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Post by Amanda Nathan on May 15, 2013 15:56:24 GMT -4
The Mistress of Macabre is once again found wandering the halls of the EVPW arena in concord. She is wearing a pair of shredded, acid washed jeans and a skull tank top. She sings as she slowly makes her way through the corridors with a twisted smile on her face.
"Be careful what you do... Cuz God is watching your every move... 'old my 'and on the dark street... For if you do I know that I'll be safe... Even if I'm far away and alone... I can be sure you will find me there... This I know... You draw me close for awhile, so quiet... You tell me everything... If I forget what you say... Then you come to me and tell me again... Yes you tell me once again... But what happens when... I know it all it all what should I do after that? What then?"
As the demented wife of former GHW owner Jaggeroth finishes the song she laughs with a chilling glee. She tugs at her hair and starts the song over again.
"Be careful what you do... Cuz God is watching your every move..."
She stops and laughs for a moment, tugging at her dark locks as she licks her lips. He eyes lock on the EVPW banner hanging on the wall. She runs her fingers over it as an aura of pride shows in her eyes.
"Mmmm mmmm mmmm... When God is gone and The Devil takes 'old... Who'll 'ave mercy on your soul? Mmm mmm mmm...."
Amanda continues to tug at her hair gently as she smiles like the Chessire Cat. She lets out a sigh of peace for the first in a long time as suddenly a soft whisper catches her attention. The Devil's Favorite Reject turns her attention to where the sound originated as an animalistic snarl covers her face.
TBC: They know who, but just so there is no confusion TAG BETH lol
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Post by Sublime on May 17, 2013 20:03:10 GMT -4
Limpid diamonds trickled down tender cheeks and the soft sniffle of a sobbing woman echoed through the locker room. A shaky hand reached up and tentatively touched bruised flesh. Bella Morte gazed at her face in the mirror, a sad but determined expression playing on her features. She wore a pair of cut off shorts and a white tank top. The fair haired beauty made no attempt to cover her battered visage with makeup and her hair was pulled back in a haphazard bun. Her lip was swollen and an angry scab stood in the middle of her bottom lip. Her nose was also slightly inflamed and she wore a pink hello kitty band-aid over the bridge of her snout. Miss Morte wiped away the fresh batch of tears from her face and nodded to her reflection, “this isn’t over. I will not let this break me.”
She grabbed her gym bag from the floor and headed out into the hall, her eyes trained on her feet but her ears open like a pair of radar dishes; prepared for any sudden assault. Bella’s heart skipped a beat as the eerie sound of a woman warbling danced into her ears. However, her fear quickly subsided when she realized the female was most definitely not Aryana Renfield because she didn’t hear the haunting kiwi accent. Bella continued on her path, finally narrowing in on the singing siren. The tattooed beauty cleared her throat meekly and spoke in a whisper, “excuse me miss, do you mind if I squeeze by… I’m in a bit of a hurry to get home.”
TBCB Amanda
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Post by Amanda Nathan on May 18, 2013 8:45:50 GMT -4
Amanda looks at the battered Bella and the animalistic snarl slowly fades to an angelic smile. She looks at the bandage on the abused young woman's nose and shakes her head.
"Aw... Poor little poppet... You look like you attempted to go one against the whole Amazing Reds line-up. Poor... Poor little kitty..."
The Mistress of Macabre licks her lips as she continues to inch her way closer to the curvy blonde.
"ere kitty kitty kitty..."
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Post by Sublime on May 20, 2013 23:42:22 GMT -4
Miss Morte's blue green orbs danced wildly and her eyes darted about the hall in a desperate search for a way around the eerie female. She couldn't understand why this woman was acting so strange, but she didn't like the way her emerald eyes drank in her form or the way her tongue twitched over her lips, it reminded the fair haired beauty of a lioness about to sink its teeth into an antelope's thigh. A shiver crawled up the minx's spine and she shook her head in a flurry of platinum blonde tresses, "no, stay back, I-I mean it..."
Her hand plummeted into her gym bag and she withdrew a pink tube. Bella Morte only hesitated for a second, one eye watched the approaching danger whilst the other was pinched shut. Miss Morte wanted to give the woman an opportunity to realize she had frightened the minx and perhaps try a more amiable approach, but it seemed almost as if the more fear Bella showed the more intrigued the siren became. So, she pressed down on the button at the top of the pepper spray and a ferocious mist spewed from the apparatus' mouth.
Bella immediately regretted her rash panic driven decision when the other woman screamed in surprise and her hands instinctively went to protect her face. The fair haired beauty rushed to the strange woman's side, "I'm sorry, but I asked you to stop... Are you okay?.."
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Post by Amanda Nathan on May 22, 2013 18:07:03 GMT -4
The Devil's Favorite Reject lets our a demented cackle as she latches on to the young blonde's golden locks. She pulls the curvy young lady toward her.
"Spraying me good... Checking on me... Bad girl I thought you would know better than that poppet..."
Amanda twirls the fingers of her free hand into Bella's hair and hums.
"Oh oh Death... Oh oh Death... Won't spare over another year? So soft yet tough... So weak yet strong... So sure yet unsure... You poppet don't know who you are or what you are dealing with..."
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Post by Sublime on May 24, 2013 2:25:49 GMT -4
Bella screeched in horror and clawed desperately at the digits tangled in her platinum tresses, "AH! LET! ME! GGOOOO!"
Miss Morte launched her fist into the black haired vixen's jaw, "You don't know who I am! AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH!"
With that the fair haired beauty swung her gym bag upward and smashed it into her attackers face which sent various items from within flying. She then lurched past the siren, pulling out a chunk of hair in the process and she proceeded to run full speed down the hall. Her legs pumped like her life depended on it, which in her panic stricken state she was sure it did, and she head toward the only place she could think of at the moment.
TBCB Amanda
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Post by Amanda Nathan on May 25, 2013 9:53:24 GMT -4
The Mistress of Macabre watches Bella as she runs like a scared, little rabbit. A sadistic smile grows on the demented diva's face as she notices something laying on the floor. It was small, leather, and covered with skulls and crossbones. Amanda picks it up and studies it for a moment before opening it. She nods as she sees the contents, closes it, and puts it in her pocket. She backs her way toward the shadows watching the scared diva heading toward her sanctuary and duck into the office of Kingbear.
"The jolly green giant won't be able to 'elp you forever... You and all of EVPW... Are my children now...."
Amanda fades more and more into the shadows her emerald orbs shining bright.
"Come little children the time's come to play... 'ere in my garden of shadows...."
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