Post by xdarkestxsoulx on Feb 11, 2007 19:31:55 GMT -5
Why you would like to be an admin: I don't like people who break the rules, have a very low tolerance level for it. Plus, with just one admin, it's pretty hard to keep track of all the members and what they post in the threads.
How you will uphold your duties: I'm online pretty often so I can easily get on and off to check on people.
How active do you think you can be: Very, I'm on at least once every day, maybe more. It depends on my schedule.
A sample of your literacy: Rachel stared down at the frog lying on her table top, trying to hold back the bile threatening to rise in her throat. *Why of all classes did I have to be in Biology!? I hate dissections...* She was telepathically sending messages to her teacher that they should stop while her stomach was still in tact and while no blood had been spilled, that they should call it quits at eh moment; of course, it didn't work. They were already making the first incision on the animal and Rachel had no other choice but to follow along. Picking up her little knife, she gulped as she looked at the pale, exposed belly of the amphibian, imagining what it would look like after she'd cut it open to reveal it's guts. *No, stop it you! Not the time to wimp out, gotta get this through with.* She looked desperately at the clock but there was still half an hour of class left, no escape this time. Groaning inwardly, Rachel closed her eyes and jabbed the knife downwards, feeling a moments resistance as the skin refused the sharp object, but eventually, it slid in and a gush of blood met the tips of her fingers. She shrieked and dropped the silver utensil, nearly falling out of her chair as she flailed her hand in the air as though it were tainted. "Rachel, what's wrong?" the teacher asked from the front desk. But the girl was no where to be seen as Rachel had sprinted out the door only seconds ago, still wailing like a banshee and still waving her bloody hand. Only her empty, knocked over stool rattling on the tiled floor proclaimed her absence. As well as the half cut opened frog, lying on its back, staring up at the ceiling balefully; they'd have to throw the corpse out afterwards. By then, Rachel might have finally come out of the nurse's office.
Are you familiar with making skins?: I'm still not too good, but I'm working on improving. My friend is rather good with it so I'm 'taking lessons' if you will, from her.
Anything else: none
How you will uphold your duties: I'm online pretty often so I can easily get on and off to check on people.
How active do you think you can be: Very, I'm on at least once every day, maybe more. It depends on my schedule.
A sample of your literacy: Rachel stared down at the frog lying on her table top, trying to hold back the bile threatening to rise in her throat. *Why of all classes did I have to be in Biology!? I hate dissections...* She was telepathically sending messages to her teacher that they should stop while her stomach was still in tact and while no blood had been spilled, that they should call it quits at eh moment; of course, it didn't work. They were already making the first incision on the animal and Rachel had no other choice but to follow along. Picking up her little knife, she gulped as she looked at the pale, exposed belly of the amphibian, imagining what it would look like after she'd cut it open to reveal it's guts. *No, stop it you! Not the time to wimp out, gotta get this through with.* She looked desperately at the clock but there was still half an hour of class left, no escape this time. Groaning inwardly, Rachel closed her eyes and jabbed the knife downwards, feeling a moments resistance as the skin refused the sharp object, but eventually, it slid in and a gush of blood met the tips of her fingers. She shrieked and dropped the silver utensil, nearly falling out of her chair as she flailed her hand in the air as though it were tainted. "Rachel, what's wrong?" the teacher asked from the front desk. But the girl was no where to be seen as Rachel had sprinted out the door only seconds ago, still wailing like a banshee and still waving her bloody hand. Only her empty, knocked over stool rattling on the tiled floor proclaimed her absence. As well as the half cut opened frog, lying on its back, staring up at the ceiling balefully; they'd have to throw the corpse out afterwards. By then, Rachel might have finally come out of the nurse's office.
Are you familiar with making skins?: I'm still not too good, but I'm working on improving. My friend is rather good with it so I'm 'taking lessons' if you will, from her.
Anything else: none
