Post by "One Taste" Poison on May 20, 2007 12:50:55 GMT -5
...A Twizted Mind Production...
|z| .And from this moment onwards, together we unite. More Destructive then a tornado, more ruthless then a blaze and more unforgiving then a disease. Your eyes may be locked on target and your heart may be in the right place… Yet your fate shall forever lie in my hands. Because I am everything you love everything you despise, everything you long to be yet will never be able to attain. To reach a level of such… such perfection isn’t an easy thing to do. And my darling, you shall never achieve this.... .|z|
...So Stop trying...
Screaming thunder drifts through the eerie night as a bitter chill spikes the air. Flickering lights, glorious bright flickering lights illuminate the scene and in an instant… the adrenaline is pulsing. A storm sits heavily over the once peaceful city, stirring it into an uncontrollable chaos. People scatter across the paving, their sore feet slamming against the deep puddles, flooding their shoes with dirty water and dampening their spirits. Hair grasping limply to their bodies, clothes dripping wet with disappointment as they race to the warm, dry havens to seek some kind of closure and relax in their homes. It’s pretty sad to see how distraught such a beautiful thing has made people. If one was to stop and glaze blissfully upon this grand display of Mother Nature at her best, they would be almost mesmerized.
And in this chaos; in this beautiful destruction stands a figure. Not crouched behind a building. Not hiding behind their hood. Not sheltered in any way from the storm… is a figure.
Looking up into the rain drops as they hurdle into her eyes. Her skin stinging from the cold, sending waves of goose bumps across her skin making it sensitive and tantalizing to even the most tender of caresses. Her senses all intensified her breathing fast yet deep. Running her fingers through her dripping hair, a sigh escapes her sultry, pouted lips. Oh, quivering body of such lustful fantasies. Her short tartan skirt drip, drip, dripping down her legs, the pale rain drops slithering down her sensual legs, teasing each inch of her skin as she grins to her self.
The camera pans in a little more, the teasing of this beautiful woman becoming almost unbearable!
Raising an eyebrow, her eyes hit the camera… and they hit the camera with a thud.
The beautiful storm around her, one of the many wonders of the world happening with such grace surrounding her, yet at that moment when her eyes hit that lens... everything else but her becomes meaningless.
For she is perfection. She Is Poison.
A sickening grin slips onto her alluring face as the lucky raindrops cascade an angelic trail down her body. Those lucky raindrops following, outlining every curve of her body, teasing her every skin cell, so very cold… a pain surging through her body which is often mistaken for pleasure.
A shiver flows through her body as she lets out a lusty sigh. Oh the pleasure flowing through her veins right now is completely indescribable. Lust combined with pride in twined within her as she runs her hands over her wet, dripping body, her fingertips beckoning her provocative pale skin. Poison’s eyes flicker up, her black make-up descending down her cheeks slightly; however her passionate red lips stay perfect. What a curse this beauty has become.
Biting her bottom lip passionately, a sadistic grin spreads itself across this enchanting evil’s face. Looking up into the sky, she speaks… Her soothingly passionate husky voice flowing through the air, however, bitterly broken by that disgustingly abusive Texan accent.
|z| Poison |z|
" A breathtaking display of just what nature can do if she puts her mind to it… The loathsome thunder ravaging murderously against that poor lifeless pavement; the shards of concrete tossing around in the air like droplets of blood from a wound. "
A passionate sigh escapes her sultry lips as this Goddess looks back to the camera, eyes forever burning with hatred.
|z| Poison |z|
"..Oh... When did destruction become to exhilarating? It’s murdering every last breath inside my body, keeping it ransom, torturing me... Yet I can’t seem to drag myself away... I can’t manage to step into shelter… I can’t seem to leave the chaos alone. "
A sickening, sadistic grin spreads across Poison’s face as she looks deep into the camera lens, her voice switching to that of a low whisper.
|z| Poison |z|
"...But you already knew that. "
She struts forward, biting her bottom lip lustfully as those silky rain drops slither down every inch of her body.
|z| Poison |z|
"...It’s funny... "
Poison grins, raising her eyebrow slightly, sliding her tongue gently against her top lip before she continues.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Evil has a shape and form. It has a life. It lives and it breaths and it takes and it thrives and it pulses with energy. It’s been staring you in the face for so damn long, and none of you have every realized it..... "
She treads in the puddles, the cold water bitterly stinging to her legs. She flinches slightly, grinning to herself, laughing evilly as she speaks.
|z| Poison |z|
"...It’s been teasing your children. It’s been haunting your nightmares. It’s been stalking your tracks, waiting in your shadow... And it wants you. And it needs you. And it’s waiting for you... "
Poison smiles into the dead night, the rain the only movement apart from her own. Folding her arms across her chest, her head flicks from left to right, as she strides her way closer to her destination.
|z| Poison |z|
"...It’s been reading your thoughts, and analyzing, predicting, planning your next move... "
Poison slows her pace, eyes focusing on the camera.
|z| Poison |z|
"...And by now… it knows you better then you know yourself... "
She chuckles smugly, walking at her normal pace.
|z| Poison |z|
"...So now your scared, shaking in your boots and have no idea where or what to look for... "
Poison approaches the XVI car park area, the rain still pounding down on her fragile frame. She smiles, surveying the car park slowly as she continues to walk. Her eyes flicker from the lamp standing alone by the sidewalk, to the Xvi sign on the head of the building.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Evil is beautiful. Her eyes burn with passion and intensity, yet they could melt your heart in a second... "
A sick grin spreads onto her face as she speaks, her rich Texan accent spitting past her lips. She stops in her tracks, eyes flickering around her, catching the camera lens occasionally… but when she does, it becomes oh so meaningful.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Her body is sensual, her touch will bring goose bumps in an instant… She is perfect in every imaginable way. "
Poison chuckles to herself.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Her voice is desirable. She’s intelligent, agile, yet fierce and ruthless. She is everything a woman should be… "
The Manic Machiavellian runs her fingers through her black tangled hair, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She opens her mouth to speak again… yet... Is interrupted?
|z| ?? |z|
"...You’re too kind child… "
Poison stops, turning her head to where the voice apparently came from. She raises her eyebrow, glaring at a red pick up truck… with someone seated on the hood. They are covered completely by a cloak, yet smoke is seen flowing gracefully from their lips.
Poison steps forward, tilting her head to the side slightly.
|z| Poison |z|
"...s’cuse me looker, but I was talking about myself… "
She places her hands on her hips, glaring maliciously towards the cloaked figure. Gently, a-oh-so-dreamy laugh escapes the figure. And they speak again.
|z| ?? |z|
"...Oh really?... Well, then you missed out that evil must have a complete lack of education, dress like a hooker … "
Poison looks completely shocked… The figure leans forward, a single strand of hair escaping that hood… A single strand of dripping hair… A single stand of red…dripping hair.
|z| ?? |z|
"... And spends most of her time, laying on her back … "
Shaking her head, Poison steps forward… then stops.. grinning.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Yall seem to know a lot about me… Yall a stalker or something … "
The figure chuckles, flicking her head up, her hood moving back slightly, showing off some of her facial features.
|z| ?? |z|
"... I’ve been stalking your tracks, waiting in your shadow... And i want you. And i need you. And I was waiting for you … "
Poison grins.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Your a fan, I get it… "
The figure leans back, laughing loudly… Her hood falling down in the process… as a gasp rings throughout the arena... And from Poison.
Hazel eyes, shadowed heavily by black eyeliner, scaling down her cheeks gracefully. Crimson red hair, dripping with that bitterly cold rain which continues to hurdle down, slamming onto her car hood. The most evil of expression layered gently across her face. Cool and collected, yet something that’d make even the bravest of men gulp down hard and turn away.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Dark HalO?… "
And she’s right.
With a malicious grin, HalO slithers down the hood, her feet hitting the cold, wet concrete hard. Her eyes never leave Poison and never lose any intensity. As her long crimson hair hangs limp in front of her face, HalO flicks it back, stray droplets flying through the air. Poison watches… stunned?...Shocked?... Scared?... Or captivated.
The Queen of Kaos glares at her enemy, eyes never flinching from that brutal contact which she holds with her. She speaks… that rich British accent so very desirable.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... A fan of you?… "
HalO grins, stepping closer to Poison, looking her up and down disgracefully.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Would I admire such a disgusting specimen as yourself?... Your abusive tongue? Your pathetic bravado?… The only reason I know so much about you… The only reason I’m here… Is because I am evil… "
HalO stops… Grinning…
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"...Oh.. excuse me… What an understatement… "
HalO leans forward, whispering.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... I am your worst fucking nightmare. "
HalO glares at Poison, taking a cigarette from her pocket, placing it between her lips and lighting it… her eyes never leaving the whore before her. She takes in a drag.. slowly letting the smoke flow over her lips as she whispers.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Now get the fuck away from my truck… "
HalO turns, walking back towards her vehicle. Only to be stopped. Poison lashes out quickly, grabbing hold of HalO’s long red hair, and pulling her back. Glaring at her rival… poison grins.. slowly sliding her tongue against HalO’s wet, tanned skin, trailing it up to her ear before gently whispering…
|z| Poison |z|
"...You don’t scare me HalO… I’m not like the rest of these whiny ass bitches around here who think that you’re a queen. I think you’re pathetic... I think your worthless… I think…. "
HalO chuckles, taking hold of Poisons hand which grasps onto her hair. Spinning her around, she clutches her arm up behind her back, then slams her into the side of the car. Poison squirms as HalO takes a drag from her cigarette, twisting the forgotten viruses’ arm slightly. Poison squeals in pain, her face pressed firmly against the cold glass window of HalO’s truck.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... I think you’ve said too much… I think you’ve forgotten who I am…. I think you’ve forgotten that you were always last on the food chain Billy, the lesser species. And after all these years of listening to your cum stained mouth bitch and whine about how you deserve so much better… I’m just looking for an excuse to fuck up your pretty little face… "
Poison grins, squirming, trying to break free. HalO tightens her grip on Poisons arm, blowing smoke into the cold air around her as she does so. Poison winces, whispering.
|z| Poison |z|
"...But… your forgetting…. I’m.. your boss.…. "
HalO grins, whispering back.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Even Mak would laugh in your face for saying that… "
Poison takes a hard breath.
|z| Poison |z|
"... I’m not Mak… so get the fuck off me! You’re part of my team and I control you…. "
HalO pauses a second… seemingly waiting for the grin to finish appearing on her face. Gracefully she takes a drag from her cigarette, throwing it to the floor….
…Then quickly jolts Poison back, only to slam her forward again, holding her hand on the back of her head and slamming it hard into the glass window of her truck. The glass shatters all over the passenger seat as Poison gulps. HalO drags Poison closer pulling her back by her arm.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... I’m a predator child… No one controls me anymore… "
HalO laughs slightly, Throwing Poison to the floor. HalO looks down at her enemy, eyes glowing profusely with hatred.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... But you already knew that… "
Raising her eyebrow slightly, HalO continues.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Now get the fuck away from my truck… "
HalO shakes her head at Poison as she lights up another cigarette and jumps into her truck. Poison sits on the cold, wet ground, looking up at the roaring truck, glaring down at the blood on her hands as the scene fades to black…
|z| .Stop. |z|
[/b]|z| .And from this moment onwards, together we unite. More Destructive then a tornado, more ruthless then a blaze and more unforgiving then a disease. Your eyes may be locked on target and your heart may be in the right place… Yet your fate shall forever lie in my hands. Because I am everything you love everything you despise, everything you long to be yet will never be able to attain. To reach a level of such… such perfection isn’t an easy thing to do. And my darling, you shall never achieve this.... .|z|
...So Stop trying...
Screaming thunder drifts through the eerie night as a bitter chill spikes the air. Flickering lights, glorious bright flickering lights illuminate the scene and in an instant… the adrenaline is pulsing. A storm sits heavily over the once peaceful city, stirring it into an uncontrollable chaos. People scatter across the paving, their sore feet slamming against the deep puddles, flooding their shoes with dirty water and dampening their spirits. Hair grasping limply to their bodies, clothes dripping wet with disappointment as they race to the warm, dry havens to seek some kind of closure and relax in their homes. It’s pretty sad to see how distraught such a beautiful thing has made people. If one was to stop and glaze blissfully upon this grand display of Mother Nature at her best, they would be almost mesmerized.
And in this chaos; in this beautiful destruction stands a figure. Not crouched behind a building. Not hiding behind their hood. Not sheltered in any way from the storm… is a figure.
Looking up into the rain drops as they hurdle into her eyes. Her skin stinging from the cold, sending waves of goose bumps across her skin making it sensitive and tantalizing to even the most tender of caresses. Her senses all intensified her breathing fast yet deep. Running her fingers through her dripping hair, a sigh escapes her sultry, pouted lips. Oh, quivering body of such lustful fantasies. Her short tartan skirt drip, drip, dripping down her legs, the pale rain drops slithering down her sensual legs, teasing each inch of her skin as she grins to her self.
The camera pans in a little more, the teasing of this beautiful woman becoming almost unbearable!
Raising an eyebrow, her eyes hit the camera… and they hit the camera with a thud.
The beautiful storm around her, one of the many wonders of the world happening with such grace surrounding her, yet at that moment when her eyes hit that lens... everything else but her becomes meaningless.
For she is perfection. She Is Poison.
A sickening grin slips onto her alluring face as the lucky raindrops cascade an angelic trail down her body. Those lucky raindrops following, outlining every curve of her body, teasing her every skin cell, so very cold… a pain surging through her body which is often mistaken for pleasure.
A shiver flows through her body as she lets out a lusty sigh. Oh the pleasure flowing through her veins right now is completely indescribable. Lust combined with pride in twined within her as she runs her hands over her wet, dripping body, her fingertips beckoning her provocative pale skin. Poison’s eyes flicker up, her black make-up descending down her cheeks slightly; however her passionate red lips stay perfect. What a curse this beauty has become.
Biting her bottom lip passionately, a sadistic grin spreads itself across this enchanting evil’s face. Looking up into the sky, she speaks… Her soothingly passionate husky voice flowing through the air, however, bitterly broken by that disgustingly abusive Texan accent.
|z| Poison |z|
" A breathtaking display of just what nature can do if she puts her mind to it… The loathsome thunder ravaging murderously against that poor lifeless pavement; the shards of concrete tossing around in the air like droplets of blood from a wound. "
A passionate sigh escapes her sultry lips as this Goddess looks back to the camera, eyes forever burning with hatred.
|z| Poison |z|
"..Oh... When did destruction become to exhilarating? It’s murdering every last breath inside my body, keeping it ransom, torturing me... Yet I can’t seem to drag myself away... I can’t manage to step into shelter… I can’t seem to leave the chaos alone. "
A sickening, sadistic grin spreads across Poison’s face as she looks deep into the camera lens, her voice switching to that of a low whisper.
|z| Poison |z|
"...But you already knew that. "
She struts forward, biting her bottom lip lustfully as those silky rain drops slither down every inch of her body.
|z| Poison |z|
"...It’s funny... "
Poison grins, raising her eyebrow slightly, sliding her tongue gently against her top lip before she continues.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Evil has a shape and form. It has a life. It lives and it breaths and it takes and it thrives and it pulses with energy. It’s been staring you in the face for so damn long, and none of you have every realized it..... "
She treads in the puddles, the cold water bitterly stinging to her legs. She flinches slightly, grinning to herself, laughing evilly as she speaks.
|z| Poison |z|
"...It’s been teasing your children. It’s been haunting your nightmares. It’s been stalking your tracks, waiting in your shadow... And it wants you. And it needs you. And it’s waiting for you... "
Poison smiles into the dead night, the rain the only movement apart from her own. Folding her arms across her chest, her head flicks from left to right, as she strides her way closer to her destination.
|z| Poison |z|
"...It’s been reading your thoughts, and analyzing, predicting, planning your next move... "
Poison slows her pace, eyes focusing on the camera.
|z| Poison |z|
"...And by now… it knows you better then you know yourself... "
She chuckles smugly, walking at her normal pace.
|z| Poison |z|
"...So now your scared, shaking in your boots and have no idea where or what to look for... "
Poison approaches the XVI car park area, the rain still pounding down on her fragile frame. She smiles, surveying the car park slowly as she continues to walk. Her eyes flicker from the lamp standing alone by the sidewalk, to the Xvi sign on the head of the building.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Evil is beautiful. Her eyes burn with passion and intensity, yet they could melt your heart in a second... "
A sick grin spreads onto her face as she speaks, her rich Texan accent spitting past her lips. She stops in her tracks, eyes flickering around her, catching the camera lens occasionally… but when she does, it becomes oh so meaningful.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Her body is sensual, her touch will bring goose bumps in an instant… She is perfect in every imaginable way. "
Poison chuckles to herself.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Her voice is desirable. She’s intelligent, agile, yet fierce and ruthless. She is everything a woman should be… "
The Manic Machiavellian runs her fingers through her black tangled hair, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She opens her mouth to speak again… yet... Is interrupted?
|z| ?? |z|
"...You’re too kind child… "
Poison stops, turning her head to where the voice apparently came from. She raises her eyebrow, glaring at a red pick up truck… with someone seated on the hood. They are covered completely by a cloak, yet smoke is seen flowing gracefully from their lips.
Poison steps forward, tilting her head to the side slightly.
|z| Poison |z|
"...s’cuse me looker, but I was talking about myself… "
She places her hands on her hips, glaring maliciously towards the cloaked figure. Gently, a-oh-so-dreamy laugh escapes the figure. And they speak again.
|z| ?? |z|
"...Oh really?... Well, then you missed out that evil must have a complete lack of education, dress like a hooker … "
Poison looks completely shocked… The figure leans forward, a single strand of hair escaping that hood… A single strand of dripping hair… A single stand of red…dripping hair.
|z| ?? |z|
"... And spends most of her time, laying on her back … "
Shaking her head, Poison steps forward… then stops.. grinning.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Yall seem to know a lot about me… Yall a stalker or something … "
The figure chuckles, flicking her head up, her hood moving back slightly, showing off some of her facial features.
|z| ?? |z|
"... I’ve been stalking your tracks, waiting in your shadow... And i want you. And i need you. And I was waiting for you … "
Poison grins.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Your a fan, I get it… "
The figure leans back, laughing loudly… Her hood falling down in the process… as a gasp rings throughout the arena... And from Poison.
Hazel eyes, shadowed heavily by black eyeliner, scaling down her cheeks gracefully. Crimson red hair, dripping with that bitterly cold rain which continues to hurdle down, slamming onto her car hood. The most evil of expression layered gently across her face. Cool and collected, yet something that’d make even the bravest of men gulp down hard and turn away.
|z| Poison |z|
"...Dark HalO?… "
And she’s right.
With a malicious grin, HalO slithers down the hood, her feet hitting the cold, wet concrete hard. Her eyes never leave Poison and never lose any intensity. As her long crimson hair hangs limp in front of her face, HalO flicks it back, stray droplets flying through the air. Poison watches… stunned?...Shocked?... Scared?... Or captivated.
The Queen of Kaos glares at her enemy, eyes never flinching from that brutal contact which she holds with her. She speaks… that rich British accent so very desirable.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... A fan of you?… "
HalO grins, stepping closer to Poison, looking her up and down disgracefully.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Would I admire such a disgusting specimen as yourself?... Your abusive tongue? Your pathetic bravado?… The only reason I know so much about you… The only reason I’m here… Is because I am evil… "
HalO stops… Grinning…
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"...Oh.. excuse me… What an understatement… "
HalO leans forward, whispering.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... I am your worst fucking nightmare. "
HalO glares at Poison, taking a cigarette from her pocket, placing it between her lips and lighting it… her eyes never leaving the whore before her. She takes in a drag.. slowly letting the smoke flow over her lips as she whispers.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Now get the fuck away from my truck… "
HalO turns, walking back towards her vehicle. Only to be stopped. Poison lashes out quickly, grabbing hold of HalO’s long red hair, and pulling her back. Glaring at her rival… poison grins.. slowly sliding her tongue against HalO’s wet, tanned skin, trailing it up to her ear before gently whispering…
|z| Poison |z|
"...You don’t scare me HalO… I’m not like the rest of these whiny ass bitches around here who think that you’re a queen. I think you’re pathetic... I think your worthless… I think…. "
HalO chuckles, taking hold of Poisons hand which grasps onto her hair. Spinning her around, she clutches her arm up behind her back, then slams her into the side of the car. Poison squirms as HalO takes a drag from her cigarette, twisting the forgotten viruses’ arm slightly. Poison squeals in pain, her face pressed firmly against the cold glass window of HalO’s truck.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... I think you’ve said too much… I think you’ve forgotten who I am…. I think you’ve forgotten that you were always last on the food chain Billy, the lesser species. And after all these years of listening to your cum stained mouth bitch and whine about how you deserve so much better… I’m just looking for an excuse to fuck up your pretty little face… "
Poison grins, squirming, trying to break free. HalO tightens her grip on Poisons arm, blowing smoke into the cold air around her as she does so. Poison winces, whispering.
|z| Poison |z|
"...But… your forgetting…. I’m.. your boss.…. "
HalO grins, whispering back.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Even Mak would laugh in your face for saying that… "
Poison takes a hard breath.
|z| Poison |z|
"... I’m not Mak… so get the fuck off me! You’re part of my team and I control you…. "
HalO pauses a second… seemingly waiting for the grin to finish appearing on her face. Gracefully she takes a drag from her cigarette, throwing it to the floor….
…Then quickly jolts Poison back, only to slam her forward again, holding her hand on the back of her head and slamming it hard into the glass window of her truck. The glass shatters all over the passenger seat as Poison gulps. HalO drags Poison closer pulling her back by her arm.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... I’m a predator child… No one controls me anymore… "
HalO laughs slightly, Throwing Poison to the floor. HalO looks down at her enemy, eyes glowing profusely with hatred.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... But you already knew that… "
Raising her eyebrow slightly, HalO continues.
|z| Dark HalO |z|
"... Now get the fuck away from my truck… "
HalO shakes her head at Poison as she lights up another cigarette and jumps into her truck. Poison sits on the cold, wet ground, looking up at the roaring truck, glaring down at the blood on her hands as the scene fades to black…
|z| .Stop. |z|
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