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Razor

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  1. I think a comic book would be an awesome idea. I also think that illistrating some of the magnificant stories here on Hazzardnet would also be an awesome idea. Speaking from an artists point of view, which i am the Dukes characters an characters owned by other authors are very challenging but not impossible to draw. Ive done a few rough "comic" style sketchs of some of the original DOH cast. Came out very interesting. ~Raz
  2. Razor

    Ghost Whisperer

    Hey ya'll, I was just wondering if Im the only one who watche this fantastically...creepy tv show? This show is on every Friday night at 8:00 eastern time, the station and channel largely depend on where ya live of course. For those of us who dont have cable to enjoy this show is very interesting an exciting to watch. ~Razor
  3. Name: Jag (Jag an only Jag) Age: 28 Born June 2nd, 1977 Height: 6' 2" Weight: 240LBS Eyes: Deep Grey Eyes Hair: Black, short with a faint curl. Attire: Usually wears a deep brown leather pilots jacket, dark blue jeans, motorcycle boots, an often has a black motorcycle helmet with him. Birth place unknown, often drives primar grey GTO Judge. A 8 mile long record that keeps him duckin from the law 'when' there lookin for him. (Curtisy of Author Dee)
  4. Still panting and regaining his own strength after the adrenaline rush he had endured in trying to save Ethan from the goon. Razor watched Ethan right himself again, although he had been able to save Ethan from getting shot, his new friend had sustained a blow to the head an now suffered the aftermath. “You sure your alright Ethan?†Wincing at the pain in his leg Razor raised to his feet and took and limping step towards the stairs and paused at the bottom step. He perked his sensitive feline ears and listened closely, seeking to find out what was going on up there. What had possessed this goon to come rushing down the stairs so suddenly, had it been Brian’s sudden appearance? Had Brian escaped? What was going on? Curiosity getting the best of him, Razor continued forward, going up the steps, one foot at a time his leg aching him. But the fear for his friends lives would not compare to the ache of physical pain in his wounded leg. Half way up the stairs, just before he would come into the view of anyone sitting up there, he glanced over his shoulder at the people still caged in down bellow. (Cue anyone, but someone PLEASE post!!)
  5. Theres a chat going on, on AOL Instant Messenger right now (Dec 23, 04), every ones is welcome.
  6. Flamming arrows?! Hey now I just want the reindeer not the arrows! *looks at MA* Your a reindeer? Since when!? No offense but your far too small to play a reindeer, even a doe. Now Brian or tempest on the other hand there the perfect size to play a buck reindeer. *licks jaws*
  7. *pricks ears in interest* Did someone speek of killing a deer? I happen to know a proffessional. *breaths on my claws and shines them*
  8. "Cooters!! Hell no. Im staying right here. An who are you calling a wet dog... im a feline." Razor paused and shook one huge paw at Brian. "Say it with me now. Feeeee....line!" Razor laid back on the seat, resting his entiring weight and body mass on the back seat. "No thanks I'll just stay right here. Its raining and cold out." He rested his head on the seat, making it clear that he had no intent of getting up. (Cue Brian)
  9. "Impressive! But not the best way to awake someone from a cat-nap." Razor sat up in teh back seat and streached with a huge yawn. He then moved forward and rested his front paws on the center council next to Brian. Razor then rested his chin on his paws, his eyes looking sleepy and dreamy like. "Where are we going?" Razor asked thoughtfully. (Cue Brian)
  10. Feeling extremely safe and entirely out of harms way, Razor slept deeply on the back seat of Brian's car. He was sleeping so deeply in fact that he never heard the black clad Coltrane return and shut the car door. Razor simply continued to sleep lazily, his obnoscious snore sounding like a half purr half growling sound that echoed from deep inside his chest. (Cue Brian or anyone.)
  11. Very comfortable and dry in the concealment of the black Chevy, Razor quickly dozed off into a deep cat nap. He rolled over on to his back and streached out on the back seat as much as he could, his snow white belly and paws unmistakable against the dark colored interior. His huge paws hung off the side of the seat lazily, feeling safe and completely out of the cold rain he rested waiting for Brian to return so that he could greet him.
  12. A pair of unusual white pupils peered out from under a park bench on the edge of town square. The park bench offered very little shelter to the 800 pound blue, white and black striped Maltese tiger who crouched there trying to cat nap. Razor perked his ears up an raised his head from resting his chin on his snow white paws when the black Chevy came into the square. His huge headed thudded against the underside of the bench and he gritted his teeth wincing, but his happiness to see the black Chevy didn’t fade. He watched as Brian went into the café’ an left his car... alone.... and unlocked. Razor laughed and crawled out from under the bench and headed for the car. Diablo...nice and warm and dry inside. Razor crossed the street an approached the drivers side of the black Chevy, it was so kind of Brian to leave the car unlocked. Boldly the big tiger pressed the door handle up with his nose and it unlatched, with the tips of his sharp claws he pulled the door open. Pausing only a moment to shake the water from his long fur her climbed up into the drivers seat and turned around pulling the door shut behind him. With the door shut an the entire car interior concealed against the weather, Razor crawled between the front seats and laid down in the back seat. It wasn’t a huge back seat but it was dry, warm and rather comfy! (Cue Brian....Hey you got a comfy seat Brian. )
  13. Yikes! Better look out for the cob webs around here when ya go snooping around like that. Some of these boards don't get used for months on end then someone will get out the vacum and suck up the dust an start something up. Best look out for the spiders too.....
  14. AOL Instant Messenger is free, easy to use and very easy to download. Simply go to www.aolinstantmessenger.com and follow the directions. No one has any exscuse not to have AIM. Most people have Yahoo instant messenger but not AIM. Well Yahoo is actually harder to use and a bigger hassel then AIM, so is MSN and Windows messenger! See ya'll at the chat. Sorry Daney but I'd like to stick to AIM.
  15. Dear All, As you all know Halloween is just around the corner, annually celebrated by most on the 31st of October. Halloween has always been one of my most favorite Holidays of all, an theres many reasons for that. I believe that Halloween is a day of reflection of history, its also a time to allow our imaginations to run wild. We all enjoy a good scare at one time or another, drinking hot cider on a chilly evening with a full moon hanging over head shining brightly. Its been said that it’s the one eve that the spirits of the dead get to return to earth, well I don’t know how much of that I believe, but lets just say I do believe it’s a good time to remember the dead and there history. Alright I have bored you enough. I’d like to invite all the people of Hazzardnet, Characters.... Authors...etc. To a Halloween Chat at the old train station on the edge of town, or in any case on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger.) It will be held on Friday October 29th at 8:00 pm Eastern time. All are welcome, creativity and costumes are not discouraged. Come and celebrate an evening of fun... laughter and any sort of way that you view this holiday. Happy Halloween ~ Riddick/Razor
  16. (*First Person Point Of View. Thanks MA.) I often wonder what it would be like to look into my own eyes, the way that my gaze settled on the female Coltrane in uniform must have been something interesting. It had to be interesting enough to be looking into the eyes of an 800LB Blue Tiger, let alone one that has white eyes. MaryAnne Coltrane, one of the few people who I highly respect an trust had just made one hell of a good point. What did I have to lose after all? I’d cheated life every step of the way, hurting, killing, punishing and being punished. Sure I’d learned along the way, I’d learned how to cover up my ass, but now.... there is nothing in my life left to lose. What had I done to ever truly help anyone? I asked myself, still gazing into the female deputies eyes. There was no question, my former friends had basically left me to die... sure as hell no honor among thieves. Hmmph... I thought. What the hell did they know about honor. We had all done our fair share in blowing the plan and now there was nothing but a condemning fate ahead of us. There fate would be jail.... they’d pay for what they had done and not be as lucky as I had once been. An my fate would be death.... so what the hell why not swallow my pride an do something to help someone else. My eyes wandered to the people bound shoulder to shoulder in the jail cell, not a one of them deserving of any of this. What had they ever done to us to make us believe that we had to do this! Why the hell did we have to be so blind and foolish! That was it, my mind was defiantly made up, if I’m going to die during this thing, then Im gonna die doing the right thing for once in my life. My eyes return to the deputy, an I nod my big head. “I’m on your side MA....†Feeling a pinch of shame I replied to her, my voice low an near a whisper. “Om’ nothing more then a beat up...lazy ass fur rug... but I’ll do anything that I am physically capable... to help ya’ll.†I paused glancing around me, I knew that not a soul in that room trusted me, weather what I head to say was the truth or not. “Its plain to see that I’m slowly bleeding to death.... if we don’t get outta here soon, theres not going to be anything left of any of use. Let alone me.†(Cue MaryAnne, or anyone.)
  17. Name: Razor (Formly known as Riddick) Age: (Human Years) About 8 years old. Eyes: Surgical procedure that modifies the eyeballs enabling one to see in the dark, but only in completely unintelligible flashes of colour, while simultaneously destroying one's daytime vision. Eyes appear white with a blue out around the white pupil. Hair/Fur: White, Blue, black stripes. About 3 inches long. Height: 4 1/2 ft to shoulder. Weight: 808 LBS Length: Appoximately 14ft long from tip of nose to tip of tail. Razor is a Blue Maltese tiger.
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