Mynx

God!

*giggles* I enjoyed this, Nix. It's a beautiful description of a cheeky muse who won't do what it's told. *licks your forehead* I won't add any more critique cos I like what you been doing with it. (Although maybe next time you'll want to try an axe instead of a broomstick? I have one...)

*tacklehugs* Good to see you back Sal! We've missed you around here *licks your forehead and grins*

Superman Returns I've never been a huge fan of Superman. I never liked the comics nor the cartoons because I've always felt that Superman is a bit of a git. The only one of the original movies I saw was the first Superman and while I enjoyed it, I think a lot of it was the brilliant acting of the two characters that Christopher Reeves pulled off - he actually made them two seperate characters whereas other actors have simply played Clark Kent as Superman with glasses. This one however was brilliant. It was a beautiful nod to the old school superhero movies with enough of a modern sense to keep me interested. The acting was top notch (Brandon Routh could be Reeves' brother the two are so alike) the story was engaging, and the effects stunning. It totally revamped the franchise and was just plain enjoyable. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest I'm of split minds about this one. I loved the first Pirates movie and while I didn't hate this one, it was a clear step down in quality. The story was interesting and the characters were all there (some returned that I wish hadn't), but it just seemed to me that they were trying to coast off the fame of the first one without coming up with anything really new. Much the way that the Matrix trilogy was designed (first movie a stand alone, second and third connected), this one ended with no true ending, only tying up the events that had to be and leaving the rest open for the next movie. Hope it's good...

If you're talking about the remake of The Omen, avoid it like the plague!!! The original is all about class but the remake...*shudder* *coughs* Anyway a move I'd like to review: The Last Horror Movie I hired this film the other week with Gryph, Crypt and Phoenix and I have to say it is one of the best movies I have seen of late. The premise is that Max, a charming british photographer has taped over the film we have hired with a film of his own. A documentary, if you will, about killing people. The twist is, he isn't staging the killings, they are real. I'm trying to make an intelligent film about murder, whilst actually doing the murders. – Max While we follow Max and his assistant throughout everything from the normal daily tasks to the less normal, he provides us with an engaging commentary about what he is doing, why he is doing it, and even asks us a range of questions that actually make us think. While it is technically a horror, and thus probably won't be enjoyed by all, I still recommend that you get some friends and a pizza over, hire this movie and watch it. Good times

Grange

Mynx grinned and shrugged good naturedly "Why not? I'll give 30 a shot"

Mynx bowed her head graciously in the Dreamer's direction and stepped away from the booth to look at other items of interest.

Mynx grinned to herself. "Sure why not? I bid 15"

Mynx returned the gaze with feline impassiveness, tail twitching as she mused over the situation. She stood this way for a while before she reached her decision. "75!"

Mynx mused this for a second before nodding to herself and calling over the crowd "20 Geld!"

*pouts* Wanna play...but no time... Sowwee...

*keens softly* *hugs*

Happy Birthday!!!

Wandering aimlessly through the Pen, Mynx stopped as she noticed a crowd forming around Sweet and what looked to be a floating rock. Realising what it must be, the feline changed her course of direction and began to move through the crowd until she was near the front. Smiling when she saw the first auction up for bid, the feline raised her paw at the first call. "Ten Geld!"

Freedom

Intriguing concept An elephant in the fridge Why not a rhino?

Mynx smiled as Apaltra chased Appy off the stage and past her, before she walked down the stage and picked up the falled microphone. "Thats all we have time for in the way of introductions, so now it's time to bid. You know what to do boys so let's see some bidding!" That said, the feline replaced the mic on its stand and walked off the stage. OOC: Please PM myself and Patrick clearly labelling your top three choices and how much you wish to bid on each of them. It is not compulsory to have three choices of course, but it means that if you lose out on your first or second option you still have an option. Any questions can be PMd to one or both of us. I'm going to say about two weeks for bidding but this is subject to change. Have fun boys.

Well that was quick...

CheerMynx squees happily and proceeds to tacklehug all the promotees into feline snuggled oblivion... CONGRATULATIONS!!! Well done to you all

Katelyn drummed her fingers on the table as she mulled over the recent happenings that circled this court case - both in the courtroom and out. Case wise, she was bored stiff. Hearing only from the prosecution so far was dull and repetative, reiterating 'deadly' facts about cigarettes that everyone had known for ages anyway. She still couldn't help but feel that this case was an idiotic waste of time. What was more interesting to Katelyn was the way jury members seemed to be changing as the case went on. If jury members weren't being replaced because of suspicion, then they were coming into the courtroom with a complete change of personality. In such a high profile case as this, Katelyn mused, blackmail and bribary probably wasn't entirely out of the question. What she couldn't figure out, was the person responsible for the acts... Of course she, like others, did have her suspicions... OOC: Vote for NightFae

Happy Birthday!!! Hope you guys have a great day

Grumble

Mynx's voice carried across the carnival as she made her way to the item auction, her words unheard but the tone clearly signifiying annoyance. The fact that (when she came into anyone's view) she appeared to be arguing with no one only made the situation all the more intriguing. Especially as a disembodied voice could be heard in retaliation. "This place is a disgace young lady, do you know that?" A male voice with a crisp british accent seemed to float out of the feline's robe. "How can it be? I emptied it out years ago," the feline muttered in response. The voice sniffed. "That's exactly what I mean, lass. DUST! Everywhere! You haven't bothered to clean this place since you emptied it out!" "Well what stopped you from doing a little spring cleaning?" "That, my dear lady, is far too beneath my skills for me to even consider. Besides...that would require me going out into that ghastly world you inhabit." "Firstly," Mynx growled, "I'm not a lady. Secondly, you've been griping to me for years that you've had nothing to do. And thirdly, you technically inhabit this world as well." The voice sniffed again, clearly unimpressed with the argument. "I was asking you for some real work, young lady. Not for some petty cleaning job that would clearly be a demotion of my skills. I thought you hired me to keep order, to keep inventory, to advise you on what you needed! You never travel anymore," the voice added a reproachful tone to its statement. Mynx sighed. "I never hired you Bob. I found you. And I know I don't travel anymore which is why I'm taking the hole to the auction to see if anyone else has use for it." "My name is not Bob, good lady. It is Robert Percivel Jordan Millerson the Twenty Seventh. And you know you don't need to protect my feelings and lie to me about some false auction. I know when I'm not wanted. It's clear you're just going to throw me over a cliff or something equally horrible and unkind. I remember back when I..." The voice continued to drone on about its personal history, leaving Mynx to only grind her teeth and continue on her way to the item auction. Finally reaching her destination, Mynx sighed and reached into her robe, pulling out a small circle of black cloth, from which the voice echoed out of. Holding it up, Mynx unfolded it a few times until the circle was about 4 feet in diameter, before she folded it back down to a paw sized scrap. "This is a portable hole. Inside it contains a room that measures 25 feet cubed, enough for you to store whatever you might need or come across during your travels. It's compact, easy to carry, and cuts down drastically on travel bulk." "Well I say," the voice interrupted the feline again, "you were actually telling the truth for once! I do say young lady you certainly have changed your stripes..." Mynx sighed and carried on. "It also comes with its own personal...secretary. Bob here is an agoraphobic Bogey who is obsessive compulsive enough that he will keep track and order of absoultely anything you place inside and will also provide his own advice on what he thinks should be included." Ignoring the indignant squawk that came from within the hole upon hearing the character description, Mynx tossed the hole back into the recesses of her robe and stalked off, massaging her temple as she felt a headache stir...

Katelyn sighed restlessly, already bored out of her wits as she watched various jury members bicker with each other. Personally where everyone else had found the video heart wrenching or at the very least difficult to watch, Katelyn had spent the time staring at the walls, the ceiling, the rest of the jury... She did have to admit though that some people in the jury had been acting strange, especially that Millie lady...Katelyn wasn't certain but she was pretty sure that the woman hadn't looked nearly as unhappy before as she did now. Maybe this trial had something to do with it? As cynical as she was, even Katelyn had to admit it was a possibility... OOC: Randomness calls for NightFae