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 Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:11 pm
Matt chuckled.
"K.J... Chill out, man... Let her do what she wants... But don't worry, I started weed before high-school... So seeya."
Matt began to move backwards, a slight smirk on his face.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:14 pm
"And were did it get you?" ask K.J. "Rehab by the age of fifteen? I have feeling if we look at your lungs they would be black as tar."
Kodiak just shook his head
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:15 pm
 When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
Her eyes widened as she watched it be crushed, and her eyes suddenly narrowed. She tossed the camera to the side, raven hair against her silken cheeks as she stared at K.J. How dare he say those things, especially when he didn't even know her! High School!? She stopped, her eyes of fury softening and a frown on her face. Yet she quickly pushed it aside and stared at him, then at the other who called himself Kodiak.
"Lets get somethin' straight between you and me K.J. You don't know me, you never will know me, get it? What I do with my life has nothing to do with ya', and the High School thing? Ha! I was fine in High School!"
Oh what a huge lie. She didn't even know her past! All she remembered was honestly and literally a few months ago waking up in the streets of Atlanta, and living with some old hobo, finally got noticed and sent here with the federation giving her some clothes and such that she liked. Where she lived and slept was the locker room in the arena, she had no car, no actual home...No family.
Yet these dimwits didn't need to know that, and she never will tell them for not even the General Manager knew. Her past was a complete mystery, even to herself. But everyone went to Highschool, right? So, maybe she was telling the truth...But, who really knew? How she got her name was Desdemona came from the greek word 'Of The Devil' which the old man called her when he saw her street fight. Nightingale came from her sweet voice that reminded him that of a singing nightingale bird. Which that became her last name. Her real name, like her past, was unknown...
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:20 pm
"You may have been ask this a million time in your life." says K.J. as he didn't listen to a word of Demon rant "Why are your eyes Gray? Because I can tell alot people lifes by their eyes. Like their future and past. But, with you its all murky like...like you don't know yourself."
Kodiak tilted his head in confusin this too deep for him and he begins to think about bunnies running away from evil carrots.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:26 pm
When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
Demon glared at him, looking down at the ground, and then back at him. Why were her eyes Gray? Well, isn't it a rare eyecolor? It was probably inherited! Or...Whatever they call it. She folded her arms across her chest, holding her head high.
"I know myself better than anyone in this godforsaken place...Now, instead of trying to make a fool of yourself, go talk about strip-clubs and junk guys talk about with your friend here."
She didn't mean any harm to Kodiak, he didn't make her mad. But he was the only one around at the time that was another guy, so it didn't really matter. She turned around, hopefully going to get prepared for that match she was heading to later on that night...
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
{Oh..My God...Bunnies running from evil carrots...I LOVE IT!}
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:35 pm
Kodiak was watching the carrots absorb the rabbits by their roots then he was suddenly snapped back to this conversation going on, after he heard strip clubs. Kodiak learned from his friends Strip clubs are made off crabs and lonely business man. Kodiak rush in front of Demon
“Hold on miss, I dislike going to those whore houses you called strip clubs.” says Kodiak “If I learn from anything from KJ, those girls in there are like you in way.”
K.J. covered Kodiak’s mouth with his hand to shut him up
“Don’t listen to my friend there about the last thing.” says K.J. with a warm smile “Kodiak and I am those special kinds of guys, we actually try to get to know the woman and not just as a piece of meat.”
Kodiak nodded his head
K.J. growls “Don’t lick me”
“Sorry” said Kodiak muffle
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:49 pm
When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
She ignored the two, the comment though making her even worse. Like her? They compared HER to a whore?...Well, was she a whore? She shook her head, only to keep walking. She turned a hallway and opened her locker room door, slamming it behind her. The light was dim, a black leather couch in the center with a glass coffee table infront of it. Candles littered the room, the carpet a deep maroon. The walls were a gray color, a bathroom located in the back of the locker room. She had a small fridge, small table with three chairs, all those black. At the back of the room sat a bookshelf with blank bookcovers, yet inside all of the books were handwritten pages, done by her.
Of course, a black covered book sat on the glass table, a black pen in the center. Writing was already inside, which looked like a cross between cursive and chicken-scratch. How it was readable, well only god knows how. She picked it up, placing the book in her lap as she began writing in it once more. Her black hair covered abit of her face, the only sound being the pen's point against the white blank paper. The deep smell of drug lingered, her 'items' well hidden. The perfect sanctuary. Demon's gray glazed eyes never left the book, yet tears started to form.
She was already breaking down and it wasn't even her full week yet. Oh the hell she was supposed to pull off being here was beyond her. She didn't fit in, everyone having some form of past or memory to fall back to. What the hell did she have? Anger began to burn in her eyes, the pen finally stopping as it dropped to the ground. The female pulled up her legs, throwing the book to the side of the room as her slender hands pulled the sides of her hair, eyes now closed, no tears daring to fall in fear of what may happen..
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 9:22 am
"Great Kodiak, like a whore?" says K.J. "She is nothing like a whore. She is like blank surface wanting to be change for better not for the worst."
"I was trying to help." says Kodiak as he kicked can on the ground
"When you help two things happen. One you get owed or two somehow you get a championship belt." says K.J. "Either way I think you made her cry."
"You're the one that was talking all prophate like." says Kodiak "You open her heart to more pain then she wanted or thats what it looks like."
"I think I seen freezie station around here." says K.J.
K.J. and Kodiak went looking for thie so called Freezie Station. Crying could be heard in the background.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 12:03 pm
When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
"I've been looking in the mirror for so long
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces fallen, shatter
Shards of me, too sharp to put back together
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her and I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe no more
Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirit's well
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child
Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever
And all of this will make sense when I get better
I know the difference between myself and my reflection
I just can't help but to wonder
Which of us do you love so I bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe no
Bleed, I bleed
And I breathe, I breathe
I breathe, I breathe no more...."
Soft, angelic...The simply beauty of one's voice was mystifying on levels one could not even imagine. The female lay on the black leather couch, gray eyes closed as a silver hand held mirror sat upon the glass table, the mirror's glass broken. Pieces of it had fallen to the floor, some stained in light blood. Demon laid there though, left arms in the air above her, her hand coiled lightly as if to cup something. Her knuckles were stained with crimson that ran down her arm in slow streams, her thin lips pressed together gently as the song had ended.
Raven locks fell over her shoulders, tights showing crazily. Her head moved slowly to glance at the cracked mirror, then at her locker room door to insure no one came in. Glancing back at the mirror, she stared at her reflection, cracked and twisted. It wasn't anything new really, the simple fact of the image in the mirror showing how she truly felt. Broken, missing. The list went on, which caused her to close her eyes and tilt her head back up so if she were to open her eyes, she would stare at the ceiling.
She didn't really meet anyone new. Scott and Swat seemed pretty cool, but the fact that she didn't go up and talk with them counted them out. The other wrestlers, well. She didn't really run into any. The match she was to be in though tonight would be able to get her anger and emotions out though. A Hardcore royal rumble. How bad she wanted it to be was beyond words. Staple Guns, Stun Guns..Honestly they were abit too brutal for most, which caused them to be ban. Yet since Hardcore matches held 'no' rules, the possibilities were endless...As well as the depths of her mind..
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:13 pm
Kodiak was walking down the hallway when he heard windows breaking.
Kodiak says “I should go check this out. Just in cause some broke in this Locker room. I don’t want to blame for stuff missing.”
Kodiak walked up to room that sound came from
“Crap” says Kodiak
The room he is looking at is Demon’s locker room
K.J. walks up behind Kodiak “Kody, what are you doing?”
Kodiak slowly turns to see it was K.J. “Dude, you scared the crap out me.”
“Who do you think I was?” ask K.J.
“Probably Matt” joke Kodiak
Kodiak tries the door…lock
“Awesome” smile Kodiak
“What are you doing Kody?” ask K.J.
“Practicing” says Kodiak
“Practicing what?” ask K.J.
“You will see” says Kodiak
[Kodiak picks up lock pick gear and slowly works it…soft click]
“Be quiet and come in.” says Kodiak
Kodiak open the door slowly and just enough for them to slip in. Kodiak closed the door softly after K.J. enters the room. Kodiak and K.J. crawled in the room into the darkness corner and waited for something to happen
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:44 pm
When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
At the sound of her door opening, Demon glanced over, eyes narrow. She stood up, walking over to the door, the skirt flailing about her ankles as she stood infront of the door. Reaching down, she fiddled with the knob, only to watch as the door opened. She sneered, slamming the door shut again with her bloody hand before re-locking it. Turning around, she slid to the ground, back against the wooden door. her head hung low, blood still dripping. She looked slowly over at her busted knuckles before standing up.
Demon went over to the bathroom, turning on the light. Placing her left hand under the now rushing water from the sink, she watched the blood mix with the water, and was able to see the actual wounds. Turning off the water, she grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around her hand, holding the towel there with the same hand {which was now in a fist}. Turning off the light she walked back to the main part of her locker room, going over to where she had tossed the black book and placed it by the broken mirror.
Demon stepped on the pieces abit, crunching them up to smaller bits on the floor, yet obviously uncaring. The female was now coming down from the high, and she began flipping through her own diary, raven hair against her cheeks, gray eyes coming out of their glaze slowly. This wasn't right. Sitting down on the couch, she pulled the book into her lap, turning so she was laying down on her back, left arm over her head once again, white towel turning red.
"I forgot the day..But what does it matter? This place is crawling with people who think they are better than others, think that they have what it takes to make it in this god forsaken world. They know nothing. They don't have demons creeping behind every corner, stalking their every move. Oh no, they live their perfect little lives with their perfect little families and friends. What do they know about the real world right? They don't go through the pain I go through. These drugs are my only comfort, the only things that care for my very existence.
Everyone here are so caught in their own self that they don't pay attention to anything around them..Its sickening..."
Only a paragraph and a sentence she read aloud before closing the book and tossing it on the glass table, eyes closing as she took a deep breath. She couldn't even remember writing those very words..Well, kind of. She knew she was high, but when she wrote she let her mind take over, a way to express her own thoughts. To be honest she did remember, but only bits and pieces....
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:03 pm
K.J. hearing this very sad dairy entry from Demon, he had to something to show that she isn’t the only one with this problem. K.J. lost his memory after did something that he now regrets. K.J. slowly stood up behind the couch, he has to help her.
But, Kodiak on the other hand was too busy with the Demon’s stuff. Kodiak picked up blood soaked notebook off one of the many shelves and stuck inside his coat.
K.J. says as he placed his hand onto Demon’s right shoulder “I heard everything you just wrote down. You probably don’t remember a single word because I smell the drug you have been using in the air. But, you frankly don’t care right now. You want to know why I am in here. You may think I am freak or what ever. But, I don’t know anything from my past. I don’t remember my family or my child hood. Hell, I don’t know if I went to High school.”
K.J. walks around the couch “Well sort of, I know I was in school for my sophomore year. After that and before that everything is blurring and I can't see it.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:10 pm
When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
As soon as she felt the hand on her shoulder, she jumped and stared up at K.J., head tilted yet obviously an irritated look on her face. She listened, only to sit up from the couch and suddenly give him a low-blow with her wounded hand, but she didn't allow the pain to show.
"You come in my locker room..Ya' watch me, and you think you suddenly KNOW me!? I don't need anyone's help!"
Her hand pounded, and she stood up, staring at him and then at Kody near the book shelf.
"Hey! Get away from there!"
She snapped, storming over to the shelf and pushed Kodiak, only to glare at the two with a poisonous gaze.
"You guys wanna' do me a favor? Get out of here and leave me alone. If I need help, I'll get help, got it!?"
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:24 pm
Kodiak didn’t need to be asking twice and booked it out of Locker room. Kodiak left K.J. to the scorn of the woman.
K.J. using the arm of the couch as support “Damn, that hurt. But, my pain isn't anything you feeling right now in your sould. I understand were you coming from. I would be freaking out if I seen someone came out of the shadows of my locker room. I would strike them down too.”
K.J. coughed a little bit
“You don’t need any help?” says K.J. with a grin “That’s what I told doctors after-”
K.J. stopped himself and looked down at the glassed filled ground with a frown. He didn’t want to reveal the past he know, to this person who is still in denial about their own.
“You never want to be alone.” whisper K.J. "You become bitter and shell of your former shelf."
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 4:37 pm
When I first placed my hands on these diaries,
scraps of paper... there were notes and scribbles
She watched Kodiak flee the room, but then glanced at K.J. What was he rambling about this time? Demon shifted abit, listening. Doctors? Not knowing? He had a memory though..Even it was just one, he had something. She turned around, back towards him now as she gazed upon the many shelves with her diaries and such.
"Being alone isn't my problem...Now get out..."
Her voice was dark and cold, unlike before when it was more giddy when she had the camera. The slender frame of the woman seemed to be tense, yet limp at the same time, the white towel falling to the ground, red stains covering it. Once again the wounds were seen, the blood dripping to the ground and covering her long, slender fingers. Demon shifted her gaze back to the shelves, reaching up her right hand to run her fingers over the spines....
A lot of feelings came bubbling up
but mostly this one.. how the hell am I still alive?
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