Post by fyreangel on Oct 9, 2008 17:31:12 GMT -4
oc: gonna try something a little different trevor knows I used to do this ALOT)
::Not many people know my past, or I should say lack there of. perfect family perfect world, pfft yeah right, that night I never did figure out how I ended up on the wrong side of the tracks here in Dallas, but one thing's for sure I was glad someone was looking out for me. At one point the camera shifts as teh video feed from earlier shows yours truely standing in front of a burnt down victorian style home back in dallas one half of the tag team champions the tag title over my shoulder::
"Not much I could do. watching the one place I called home burn with it burned the body and dark soul of a man, taking an innocent life with him"
::Thoughts: had I really been that desparate to escape only to forget her? nah, you had too you couldnt stand the thought of him beating on you, maybe its for the better.::
::I stood staring up at the charred remains that was my home remembering that I had a match with streets wilson. I shook my head hiking the tag team championship up over my right shoulder as a sinster laugh escaping my throat::
"Streets wilson. wannabe thug,pfft please the stuff you do is minor at best. tell me something mr streets have you ever slit a man's throat and watch him slowly bleed to death? or have you poured karosene over a dumb blonde bimbo's head and lit her up like a fourth of july display?. I didnt think so"
::I shook my head making my way out the cast iron gate not looking back my now raven black hair flowing behind me like a dark sinster banner as I walk out to a NEW Suzuki GSX-R after Royce and his fuckbuddy Hardporn kid managed to destroy my bike. I hung the title belt over the handlebars as I got myself adjusted swinging my long legs over the bike starting it::
"Most people worry that I'm a bad influence, haha, and why would they be worried you might ask? well maybe its because of the violent tendancies or the fact that I enjoy watching people suffer, I havent quite figured it out yet."
--few minutes later--
"is or I should say was, my battlefield. I would hae been one more statistic in the dallas hall of Records. One more missing person not found one more body laying unidentified."
::I turn making my way out of the alley glancing over my shoulder still focused on the camera::
:: I blow a kiss to the camera smiling like the dark angel that I am before heading out of the alley the camera fading sending chills of the spines of anyone who was watching::
[/"Not much I could do. watching the one place I called home burn with it burned the body and dark soul of a man, taking an innocent life with him"
::Thoughts: had I really been that desparate to escape only to forget her? nah, you had too you couldnt stand the thought of him beating on you, maybe its for the better.::
::I stood staring up at the charred remains that was my home remembering that I had a match with streets wilson. I shook my head hiking the tag team championship up over my right shoulder as a sinster laugh escaping my throat::
"Streets wilson. wannabe thug,pfft please the stuff you do is minor at best. tell me something mr streets have you ever slit a man's throat and watch him slowly bleed to death? or have you poured karosene over a dumb blonde bimbo's head and lit her up like a fourth of july display?. I didnt think so"
::I shook my head making my way out the cast iron gate not looking back my now raven black hair flowing behind me like a dark sinster banner as I walk out to a NEW Suzuki GSX-R after Royce and his fuckbuddy Hardporn kid managed to destroy my bike. I hung the title belt over the handlebars as I got myself adjusted swinging my long legs over the bike starting it::
"Most people worry that I'm a bad influence, haha, and why would they be worried you might ask? well maybe its because of the violent tendancies or the fact that I enjoy watching people suffer, I havent quite figured it out yet."
::I sat in silence closing my eyes hearing a voice in my head::
[glow=blue,2,300]
:: I kick up a hugh cloud of smoke and leave the now silent remments of my past heading down the street.as the camera fades out::
[glow=blue,2,300]
"Violent tendancies? hardly."
[/glow]::I smirked still looking at the camera reving the motor a few times::
"Streets you're in my territory now.
:: I kick up a hugh cloud of smoke and leave the now silent remments of my past heading down the street.as the camera fades out::
--few minutes later--
::the camera fades in on a darkened ally the feed from earlier still playing as I walk throught the alley trash cans clanking around me the scream of a little girl echoes in my ears the stench of beer suddenly surrounds me as I drop to my knees covering my ears and shaking my head violently the noise and voices in my head suddenly stopping as I look up at the camera::
"This is where I ended up after the fire, streets tell me something you take great pleasure in what chaos you cause, right? hahaha thought so. me on the other hand I take graet pride in teh bloody ahndiwork I do but you know I cant take all the credit you see that spatter of dried blood on taht concrete wall? tht would be the start of my training to harness those violent tendancies."
:: I smirk now on my feet. the sound of wood against skull in my ears again I look around to seen ghost images of trevor and his sister Kristina both standing over three unconsciencous thugs as a young girl looks on. the Images fade. now again turning my attention back to the camera as the dim light reflects off the tag team title now over my shoulder::
"Streets there's a reason they say I'm sinfully dangerous. there's a reason I'm called [glow=red,2,300]Fyre Angel[/glow]. I'm not some little girl hiding behind a nickname this..."
:: I hold out my arms and gesture around.:::
:: I hold out my arms and gesture around.:::
"is or I should say was, my battlefield. I would hae been one more statistic in the dallas hall of Records. One more missing person not found one more body laying unidentified."
::I turn making my way out of the alley glancing over my shoulder still focused on the camera::
"I am [glow=red,2,300]Satan's daughter[/glow], [glow=red,2,300]the goddess of hell[/glow], The Angel sent to show you your true calling. above all, streets, I am the one who's judgement means most in the courtroom of hell and you will be the next to get tried, sentenced, convicted as well as excuted come shockwave."
:: I blow a kiss to the camera smiling like the dark angel that I am before heading out of the alley the camera fading sending chills of the spines of anyone who was watching::
