So in between getting and holding a steady job, getting more animals, and other shenanigans, we're good. Peeps have been quiet, but they may pop up here and there.

Between work and school and the troubles of life, we have been... busy.

Yes, I finally have an icon. I am also more homesick than I could have imagined. I miss my world. Has anyone else ever had troubles with this?

Yeah. We're dog-tired. Not to mention the kid has been up to her old issues again. We need to lock her from the front; this isn't a good time for her.

On other fronts, yeah we're alive. Just been busy as all hell.

I need a drink. Any suggestions?

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Arson Chevy (JACKSON)

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Chocolate Stiletto (what? No one said I had to wear said shoe! -- ROLAND)

3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Red Wombat (AUSLIN)

4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Chase Austin (JACKSON)

5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name): Des Ro (ROLAND)

6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Gold Brandy (AUSLIN)

7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): Reggie Jackson (JACKSON)

8. STRIPPER NAME (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy): J'adore Chocolat (ROLAND)

9. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher's last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): Um... I didn't go to grade school. (AUSLIN)

10. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): ... Autumn Daisy. I like daisies, alright?! (JACKSON)

11. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you're wearing right now): Passionfruit Pajamas (ROLAND)

12. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Bagel Spruce (AUSLIN)

13. NEW LJ ID: (One word from your street name, a nickname of a family member): Way_Rickey (JACKSON)

We were going to put this under a cut, but what the hell.

The Sniper
Name: Auslin
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Occupation: Sniper for RED
Orientation: Gay
Marital Status: Going Steady with Roland
Family: Mother (deceased), Father (deceased)
Favorite food: Steak
Favorite drink: Lemon-lime soda
Favorite poison: Brandy
Favorite book: Pet Semetary
Other Observations: Don't touch his hat. Ever. Unless you have permission.

The Spy
Name: Roland
Age: 28
Sex: Yes please. [Male]
Occupation: Spy for BLU
Orientation: North-northeast? [Gay]
Marital Status: Going Steady with Auslin
Family: Mother (deceased), Father (estranged), Brother (hates his guts)
Favorite food: Chicken Marsala
Favorite drink: Sparkling water with lemon
Favorite poison: Arsenic... oh, you mean liquor? Merlot.
Favorite book: The Prince by Machiovelli
Other Observations: He can cook like you can't believe. His brother worked for RED, with Auslin and Jackson.

The Engineer
Name: Jackson
Age: 33
Sex: Male
Occupation: Engineer for RED
Orientation: Very slightly bisexual.
Marital Status: Single
Family: Mother, Father, Two Older Brothers, One Younger Sister
Favorite food: The burnt ends of a beef brisket
Favorite drink: Sweet tea
Favorite poison: Beer
Favorite book: The works of Plato
Other Observations: He's really smart-- he graduated from the University of Sydney with a double major in Engineering and Architecture and a minor in Philosophy.

The next time Roland volunteers to sleep out at the front, I'm gonna have to tell him no. He's a horribly light sleeper, which caused problems.

On a side note, I want to kick his ass. And Auslin's. And maybe Jackson's. And definitely the computer's.

So I use Auslin's. I don't care if it's not mine, he's mine and that's all that really matters.

Oui, I am one of the "new guys", from Team Fortress 2. I am Roland, better known as the BLU Spy. Yes, we spies do it from behind, ha ha ha. Enough with that joke. I don't like it.

I apologize for the curtness of this post, but the body has been up since five-something this morning and, stupid me, I decided not to rest it. So it feels like there is a bullet lodged in the brain.

We will have our bios up soon, I am certain. I include all our names in the tags, just in case.

-- Roland

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CIDNEY~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~!

It's Cid's birthday! The old coot is 36 today, so leave him some love and birthday hugs!

I suppose it is just a trait of mine, or some result of the trauma of my life. I often find myself reliving those years, in my mind. If I did this, if I did that, if I did the other thing. I'm starting to work out the pain I've kept bottled up inside me, all the sorrow and anger and self-hatred.

I find it strange that I am one of the few who can get the body to cry, when I haven't cried in decades.

On a similar note, I've become fascinated by certain genres of music, and certain artists in particular. I am a fan of MCR (no emo jokes, please). Occassionally, you will find me humming something from the CD The Black Parade. I thought I'd share a particularly poignant song from that CD, and its lyrics.

( Cancer )

A download will be forthcoming.

Oi. I'm Archie, more popularly known as "Hellmasker". I don't look a thing like that form in FF7, by the by. I'm one of the Limiters, Vincent's crewe. All you grammar nazis can sod off right now, al'ight?

As yous can see, I'm not upper-plate stuff. Heck, I didn't even grow up on the lower plate. It was all pre-Midgar. I grew up in Notchim, what later became the Sector Six slums. Hasn't changed much from the old days. Got me kicks killin' chocobos, an' later people. Became known as the Hellmasker, for me killin's. Mainly because I ate people an' used their bones for art and skins for gloves an' jackets an' me signature mask. By the by, people taste like pork.

Anyhoo, I was eventually caught, tried, an' convicted. 'Stead of gettin' e'cuted, they used me in a new-fangled experiment. Took me soul-matter from me body an' put it in Vincent. Bloke wasn't happy to have a serial killer in his head, f'sure.

Me, Galian, Chaos, an' Vincent all make for a big happy fam'ly now. By the by, I look more like Nero an' Vincent, what with the black hair and lanky form, only me eyes are blue-grey.

I've recently been introduced to video games, and I really enjoy Team Fortress 2. Anyone here on IJ play it?

[EDIT] The game was working fine this morning. Why won't it connect to servers now?

[EDIT the Second] Whilst I was editing the entry, it connected to a server. By itself. Dear Sweet Gaia.

I suppose I could blame Erik and Vincent for this... having two relatively broody guys riding along at the front really brings the mood down. But I also suppose it could be just me. Or maybe the body's depression.

I don't know.

I just don't feel like I'm good enough. Heck, even canon resources say I suck. It's not true, but some days it's hard to fight it.

Also, I kinda feel like we should be posting more bios/introductions. Or at least explaining us more. We're a huge group, and a few people have expressed interest in writing bios, like the Nereids, Archie, and Godot. Plus there are those who don't want to write bios, but we kinda feel like we should be explaining about, like Dark One.

I don't think it helps that Nyarth dropped by for a visit. Freakin' Lovecraftian deity.

One of our favorite holidays here in the system. We bought Godiva chocolates, and Vincent just finished the last one.

Vincent... chocolate...

...

Excuse me.

Okay, so we play World of Warcraft- some of us more than others. I pride myself on being an excellent Night Elf Druid (Yay Alliance!) whilst D and Aeris like Draenae Priests. We've even done a human warlock for shits and giggles. We've dabbled in the Horde races a bit, but prefer Alliance greatly. Vincent recently decided to start playing WoW. He opted for a Tauren Hunter, named Arturion [Look us up on Shandris server, peeps!]. So he was running around, doing quests, and we finally got to Thunder Bluff. This is the point where our game decided to go cracky on us.

The ground disappeared. This dazed and disturbed Vincent so much that he decided the best course of action would be to suicide off the side of Thunder Bluff and hope that the problem would fix itself. It didn't.

Vincent now has a mild anxiety about returning to the game. He's muttering something about mushrooms and "no floor".

I have a new icon. Of me. Which I like. Stare at it. I command you.

... and of course, suddenly the History Channel says something about a "Captain Reno". This frightens and intrigues me.

Also, I had a dream last night. Imagine that. It involved Sephiroth being dressed like one of the Remnants and freaking out over his place in life. It also involved the mass production of materia. I'm not sure that it has any deep meaning besides "Vincent, you need to get a life."

[Reeve Note: He does have a life, he's just being Vincent.]

We're doing alright. A sore eye is a minor thing to deal with. We got Vincent to talk to the therapist. He really needed it.

Tonight is the last night of the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. We'll be up until 10:30 watching and hoping that our favorite dogs win. We say this a lot, but please talk to us on AIM. We don't bite, I promise!

In... um... "honor" of his death day, Vincent kindly let us take pictures of him using the body.

( Pictures Under Here )

Pictures taken by me, Elena. But since this is all about Vincent, I'm using one of his icons. ^.^

As told by Vincent and transcribed by Elena.

( I'll die for love )

I love my girlfriend. She is a fabulous woman and I don't know how I'd get along without her.

That is all.

Troubling news has reached my ears. Since the source in question has refused to validate their sources, I can only leave it as hearsay. But let me make something perfectly clear: We do not toy with the lives of others.