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Post by "The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ on Feb 26, 2007 11:12:46 GMT -5
 |z|.Lost it all and become a possession. With all the drama and glory that surround the situation, the true feelings of all participants is ignored.|z| |z|. With nothing more to do then go head to head with yourself, your brain scatters and you become nothing more then a puppet. But with a solid mind and an aggressive nature, you refuse to acknowledge who I am.|z| [/color] ...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color] I Am your puppet Master.[/color] ...Scene Opens...The bright white walls of the backstage area of the XVI arena refuse to hide anything. With glaring intense beams of hot, sticky, light burning down upon your body the interrogation begins. With a look of anger, the enchantingly evil goddess known as Dark HalO stands in the hallway. Her arms folded across her large chest, her hazel eyes dart around the room. Unfolding her arms, she puts her hands into her long black trench coat, pulling out a packet of smokes, and lighting one up. Moving her long crimson hair out of her beautiful face, she jumps up and sits down on some boxes behind her. Her short tartan skirt riding up her thigh, showing off her black fish net stocking. The King of Kaos slowly walks into the scene, eyebrow raised, swinging his cane at his side as he glares at her. HalO doesn’t say a word. Blowing smoke slowly from her luscious pouted lips, her eyes flick up from the burning end of this death stick, up to the god before her. Raising her eyebrow, she slowly drops from the boxes, her big black boots slamming against the floor. Taking another drag from her cigarette, she blows out the smoke as she addresses him. | ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You see Jihad’s promo? … "She looks down at her cigarette, blowing smoke slowly into the fresh open air before her, contaminating it with a grey smoke. Rolling her tongue stud across her bottom lip momentarily, she looks up at The Corpse, surveying his body for a single emotion. He listens carefully to her English accent, taking heed of every last word. | ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... By Order of my “new master”… We have to fight each other… "The Corpse chuckles to himself, looking up at His Queen who glares down at the floor, smoking her cigarette..[/b][/center] |
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Post by freeagent on Feb 27, 2007 3:43:07 GMT -5
 The Corpse chuckles to himself, looking up at His Queen who glares down at the floor, smoking her cigarette. He begins to approach her with an unconcerned smirk about the chaos around them, but that thirst for blood is forever thick in his eyes. Just as he is about to speak to his queen for the first time since being back, With every single person hanging on this very moment, The Corpse is quickly interrupted by the backstage televisions that glow to life with VNB's trademark signatures all over them. The promo continues with not much but a slanted glare at the screen from The Corpse, HalØ just stares down toward the floor, never looking up once to VNB's promo.[/i] "Jihad ~ It's funny. I truly bet, What I just said is really not what is bothering you is it Maggot? No... What is bothering you is, What has you worried is. Why hasn't my Angel called my bluff? Why hasn't she said that I am wrong? That she would NEVER leave The DOA to join with The VNB? And why, Has she not said... She has no interest whatsoever in being with me, And being my Princess?"
The Corpse glances toward HalØ with a sinister smirk, Maybe... Just Maybe thinking about Jihad's words. HalØ still resists to make eye contact with him as the promo plays, The Corpse thinks nothing of it and turns back to the screen while taking a sip from his cane. *cheers*Jihad~HAHA... Yes Maggot, Picture this. My Angel Halo, Running about The Compound Of The VNB, In nothing but a small "School girls outfit", Her long brown pig tails showing, White knee length stockings, Sitting upon my lap. I don't know, Perhaps Maggot, I will send you a Poloroid...
The Corpse just continues to watch, shaking his head with an amused grin, just wondering if this is all VNB has to talk about. Finally the end of VNB's promo is shown with Jihad standing over HalØ at the lake. The Corpse is now fully aware that his queen is lost. The screen fades to black and The Corpse seems to fade also. He just stares at the blank screen, dead silent, not even a single breath escapes his lips. Finally, now that The Corpse has seen how far this VNB and HalØ business has really gone, HalØ takes a long drag and says.| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...What do you want to do?"
[/b] The lights flicker and The Corpse's eyes slowly shut. After a few moments and puffs HalØ takes from her smoke. The King of Kaos takes a step back to face his Queen, opening his fiery eyes with that unmistakable look of hatred that is familiar to others but never her. HalØ quickly feels his raging pulse and snaps her head up, locking eyes with the frightener.| ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"...I know what your thinkin'--"
[/b] The Corpse shouts with a spine tingling roar.[/i] †±The Cørpse±†
"You Have No Fucking Idea What I Am Thinking!!"A burst of thunder rattles the stands, The crowd in silence, for this first time ever Ð.Ø.Ã, The Corpse and Dark HalØ, stand apparently divided.*Lil Jon*
"...I can see Jihad and the VNB right now, with a big fat grin on their faces..."*Ozzy*
"shut up Jon, this is bloody serious... Ð.Ø.Ã. have been together for years.."The Corpse takes a step forward, pointing to the T.V. and back to his queen.†±The Cørpse±†
"Do You really think I give a damn about Any of this!?"HalØ's eyes grow wide.†±The Cørpse±†
"It was the thrill of the hunt, the blood on the mat. And now my queen, you are the prey. When you brought me back, you knew what madness that would follow. The fury YOU unleashed upon these grounds that day will never be caged... This is not my doing, I was trying to prevent it... But You started this My Queen... Now I must Finish it!"The Corpse adrenaline pumps while waiting for HalØ to say anything. [/center] |
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Post by "The øne and ønly" Ðark HalØ on Feb 27, 2007 13:20:06 GMT -5
|z|.Drafted into a world full of hate and spite, the only two pure evils become ripped apart by the devil. The force to which they devoted many months of their careers to defeating has finally got it's own way.|z|
|z|. And with this, the division begins.|z| [/color] ...A Twizted Mind Production... [/color] As you slowly turn on yourself.[/color] HalO raises her eyebrow in shock as her expression slowly changes into that of confusion and anger. Throwing her precious cigarette to the floor, the embers flood the space only intensifying this unbelievable situation. HalO takes a step forward as the writhing corpse glares a hole straight through her burning eyes. A sick grin spreads across HalO’s beautiful face… raising the question as to whether she is enjoying this… or is it a reaction to the pure shock of her angered tag team partner. With great care, a husky irritated tone and an intense spark in her eyes, she speaks. | ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... How fucking dare you blame this shit on me… You stood there and watched as the VNB took me apart slowly, ripping apart every ounce of my spirit.. You stood in the crowd and watched… And if I didn’t know better… I would swear you loved every passing moment of it … "Slowly she looks down at Corpse’s feet, eyes scanning, sizing up every last inch of skin which cover his frame. A look of utter disgust spreads across her face. | ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You’re forgetting so much Corpse… Challenging my priorities.. Challenging my loyalty to D.O.A! How fucking low have you sunk to think that I would turn my back on the legend which I’ve become part of? The legend I helped carve!… "Raising her eyebrow, she lets out a laugh… seemingly one of complete pity. Walking around this man, circling him, much like the raven that symbolizes their ways, she shakes her head, whispering. Her voice is filled with an unusual spite… oozing with pity and disgust… unusual for HalO… yet even more shockingly directed towards her king... | ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... So you don’t give a damn about me then?.… "She stop, directly in front of him.. | ±†± | Ðark HalØ | ±†± |
"... You talk a load of bollocks, my dear boy.… "HalO raises her eyebrow, glaring deadly into his eyes. [/b][/center] |
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