Post by Violet Ripley on Mar 29, 2014 23:05:40 GMT -5
{Violet takes a sip of her Shirley Temple while observing the group of people she's somehow found herself amongst. They're all dressed in dark leather, with safety pins, patches and holes. When she'd found the flyer for this club she'd thought they were a bunch of fun loving crazy people like her but it seemed that she's managed to accumulate a little following}
Emo guy 1: OMG!! You are like the cutest thing I have seen.
Violet: What the fuck?
{The guy has a bright purple Mohawk. He saunters over, obviously drunk and obviously the biggest poser she'd ever seen, even if she didn't know much about the whole emo/Goth thing}
Emo Guy 1: You are like a living breathing Anime chick.
Violet: What the hell does that mean?
Emo Guy 1: You mean you don't watch Anime?
Violet: Pfft. No. should I? What the hell is Anime?
{The guy looks at her with shocked wide eyes and Violet is able to take a closer look at his face in the limited light}
Is he seriously wearing eyeliner?
Emo Guy 1: You really need to do some digging darling
{He walks away and Violet take a deep breath hoping that it's just an isolated incident before another guy with silver studs in his cheeks is standing beside her with wide blue eyes}
Emo Guy 2: I must be really freakin High cuz I swear you look just like her....
Violet: WHO!?
Emo Guy 2: You know, only your bobbies aren't as big as hers.
What in the blue hell, I'm a double D for crisssakes! Not big enough pfft!
{Violet picks up her drink and walks to another vacant lounger but it's not long before it's now a girl sitting next to her and she's instantly creeped out by how much like Lacy Valentine she looks}
Emo Girl: You know you could easily pass for...
Violet: Enough!
{She suddenly tosses her drink in the girl's face in a manic burst of anger and gets up, grabbing her purse and stomping out of the club to the lobby where she instantly starts to dial the number of the cab company she's been using all night. She starts tweeting up a storm, even turning down a ride from her new boss at PCW. He was cute but she wanted Drake.}
{She was delighted that Drake had been tweeting her back, especially when she'd taken a selfie with her tongue ring stating that she was bored. Another fairly new addition to the otherwise dull and boring appearance that Mack and often donned}
{She can hardly contain her little squeal. Maybe he wanted to get together but she was soo tired.. She sees her cab starting into the curb when suddenly a bright Orange and silver Lamborghini swerves in the space in front of it, blocking it from pulling in. She starts walking out of the entrance and is staring at whoever this prick is for his tenacity. Who the hell did he think he was. She wanted to catch her cab and she sure as hell wasn't going to walk through all that mud to do it, not in these 4 inch heels. Frustrated she starts gesturing towards the vehicle when it starts honking at her}
Violet: You're going to honk at me you Motherfucker? Really?
{Angry she's once again using her phone as an outlet before she really gets mad and ends up taking out one this guys headlights with her said 4 inch heel}
{She waits only a second before finally deciding that she's going to do exactly that, use her heel as a weapon when her phone beeps with a reply to her recent tweet. Who would be responding?}
{She stops, her jaw drops open in shock and then looks up at the car as the driver's door opens and from inside, her dark prince rises and looks directly at her with that devil may care smile and his dark handsome looks and she realizes that she's probably going to end up a puddle on the pavement already wet from melting snow. She barely thinks as she erases the next tweet and simply replies with...}
{She finally finds use of her legs and walks the short distance to the car where Drake walks around the other side to meet her. He gives her his trademark dashing smile before taking her hand and lightly brushing his lips against her knuckles.}
Sauvé. Very Sauvé. And well played.
Drake: Your chariot awaits princess...
{Without a word she gets into the passenger seat and he follows suit by climbing in next to her and restarting the engine. The machine growls to life and the feel of all that power in such a machine almost makes her giddy. She wasn't a car person. In fact she didn't a thing about cars but all she knew was that she was impressed by sheer power and Drake knew a thing about possessing and harnessing raw power. They pull out onto the street, passing by the cab where he gives Drake the finger to which He simply steps on the gas and gives a snort of a laugh as they zip by him without a second thought. Violet is still too shell shocked to even ask where they're going but she doesn't really care. She's with Drake and as far as she was concerned if he wanted her, she was his}
Drake: I bet your hungry.
{Violet simply nods, still looking at him with her wide brown eyes as if she were in the presence of true royalty}
Drake: Good. I know an excellent place not far from here.
{They come to a very quaint and expensive Italian bistro that has a closing time of 3am. Drake tries to uphold a conversation but Violet is still flabbergasted and unable to fully accept that she'd just gotten a ride from the one and only Drake Hunter. Sure she'd laid on top of him and kissed him but it was different when she was in his direct line of sight and he was actually looking at her. She determined in her own mind that she must look something akin to a deer caught in the headlights of a mack truck.}
Say something Vi. Something good and not dumb. You keep up this fangirl regime and you're going to lose all credibility!
Violet: So...
Nice Vi. What a great way to come off as intelligent.
Drake: I know it must be a bit of a shock to have me just show up in full living Colour. don't worry, I'm used to that kind of adoration.
{She nods while taking a bit of her pasta, slowly letting it pass her ruby coloured lips and when she looks up she catches Drake licking his own lips watching her eat it.}
Violet: But I'm the only one lucky enough to have gotten a personal pick up from The Punk himself. By the way...
{She takes another slow and methodical bite, she can see the effect it has on him as she does so and smirks only slightly}
Violet: How did you know where I was? I don't think I mentioned the name of the club in any of my tweets
{Drake smiles, first taking a long swig of his drink before answering her. He seemed to enjoy making people wait and Violet knew why. Everything he said had a purpose and was absolute perfect. If you rushed perfection then you were libel to ruin the experience}
Drake: I have my own sources. You don't have to worry about that.
Violet: Do I have myself a stalker now?
{She gives him her coyest smile and she can tell by his sharp intake of breath that every little thing she did seemed to really entice him further. She loved that she had that effect on him.}
Drake: Would only be returning the favour babe.
Touché
{When the meal is officially ended, it's late and Drake offers to drive her to her hotel. Parking the car he actually walks her inside. The elevator ride is silent although their looks to one another in the silent showdown said volumes. Both were playing this game completely and whole heartedly but neither was going to back down or give up. Once on the floor, she walks to her door and turns around. He's so close that she can feel his breath on her cheek. He leans in, taking a deep inhalation of breath and closing his eyes}
Drake: That scent has had me intoxicated for days. You have no idea the effect it has on me.
{She tilts her head to one side and once again gives him that coy smile that seems to really drive him wild. He takes a deep breath once again, seemingly trying to control himself}
Violet: Then it's working. I didn't want you to forget me Drake.
Drake: That would be impossible to do. You are very Unforgettable my pretty little flower.
Whoa. This was getting intense. If I keep this up I may just get him to kiss me and then... maybe he'll come in.
{She leans in more, her lips mere centimetres from his. His hand reaches up and twirls a strand of her hair in his fingers and Violet can't control the sigh that leaves her lips. He laughs softly before suddenly vacating the space with a lot of distance. He gives her a satisfied smile at her apparent unwinding at his hands and smirks}
Drake: I'll be in touch.
{He turns on his heel and walks away. It takes a few second for Violet's body to regain some of it's feeling and she's able to use her card properly in the door lock. Once she's inside she slumps against the door, melting into a heap but she grins, a large almost what one would describe as an insane smile lighting her whole face right up into her eyes. She stays like this for at least a half hour before managing to undress and slip beneath the cotton sheets and drift into a soundless dreamless sleep.}
{A black screen suddenly cuts into a full vibrant colour screen where the red head that's making waves in LAW is seen. She gives the camera a quick wave}
"Oh dear... seems we have a big problem..."
{She frowns, tilting her head to one side while twirling a strand of her dark red locks}
"First off if I wanted to hear my own words I would just watch my own promo but instead I had to watch that snooze-fest of a promo where all I heard was 'blah blah I'm a moron *giggle* I gave some strange guy my addy and now I wonder if he'll come out of my closet with razor blades for fingers and skin me alive so he can wear my skin like a fur coat.' Colossal genius there. Your naivety is not endearing Sparky Brewster in fact it almost makes me want to tazer you and sell you to gypsies just so I don't have to dig my brains out with an ice cream scooper to avoid another moment of your catty lifeless banter with your dull lifeless friends that have the charisma of a wet paper bag."
{She rolls her eyes, still twirling her own hair. She taps a long black finger nail against her lip, its not know if it's intentional that she's tapping the middle one or simply a coincidence}
"But alas I had to watch as you then proceeded to tell me once again that I'm lying about my sanity... I have to wonder if its becoming a bit of an obsession with you, like your trying to convert me to something. Sorry... not interested in the Rainbow Brite cult for girls with no personalities... and why pray tell does it bother you so bad about whether or not I am lying? Does it affect you in your daily life at all? Naw I don't think it does. You're just trying to show off to the fans by being some hero... here's the thing about heroes babe.... they always end up dying."
{She lets go of her hair and bends over a bit to pick up something and holds up the Marquee championship and strokes its metal front. She gives the face plate a big kiss, leaving a ruby lip print behind}
"You can count your lucky stars... pray to your holy god... heck you can worship your damn dog for all the fucks I give... none of that is going to help you in this rematch Skye. I find it truly amusing that you tell me I am a liar when you so vehemently lied to your precious little Sparkles by saying you let me win in our original three some... oh wait... sorry... I might have just induced a girly wet dream for you there, since you’re a butch Lesbian and all. I mean come on... That kinda explains why you look like some dude in drag.. Pfft! Absolutely hilarious."
{She smirks while shaking her head}
"In fact, that was the only truly entertaining part of that whole debauchery of a thing you presented that only mocked quality entertainment. I had to stop and 'shake my sillies out'. Sparky let me give you some advice, I am Goliath and you are David only this story is going to end the realistic way, the way it should in the real world not like it did in that story book... it will end with Goliath stomping the shit out of David and then I will use your bones for my bread.... I mean that's what giants do right? I wasn't telling people before I was the marquee champion to make myself feel better or to hide any insecurities... I said it cuz its the absolute truth. I pinned Ambry first and you fucking know it you little leech and if I gotta bash what little brains left in your pathetic soft skull AGAIN with this title... to further prove my point.... then I have no issues what so ever in acquiescenting your request. I'm going to do what I have done every week since that first match I lost and that's run through this roster and prove that you are all just Barbie Dogs."
{She gives a dark smile. Her eyes going dark and soul-less}
"Let's just get one thing perfectly crystal clear I AM the Marquee Champion. No matter how many times Lucas make a match with us I will once again kick that fat ass of yours from here all the way out to the parking lot. I will use whatever force, whatever moves, I will even claw your face off if I have too. This belt is mine. It will always be mine and there isn't a damn thing you're going to be able to do about that. Even if by some miracle you happen to get another ounce of talent to add to the one you already have you still won't be able to get me down to take this from me. It's just that simple. I don't care if you stand in front of a camera and whine about how things were stolen from you or how you are the rightful champion or if you are the 11th once removed cousin of the queen of fucking England. It's all irrelevant because none of that is going to change the fact that you are a nobody from a place no one gives a shit about who has interests that no one cares about. In the end my dear... your love of soccer... oh sorry excuse me 'football' will matter about as much as the last time I took a dump. Just like you going shopping or talking to your robot friends doesn't matter to me. Now you can say that my exploits don't mean anything to you either and really... I don't care if you like what I do in my spare time. I'm not asking you too....but in all honesty you really should take some notes because your life is well... well it's kinda sad and boring. But hey... who am I to judge. If you wanna spend your life with a bunch of zombie robots who waste time obsessing over a bunch of ugly guys kicking a ball well... I can't MAKE you change your mind now can I. But I know what I can do and that... is keep this title. Exactly what I'm going to do in Louisville."
{Her mood suddenly changes and she gives the camera a huge smile with her very white teeth}
"But it shouldn't be that big of a surprise for you... I mean you are used to losing by now aren't you?"
{She starts laughing as she shakes her head. She reaches forward, hitting a button and the screen goes black, ending the promo abruptly}
Emo guy 1: OMG!! You are like the cutest thing I have seen.
Violet: What the fuck?
{The guy has a bright purple Mohawk. He saunters over, obviously drunk and obviously the biggest poser she'd ever seen, even if she didn't know much about the whole emo/Goth thing}
Emo Guy 1: You are like a living breathing Anime chick.
Violet: What the hell does that mean?
Emo Guy 1: You mean you don't watch Anime?
Violet: Pfft. No. should I? What the hell is Anime?
{The guy looks at her with shocked wide eyes and Violet is able to take a closer look at his face in the limited light}
Is he seriously wearing eyeliner?
Emo Guy 1: You really need to do some digging darling
{He walks away and Violet take a deep breath hoping that it's just an isolated incident before another guy with silver studs in his cheeks is standing beside her with wide blue eyes}
Emo Guy 2: I must be really freakin High cuz I swear you look just like her....
Violet: WHO!?
Emo Guy 2: You know, only your bobbies aren't as big as hers.
What in the blue hell, I'm a double D for crisssakes! Not big enough pfft!
{Violet picks up her drink and walks to another vacant lounger but it's not long before it's now a girl sitting next to her and she's instantly creeped out by how much like Lacy Valentine she looks}
Emo Girl: You know you could easily pass for...
Violet: Enough!
{She suddenly tosses her drink in the girl's face in a manic burst of anger and gets up, grabbing her purse and stomping out of the club to the lobby where she instantly starts to dial the number of the cab company she's been using all night. She starts tweeting up a storm, even turning down a ride from her new boss at PCW. He was cute but she wanted Drake.}
{She was delighted that Drake had been tweeting her back, especially when she'd taken a selfie with her tongue ring stating that she was bored. Another fairly new addition to the otherwise dull and boring appearance that Mack and often donned}
{She can hardly contain her little squeal. Maybe he wanted to get together but she was soo tired.. She sees her cab starting into the curb when suddenly a bright Orange and silver Lamborghini swerves in the space in front of it, blocking it from pulling in. She starts walking out of the entrance and is staring at whoever this prick is for his tenacity. Who the hell did he think he was. She wanted to catch her cab and she sure as hell wasn't going to walk through all that mud to do it, not in these 4 inch heels. Frustrated she starts gesturing towards the vehicle when it starts honking at her}
Violet: You're going to honk at me you Motherfucker? Really?
{Angry she's once again using her phone as an outlet before she really gets mad and ends up taking out one this guys headlights with her said 4 inch heel}
{She waits only a second before finally deciding that she's going to do exactly that, use her heel as a weapon when her phone beeps with a reply to her recent tweet. Who would be responding?}
{She stops, her jaw drops open in shock and then looks up at the car as the driver's door opens and from inside, her dark prince rises and looks directly at her with that devil may care smile and his dark handsome looks and she realizes that she's probably going to end up a puddle on the pavement already wet from melting snow. She barely thinks as she erases the next tweet and simply replies with...}
{She finally finds use of her legs and walks the short distance to the car where Drake walks around the other side to meet her. He gives her his trademark dashing smile before taking her hand and lightly brushing his lips against her knuckles.}
Sauvé. Very Sauvé. And well played.
Drake: Your chariot awaits princess...
{Without a word she gets into the passenger seat and he follows suit by climbing in next to her and restarting the engine. The machine growls to life and the feel of all that power in such a machine almost makes her giddy. She wasn't a car person. In fact she didn't a thing about cars but all she knew was that she was impressed by sheer power and Drake knew a thing about possessing and harnessing raw power. They pull out onto the street, passing by the cab where he gives Drake the finger to which He simply steps on the gas and gives a snort of a laugh as they zip by him without a second thought. Violet is still too shell shocked to even ask where they're going but she doesn't really care. She's with Drake and as far as she was concerned if he wanted her, she was his}
Drake: I bet your hungry.
{Violet simply nods, still looking at him with her wide brown eyes as if she were in the presence of true royalty}
Drake: Good. I know an excellent place not far from here.
{They come to a very quaint and expensive Italian bistro that has a closing time of 3am. Drake tries to uphold a conversation but Violet is still flabbergasted and unable to fully accept that she'd just gotten a ride from the one and only Drake Hunter. Sure she'd laid on top of him and kissed him but it was different when she was in his direct line of sight and he was actually looking at her. She determined in her own mind that she must look something akin to a deer caught in the headlights of a mack truck.}
Say something Vi. Something good and not dumb. You keep up this fangirl regime and you're going to lose all credibility!
Violet: So...
Nice Vi. What a great way to come off as intelligent.
Drake: I know it must be a bit of a shock to have me just show up in full living Colour. don't worry, I'm used to that kind of adoration.
{She nods while taking a bit of her pasta, slowly letting it pass her ruby coloured lips and when she looks up she catches Drake licking his own lips watching her eat it.}
Violet: But I'm the only one lucky enough to have gotten a personal pick up from The Punk himself. By the way...
{She takes another slow and methodical bite, she can see the effect it has on him as she does so and smirks only slightly}
Violet: How did you know where I was? I don't think I mentioned the name of the club in any of my tweets
{Drake smiles, first taking a long swig of his drink before answering her. He seemed to enjoy making people wait and Violet knew why. Everything he said had a purpose and was absolute perfect. If you rushed perfection then you were libel to ruin the experience}
Drake: I have my own sources. You don't have to worry about that.
Violet: Do I have myself a stalker now?
{She gives him her coyest smile and she can tell by his sharp intake of breath that every little thing she did seemed to really entice him further. She loved that she had that effect on him.}
Drake: Would only be returning the favour babe.
Touché
{When the meal is officially ended, it's late and Drake offers to drive her to her hotel. Parking the car he actually walks her inside. The elevator ride is silent although their looks to one another in the silent showdown said volumes. Both were playing this game completely and whole heartedly but neither was going to back down or give up. Once on the floor, she walks to her door and turns around. He's so close that she can feel his breath on her cheek. He leans in, taking a deep inhalation of breath and closing his eyes}
Drake: That scent has had me intoxicated for days. You have no idea the effect it has on me.
{She tilts her head to one side and once again gives him that coy smile that seems to really drive him wild. He takes a deep breath once again, seemingly trying to control himself}
Violet: Then it's working. I didn't want you to forget me Drake.
Drake: That would be impossible to do. You are very Unforgettable my pretty little flower.
Whoa. This was getting intense. If I keep this up I may just get him to kiss me and then... maybe he'll come in.
{She leans in more, her lips mere centimetres from his. His hand reaches up and twirls a strand of her hair in his fingers and Violet can't control the sigh that leaves her lips. He laughs softly before suddenly vacating the space with a lot of distance. He gives her a satisfied smile at her apparent unwinding at his hands and smirks}
Drake: I'll be in touch.
{He turns on his heel and walks away. It takes a few second for Violet's body to regain some of it's feeling and she's able to use her card properly in the door lock. Once she's inside she slumps against the door, melting into a heap but she grins, a large almost what one would describe as an insane smile lighting her whole face right up into her eyes. She stays like this for at least a half hour before managing to undress and slip beneath the cotton sheets and drift into a soundless dreamless sleep.}
~*^*~
{A black screen suddenly cuts into a full vibrant colour screen where the red head that's making waves in LAW is seen. She gives the camera a quick wave}
"Oh dear... seems we have a big problem..."
{She frowns, tilting her head to one side while twirling a strand of her dark red locks}
"First off if I wanted to hear my own words I would just watch my own promo but instead I had to watch that snooze-fest of a promo where all I heard was 'blah blah I'm a moron *giggle* I gave some strange guy my addy and now I wonder if he'll come out of my closet with razor blades for fingers and skin me alive so he can wear my skin like a fur coat.' Colossal genius there. Your naivety is not endearing Sparky Brewster in fact it almost makes me want to tazer you and sell you to gypsies just so I don't have to dig my brains out with an ice cream scooper to avoid another moment of your catty lifeless banter with your dull lifeless friends that have the charisma of a wet paper bag."
{She rolls her eyes, still twirling her own hair. She taps a long black finger nail against her lip, its not know if it's intentional that she's tapping the middle one or simply a coincidence}
"But alas I had to watch as you then proceeded to tell me once again that I'm lying about my sanity... I have to wonder if its becoming a bit of an obsession with you, like your trying to convert me to something. Sorry... not interested in the Rainbow Brite cult for girls with no personalities... and why pray tell does it bother you so bad about whether or not I am lying? Does it affect you in your daily life at all? Naw I don't think it does. You're just trying to show off to the fans by being some hero... here's the thing about heroes babe.... they always end up dying."
{She lets go of her hair and bends over a bit to pick up something and holds up the Marquee championship and strokes its metal front. She gives the face plate a big kiss, leaving a ruby lip print behind}
"You can count your lucky stars... pray to your holy god... heck you can worship your damn dog for all the fucks I give... none of that is going to help you in this rematch Skye. I find it truly amusing that you tell me I am a liar when you so vehemently lied to your precious little Sparkles by saying you let me win in our original three some... oh wait... sorry... I might have just induced a girly wet dream for you there, since you’re a butch Lesbian and all. I mean come on... That kinda explains why you look like some dude in drag.. Pfft! Absolutely hilarious."
{She smirks while shaking her head}
"In fact, that was the only truly entertaining part of that whole debauchery of a thing you presented that only mocked quality entertainment. I had to stop and 'shake my sillies out'. Sparky let me give you some advice, I am Goliath and you are David only this story is going to end the realistic way, the way it should in the real world not like it did in that story book... it will end with Goliath stomping the shit out of David and then I will use your bones for my bread.... I mean that's what giants do right? I wasn't telling people before I was the marquee champion to make myself feel better or to hide any insecurities... I said it cuz its the absolute truth. I pinned Ambry first and you fucking know it you little leech and if I gotta bash what little brains left in your pathetic soft skull AGAIN with this title... to further prove my point.... then I have no issues what so ever in acquiescenting your request. I'm going to do what I have done every week since that first match I lost and that's run through this roster and prove that you are all just Barbie Dogs."
{She gives a dark smile. Her eyes going dark and soul-less}
"Let's just get one thing perfectly crystal clear I AM the Marquee Champion. No matter how many times Lucas make a match with us I will once again kick that fat ass of yours from here all the way out to the parking lot. I will use whatever force, whatever moves, I will even claw your face off if I have too. This belt is mine. It will always be mine and there isn't a damn thing you're going to be able to do about that. Even if by some miracle you happen to get another ounce of talent to add to the one you already have you still won't be able to get me down to take this from me. It's just that simple. I don't care if you stand in front of a camera and whine about how things were stolen from you or how you are the rightful champion or if you are the 11th once removed cousin of the queen of fucking England. It's all irrelevant because none of that is going to change the fact that you are a nobody from a place no one gives a shit about who has interests that no one cares about. In the end my dear... your love of soccer... oh sorry excuse me 'football' will matter about as much as the last time I took a dump. Just like you going shopping or talking to your robot friends doesn't matter to me. Now you can say that my exploits don't mean anything to you either and really... I don't care if you like what I do in my spare time. I'm not asking you too....but in all honesty you really should take some notes because your life is well... well it's kinda sad and boring. But hey... who am I to judge. If you wanna spend your life with a bunch of zombie robots who waste time obsessing over a bunch of ugly guys kicking a ball well... I can't MAKE you change your mind now can I. But I know what I can do and that... is keep this title. Exactly what I'm going to do in Louisville."
{Her mood suddenly changes and she gives the camera a huge smile with her very white teeth}
"But it shouldn't be that big of a surprise for you... I mean you are used to losing by now aren't you?"
{She starts laughing as she shakes her head. She reaches forward, hitting a button and the screen goes black, ending the promo abruptly}