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ᴄᴏᴘʏᴄᴀᴛ.

01/21/2019 12:29 PM 

DRABBLE: THE DORK KNIGHT.

  • "If I die, I'm going to haunt your ass."


"This is why you don't interfere with mercenary work, hero."

Both of them were imprisoned now, thanks to the hero beside her. Heroes had always irritated her with their holier than thou mentality, some people had suffered more, and some needed to kill to survive.  She refused to go back into a life of prostitution, mercenary work paid the bills and kept her alive.

"Had you minded your own f***ing business then we wouldn't be in this mess, now, watch the real professionals do the dirty work."  Eyes shifting a dark shade of red, she allows herself to take the time to morph into one of the guards, a plan already at the back of her mind.

This was going to be fun.

PRUDENCE

01/21/2019 11:43 PM 

20 Questions:

1. State the name that your parents almost named you: Persephone Aurora Vanderbilt. Thank God they went with Prudence.


2. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most? Prudence get's along the best with her twin sister Katherine.

3. What was your first job? Waitress. She has come so far since then.

4. Longest relationship you've ever been in, and why did it end? 3 years, it ended due to abuse and Prudence accidently killed him.

5. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Black, because it's slimming, flattering and goes with everything.

6. What are some of your nicknames? Prue, P, PrueBear, peewee.

7. Name a favorite of each: food, drink, color. Veggie pizza (toppings: fresh tomatoes, mushrooms and peppers), Gin & Tonic, and Purple.

8. If you married rich and your spouse gave you $100,000 a week, what would you spend it on? Expensive clothes probably, and invest further into her business.

9. Name a favorite of each: book, movie, tv show. Reasons To Stay Alive by Matt Haig, To All The Boys I've Loved Before (currently) The Lion King (all time favourite), and Riverdale.


10. What is the strangest thing you have in your room? (You are not allowed to explain why you own it.) A replica WWE belt.

11. If you were given the opportunity to spend 48 hours with absolutely anyone (living or dead), who would you spend it with and what would you do? Robin Williams, and we'd sit and talk and laugh. My hero died to soon.

12. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? Yes.

13. If you could be reincarnated as any animal, which would you chose and why? Owl, because I love owls.

14. Who was the last person you talked to in person? Katherine.

15. What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? Made dinner for me.

16. What's your favorite part of your personality? My loving nature.

17. What is a weird habit you have, or people have told you have. (Weird, not bad. No nail biting or any of that nonsense.) Clicking tongue when bored, and peeling off chipped nail polish.

18. What is your favorite song as of the moment? A Million Reasons - Pink (The Greatest Showman Reimagined).

19. Who was the last person you texted? WWE's Mark Carrano.

20. What do you like to do in your spare time? Work out, be with nature, take pictures, spend time with friends, shop, go to the spa, spend time with her pets and sleep.

Clairvoyant Protector

01/21/2019 09:58 PM 

The Walking Dead


Something powerful and barely held in check. Something that could either slip completely into that dreaded darkness or burst forth like a blinding beam of light. Something teetering on the brink.

Zombies, the walking dead, the undead…there were many names for these things, but something that everyone seemed to agree on was that they were both scary and impossibly fake. No one could raise the dead like people did in movies and television shows, books and stories. No virus was going to kill the population and then reanimate them as flesh eating monsters who devoured the population and effectively ended the world. It was impossible, just stories from the imagination meant to frighten for a while and then be forgotten. But, sometimes some people had the power to make the impossible possible, even if not in the exaggerated way of the media. Sometimes the dead did return to some semblance of life and sometimes the end of the world was marked in a subtle way that said world could never comprehend. But, sometimes…sometimes that end could be prevented if the right people saw it when no one else could. Sometimes the light could conquer the dark and that power could be redirected. Sometimes.

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New Orleans was one of the places in the world that Lorraine had never been to, had never wanted to go to. The very idea was overwhelming. The festivals, the insane number of people, let alone the history of the place itself. And all of that was before the hurricane that had swept through and devastated and destroyed so many. There was no reason at all that she should want to go to a place where Voodoo – whether traditional and real or in the sense that the public and media thought of it – was so prominent. It wasn’t something she had studied up on much herself and so she had no real experience with it. That left rumors and hearsay and everything that probably wasn’t true about the religion as the only knowledge – if you wanted to call it that – that she had and she didn’t like walking into things blind or prejudiced.

But, she didn’t often get what she wanted in cases such as this, and this was no exception. She had been having sporadic dreams for some time now. Nothing concrete, just vague rumblings of something happening, or maybe something that was to happen in the future. She couldn’t really even say they were premonitions or anything like that. Just that there was someone who was either calling out for help or needed it and didn’t know it. Or would need it and didn’t know it. She wasn’t entirely sure which.

At first she had no idea who or where or even what any of it was about, only that it nagged at the back of her mind when she wasn’t concentrating on something else and popped into her dreams every now and then. Not enough to be overwhelming, but enough to be remembered. Now she still didn’t know who or why, but she knew where and she knew when: now.

Something drew her to Louisiana and this time it wasn’t something that could be ignored. Something big was brewing and for some reason she was supposed to be a part of it. Though what exactly her part was, she had no idea and that made her nervous, slightly skittish even. She hid it well, however, not letting her wariness show as she stepped off the plane in New Orleans.

There was a heaviness to the air that wasn’t really weather related at all. The lingering effects of the hurricane, even seven years after it’s devastation, could still be felt, if not immediately seen everywhere. Yet, something else swirled through that heaviness. A light that almost seemed to pulse in the darkness. A…hope. These people were survivors, some of whom were still trying to pick up the pieces and move on. But, they were grateful that there were pieces to pick up and were determined to fix what they could.

Something else lingered as well. Something different, potentially darker than that which still blanketed the city and the minds of those living there with the memories of the disaster they had experienced. Something powerful and barely held in check. Something that could either slip completely into that dreaded darkness or burst forth like a blinding beam of light. Something teetering on the brink. Something that Lorraine could feel but couldn’t explain or even name if she had wanted to. Something that she needed to find.

Letting her feet guide her, she wasn’t surprised to find an elaborate festival in progress. It was one of the main things the city was known for, after all. There were too many people to count or to even fully take in. All kinds of people from all walks of life, it seemed. Such a diverse group that Lorraine wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it all. So many colors and sounds and smells. An interesting arrangement of jazz music swelled through the crowd as she weaved her way between people, eyes trying to take everything in. Booths of goods and food and just about everything imaginable. Men, women, both…other? Sometimes it was hard to tell and she didn’t linger on trying to figure it out, because this festival and all the people involved weren’t why she was here. Or at least not directly.

She concentrated on not running into anyone and tried to keep herself grounded as much as she could. This many people all together, though celebrating, was overwhelming to all of her senses and she had already decided that she really didn’t like it at all. There was a distinct regret, a brief wish that she hadn’t come because maybe this was too much. Whatever this was. If she couldn’t handle walking through a festival like this, then she certainly wouldn’t be able to handle whatever she was really here for.

That was enough to make her scowl and stand up just a little straighter. She knew how to shield herself and make sure she wasn’t overwhelmed, she didn’t have to let herself get dragged down under an onslaught of high running emotions and hormones and everything that the festival around her contained. She was better than that, stronger than that. While overwhelming at first, she didn’t have to let it remain so. At least not to the same extent.

She blinked in surprise bordering on shock when someone grabbed her hand and began to twirl her to the music. Looking up she saw a woman looking down at her as she spun. She was tall, unblemished dark skin painted with some symbols that Lorraine didn’t immediately recognize, dark hair in beaded dreads and the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. There was a sense of peace emanating from the woman and she found herself reacting immediately with a smile of her own. No words were spoken, but none seemed necessary.

After what seemed like mere seconds, the spinning stopped and the woman let go of her hand, taking some of that peace with her as she held out an offering in the form of a necklace of brightly painted wooden beads. As soon as Lorraine reached out to accept the offering, a thanks lingering on her lips, the woman was gone, disappearing into the crowd as if she had never been there.

Looking around in surprise, Lorraine was a bit disappointed to see that there was no sign of the woman in the crowd around her. She was gone, just like that. It was likely they wouldn’t meet again and that was an almost sad thought before she shrugged to herself and lifted the necklace over her head to rest around her neck where she wore only one other necklace: a small cross on a thin gold chain.

The peace the woman had brought to her seemed to linger lightly as she continued her trek through the crowd, still not really knowing where she was going, but feeling somewhat better about it. For the moment at least. She didn’t think to question who or what the woman had been because that just didn’t seem to matter.

Suddenly the peace was shattered into a million bits as something rolled through the air around them. The ground rumbled beneath their feet and lightning split the sky, though there had previously been no clouds in sight. Something else shifted, something unseen but felt in every fiber of her being. As if life and death had collided and resulted in some monumental event.

Stumbling forward, Lorraine now knew, somehow, that it was a cemetery she was headed for. Though she didn’t consciously know where it was, something guided her way and she followed without question, dread and a creeping terror starting to rise as she ran. A greater rumble beneath her feet – worse than the one previously felt – almost knocked her over, cries heard both externally and internally making her raise her hands to cover her ears, though part of her knew that wasn’t going to stop the sounds, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to regain her balance to continue on.

Power sizzled through the air as she opened her eyes and continued forward. The cemetery itself was like a scene from a horror movie or something, despite obvious reconstruction attempts. Stones tipped, cracked or broken. Earth misplaced and replaced in what was most likely an attempt to recover and restore the many graves uprooted by the hurricane. Some of the mausoleums had survived better than others, standing tall in the approaching darkness as clouds rolled in overhead. Others were crumbling or worn, shambles leading to the fear that cemeteries often invoked in those who visited them, a fear that was enhanced by what was happening inside.

Cursing softly as her ankle twisted, sending pain shooting up her leg after stepping into one of the many holes in the ground that she was no longer watching for, Lorraine paused only briefly. Fear mingled with the need to stop whatever was happening, even if she had no real idea what it was. Those curses froze on her lips as the ground rumbled again and the cries around her intensified. Stumbling back a few steps she was shocked to see the previously undisturbed earth shift and churn as if something from below were trying to escape.

An arm shot out of the dirt, hand reaching for the sky before the rest of the body followed and she stood in stunned silence as the moaning corpse of someone long dead rose before her eyes. It was impossible. Even she, who believed in the odd, the strange, the otherworldly – who had experienced things that others couldn’t even imagine - had this thought at first. Because zombies, of all things, weren’t real. Couldn’t be real.

Her next thought was that she did not want to touch it. She didn’t want to feel whatever it was feeling…if it could feel. She didn’t want anything to do with this horror and her first instinct was to run. To get away from this impossible and terrifying scenario. Or to wake up. If this was a dream, she wanted to wake up now. Though some little part of her said that this was not a dream. This was real and this was why she was here.

So she ran. A limping gait that took her not away from the graveyard and its suddenly living – unliving? – inhabitants, but more toward the middle, where the power she could still feel all around her seemed to originate. And when she found that origin, she was even more stunned than she already had been.

A young girl stood with her arms spread open wide, an inhuman sound coming from her mouth while wide, luminously white eyes stared at nothing, or everything. Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins as she witnessed what she couldn’t possibly be seeing and yet, her feet were carrying her forward before she could think to turn the other way, her hands reaching out for the girl that every rational part of her brain said to stay away from. She hadn’t wanted to touch the walking corpses, what could she possibly gain from doing so with this girl? This power so heavily and painfully felt could destroy her with a touch and yet…she still continued. Because, this was why she was here.

This was what she had come for.

Aiden

01/21/2019 09:51 PM 

Assignment 7

1. State the name that your parents almost named you: if I was a girl Maria and if I was a guy Nico

2. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most? My daughter 

3. What was your first job? A paper boy 

4. Longest relationship you've ever been in, and why did it end? I had been in a relationship for 8 years, this was with my ex and the mother to Alexia

5. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Black 

6. What are some of your nicknames? Babe, honey, coach, daddy 

7. Name a favorite of each: food, drink, color.

Food : Lasagne

Drink: Milkshake

Colour: Blue

8. If you married rich and your spouse gave you $100,000 a week, what would you spend it on? I would spend it on my daughter and giving her everything but also half of the money will go to charity 

9. Name a favorite of each: book, movie, tv show. 

Favourite Book- The Hobbit 

Favourite movie- the Harry Potter series 

Favourite tv show- Greys anatomy 

10. What is the strangest thing you have in your room? A skull 

11. If you were given the opportunity to spend 48 hours with absolutely anyone (living or dead), who would you spend it with and what would you do? I would spend it with my mother. She died when I was 6 and I would love to have some quality time with her.

12. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? My first crush 

13. If you could be reincarnated as any animal, which would you chose and why? I would love to be a killer whale. The reason to be free and be able to swim in the ocean as I love the sea

14. Who was the last person you talked to in person? Luna 

15. What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? Helped me to get over my mother’s death 

16. What's your favorite part of your personality? My caring nature

17. What is a weird habit you have, or people have told you have. Being hyper once I’ve had ice cream

18. What is your favorite song as of the moment? High hopes by Panic at the disco 

19. Who was the last person you texted? My dad asking him how he was

20. What do you like to do in your spare time? I live going to the beach and surfing but also spending time with my daughter 

WWE

09/10/2018 01:05 PM 

Backstage Interview
Current mood:  adventurous


Backstage for an interview is Mike DiBiase holding a microphone as he looks directly at the camera

Mike DiBiase:
"Ladies and gentlemen we are close to Hell in a Cell days away from the pay per view what a night has been, but now let's get to my guest now the knockouts champion Allie, Allie great to have you."
- smiles as he looks at Allie.

Allie walks in sporting a nice white top and short cut shorts black tight the knockouts title hanging on her shoulder.

Allie:
"Hi thanks for having me here."

Mike DiBiase:
"Allie you have a big match against Liv Morgan for the knockouts championship are you ready to defend the title against her?"

Allie:
Takes a deep breath for a moment
"Mike, i held this title proudly that means i am ready for anyone, any of those girls backstage want to step up and challenge me for the title, then they can bring it. I was born ready and defend this title at all cost because i am a fighting champion what i learned from my family."

Mike DiBiase:
"My next question what are your thoughts about Evolution, it's like weeks away."

Allie:
Looks down first then looks at Mike and smiles
"I am so excited about the pay per view where is all women, i think we so deserve it. It's going to be the best night for all women and i am hopping i walk in as the knockouts champion, that's going to be my goal."

Liv Morgan walks in

Liv Morgan:
"We will have to see about that don't we... Maybe i will be the woman that walks in at Evolution with the knockouts championship."
chuckled

Allie turns to look over at Liv 

Allie:
"We will have to see about that don't we."
Allie then turned away and walks off, Liv chuckled confidently as she walks off too.

"Recognition" starts playing across the arena lights flash fast as they turned blue flashing across the arena now good crowd reaction for the queen who comes out first as she looks both ways and was followed by Becky Lynch as they make their way toward the ring.

Christy Hemme:
"The following contest is a knockouts match and is set for one fall introducing first from The Queen City... Charlotte Flair...!"

Michael Cole:
"All hail the queen here comes Charlotte Flair one of the most dominant woman in the knockouts division for Raw Zone this woman has held the Raw women's championship and NXT women's championship she still feels like she wants to hold every title and i believe she can do it."

Josh Mathews:
"The confidence of Charlotte says it all and she could do it, with a finesse that she has and family legacy Charlotte could be the first woman to make history."

Charlotte continued her path toward the ring as she comes closer to the ring now as she turns to the left side of the ring does a handspring getting it done right as she then turns toward the ring as she then does her split entrance getting it done right as she then jumps to her feet as she poses in the center of the ring Becky from ringside stares at Charlotte.

"Sky's the Limit" plays across the arena lights flash purple and blue flashing across the arena now good reaction to the boss herself Sasha Banks who poses on the ramp as she now starts walking toward the ring now continued her path down the aisle as she comes closer toward the ring now as she looks both ways followed by Bayley.

Christy Hemme:
"Making her way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts... Sasha Banks...!"

Michael Cole:
"Boss time, here comes Sasha Banks another former Raw Women's champions who is looking to get back in the title picture."

David Otunga:
"Sasha has said that she is the boss of the knockouts division tonight she can prove that to the fans."

Sasha followed by Bayley as they head toward the ring, Sasha looks both ways makes a left toward the side of the ring as she slides to the side leans forward holding onto the second rope as she then steps through the second bottom half of the second rope as she stepped in the ring and then gloats posing in the center of the ring now.

From friends, allies to enemies in the ring Charlotte and Sasha stare at one another.




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