IsabellaNoir21

Arkham Asylum isn't exactly what you expected it to be. You've seen it on TV, whether it be commercials or in the news, but never up close. Something about it put you on edge. There's guard towers stationed everywhere, as well as patrol men. Despite the rumors of Arkham not having enough funds for security, it actually looked like they're doing just fine. Just fine, you repeat to yourself. You're not supposed to be here, but after an entire month of no contact, you couldn't stay away. You take a cautioned step forward and nervously fumble with your car-keys. The two men stationed at the entrance give you a look over but say nothing as you pa

Your not sure which part of you thought this was a good idea, Hell, your pretty sure this may be one of the stupidest things you've gotten yourself into. You were Watching a Horror Movie with a Well known criminal whom's M.O just so happens to be the psychology of fear. So It was to be understood as to why you were beginning to regret your decision. That's not to say that you and the good Doctor weren't on good terms, your not quite sure how you got to the point of befriending him, but in all you seemed to get along oddly well, maybe even too well? Oh Yes, the Doctor was certainly and interesting guy, But at the rate this movie was beginn

DISCLAIMER:I don't own xiaolin showdown or any of the characters, unfortunately... ;-; PLOT: Stuff happens okay... sorry this is so late! It was finally starting to get dark, which meant ___ could at long last go back outside without passing out. The cold fresh air hurt her throat, but she managed to manoeuvre herself very quickly in the night. Eventually, she found Master Fung meditating alone. “Excuse me Master, you wanted to see me?” she asked politely, her voice hoarse. The elder opened his eyes and stood slowly. “Indeed I did.” He answered. “I’m glad to see that you’re safe. I hope you underst

         Due to the fact that last couple of turns had gone rather poorly, Hanabusa's happy, excitable attitude was much more mellow and calm than usual. Honestly, everyone, even the girls, seemed less excited now than they were when the game first started. Without even standing from his cushy seat, Hanabusa waved you up front. “You can go next, I guess. I'm sure you know where the box is by now, just get up there and try to have some fun.” “The game isn't going to get any better if you get all depressed you know. If you're not excited about your own game, why should the players be?” With a quiet, almost disappointed

      “Everything is going much better than I had originally anticipated. It's just amazing how you humans can come together and put aside your difference when it benefits you.” With a low pitched, barely audible laugh, Ryuk grabbed the wicker basket and held it out for you. “Here, why don't you go ahead and pick.” “Thank you very much, I'd love to take a turn.” With a cheerful smile you placed your hand inside and dug out a shiny, bright red, and surprisingly not at all damaged apple. “Is this yours Ryuk?” “No, actually it's mine.” Light stood to his feet and made his way over to

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJpAIOFN5WQ Please listen while you read!) “I have a question for you, Makishima.” Limpid pools of gold flash over in your direction as his book is softly closed in his lap. “Ask away.” The swish of the fan above you brush away loose strands of hair tickling your face. You count each cycle: 1...2...3, much resembling the thoughts swirling in your mind. “What do you think,” you pause a moment, allowing its gravitas of your thoughts press your mind. “it means to be human in this world?” Silence, save for the whirring of the fan’s gears, the soft classic

Arkham Asylum isn't exactly what you expected it to be. You've seen it on TV, whether it be commercials or in the news, but never up close. Something about it put you on edge. There's guard towers stationed everywhere, as well as patrol men. Despite the rumors of Arkham not having enough funds for security, it actually looked like they're doing just fine. Just fine, you repeat to yourself. You're not supposed to be here, but after an entire month of no contact, you couldn't stay away. You take a cautioned step forward and nervously fumble with your car-keys. The two men stationed at the entrance give you a look over but say nothing as you pa