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Born Amy Jade Winehouse on September 14th, 1983 in the London neighborhood of Southgate, Amy impacted the music industry unlike any other during the dawn of the 21st century. She disliked the music she heard on the radio; it angered her. Her debut album, Frank, took off when she was just shy of twenty years old, with the help of hip-hop producer, Salaam Remi. It sold millions of copies but limited Amy's popularity in the United Kingdom and parts of Europe. It was a level of fame she was more than okay with handling. It wouldn't be until the album that followed Frank that her life would change forever.So she began writing her own. Lady Gaga, Adele, Sia, and many other female vocalists credit Amy for their success. When Back To Black was issued to the United States in 2007 a year ahead of its UK release, it reached #1 in dozens of countries around the world. Its top single, "Rehab", was played everywhere. It was like nothing else at the time, it was a fusion of R&B, soul, and jazz that had never been heard. A homage to Motown and 1960s girl groups with a modern touch. It was then the music industry began to seek young female talents similar to Amy.This reiteration I am writing is set around 2007. Hardcore drugs had not entered her lifestyle yet, and neither did her infamous old flame, Blake Fielder-Civil, who married her and took part in her downfall but used his wife's riches to feed his drug addictions and bringing her down with him by acquainting her with heroin and crack cocaine. The superstar's life put immense pressure on Amy, and her control freak of a husband added more. He cut her off from her friends and family, none of them attended the wedding, just Blake's friends.In real life, she did pass away on July 23rd, 2011 at the young age of twenty-seven. Contrary to popular belief, she had been sober of crack and heroin for three years. But it was her alcoholism and malnutrition caused by her eating disorders that led to her accidental death from alcohol poisoning. Unfortunately, a reckless soul like Amy could not go without being looked after for a mere two days. She was in the midst of recording her third album, which was never finished and a few of the tracks appeared on the posthumous record, Lioness: Hidden Treasures. Amy was not just a music icon, but a fashion icon as well. Her immaculate tattoos, overly-exaggerated eyeliner, cat-eye, wild beehive wigs, occasionally androgynous fashion sense, and outspoken attitude would leave their mark. Her music was purely about her personal experiences with life and relationships, told in whole truths, which didn't sit well with some for a singer to hang out their dirty laundry. Talents like Adele did better commercially because they were not honest and real like Amy was.So far, writing stories about what her life could been had it made a more positive turn is an interesting experience. Sometimes I forget she left the world over a decade ago and would have been forty years old in the year 2023. 

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The Fells Church Mystery 1x1 with Shining Light Lionheart /1606290 26 May 1867The journal of Jonathan Gilbert I met an extraordinary young man today. He's a hunter of the evil supernatural things in this world. He had the most unusual tattoos. He also told me he was part of a group called The Brotherhood of the Five. Five extraordinary individuals have been given unique abilities to eradicate the darkness of this world. If one dies at the hand of one of those creatures, then that creature is driven to madness.Perhaps my own little contributions to the world haven't been for naught after all. I long for a world safe for mankind. This young man is proof that hope will never die.Jonathan Gilbert, esquirepresent dayJeremy Gilbert was often on the road on a hunt. Very seldom did he actually take phone calls let alone stop what he was doing and head back to Mystic Falls. Usually he'd come if his sister Elena needed him or Alaric called. This phone call from Alex St John made him stop in his tracks.He was down near the North Carolina border when Alex found him. She told him that a missing journal from his great great great grandfather Jonathan Gilbert had surfaced that was dated from 1867 three years after he was believed killed by Stefan Salvatore. Normally he wouldn't bother with something like this but she told him there was more to the story he had to see in person. So Jeremy relented and returned to Mystic Falls.Passing through all the security checks annoyed him slightly. He was a member of the Five after all. His identity or his status as a threat to The Armory was never in question in his opinion. The only thing that worried him was what could have possibly been in Jonathan's missing journal.It was Jonathan who crafted the Gilbert Ring so the idea of him living after Stefan killed him wasn't really so far-fetched. Jeremy himself had lived after being killed by supernatural beings so that wasn't too much of a surprise. He finally reached Alex’ office. He knocked on the door while opening it. “So what's the big secret you called me for off the field?”Alex moved her slender digits to an older looking book. It resembled other journals that he'd seen from his 3x Great Grandpa. “You're going to want to sit down for this.” Jeremy took the book and began to read. He recognized Jonathan's handwriting from the other journals. His eyes started to widen. “So he knew about The Brotherhood of the Five. He was smart after all.” Not everyone could see the tattoos that covered the bodies of The Five. Jeremy had a complete tattoo set because he'd killed Kol Mikaelson which also eliminated his entire sireline. “Turn the page.” She told him, waiting for his reaction. What Jeremy saw made him shake his head. “These sketches look like me now. That's not possible. I never met him.” But there were pictures that looked exactly like him in a journal that was written over 150 years ago. Jeremy looked at Alex like she was crazy. “What aren't you telling me?”She leaned forward and stood to her feet. “Follow me.” She knew what she was leading Jeremy to, but this still had them all baffled. With Jeremy being a key figure in this mystery, she hoped he had answers.Alex led him to the medical wing of the Armory. She entered in a code that opened the door. As soon as Jeremy walked inside the door, the lights came on in the room. On the medical bed was a man hooked up to machines that monitored his vital signs. He was perfectly alive but he was unmoving. Jeremy did a double take when he realized that the man on the table was JONATHAN GILBERT. “What the hell is this Alex?”She exhaled. “I had a team doing some work excavating a section of Fells Church cemetery that was closed to the public. He was inside a crypt that was unmarked. Our medics determined he's been in some sort of magical coma, but we have no idea why or how. Since he apparently had some interaction with you according to this journal, you were called in to help.”Jeremy stood there trying to understand the gravity of the situation. He knew he couldn't handle this alone. He was going to need help. Right now he wished he'd listened more when his parents had rambled on and on about Jonathan Gilbert. Elena knew more than he did. He was going to have to call his sister in to help. He dialed his sister's number. When she answered, he didn't give her much time to talk. “Elena, listen, it's me. I'm back in town. I need to talk to you.” He pocketed the journal. He would dare Alex to stop him from taking it by glaring at her. “I'll come to you.” He waited for her to tell him where she was. “I'll be there in five minutes.”With that, Jeremy turned off his phone. “Don't you let anything happen to him alright?” He ordered Alex before leaving the room and going to find his sister. This was absolutely insane and it needed to be fixed as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Jeremy had no idea what to do next.    None of us are gonna make it out of this town alive. credit: james kriet

     Rules Of Sea Goddess Syrena      Hello and welcome to Sea Goddess Syrena’s Rules Please read and Follow    Rule #1: First and Foremost I will roleplay Sea Goddess Syrena who is my oc the way I would like to. She’s a mermaid/ human   Rule #2: My character is a mermaid/ human she’s the Goddess of the Sea Rule#3: If Syrena likes your character she likes your character and wants to get to know your character   Rule#4: Roleplay: I only roleplay as a mermaid/ human nothing more so don’t make me change it   Rule#5: Friends: I will only add friends who are Pirate and mermaid/ mermen accounts human men are okay but keep respectful    Rule#6: No Drama meaning no playing with my character’s heart or feelings, because she likes your character. If your character is taken I will not roleplay with you sorry. I like to roleplay with Single men.   Rule#7: Ideas: We can come up with different ideas for our roleplay. Brainstorming is the key.   Rule#8: Most importantly just because my account is mature doesn’t mean sex. Get to know my character before you want to okay and not get her pregnant either. I will block you if you only think of knocking her up  you have other women to do that.    Rule#9: Syrena is single and looking for love. A man not a girl she’s not into women she’s into men. She would like to have a boyfriend in her life.   Rule#10: If Syrena likes your character and wants to be with him, then we can discuss how they get together. But listen if your character is already taken or interested in someone else I will block you sorry.   Rule#12: Let's have fun and keep your drama out of the door.   More to come    ~ Syrena Goddess Of The Sea   

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This is where Colt goes when he needs to get away from the world for awhile. This place is on a piece of landthat is privately owned by a neighbor and close friend of his parents back in Austin, Texas and when Colt is really having a hard time and needs to get away for awhile and think this is where he goes. Not many people know of this place besides his neighbor a his family because if they did they'd have a hard time keeping tourists and such off the landwhich makes it a great place for Colt to go and be alone. He has permission to be on the land and often rides his horse there. He found it one day while out horseback riding after a fight with his then wife and he found it to be just the right place for him to stop and sit and think for awhile. It was a place where no one would bother him before he was ready to return tothe world.Whenever Colt goes home to visit his parents now he always makes sure to saddle up one of his horses and takes a ride out to his favorite spot. It's still a safe spot for him. When he disappears for long periods of time and doesn't come back right away everyone knows not to bother him because they know he went to that safe spot and he did so because he needs some peace and quiet and that safe spot of his always provides him that. It also provides him a place to think things over when he's having a hard time. Sometimes when work is rough on him and he's having a hard time making a decision he'll take a day or so of personal leave and go back to Texas to that safe spot to sit and think things through so he can make sure he's making the best decisions. He'll never stop thinking of that place as his safe place.

He Protects MeIt can be a little difficult not to develop feelings for those big men who put their lives on the line to keep you safe. A friendship, or something deeper will come out of it. Amy's chief bodyguard was fired because of his inability to watch her like he should have. She needed someone who at least checked up on her hourly. The client could barely look after herself, whether at home or not. By now, she was so adapted to being looked after, that combined with her recklessness was a deadly mix.The Personal AssistantA PA was not exactly something Amy has had throughout her career. Her best friend from secondary school, Tyler James, filled that role without any desire for profit. Previously, only one literal personal assistant worked with Winehouse, but her heavy drug use and drinking at the time drove him off. But now, maybe it's time for another chance during a period where Amy is regaining control over her life. Though unprofessional, romance can spark organically.

What if…? Now there was a question that could drive you crazy. What if things were different? What if things had happened differently? What if you went left and not right? What if you said no instead of yes? It didn’t make sense to wonder such things. And, yet, from time to time, the question stirred in the recesses of her mind. What if? She blamed this nagging question on the humans’ influence on her. She had never questions such things when she was younger, when she had no concept of regret, particularly regret for one’s choice in life decisions. But there it was, lurking like a predator in the shadows of her mind, waiting to pounce on her in a moment of weakness. For someone who was raised to be the hunter, being the prey was disconcerting, which only made that nagging question stronger and more determined than ever to sink its fangs into her mind. And so she ran. She ran from the confusion, from the doubts, from the questions, and from the pain.New Orleans. The city was vibrant and foreign to her. The combination of French and Spanish influence was impossible to overlook. It was a city that, in some ways, felt frozen in time with hundreds of year old architecture and multiple cultures leaving their fingerprints across the years. But there were also plenty of modernism; shining skyscrapers, abstract art sculptures, and so on. Cobblestone gleamed from the dampness of an early spring shower. The smell of horses and the river breeze stood prominently out against the stink of human lifestyle and pollution from passing cars. Standing in front of a parking garage decorated with massive mural depicting a pod of whales--the Aquarium of the Americas was just a stone's through away--Nox checked one more time that her parking ticket was in her trifold wallet. While she didn't worry about the sky high crime rate of the city, she was a little more worried about her rental car. Slinging her crossbody purse over her shoulder, the She-Wolf walked away from the family of whales and headed into the heart of the city. Tonight, her ultimate destination was Tchoupitoulas Street for the Krewe of Orpheus parade.She needed this, she needed a break. More importantly, it was the promise of a fresh start, away from those place and people she knew. Living out of a duffle bag, Nox arrived in time for Mardi Gras (because there's naturally no better time to visit NOLA). Her day had been spent at the French Quarter; beignets at Café du Munde was mandatory, shopping at the French Market, a walk around Jackson Square, and dinner a Muriel's (expensive as all Hell, but so so so worth it). Dusk was rapidly approaching when she finished eating. Stepping out into the French Quarter, the city came to life in quite a different way. Crowds had accumulated as the revelry picked up in earnest. Yoked in beads, dressed in brightly colored costumes, spectators were just as much a part of the show as the parades themselves. Especially the heavily inebriated ones.She moved through the crowds of people, sometimes finding getting a pair of shiny plastic beads dropped over her head by random revelers, to find a good spot for viewing the parade. Music of a marching band played the obligator 'Mardi Gras Mambo', their drum beats and brass instruments filled the air, so thick it was virtually tangible. The flashing lights of police units announced the beginning of Orpheus, followed by the first set of flambeaux torch bearers. Beyond them, the vibrant floats with the royal court dressed in flamboyant feathery and rhinestone-adorned outfits. The scent of sweat, perfume, sex, alcohol, and food reached her delicate olfactory senses. They danced and sway, mixed and mingled, sweaty bodies brushing past one another. Carnival has become little more than code for debauchery before the Lent season, where good little Christians could act all pious after their massive orgy in the streets the night before.Nox wove her way through the crowds as they moved and swayed to the universe rhythm of the music. The pounding drums resonated through her bones as the relentless melody filled her ears. At first, Nox resisted the music’s call. She appreciated music, but dancing seemed so odd to her, it seemed little more than a courtship, or mating without the actual act. ‘But why not join them?’ A voice argued in the back of her mind. ‘You may not be one of them, but at least enjoy what they are enjoying. Try it, see if you like it.’ Moving to the edge of the crowd, Nox peeled off the denim jacket she had worn over a tank top, tying it around her waist. Shaking out her white locks, Nox slowly began pressing her way back into the crowds. Following the flow if the music, she closed her eyes and allowed it to sweep her up in the beats. Swaying awkwardly at first, Nox began to mimic the movements of those around her. People bumped up against her, their skin sliding against her skin, their sweat intermingling. Closeness did not bother Nox, but these sensations were unique. And, most of all, she was beginning to enjoy it.

I really want to finish this as a storyline, but I've honestly forgotten where I wanted to go with it.  Probably all the more reason it would be better as a storyline, then I would have someone to bounce ideas off of.  Oh well.  C'est la vie."Come on, Emma."Emma looked up from her phone to regard Christian with a frosty glare. Her brother leaned forward, pressing his hands on the shiny surface of her desk. Offering his sister a charming smile, Christian waggled his eyebrows. Dirty pool. Her brother was one play away from resorting to puppy dog eyes. Setting the phone down, Emma rubbed her temples. But no amount of massaging would spirit her brother away, nor banish the devious plan he clearly had already set into motion. Christian's grin widened, he knew that he had won."Where exactly is this place, Christian?"Emma Frost was again on her phone. This time searching every digital map known to mankind for some--in the words of her brother--charming little town upstate. And despite the effort of well manicured fingers, she came up with absolutely nothing. As far as the internet was concerned, this place did not exist. Glancing over at her brother, who--against her better judgement--was currently driving the Queen's white Lamborghini, Emma found herself faintly grimacing (the scowl lines, darling!). Christian seemed absolutely over the moon. Pursing her lips, Emma resolved to let him have his fun. So she turned her focus on the landscape in silent, suspicious reflection."Don't worry, Em. I've got it all up here." Christian tapped the side of his head. This was something of a challenge to his sister, whom he knew would not invade his thoughts, but was also tormented with not knowing their destination.White. So much white. The whole world was white. White. White. White. Fresh snow covered EVERYTHING; cars were buried, street lights draped, sidewalks concealed. The only thing not white were the brightly colored light displays that shone with a brilliance reserved only for this joy-invoking time of year. Santa and his reindeer looked back at Emma at every turn…mocking her with their unnatural cheer. Every window display offered a tantalizing glimpse into a magical realm of possibility. Christmas even managed to infiltrative her car. Christian belted out carols in sync with the radio. Emma sank deep into her jacket."Oh, come on! Emma, look at you." Christian looked over at his sister."Oh come on what?" Emma grumbled in return."You need a break! You're overworked, tired. Time to let go a little." Christian was far too happy, it put the White Queen on edge."I'm here, aren't I?" Emma muttered before taking a long drink from her overly-sweet holiday themed coffee. She could jump out of the car, she would survive without ramification in her diamond form. The thought was rather appealing. But, despite the daydream, Emma remained seated…a holiday hostage…as her brother drove God only knew where.The city gradually gave way to new landscape. Smaller towns, then rural, before ultimately becoming wilderness. It was beginning to snow again; lightly, but that was still too much for the White Queen's comfort in the middle of nowhere in her beautiful car. Emma's unease was growing and the rapidly approaching night did not help. Glancing once more at her phone, finger hovered over the screen, Christian's screams interrupted any further thought or action...A deer in the headlights' beam…Squealing tires…Tree.………When Emma Frost regained consciousness, she immediately became aware of flashing blue and red lights. Someone hovered just outside of her window. EMS. He was talking, but had all the clarity of an adult in a Charlie Brown cartoons. Focus, Emma. The door was opened, the first responder began checking her over. Emma's gaze shifted towards her brother, but he was gone. Was he OK? Sudden panic brought everything into focus."Ma'am?""I'm fine!" Emma snapped, brushing away the EMS's efforts to flash a light in her eyes. The errant light flashed against the diamond flesh of her upper torso, causing the responder to wince from the reflection. Emma, it seemed, had managed to partially react to the car accident. Just not fast enough. At her silent command, organic diamond reverted back to flesh. Aside from the throbbing headache, she appeared otherwise fine."What was that?" He rubbed his eyes a moment, but otherwise seemed utterly clueless. Emma raised an eyebrow. It seemed odd that a human's reaction would not be 'Oh my god, you're mutant!' Easy on the eyes though he was, his apparent naivety was highly suspect. The White Queen pushed past him to get out of her beautiful, wrecked car."You didn't see anything, dreamboat. Now take me to my brother!" It was a command, not a statement."Ma'am, I just saw..." He stammered, flustered by her efforts to push past him. If she hadn't be so annoyed at the moment, Emma might have found the whole doe-eyed country boy routine adorable. And then it struck her. Her Jedi mind trick did not work on him."I said, 'you didn't see anything!'" She narrowed her eyes on him, daring him to challenge her assertion."Uh-oh! I think I know what's wrong." Doc McCutie began to smile. Emma, too busy trying to understand why her telepathy was not working, missed the sudden shift in his personality. "Wait right there."He ran back towards his ambulance. Taking the moment to try again, she directed her attention towards a police officer. He was a middle aged man, slightly portly, with a generally jolly disposition. The man was writing down a report while chatting with a friendly familiarity to the other EMS responder. Focusing her thoughts, Emma commanded him to hop on one foot telepathically. Nothing. The two men continued their chitchat. All the while, her new buddy had returned with a thermos in hand. Oh for crying out loud!"I think you need a healthy dose of Christmas cheer." And with that, he poured her a lid-cup full of hot chocolate, no doubt an outstanding quality drink brought to us by Swiss Miss. Offering her the vessel, the slightly scruffy but otherwise boy scout, upstanding citizen of--oh God, was this the cute little town her brother had insisted she simply must see?-- Hollyville.Someone kill her now. 

This is a piece I wanted to finish as a SL.  Something that forces Emma off the grid/underground; just her wit and powers but no resources."With the negative punishment, you are taking away something…"Emma Frost, once infamous White Queen and current teacher of psychology, gave pause from her lecture. Something was off. Most of the students were asleep with their eyes open, their heads precariously perched in their upraised palms and faces devoid of any semblance of expression (or intelligence?). Some might actually have been drooling a bit, how unsightly. It was none of them. Pursing her lips, the blonde telepath skimmed the surface thoughts of everyone within her reach. But the school was peaceful--or what one might consider passing for peaceful at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.Students were in classes at the moment, it was the final hour for the day. The advent of evening was at hand with the sun hanging lazily between noon and sunset. The Danger Room was in use, no doubt Logan working off whatever feral itch challenged human respectability at the moment with his usual cohorts, Kurt and Piotr. Hank was in his lab and Scott in his office. The library was--for the moment--intact. No brawls or bravado threatening the structural integrity of the property. It was…peaceful. So what set her ill at ease? Emma grimaced, pressing her senses outward, searching for the thoughts of this unseen threat."Pass these around…"There!Someone let slip their psychic shielding, the White Queen detected a glimmer of their thoughts."Miss Frost…?" One of the students peeped from the back of the room. Emma hast trailed off and remained silent for far longer than she should have. The response that came was not what the child expected: "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" The White Queen's telepathic voice rang out, reverberating through ever skull with the utmost urgency. But her alert may have come too late. From the classroom window, Emma could just barely make out the front gate of the school. A large, black van approached the gates at a high speed, predictably crashing through the rod iron. Behind it came more vans. It was an invading army. And she couldn't sense any of them!"Go!" Emma barked to her students, darting a well manicured finger towards the door of the class room. "Follow the evacuation procedures! You've trained for this, now go! Go! Go!" Trained for this indeed! No school should have 'invasion procedures!' This was not the first time the school had been attacked. This would not be the last time, either. In all likelihood, this would also not be the first time the school has been destroyed. Nor the last. Alarms began to sound. Students began following the exits to a safe route beyond the school grounds. The X-Men, however, went in another direction: to the front door. No time to get dressed in impressive matching uniforms with spectacular contour and accentuating lines. Damn. And she loved these Jimmy Choos.Five vans in total crowded the front door of the Xavier's School. As one, the doors opened and the occupants emptied out. They were a laughable bunch, dressed from head to toe in clunky environmentally controlled suits. The U-Men. Nutty fanatics who wanted to graft on mutant anatomy to make themselves superior, whole, or some nonsense. This ought to be an easy beat down.The events that followed seemed to pass in slow motion.The X-Men braced themselves for whatever stolen mutant abilities these zealots had to dish out. The familiar coldness of her flesh turning to diamond crept over her, bringing with it blessed silence from the endless hum of other people's thoughts, feelings, and rapports. The first group U-Men began unzipping their suits. Managed, scarred beings that hardly bore resemblance to humanity emerged from the chrysalises, provoking an involuntary gag response from the White Queen. The vivisection process had not been kind to these men. But revulsion had to wait; they passed on the customary monolog and advanced into battle. The first group was barely within striking range when the second wave began shedding their suits. From these people came a brilliant, blinding light. And then the first group began exploding. The second wave had struck down their own in their effort to destroy the X-Men!Doused in human remains, Emma was rocked by the concussive force of the attack. She was knocked out cold.………So course. With all the comfort of a brillo pad. It chaffed against her skin. Twitching once as awareness of her surroundings slowly began to get pieced together in her mind, Emma's eyes rolled open, not quite able to focus. The offensive fabric, putrid off white walls and yellow florescent lighting, garish décor. Dear God! She was in some motel! Emma Frost jumped into an upright position, a faint shriek of terror escaping her lips. And immediately she regretted it. Her world spun at a starling pace as a skull-splitting pain threatened to return her to unconsciousness. Exactly how Emma managed to brace herself against the presto board nightstand and bring herself to a standing position was unclear. But finding herself on legs about as stable as newborn calf, she looked around the gouache environment with nausea unrelated to the head injury she somehow incurred in…battle?Where were the others? How did she get here? Where was here exactly? What happened to the U-Men, the school? Fighting past the discomfort, she reached out with her mind only to be sent reeling from a new wave of pain. Emma fell back onto the worn double bed, which screeching in protest from her dead weight."You really oughtn't do that."The voice was distant, grabbled. She could not recognize it through the acute agony overwhelming her senses."Where…?" Was all she managed."Motel 6. Not your usual digs, but that was sort of the idea. They won't think to look for us here...""Why…?" She grit her teeth against the pain in her head."Those zealots didn’t just attack the school, they compromised our identities, accounts, online presence. They laid out a paper trail. The long and short of it this: We're now on multiple government radars that we've got no business being on. We need to lay low."The voice grew more distant as Emma succumbed to the pain, plunging into darkness of unconsciousness.

"Is time to rise up once again another show,another event time to show the world whati am really made of, time to prove myself notto myself but to everyone show them whati can do what i offer that i offer much morethan just beauty and grace." she closed hereyes for a briefly short moment and openthem as she took a deep breath "I love tocompete and of course teaming with my sisteris been incredible, teaming with my husband nowthat something special that we get to travel the roadtogether been something this a family business nowsince we compete, our sons also are part of it."she says with a smile on her face."More than a woman, more than a wife,more than just a mother of course i am a triplethreat that can also get it done in the ring is beena long road from start to here what a road has been so is been a long road from the rookie daysto here and been tough training too not easy tosay. she says with a smile on her face." "Me and my sister well we first are a team webeen women's tag team champions and alsobeen successful in solo careers which has beengreat for both of us." she says as she continued to speakon "Yes and we are so happy for each other their is no jealousywe are sisters which means we share our success proudly." shesays with a smile on her face."Now what really so great is having to work with my husbandthat an honor right there i am glad he is part of the AUF experiencethat of getting to work together i can see him making his up the ladderbecause he is really great and an amazing mentor to our boys also."she says proudly "Yes i am happy he is here and we are the mixedtag team champions which we will get to defend our tagteam titles against the former tag team championsBriley Pierce and Lily Hollister the former tag teamchampions wanting another title shot against us.""And yes he is a great husband and father to our kids,as he is a great performer in the ring he has his experiencein the ring he is no stranger in the ring i know he offers so muchand i am proud of what he has accomplished in his career he nostranger i hope both Briley and Lily are ready for us." she chuckledas she holds both her hands together."I never get to talk about my sons getting to compete in the ringi am a proud mother that gets to see her sons compete also is incredibletoo see them grow and start their careers and their own legacy makinga name for themselves i am so proud of them i know Darren trained themso well he thought them all he knows and they learned from the best, Raveis a former world champion already i know Gabe is going to follow their footstepstaking one step at a time.""I held the AUF women's championship twice, been a divas champion onceand a former four time women's tag team champion including my knockouts tagtitle reign which been incredible career moments for me I don't think it's over rightnow i have so much i want to accomplish and a much i want to go for i am not readyto put the boots away i know me and my husband are going for the it couple that going to be us." she said with a smile on her face."Yep that is our goal to be called the power couple we have themixed tag titles that is next for us to become the power coupleof AUF we train together and we sure have a beautiful marriageand a loving family that sure is powerful and strong our love."she says with a smile on her face as they show some clips from her and her family bonding and the momentwhere they won the mixed tag titles "That was a lovelymoment for me one that is now my favorite winning themixed tag titles with him been the best and favorite momentof mine now.""I do know if we retain our tag titles there going to be many tag teamswanting to challenge us for the titles, we will be ready for them i amready to take them on with Darren on my side we are ready to take thefight to them side by side Mr. and Mrs. Maddox the power couple of AUFnow" she says proudly."His first Wrestlemania was against Rave that was a great Wrestlemaniai think Darren ready for his second WrestleMania i am sure he is goingto have many Wrestlemania moments even if is together or not we aregoing to be supportive of each other i will always support him if he wantsto go solo i think that moment will happen some day hopping not now becausewe are having much fun being mixed tag team champions been a blast to teamwith him my husband and the love of my life.""So Wrestlemania i am ready, i know he is ready for ourtitle match we are both focus and ready to take the fightto both Briley and Lily who keep being a thorn in our sidewanting their title rematch guess what, ask and you shallreceive that title rematch but we plan on retaining our tag team titles together we are unstoppable and we aregoing to crush those sweet dreams of them, and retainour tag titles so we are ready and we will see them at Wrestlemania Maddox family taking over Wrestlemania."she says with a smile on her face as she is ready forher Wrestlemania match ready to team with her husbandDarren Maddox at Wrestlemania.

Chapter 1The Future is Mutant"Now I will have the future I've always wanted!"Bolts of electricity firing in all manner of directions dominated the landscape, sparking sporadically from the grotesque machine this mad woman had concocted. It seemed like something Tesla would have dreamed up in a very mad scientist sort of way. Strapped to two tables were two--let's say deserving, but even they did not deserve what was happening to them--mutants. The Mastermind sisters. They were plugged into the mechanical monstrosity, their bodies convulsing in pain with each spark. Standing between them was a woman--a human--who called herself…oh, who could remember all these trite little monikers they anointed themselves with these days… For the sake of naming names, hers was actually Michelle. Emma gleaned that from her mind before the device was turned on."Always some unloved basement dweller wanting to reshape reality in their image." Emma hissed through grit teeth.Whatever the machine was, it radiated a force that somehow managed to be both physical and psychic in nature--perhaps the Mastermind sisters?--that floored everyone, save the monologuing villainess. Wolverine, admirable though his efforts were, crawled on his belly towards the adversary. Ever the determined one, that one. Emma, also on her hands and knees, pushed forward in her diamond form. Storm was down, Nightcrawler was probably in another zip code by now--the machine frazzled his teleporting…who was left?"And now to make my dream at reality."The woman held something in her hands, raising them to her lips."Oh no…"Those blasted mutant power inhalers. How did she get not one, but two of them? And just who's powers were she ingesting?"Stop!" Emma pushed herself forward, mustering every last ounce of strength she had, launching herself towards the other woman. At a glance, Emma noticed the inhalers Michelle pumped into herself as the White Queen slammed into her: Scarlett Witch and Magik. It was too late. Michelle and Emma were enveloped in a blinding light, the symphonic combination of reality warping and portals doing only God knew what to them both! When the light faded and Emma Frost no longer seeing spots, she found herself in a world she did not recognize.Past the smoking husk formerly known as Michelle, there stood a magnificent city of sparkling glass standing proudly in the midst of a barren desert--more Sonora, less Sahara. Architecture resembled nothing Emma was accustomed to, more reminiscent of something Shi'ar or otherwise alien in nature than terrestrial. Crowned with a gold spier, the tallest tower stood stories above any other, placed directly in the middle of the city. Emma gathered that was the place she needed to go, it certainly felt very 'governing power' to her. She could hear the echoes of the citizenry's thoughts, but a very distinct psychic haze kept her from 'hearing' anything more. The airspace around the city was abuzz, full of cars(?) and…people?...in flight. They swarmed about, following unspoken laws of traffic as they went about their way.Standing upright, Emma dusted herself off. Sand. How horrid. Casting a glance at Michelle's body, Emma silently cursed the arrogance of this woman. She got what she deserved. Too bad karma took Emma along for the ride. "To Oz? To Oz." With a huff, the White Queen began marching towards the glass city. It was several miles out. If she made, Emma was going to very thirsty and sunburned. And sweaty. Oh, how much worse can this day get?! Damn it all, why did she think that?! It seemed her arrival had not gone unnoticed by those within. Three figures silently emerged from the city gates, all hovering above the sands. Telekinetics. How curious. Just what sort of place was this? She trained her gaze on the figures as they rapidly approached her. Friend or foe? She kept her guard up, preparing from either. But it was the strangers who spoke first. Telepathically!"We are friends, Lady Frost."Each came to hover just feet from Emma Frost. All three wore technologically advanced armor of sort, head to heel, she could tell nothing of their appearance. The one who stood ahead of the other two--presumably the leader--took off his helmet, revealing a very humanoid young man. Dare she even say he appeared quite familiar without having met anyone quite like him before. A mess of brown hair and striking blue eyes, he gave the faintest trace of a smile."Welcome home, mother."Chapter 2Prince MyshkinMother…?So sooner had the word processed in Emma's head did the man reply."Yes, mother." He gave pause, introspectively shrugging his shoulders. "Technically you are not my mother-mother, but mother that you are technically identical down to the last chromosome as the woman who birthed me.""Ah, different--""Universe, yes."This was getting annoying. Is this how non-telepaths felt…?"Yes, all the time." He offered a sheepish smile when Emma gave him a sharp glare."I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude, I actually cannot help it." Another sheepish smile. "Forgive me, I have not introduced myself properly. My name is Charles Lehnsherr. Or call me DCog, if you'd rather. Shall we return home? You seem quite exhausted." Charles glanced down at the remains of the mad woman before regarding Emma once more.Emma raised a skeptical brow, all this new information was a little overwhelming. It was quite a lot to take in, let alone make sense of. But, once more, the instant she began to formulate a question, the answers began spilling out of Charles' mouth:"In this world, Apocalypse conquered most of the planet, save some human resistance and, of course, the X-Men." He nodded towards Emma. "Except these X-Men were led by father after Charles Xavier was assassinated by his time traveling son."How ironic."Quite."The two exchanged looks before Emma became abruptly aware that she had been lifted off the ground. Telekinetic. Another look at Charles, whom Emma expected would be quick to explain Emma's own thoughts to her before answering, as he seemed quite prone to do. But the younger mutant showed surprising restraint, rather focused on their destination than Emma's critical gaze. Was he also telekinetic? Or was that one of the armored companions?"Despite the very fate of humanity hanging in the balance, the you of this world and father managed to have me, naming me in honor of Mr. Xavier." Charles continued speaking as the group crossed the expanse of the desert in a fraction of the time it would have taken to walk. "There were many casualties, many failed missions, but eventually Apocalypse was defeated. Mutant and human kind were free to rebuild the world with a new sense of purpose. It's been almost twenty years. In that time, we have managed to build this city to be a beacon of peace across the globe."The kid wasn't lying. Entering the gates, Emma was blown away by the beauty. Clearly Charles inherited "her" exquisite tastes. All around her, human and mutants milled about in seemingly harmonious coexistence; though Emma could see that vast majority of the population were, in fact, mutants. They proudly displayed their abilities in every day life. Speedsters delivery services, enhanced strength construction, plant manipulators working as florists, etc. The city was unnaturally clean, as though it had been built just the day before. No signs of homelessness or degradation from the passage of time. But if this was Utopia, why was there a wall?Her thoughts must have caught Charles' attention as he looked over at Emma. "We may be peaceful, but that doesn't mean everyone is at peace." That wasn't cryptic at all. "What I mean to say, some people--human and mutant--have chosen to not learn from the past. There are zealots who still believe…well, all sorts of crazy things. And that’s why we have walls and soldiers. Peace, even after the brink of extinction, is still not easy to obtain and is never certain." This was her child for sure. Hopeful, but cynical at the very same time. But why did that make-- "Me? I don't want to call myself king, but I suppose by definition, that is what I am." Was this going to be 'a thing' this whole adventure?"I'm sorry." Charles once again apologized. "I am a telepath, but not quite how you are accustomed." That sheepish grin again, he suddenly appeared very self-conscious. "When you got here, you tried to read people's minds, correct?" Of course he was, it was a rhetorical question at this point. "And you couldn't quite get a read?" Obviously. "That was me, sort of. My telepathic rapport is…how to put this nicely, like a psychic contagion. You caught it upon trying to read minds of people already infected. Some people are immune, some people are carriers, but most people around here are connected to me, whether either of us like it or not. But, on the plus side, I know everyone here is relatively peaceful. There are petty crimes committed every now and then, fights and disagreements, but no 'supervillains' out for world domination sorts."Chapter 3The Shining CityA psychic contagion, that was a new one. With each person infected, that means--?  "Yes, my powers are amplified." Had Emma actually gotten a single word in since meeting this boy? "Not really…oh, sorry." Charles cringed, having overheard the internal musings of the White Queen. "In all fairness, most telepaths only talk telepathically when speaking with other telepaths." That was a flimsy defense. Guarded thoughts still being heard was very off-putting and zero privacy. Charles looked like he was ready to exploded, wanting to comment on Emma's thoughts. Pursing her lips, Emma tilted her head to go ahead. "I really don't want to hear your inner most thoughts. Unfortunately we are in such close proximity, it makes that impossible to avoid."By this time, their little entourage had reached the tower at the center of the city. Emma was set down on the sidewalk with such ease it was like she had never left the Earth at all. The glimmering tower was all the more impressive up close. Through the shining façade, various images were projecting news feeds from within the city and around the world. Indeed, not all were at peace. It seemed much of the planet was currently engaged in some sort of war. Cities, not all that dissimilar from this one, were encased in glass domes under scorched skies. It was only during a news feed at night did Emma notice the moon, partially fractured. That was, quite possibly, the most startling visual out of the whole ordeal. The White Queen could only stand aghast at the sight. Vaguely aware of Charles coming to stand beside her, Emma could simply stare at the moon."Shortly after Apocalypse's fall, a rouge faction of Shi'ar took a cheap shot at us. The moon took the brunt of their canon blast during the final battle, but much of Asia was decimated. Mother and father marshalled every mutant on the planet to retaliate. Our natural born powers combined sent the bird people limping back to their corner of space. Empress Lilandra sent science envoys to help compensate for the damage our atmosphere endured, but some areas are still pretty bad." The young king turned away from the screens, nodding towards the entrance to the tower. "Come, I would like you to meet my advisory board." Emma followed Charles with an ever growing discomfort growing in the pit of her stomach. The world was in pieces and this was still twenty years after Apocalypse? And if there was so much war, how had this place remained so peaceful? The desert setting seems strategic, true enough. But when a single person could grow a field of crops, change the weather or move the earth with only a thought, was geography really that much of an advantage?"Not really." Again, no sooner did she have a thought did the boy king hear her. "That's why we have our own people who can do things with just a thought. Mother, you can trust me. I promise." Perhaps. The boy did seem to have nothing but good intentions. As she adjusted to the 'contagion', Emma began to sense Charles' own thoughts with a bit more clarity. Either his defenses were down or he felt emotionally connected to her alternate self enough to let her in.Inside the tower was no less spectacular. Just as gossamer as the exterior, everything looked like it was made of glass. It was, as she had guessed, the epicenter of government. Offices and court rooms, presumably Charles' living quarters at the top. The guards, still escorting the pair, guided them to an elevator, a spectacular glass tube that seemed to go on forever.Reaching roughly midway up the tower, the elevatored opened into a large single room with high, vaulted ceilings and panoramic widows that looked out at the sprawling city. The only furnishings were about a dozen chairs, all but two occupied but pristine individuals in white suits, male and female alike, sitting upright with their eyes shut. They didn't seem to acknowledge the new arrivals, but their thoughts quickly offered reserved greetings."Your highness. Lady Frost, how nice to see you. We are terribly sorry for your rough journey. Surly we can help you find a way home."Emma was struck with an overwhelming sense of belonging. Other telepaths, only telepaths! It was a beautiful sight. But what were they doing?"They're managing the city."  Charles whispered softly in the back of her mind. "Waterworks, sewage, food processing, electricity, so on. We manage it from here, making sure the city thrives."How streamlined."My lord, we have insurgents approaching the East gate," came the suddenly urgent voice of one of the telepaths. As one, the group opened their eyes. Standing in unison, they turned towards the east facing portion of the window. Charles, and so too did Emma, also turned. Without spoken command--telepathically controlled technology, oh goody goody goody! Emma was liking this place despite so many doubts!--the window doubled as an interface, zooming in on the offending band of attackers. "We cannot engage," another spoke. "Great. What flag are they waving?"  "The broken skull flag, sir," Came an unidentified replied Charles looked to Emma. "Mother, would you like to see first hand what we're trying to keep out with our walls?" Charles seemed hurt that she was carrying some distrust of him and his kingdom. "I would indeed." Emma replied, watching the horde of figures amassing at the city gate. Charles nodded, holding out his hands as the helmet he had removed back in the desert floated into his grasp. Pulling it over his head, the young king seemed ready for war. "A well rehearsed war," he replied darkly as his guards began walking toward the elevator with Emma and Charles in tow."Why can the others not engage?" Emma asked Charles on the ride down. "They are a tribe of feral mutants. Something whipped them up into a berserker's frenzy. Most ferals are immune to our telepathy because they are more animal than human, you can't manipulate the mind of dumb animals."His tone was void of emotion, sending a chill up Emma's spine.Chapter 4What is Man Without the BeastAt the gate, a small army had formed. The Broken Skull tribe was a wide range of feral beings. Some more human than others, these mutants were barely dressed and filthy. These people--a term she was applying generously--had chosen a life as wild animals and cave dwellers. If there was any shred of humanity to them, it was greatly overshadowed by their beast side. Scanning their minds as best she could, all Emma could sense was rage. They emitted feelings, not cohesive thought, and the sheer volume of their emotions buzzed in her head like an angry hive. Some blips of other emotions tinged the fury, but so little she could not pinpoint any of it. One would do better trying to decipher static.All at once, they began throwing objects."INCOMING!" Charles pulled Emma back just a moment before the explosions began. Quite an advanced weapon for barely-human mutants. There was something quite odd about this whole thing. But just as Charles had no time to keep up with her thoughts, Emma had no time to contemplate this momentary distraction from the omnipresent telepath. Another volley of bombs went off, the shining city's forces had no time to respond. The wall defending them from the invading force deteriorated into rubble. Fire and debris rained down upon the infantry.

I really want to finish this as a storyline, but I've honestly forgotten where I wanted to go with it.  Probably all the more reason it would be better as a storyline, then I would have someone to bounce ideas off of.  Oh well.  C'est la vie."Come on, Emma."Emma looked up from her phone to regard Christian with a frosty glare. Her brother leaned forward, pressing his hands on the shiny surface of her desk. Offering his sister a charming smile, Christian waggled his eyebrows. Dirty pool. Her brother was one play away from resorting to puppy dog eyes. Setting the phone down, Emma rubbed her temples. But no amount of massaging would spirit her brother away, nor banish the devious plan he clearly had already set into motion. Christian's grin widened, he knew that he had won."Where exactly is this place, Christian?"Emma Frost was again on her phone. This time searching every digital map known to mankind for some--in the words of her brother--charming little town upstate. And despite the effort of well manicured fingers, she came up with absolutely nothing. As far as the internet was concerned, this place did not exist. Glancing over at her brother, who--against her better judgement--was currently driving the Queen's white Lamborghini, Emma found herself faintly grimacing (the scowl lines, darling!). Christian seemed absolutely over the moon. Pursing her lips, Emma resolved to let him have his fun. So she turned her focus on the landscape in silent, suspicious reflection."Don't worry, Em. I've got it all up here." Christian tapped the side of his head. This was something of a challenge to his sister, whom he knew would not invade his thoughts, but was also tormented with not knowing their destination.White. So much white. The whole world was white. White. White. White. Fresh snow covered EVERYTHING; cars were buried, street lights draped, sidewalks concealed. The only thing not white were the brightly colored light displays that shone with a brilliance reserved only for this joy-invoking time of year. Santa and his reindeer looked back at Emma at every turn…mocking her with their unnatural cheer. Every window display offered a tantalizing glimpse into a magical realm of possibility. Christmas even managed to infiltrative her car. Christian belted out carols in sync with the radio. Emma sank deep into her jacket."Oh, come on! Emma, look at you." Christian looked over at his sister."Oh come on what?" Emma grumbled in return."You need a break! You're overworked, tired. Time to let go a little." Christian was far too happy, it put the White Queen on edge."I'm here, aren't I?" Emma muttered before taking a long drink from her overly-sweet holiday themed coffee. She could jump out of the car, she would survive without ramification in her diamond form. The thought was rather appealing. But, despite the daydream, Emma remained seated…a holiday hostage…as her brother drove God only knew where.The city gradually gave way to new landscape. Smaller towns, then rural, before ultimately becoming wilderness. It was beginning to snow again; lightly, but that was still too much for the White Queen's comfort in the middle of nowhere in her beautiful car. Emma's unease was growing and the rapidly approaching night did not help. Glancing once more at her phone, finger hovered over the screen, Christian's screams interrupted any further thought or action...A deer in the headlights' beam…Squealing tires…Tree.………When Emma Frost regained consciousness, she immediately became aware of flashing blue and red lights. Someone hovered just outside of her window. EMS. He was talking, but had all the clarity of an adult in a Charlie Brown cartoons. Focus, Emma. The door was opened, the first responder began checking her over. Emma's gaze shifted towards her brother, but he was gone. Was he OK? Sudden panic brought everything into focus."Ma'am?""I'm fine!" Emma snapped, brushing away the EMS's efforts to flash a light in her eyes. The errant light flashed against the diamond flesh of her upper torso, causing the responder to wince from the reflection. Emma, it seemed, had managed to partially react to the car accident. Just not fast enough. At her silent command, organic diamond reverted back to flesh. Aside from the throbbing headache, she appeared otherwise fine."What was that?" He rubbed his eyes a moment, but otherwise seemed utterly clueless. Emma raised an eyebrow. It seemed odd that a human's reaction would not be 'Oh my god, you're mutant!' Easy on the eyes though he was, his apparent naivety was highly suspect. The White Queen pushed past him to get out of her beautiful, wrecked car."You didn't see anything, dreamboat. Now take me to my brother!" It was a command, not a statement."Ma'am, I just saw..." He stammered, flustered by her efforts to push past him. If she hadn't be so annoyed at the moment, Emma might have found the whole doe-eyed country boy routine adorable. And then it struck her. Her Jedi mind trick did not work on him."I said, 'you didn't see anything!'" She narrowed her eyes on him, daring him to challenge her assertion."Uh-oh! I think I know what's wrong." Doc McCutie began to smile. Emma, too busy trying to understand why her telepathy was not working, missed the sudden shift in his personality. "Wait right there."He ran back towards his ambulance. Taking the moment to try again, she directed her attention towards a police officer. He was a middle aged man, slightly portly, with a generally jolly disposition. The man was writing down a report while chatting with a friendly familiarity to the other EMS responder. Focusing her thoughts, Emma commanded him to hop on one foot telepathically. Nothing. The two men continued their chitchat. All the while, her new buddy had returned with a thermos in hand. Oh for crying out loud!"I think you need a healthy dose of Christmas cheer." And with that, he poured her a lid-cup full of hot chocolate, no doubt an outstanding quality drink brought to us by Swiss Miss. Offering her the vessel, the slightly scruffy but otherwise boy scout, upstanding citizen of--oh God, was this the cute little town her brother had insisted she simply must see?-- Hollyville.Someone kill her now.