Mynx

Mynx hits all three with a flying tacklehug, crashing with the new promotees in a ball of kitty fur, paws, arms, legs and a few feathers. "CONGRATULATIONS!" Happy happy happy

I really liked this, Ep. Wish there were more teachers like you at my Uni... (when are you coming back?) Nicely written my friend. You are quite good at this game...

Mynx skidded by weighted under a huge tray of drinks. "I'd love to - " she began, just as a cry of "Waitress!" cried out at the same time that a loud crash and cry from Thomas echoed throughout the room. "- but I think I'm needed elsewhere" Mynx finished with a rueful shrug, her owls hooting agreement as the feline waitress continued about her work.

Name: Tabatha Johnston Age: 10 Gender: Female Race: Caucasian Admitted: March 2001 Killed all 5 members of her family with a large hunting knife owned by her father when she was 6 years old. Was found in the living room of her house, cradling the blade as she rocked and hummed to herself, the remains of her parents and 3 older brothers surrounding her. She has not spoken a word since she was found and whenever given paper to write, draws images of a dark shadow over a small child which appears to be herself. Assessment of the State: Appears to have a Conduct Disorder but is hard to tell as she refuses to write or speak. She will only draw and the image of the shadow over the child suggests that perhaps something in her dreams drives to her kill. Does not appear violent to other patients and whenever amongst others only stands in corner and watches them solemly. Despite this supposed innocence, the patient should be watched carefully at all times.

Nice. There were a couple of lines I might have another look at for flow... But aside from that I really enjoyed the story you told. It is one I know well, not necessarily from my life, but nevertheless it is one I know all too well. I especially liked the change at the end. Qudos, my friend *grins and hugs you*

"Waiiiiiiittttreeeeessssssss!" Mynx winced as she heard Wyvern's cry pierce her sensitive ears. "Can I get a glittery crown that fits a head with horns, a large peacock feather, a tall glass of melted chocolate and a soothing massage? And make it snappy!" He wants what?! her mind wondered in confusion, before the final command to 'make it snappy' brought her to her senses. You want snappy? I'll give you snappy... Mynx thought to herself, before putting on her widest smile for the Almost Dragon. "Why, of course Mighty Judge Wyvmettic! I'll be right back with your order!" Well, Wyvern thought smugly as he watched Mynx disappear and return almost immediately with a large trolley, It's nice to get some respect around here! "Here you are sir!" Mynx giggled. "Just as you ordered!" Before he could react, Wyvern felt a crown that felt about 2 sizes two small jammed on his head, blinding him as it stuck in place. "Crown," Mynx stated. "Feather," A large, dusty feather was placed in one scaly claw, the movement causing dust to blow up his nose and make it itch horribly. "Oh, I'm SO sorry, Mighty Judge Wyvmettic! The only peacock feather I could find was way up in the Pen attic! Here, maybe the melted chocolate will help. A tall glass, just like you ordered." Feeling the glass pressed into his other claw, and scenting the chocolate, Wyvern forgot about his prediciment and raised the glass to his snout - only to have it stop there. "Oh!" Mynx mock wailed, " I'm so sorry! You said a tall glass and I assumed you wanted a narrow one too. Silly silly Mynx!" "Nevermind," Wyvern muttered from beneath the crown. "How about that massage?" "Right away sir!" Mynx immediately began to work at the Almost Dragon's shoulders, bringing a small sigh of relief from the scaley lips. "Oh! I forgot! You wanted it snappy!" Before he could protest, Wyvern felt talons digging into his shoulders as Mynx's owls each took a shoulder and began 'massaging' with their claws, occasionally snapping at the Almost Dragon when he twitched in pain. "Hope you're happy with your order, oh Mighty Judge Wyvmettic!" Mynx giggled. "I have to go help some of the other attendants now, but I'll be back in a while for my owls. Byyyyyyye!" With that, Mynx bounced off, leaving the remaining two judges (and more than a few Slam Poets and members of the audience) snickering at Wyvern's prediciment.

Heh - throw that into the test tomorrow

Mynx smiled tiredly with relief as Fountain (albeit begrudgingly) volunteered himself as an addition to the wait staff. "That would be brilliant!" she enthused, handing him an apron and a cloth. "To start, would you mind clearing table 13? I haven't had the chance to get there yet and I still have 15 drinks to serve..." Nodding and forcing a smile, Fountain began weaving his way through the crowds while Mynx went in the opposite direction delivering drinks. She took advantage of the brief respite Reverie's announcement gave her from the attentions of the audience to down a 6 shot coffee herself and fix her hair. Grinning widely as the caffeine coursed through her bloodstream and took effect, Mynx set off once more about her work, eyes and ears searching through the visual and audio noise for the various orders, requests, and crashes that were making up the feline's evening.

And THIS is why I don't want kids! As a fan of all things creepy and macabre, Sweet, I must say I really enjoyed both of these stories. Reminds me of a dream I had once... Enough creepy creepy psychotic-ness to keep me grinning through my last class of the day Thank you!

A Legal Studies moment... 'Obiter Dictum is a statement of the law that is not necessarily relevant to the issue.' Becomes 'Proclamation de Obiter always he not with report/ratio U.S.ABLE the law of the question.' Where did the US come in?

Yeah! I thought everyone loved it when girls rassled!*grins and hits Ayshela with a flying tacklehug*

I'll take it if no one else will! It would help me get through exams...

Movie quote from the film 'Grosse Pointe Blank': "I'm not a psychopath. Psychopaths kill for no reason, I kill for money. It's a job." Translation (Asian languages included): "They are not psychopathe. Due to the relation of transformation of the mines that you do not destroy psychopathes due to present modernity, you that you destroy. It is work." Hmm...

I couldn't resist... Evil bladed kitty of doom Became Kitten with favorable the false paginations of the destiny Hehehehehe...

Mynx walks into the room with a large black box labelled 'Saturday'. Placing it on the ground, she leaves the room, to return with a rather large sledge hammer. With a snarl of anger, Mynx destroys the Saturday, smashing it to dust before placing a piece of paper next to it that reads: Due to lack of interest, Saturday has been cancelled. OOC: Stay on Friday - it's better that way... OOCOOC: Canya tell I've had a crappy day?

Finally succeeding in catching Mynx's eye for another cup of coffee, Cryptomancer grinned at his friend as she brought the tray over. Mynx managed a tired smile at the Runemage - she was beginning to get rather tired and frazzled what with having her workload doubled with the 'job' of cleaning up after Thomas. Placing the drink on the table, Mynx straightened up and looked at her friend who appeared to be staring avidly in her direction. "Will one be enough or will you..." Mynx paused and looked at Cryptomancer, before clearing her throat. "Crypt?" "Yeah?" "Stop staring at my owls. My eyes are here."

I lost a friend very dear to me once by not being the friend I should have. This poem reminds me of her. To me it's almost as if maybe that's what she thought about me when I wasn't there to help her like I should have. I have always believed that the best poems are the ones that can fully drag you in and remind you of life and experiences, if not portray vividly the emotion and situation to you. For me, this poem did both. Thank you

I really really like this. One of my fav lines, although I can't explain why exactly. Very powerful imagry throughout this piece. I loved the story it told me. Nicely done. *grins*

Mynx comes in and begins to massage Epinephrine's shoulders, murmering "wuuuuu sah!" to him as she grinned and passed him a sledgehammer. I liked it, Ep. Using emotion to write is always good.

Mynx paused in her work to watch the Pennites as one by one they got up to perform. As she listened to Drummondo with a soft smile on her face, a small part of her couldn't help but wish her poetics were better so she could have entered the contest. Although she had to admit, her owls were having fun. Hearing a now familier crash come from Thomas' direction, Mynx continued back to her work, laughing at the expression on Wyvern's face as she flicked her ponytail and wandered by. When she got to the table that had hosted Thomas' latest accident, she couldn't help but laugh. As liquid both hot and cold dribbled over and off the table, Cryptomancer ignored it soaking through his clothes as he desperately tried to salvage his poems from the liquid mess. Guilding Thomas a few feet away so as not to cause trouble in his apoligetic panic, Mynx waved her paw over the table, removing as much of the liquid as she could with a simple spell. Cryptomancer grinned thankfully at her, collecting the last of his now slightly damp but not ruined works. "Thanks," he smiled at his friend. "By the way, nice hoo-" "Owls." Mynx glared at her friend as he attempted to feign innocence. "That's what I meant!" "Mm hmm," Mynx folded her arms, tapping her paw on the floor as the Runemage continued to grin. (un?)fortunately, before anything further could be said, Thomas proceeded to drop a tray of new glasses, causing Mynx to sigh and return once mroe to her job.

That stirred something in me that I am having trouble naming. But I do know that I like it very much. A very nicely done piece with wonderful imagry. ...Would say more here but getting very sleepy... Still - loved it.

I'd say cyborg. It's absurd to think a robot has asthma, and there was definitely living attributes to him once you get a closer look...

Mynx smiled softly as she listened to the music, its tune bringing to memory the music she had once enjoyed in her past. Shaking herself out of it before her memories returned to a topic she was trying to avoid, Mynx smiled as charmingly as she could at Thomas. "That's very beautiful," she purred, not realising the severety of her actions. With a noise that sounded like a strangled goat coming from the instrument as his concentration was drawn away from the melody sharply enough to ruin the tune, Thomas jerked his head up at Mynx's voice with a surprised "Huh?" Seeing Mynx grin at him with her sharp carnivore's teeth, he temporarily forgot that she appeared friendly as panic overtook. With a startled yelp of terror, Thomas tried to back away, succeeding only in tripping over the stool he was on and sending several of the glasses on a nearby table crashing to the floor. Sighing softly, Mynx bent down and helped the fallen Minstrel up, before returning to her job of cleaning up the mess, the owls on her shoulders hooting indignantly as they were awoken.

Tom stood next to Mynx and regarded the rambling Wyvern, head tilted as if a skewed view might add clarification to the situation. Finally, he murmered to Mynx, "Are all of the people here like this?" "Mmm?" Mynx responded, watching Wyvern to make sure he didn't get violent in his attempt to regain his ring. "Like Wyvern? Oh no, only Wyvern is like Wyvern. The rest of us...have our own quirks..." As if confirming this, Appy ran by with the ring clutched in her hands chanting to herself: "Minemineshinymineshinyshinyminemine..." Tom shook his head and sat down. "Crazy," was all he would say on the matter, causing Mynx to laugh at him as the situation continued to play around the felines.

Seeing that her friend looked nervous, Mynx walked up behind Zariah and placed a friendly paw on her shoulder. "Don't worry," she smiled. "I'm sure you'll do fine. And I'll try my best to keep Thomas out of trouble, or at least clean up after his messes." As if on cue, a loud crash of shattering glasses echoed throughout the room. With a rueful grin as the pair of owls on her shoulders hooted, Mynx picked up a tray and cloth and went along to do her job, raising her tail slightly in hope that Thomas wouldn't stand on it again.