire at this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I retract my earlier comment today is going to be anything but &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883334426009144?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883334426009144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883334426009144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883334426009144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883334426009144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-six.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part six.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883324895333023</id><published>2005-02-19T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:14:08.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/prom23.jpg" align="left"&gt;"Your presence will be sorely missed Matt, are you sure you have to leave now?" Dean Park questioned as he stared at his stare professors resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hated lying but this had to be done, he had been preparing for this since he was little. "Im afraid that it must be now my Aunt is very ill she's the only family I have let you must understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cant say I personally understand but I do understand your need to be with her. Just know your position will always be here when you decide to return. Your the best in your field." Setting the small piece of paper to his side the Dean of admissions brought his hand out and shook the young mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes thank you for your understanding I will be back sometime but until then Professor Kinsington will be able to take my place, it was a pleasure working for you." Shaking his boss' hand Matthew stood and walked from the office preparing to head home and pack for his flight to his new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he wouldn't be too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883324895333023?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883324895333023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883324895333023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883324895333023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883324895333023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-five.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part five.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883313986303225</id><published>2005-02-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:12:19.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;It took her a few minutes but Miyuki realized, that somehow, she was the person keeping the barrier between her and that creepie horror movie reject stable. Keeping her hand pressed against the wall she let her fear feed the inky blackness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kami someone help me&lt;/i&gt; She couldn't keep this up forever exhaustion was starting to set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs shaking, from energy depletion, the light brown haired Asian slid to her knees and just when she thought all was lost, she felt the weight lift from the wall. Slowly she let her arms drop causing the wall to fall into little black dots and disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a couple of much need deep breaths she stared up at the melting monster with wide eyes, getting shakingly to her feet she stumbled back towards the bleachers putting as much distance between her and the &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883313986303225?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883313986303225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883313986303225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883313986303225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883313986303225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-four.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part four.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883305800029030</id><published>2005-02-18T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:10:58.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog//hair3.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shit&lt;/i&gt; Tass berated himself, he had been so intent on watching the grass grow that he barely had time to throw himself out of the way as a pack of yelling, frightened, screeching kids raced past him towards some unknown destination point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasping a straggling kid by his winter gym shirt he looked at him in the eye and quickly asked which way. Confused the kid just pointed towards the side of the school building. Letting the grey fabric fall from his hand he ran towards the side of the school surprised when he came on the site of a girl looking physically tired from apparently holding a giant black wall in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Theres another one like me?&lt;/i&gt; He thought to himself. Not wasting anymore time he quickly snatched his ever handy zippo lighter from his pocket and lit it. He had been trying for the past several weeks to teach himself to create the fire, incase he would lose his lighter, but so far it took to much energy out of him to just create a small flame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting his left hand whisk over the top of the flame he raced forward and sent the small flame ball towards the monster in hopes of at least creating a diversion. His fire ball hit its target, catching the creatures clothes on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the games begin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883305800029030?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883305800029030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883305800029030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883305800029030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883305800029030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-three.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part three.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883299358826159</id><published>2005-02-18T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:09:53.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;The detention students all started as a boy came running through the door waving his arms to get everyone’s attention, as if him slamming the door open and interrupting the silence was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Whealty what in-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry Mr. Luken but you have to look out side the window! Theres this guy shooting up the track field!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooting back in his seat, Curtis ran to the side of the room where the giant class window over-looked the asphalt race track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kid beside him pressed his face to the window and shouted, "Holy shit! Is that the transfer student!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising an eyebrow the red head watched in awe as the screaming Asian stumbled back while black tentacles seemed to seep from all across the field to build some sort of protective wall in front of the girl. "Well thats something you dont see everyday." He watched as the creature continued his assault on the black mass. "Someone has to help her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that he started to leave the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883299358826159?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883299358826159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883299358826159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883299358826159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883299358826159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-two.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part two.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110883258835636201</id><published>2005-02-18T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:03:46.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Bad Guys, part one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;Miyuki grumbled as she watched the Juniors race in circles around the inner part of the schools track. Resting her head on her palm she rolled her eyes as some dork in the track uniform waved up towards her followed by a wink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unenthusiastically she gave the man the one finger salute. God she hated this school well not really &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; school just certain people. People like that boy, who thought a simple gesture like his wink and wave would melt the most frozen of hearts. There was one boy she like, though she would never admit it to &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt; even under the penalty of death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing her eyes she smiled at the man of her dreams. Thats when it happened the screams started with people running from the track screaming about a zombie. Snapping her eyes open she stared at what could only be described as a demon. It had long bleach white hair with pale blue skin, its black pvc clad body only added to its creepiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up with a gasp she grab the front of her shirt as the demon smiled widely showing off its alligator teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaijuu." She whispered in fear as the monster started forward towards the bleachers she was sitting on. Not wasting time she started down the steps of the metal sitting stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the creature raise its hand she barley had time to look up and scream as giant beam of white energy flew towards her. Clenching her eyes closed she waited for the impact only to realize it never came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeking one eye open she stumbled back as she realized the reason for the never feeling the impact. Standing protectively in front of her was a tall massive black nothingness that seemed to be straining in the center where the white ball of energy had hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nani?" She whispered not even realizing her voice was becoming strained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110883258835636201?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110883258835636201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110883258835636201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883258835636201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110883258835636201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/attack-of-bad-guys-part-one.html' title='Attack of the Bad Guys, part one.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110842025528285917</id><published>2005-02-14T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T14:30:55.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Begins, Part Five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lunch, my favorite class of the day!&lt;/i&gt; Setting her tray down onto the white painted wooden table, Scottie pulled out an yellow painted chair, and happily set down. No Vicitory burger for her today, thanks god, those things tasted so nasty. Picking up her pepperoni pizza slice, she brought it up to her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who does she think she is?/Carrie is such a drama-/Date me-/HATE HIM!/Why doesn't anyone-/Screw her!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping the slice of cheesy goodness onto her tray she covered her ears, &lt;i&gt;God not again! Please shut up!&lt;/i&gt; Clenching her eyes tightly shut she stood from chair, knowcking the cheap plastic material onto the tiled floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Completly hot!/kill 'em!/totally fake!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be quiet! Please!&lt;/i&gt;Opening her eyes she felt dizzy like everyone in the room was starring at her, their eyes boring into her, telling her that she was acting like a crazy person. Looking towards the cafeteria door she ran towards it not even realizing that the she never pushed the door open as she ran outside away from the voice and judging stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in a deep breath she released it slowly drowning in the happiness of hearing nothing, complete silence. &lt;i&gt;God Im going nuts aren't I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OOG:&lt;/b&gt; lol, well atleast you wanred us? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110842025528285917?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110842025528285917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110842025528285917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110842025528285917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110842025528285917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-day-begins-part-five.html' title='A New Day Begins, Part Five.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110841553081641641</id><published>2005-02-14T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:14:13.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day, part four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;Curtis sighed as he made his way to dentention hall, it wasn't his fault his teacher didn't want to admit he was wrong! How could someone, who claims to be smart, act like such a childish infant because someone had called him out on his mistake!? Hasn't he ever heard of constructive critisism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripping his side satchle straps tightly in his hands he tried to contain his anger at the situation he was in. His Uncle was going take away his computer privliages for god knows how long. All because his computer teacher is a stupid moronic jar-head who cant learn to take help where its needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not the thing to think about when your trying to calm youself down. Closing his eyes he continued down the hall, unbenounced to the red head, scattered papers and other school objects began to whisk across the floor as if responding to the teenagers anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;+_____+&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OOG:&lt;/b&gt; Well my stupid microsoft word isn't loading so Im afraid that my post is not spelled checked, so please ignor any and all misspellings! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110841553081641641?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110841553081641641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110841553081641641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110841553081641641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110841553081641641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-day-part-four.html' title='A New Day, part four.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110834340119157927</id><published>2005-02-13T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:10:01.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting Vigil, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog//hair3.jpg" align="left"&gt;He had to be quiet, not only for his safety but for others as well. He should have known that the monster would come here. A populated place was easy to snatch humans up. He still didn't understand why he felt the urge to destroy the monsters that were destroying his monsters but he knew if he didn't one day he would be judged for his actions and he wanted to make sure that he didn't spend eternity with the damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt the creatures presence but he couldn't tell exactly where it was at, he would have to wait till it showed itself, damn...his professors where seriously going to be pissed with him, this was the third day this month he's missed class. Shaking his head he reprimanded himself he couldn't let himself get distracted, he had to stay focused on his objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading around to the back of the large building he deciding this was best place as any to observe so he took a seat on the chilly sidewalk and waited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110834340119157927?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110834340119157927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110834340119157927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110834340119157927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110834340119157927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/sitting-vigil-part-one.html' title='Sitting Vigil, Part One'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110833675654313674</id><published>2005-02-13T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:19:16.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Begins, part three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;Miyuki was so in-tuned to her song that she didn't hear the teacher call out her name for Roll Call. Though she did feel the earphone ripped from her body as the old woman held the small white objects, which were blaring with music, in her hands letting them dangle in-front of her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Ms.Takashi would please explain why you are listening too music during school hours instead of paying attention to your surroundings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry Cornwell-sensei I did not hear you come in, how are you doing this morning, well I should hope?" Smiling sweetly she leaned back against her plastic orange chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am doing very well Ms.Takashi, especially since I now have a beautiful new iPod to add to my collection of confiscated items." Picking up the small white object she headed back towards her desk. "Hey you cant do that! Thats a gift from my host family they'll be pissed if they find out I lost it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well now you should have thought about that before shouldn't of you?" Mrs.Hornwell questioned as she put the prized item into her desk drawer and locked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes darkened as she glared at the teacher, the shadows in the room seemed to move as if they were alive. "But thats not fair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not buts Ms.Takashi, you can have this back at the end of the week and if there is any more interruptions from you I will give detention is that understood!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing in defeat she nodded her head, suddenly very tired. "Yes ma'am." Sitting down in her seat the shadows seemed to settle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good now, Carrie Hoppenjans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110833675654313674?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110833675654313674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110833675654313674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110833675654313674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110833675654313674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-day-begins-part-three.html' title='A New Day Begins, part three.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110833263622417614</id><published>2005-02-13T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:10:36.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Begins, part two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Scottie looked up from her desk when she heard the loud singing coming from the hallway, one of the goth kids must be trying to rebel again. It was actually kind of funny to watch them sometimes, dressed up in all the black fishnet and lace; their faces covered in deep maroons and blacks trying to rebel against something, life maybe, she wasn't quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last she heard there wasn't a goth in her homeroom class. Watching as the bright cheery purple door opened she saw a girl dressed in a uniform style outfit walk in an take her seat in the front row. Hmm...the exchange student what's her face, Mi...Miyuki? Someone should tell her that she needed to get a better taste in music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the warning bell ring, she closed her notebook and shoved it inside her backpack. Econ was first up today and something she wasn't looking forward to, she could really care less about what the hell was going on in with Economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finaly bell rang through the halls of the school as the last of the student piled into the room followed by the teacher, Mrs. Cornwell, or as she liked to refer to the old hag, Hornwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going to be a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110833263622417614?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110833263622417614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110833263622417614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110833263622417614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110833263622417614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-day-begins-part-two.html' title='A New Day Begins, part two.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110826783267411587</id><published>2005-02-12T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:11:36.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day Begins, part one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/4057.gif" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can't see the forest for the trees, You can't smell, Your own shit on your knees!"&lt;/i&gt; Tapping on her fingers on her iPod as she walked down the brightly colored halls of the high school, Miyuki smiled as she made sure to sing the lyrics to her song as loud as she could. Inwardly smiling as she passed the cheerleaders, clad in their green and white uniforms, watching her in confusion as she walked down the hall in her white dockers shirt topped of with a black sweater vest and pink tie. Her white pleated skirt and loose socks making her seem like she was a perky preppy girl rather then a woman with an attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved screwing with the minds of simpletons. Apparently they didn't understand what you see isn't always what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning the corner she headed to room with the bright purple painted door, god what was it with this school and bright crap!? You'd think if they left something a normal color the whole school would blow the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the room she was surprised to see that it was painted white instead of an outrageous color. Taking her seat at the front of the classroom she looked up at the clock and realized she was early for homeroom, wow that had never happened before. Enjoying the moment she leaned back and cranked up her iPods volume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The worms will live in every host, It's hard to pick which one they eat most, The horrible people, the horrible people!"&lt;/i&gt; Drumming her fingers on her desk in tune to the song she ignored the odd stares people were giving her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110826783267411587?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826783267411587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110826783267411587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826783267411587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826783267411587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-day-begins-part-one.html' title='A New Day Begins, part one.'/><author><name>Crest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110826509059626504</id><published>2005-02-12T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:24:50.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, parth nine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;Curtis watched as his new ?friend? walked back towards the school building, stretching his arms he headed down the small hill that lead to the 21st street park and then to the burbs of Franklin. No use in going back to the game, his schools team would probably win anyways. He had learned from a young age that any jock was brainwashed from the fifth grade that winning was, is, and always be the most important objective in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking past the swings he stopped when he saw them move forward as if the wind was blowing them but there was no wind. &lt;i&gt;What the-?&lt;/i&gt; Stopping in his movements he stared at the swings with a raised eyebrow. Taking two steps back he watched as the swings switched their movements. They now swung side to side. "Okay...." Moving forward again the swings followed his movements, "Thats not normal...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a step back he watched as she swings began to swing back and forth furiously. Fear overcoming him, the young boy took off in a run towards his house not stopping till he was safe inside his house. "Okay that was freaky."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110826509059626504?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826509059626504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110826509059626504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826509059626504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826509059626504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-parth-nine.html' title='So it begins, parth nine.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110826391713323293</id><published>2005-02-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:06:04.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part eight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Pushing some of her raven hair behind her pierced ears she looked down at her feet. "Tempting as that sounds, I'll have to take a rain check, no offense but my friends will get ideas if they see us walking back into the gym together and my grandmother doesn't like the idea of me having &lt;i&gt;boyfriends&lt;/i&gt; so...um, see you at school tomorrow?" Nodding to herself she turned and headed around to the back of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow she would get up and pretend non of this insane voices inside her head thing ever happened. She would just go to school be bored and fall asleep in math like normal. Yeah...normal, everything would be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the gym doors open she was greeted by the sound of the schools fans cheering for their team. "Scottie you like okay? I mean what was all that stop business about?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at her friend Christy she shrugged, "Just got a little to emotional about the game, you know since we were losing and all?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, Christy, nodded her head in understanding before grabbing Scottie by the arm and pulling her over to the sidelines. "I totally understand! I almost cried when Jason missed that two pointer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help her, she needed to get some smarter friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110826391713323293?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826391713323293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110826391713323293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826391713323293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826391713323293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-eight.html' title='So it begins, part eight.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110826260636805018</id><published>2005-02-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:05:50.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part seven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt;"C-curtis...my names Curtis. I sit two seats behind you in Science." Scratching his head nerviously he let a small smile slip. "And...about your problem, it's cool, I understand, it's personal and well my offer will always be there, if you...you know want to talk." Letting his arm drop to his side he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its cold so how about, if you want, I could walk you to your home or back to the gym." God he was acting like a blubbering idoit! Shoving his hands into his dark blue jacket he rocked back and forth on the heels of his feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110826260636805018?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826260636805018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110826260636805018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826260636805018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826260636805018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-seven.html' title='So it begins, part seven.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110826227633153346</id><published>2005-02-12T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T18:38:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part six.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/prom23.jpg" align="left"&gt;"So if you were to, say, accidentally fall into a black hole, you would never see the other side. You would continue to fall while your body is slowly stretched and flattened to its limits and then-" Dropping his bright blue chalk, Professor Matthew Jameson, clenched his eyes shut as pain shot through his nerves, causing his head to pound in sync with his heart. &lt;i&gt;Oh God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gripping the chalk board tightly with-in his grasp, he tried to slow his decent as he sank to his knees. &lt;i&gt;Whats going on this hasn't happened since....since...oh damn, not good.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Professor?" A woman questioned from beside a tall, sandy brown haired man. "Everything alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the hands on his shoulders, the middle-aged man tried to gather his thoughts trying to concentrate on the feeling now dulling to an annoying ache in his head. It had been forever since he had an attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone call the nurse!" Some shrill voice screamed from the back of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"N...no I am fine just need my pills, bottom drawer." He felt the arms leave his shoulder and a second later a small tanned hand was shoved into his face two small green tablets placed into his hands. "Thanks." Slowly the pills dry he gave himself a moment before standing, "Everyone take a five minute break, I need to get some air." Watching as his student gave a small hurrah in happiness, he smiled before exiting the room. He was definitely going to miss this class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110826227633153346?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110826227633153346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110826227633153346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826227633153346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110826227633153346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-six.html' title='So it begins, part six.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110825568630258682</id><published>2005-02-12T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T16:50:20.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part five.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;Scottie watched as the man started to walk away, taking a breath she opened her mouth to speak but changed her mind and closed it, what was she suppose to say, &lt;i&gt;Well thanks for your offer, so I was just standing there cheering for Tim when I felt like I was having a panic attack and then all the sudden I &lt;b&gt;swear&lt;/b&gt; I heard the thoughts of all the rooms occupants, and no don’t worry Im not crazy no matter how insane my story sounds. When’s the last time I had a cat scan you ask?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing she stood and jogged to catch up with the boy from her science class, grabbing him by the shoulder she tried to offer him a gentle smile, though she wasn't sure it reached her eyes. It was odd when a complete stranger showed her more compassion then her friends. "Look, it's just...it's a personal problem and I'm not sure it would be something you'd even wanna hear about but...um...thanks for the offer and someday I may take you up on it. so umm....God this sounds awful but I didn't catch your name."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110825568630258682?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110825568630258682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110825568630258682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110825568630258682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110825568630258682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-five.html' title='So it begins, part five.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110825056390485164</id><published>2005-02-12T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:22:43.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part four.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt; "Yeah Science, Astronomy I believe is what we're taking this semester." Leaning back against the green wooden bench, he looked up at the stars trying to think of how to proceed with the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know," He started snaking his arms out behind him and resting them on the top of the bench. "My parents use to tell me that every star is the soul of a person who has passed on. They told me that’s why the stars shine bright, so the deceased can protect their loved ones." Noticing that Scottie was looking at him oddly, he laughed. "Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, just trying to make conversation, I guess." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniffling his running nose, he cautiously put his hand on the black haired girls shoulder, "Look I...I don’t know exactly what happened to you in the gym but I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; know it helps, sometimes, to tell someone about it. I hear its easier to tell a stranger a problem then it is friends, so if you want to...you know...share anything...I'll...I'll be here to listen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a minute, to see if she would open up to him, he sighed, stood, and began the long walk to his house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110825056390485164?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110825056390485164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110825056390485164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110825056390485164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110825056390485164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-four.html' title='So it begins, part four.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110824298574548776</id><published>2005-02-12T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:18:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You okay?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, she jerked her head up to stare at the shaggy red head, that she hadn't even noticed approach her, sitting beside her. God she must be really out of it if she didn't even hear him coming towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calming herself down, she stared into her bench partners pristine blue eyes before looking out across the parking lot. "'m okay. Just got too crowded in there, needed to get some air." &lt;i&gt;And figure out if Im going insane...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing a quick glance up at the boy beside her she scrunched her face up in concentration, he looked familiar. "Um...aren't you in one of my afternoon classes?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+______+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OOG:&lt;/b&gt; Yes my post is lame, so sure me, but I was wondering if anyone was going to be on YIM tonight? Because I really need help my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110824298574548776?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110824298574548776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110824298574548776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110824298574548776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110824298574548776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-three.html' title='So it begins, part three.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110823573452982594</id><published>2005-02-12T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T11:15:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/rgav15.jpg" align="left"&gt; "Scottie!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watched as the group of girls down by the doors hollered after their friend, worry lacing their high pitched squeaky voices. &lt;i&gt;God, I swear preps where put on this Earth to annoy everyone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting till the game had resumed, he quickly ran down the bleachers and headed out of the gym, apparently Scotties friends had better things to do &lt;strike&gt;such as look at the basketball players&lt;/strike&gt; then to go check on their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling his blue jacket tighter around his body as the cold winters air caused goose-pimples to rise on his arms, he stopped for a second trying to think were the girl would have gone to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, "The front." The benches out front seemed to be a real hotspot for anyone going through their angst stage of life. Teenagers, even though he was one of them, were really confusing. He didn't get why they needed to be all depressed, all they had to due was put their mind and energy into something, like computers, instead of trying to get other people to feel sorry for them, and they would be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huh, Auntie's right, I do need a life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking his head, he rid himself of those thoughts, reminding himself that he was out here to try and see if Scottie was okay, not analyze the schools wild life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rounding the corner, he noticed a womanly figure sitting on the bench in front of the schools front parking lot, slowing making his way to the side of the girl, he sat down. "You okay?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110823573452982594?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110823573452982594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110823573452982594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110823573452982594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110823573452982594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-two.html' title='So it begins, part two.'/><author><name>Tsubasa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11951635850689109857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110823236666950829</id><published>2005-02-12T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T10:32:46.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it begins, part one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.ripway.com/2003-8/19658/Blog/7617.gif" align="left" /&gt;Silently watching the jumble of feet run back and forth before her, she drew a deep breath into her lungs and released it slowly, god why was she so depressed? It wasn't like she had never been to a basketball game before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing her deep blue-green eyes in an attempt to stop her tears she sighed and leaned against the gym door for support. The sound of the games buzzer sounding like white noise in her ears causing her to release a small groan of pain. Forget depressed, it felt like she was going to have a full blown panic attack! Rubbing her temples, as the crowded gymnasium erupted into a loud cheer for the skimpily clad cheerleaders, she opened her eyes to glance around the screaming room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Loud! Its all too loud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clasping her hands tightly, almost crushingly, over her ears trying to stop the dizzying feeling that was taking over her senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, the voices, they were screaming so stentorian in her ears that they overpowered the ringing that was echoing in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop, please stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could feel a reassuring hand on her shoulder but didn't pay any attention to the show of comfort, all she wanted was for the voices to -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"STOP!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence deafened her ears as she slowly, almost hesitantly, removed her hands from her ears to hear silence reign over the gym. She could feel the eyes of the rooms occupants bore into her as she fumbled for the green painted doors handle. Finally catching the metal object she pushed the handle and ran from the gym, disregarding the pleas from her friends beggin to know what was wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep, long, breath of the frigid winter air, the teenager slowed her frantic pace down to a small light jog and then finally into a slow walk. "What the hell is going on with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding a bench out infront of the school, by the parking lot, she flopped down. "Am I going nuts?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110823236666950829?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110823236666950829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110823236666950829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110823236666950829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110823236666950829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-it-begins-part-one.html' title='So it begins, part one.'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110818737392772542</id><published>2005-02-11T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:49:33.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RPG Begins on Saturday the 12th!!</title><content type='html'>This is just to let everyone know, that I if you dont have the plot or any other info you need to begin this game, &lt;b&gt;Email me &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It will not be my fault if you do not have all the info you  need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I understand that certain people wont be able to post much next week due to a big Trig. test. Well thats fine dont worry, I understand, so Amber and Marcus if you want me to give temporary control of your characters to someone let me know, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am looking for a better layout for this blog so keep an eye out guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110818737392772542?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110818737392772542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110818737392772542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110818737392772542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110818737392772542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/02/rpg-begins-on-saturday-12th.html' title='RPG Begins on Saturday the 12th!!'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110548086582072674</id><published>2005-01-11T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T14:01:05.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Info</title><content type='html'>Okay just to let you guys know that since this RPG is based off a story that I have been thinking about for awhile there are main characters that will be up for grabs and once their filled I will begin to accept other characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters on the left are the main characters and when they are taking I will post it here and then post the players name on the picture or beside it. The bases is first come first serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be starting the Game just as soon as I get my main characters  so hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110548086582072674?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110548086582072674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110548086582072674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110548086582072674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110548086582072674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/important-info.html' title='Important Info'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10074247.post-110539615706377410</id><published>2005-01-10T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T14:29:17.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RPG Information</title><content type='html'>So I have gotten into the RPG spirit lately with Crest-chan's Mutant-Underground RPG, so I decided to make my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just to let you know that I will be excepting character profiles with-in the next couple of days but first I have somethings that I need to get set-up and I want to make  layout for this page as well, so later dayz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10074247-110539615706377410?l=atlantishigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/feeds/110539615706377410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10074247&amp;postID=110539615706377410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110539615706377410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10074247/posts/default/110539615706377410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atlantishigh.blogspot.com/2005/01/rpg-information.html' title='RPG Information'/><author><name>Shinrai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399961880960674075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
