the book of truth Said:http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=6523 - Alexandra Callaway, "Celestial Awakening"



Alexandra had a chance to defeat Rayne, a young man, who if he could harness the chaos inside his head, could find his way in this industry. But not tonight, tonight would be hers... "I am the steward of my own destiny, I am the captain of my fate." ...True, she had lost to Eli, had been crucified well, had a nail driven through her hand. So had Mystica, she was honored that he did that for her. He proved a point to her, and even though they were millions of miles away, whenever she looked at her hand, he was with her.... "Rayne, darling little man. You can poke at the fact that Nova and I ended over the fact that I stood up for a friend. You can poke at the fact that Eli crucified me. It will not change what will happen in the ring tomorrow." She takes time to pause, no anger or hatred fills her voice. "Rayne, things happen in people's lives for a reason. Eli was trying to open my eyes. All that hatred I had, all that anger. When that nail went through my hand, it was gone, when the nail pierced my skin. And the compassion of a man, who has no clue what he's done for me. For what he has shown me. A new life can begin..."

Alexandra looked out the window again. Soon...all too soon she would step into the ring, and the battle of a lifetime would begin. Her road to redemption, and path began in the stars. She took a deep breath and began to speak again, this time focusing on the fact that if she was to defeat Rayne, she could be facing off against Nova again. "Nova, I know you will hear this transmission, I know that the all seeing ones have cameras on us. They were not foolish. Know this, I do not hate you, I do not wish to see you destroyed. I simply wish you the best. However, when I get into that ring? I will not be backing down. I will come at you with everything I have inside me."



With that... her image fades from view.

--regardless of what these cretins think? i thank you, ally-cat. for releasing me. long live the queen--


http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=13719 - "Tourniquet",K | http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=13248 - "Celestial Reawakening", Mother Martyr

http://www.xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=6524 | r, Sept. '13 -- "iAm The Pilot of this SpaceShip (Soul Wars)" | http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=12903 | R, Whatever Time A Couple Months Ago Or So, 'Note To NAZI'

http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=13204 -- D.S., pt.1: Calm B4 The Show | http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=13213 -- D.S., pt.2 of many: A New Storm on The Horizon | xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=13408 -- D.S., pt.2 of many: Monday Night Sadness | http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=13370

(07-07-2014, 05:17 PM)john madison Said: This is great, can't wait for part 3.

http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=6302 | Eli James the IVth. -- "The Invite"

(09-13-2013, 12:15 AM)$hane Anonistrator (posting on raynes behalf cuz he was a douche bag) Said: ooc note (from said douche bag)\\ after reading the feedback my first roleplay received, i've made some changes. i am no longer using colored text, unless i feel it calls for it, such as bold, red font in certain instances. and... jess? i'm sorry. i know i refer to my writing far too much, and, well... i take things too seriously. this game, e-fedding. it's what began my passion for writing. and it's because i had fun doing it. i've lost that... but i'm hoping to regain it. the attitude in this roleplay is a stark contrast compared to the first.

i hope you all enjoy... at least, better than the first... //ooc

R: Okay, at this point? You may be wondering, OH, is she gonna change her name to 'Eleanor James The Third', or maybe we're gonna see Eli James The First appear and HE'S The Higher Power, shut the fuck up you nitwits. Maddy... the wait is over.




"Dear Shelby, Pt. 3: Let freedom ring."

the book of myst Said:“...it’s less important about where I have been… It’s more important about where I am now.”

~ R. ~


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Early morning. Bombs bursting in the air. I stood within The Temple. The Temple I'd revealed to the world the night I sent Nathanial a message... But in Truth? It was much more than a note to Nath. It was a warning shot, fired for the world to see. A 'weather forecast', reporting the end of a 'storm'...and the Rise of a Monster. A newsflash, heralding the Second Coming of a beast... A beast I knew these people were nowhere near prepared for. The Temple is my sanctuary. A place far removed from "The Church" I'd spent my time in as 'Rayne'. He prophesied over a false Goddess... His 'true love', Krystal. Reborn under the name 'Alexis'. He worshipped the ground she walked on... Even as she tore his heart apart, stamped upon it, and left him One Step Closer to the edge.

Till the day he broke.... at the hands of a True Goddess. Callaway.

This was a truly sacred place, unlike that laughable excuse I'd forced myself to build within the confines of the 'Mac Manor'. His so-called 'temple' was laughable at best... and he spoke to an audience of toys. I speak to the multitudes... the millions... The People. The men and women who are tired of the games, tires of the jokes. "The Church" was akin to a McDonald's, built hastily, with little thought, little focus. Very little desire left in the tank. Rushed together, and delievered with all the fire of A Big Machurridly microwaved and shoved inside a "Happy Meal". Tiny plastic toy in tow. A toy named 'Krys'... A 'goddess' Rayne worshipped, a gal he 'believed' in... A gal that murdered his spirit, and tore him to shreds. A little girl who proved to be nothing more than a pawn to be played.




"The Temple", on the other hand? This was sacred ground, built with a firm hand, steadied desire. A cleansed mind and purified heart, bathed within the fire. Every piece well planned, guided by Her Light. Preparing for the battle ahead, a war waged every night. Under a sea of stars, I spent days on end. Bringing the bricks together, making the blocks blend. I gazed upon my finished work, knowing it as one of many. The first of many projects in her name, to lead the path to plenty. Riches and rewards, reaped from the mouth of hell. In Her Eyes, risen from the underworld, no soul left inside to sell. This was my MasterCraft, the foundation for my future. Bringing the puzzle together, gazing upon the picture. Reborn within The Vortex, I feel this desire burn higher. The end of the beginning. With help from Sister Fyr.

"Every day I watched, as you worsened with age.
Till the day the tidal wave rolled in, turning the page,
To the next chapter, found in a different book,
That you tried to burn. ...But take a closer look."

I stood upon my throne, the one she'd built for me many moons ago... Awaiting my return. I slid the palm of my hand down the side of the armrest, feeling its smooth surface beneath my touch... It was good to feel again. To truly, wholly feel, the numbness slowly residing. Every day, I grew stronger, the fire within rising. Every passing moment, I could feel the flame feeding me, burning, fueling the passion and determination to step back into the squared-circle... Only this Time? I'd be me. The REAL me, the me within 'me', that clawed its way to the surface, moment by moment, second...by bloody second. When the day arrived, when The Truth was revealed? I knew, I just KNEW... that each and every last one of them would be left stunned. Just like the day I sent 'The Deity's Dragon' hurtling over the edge of a triple decker cell structure. I knew, In That Moment? Their eyes would be opened. Their voices would be silenced. The doubt would be laid to rest along with The Storm, and my beginning would come to a close.

...The Show would end. The 'go'? Would begin. And these people would be left... cheering every second. Believe it.

"You'll find me piece together the pages you ripped apart.
Guided by the force of your broken heart.
The Rayne washed away, replaced by a hurricane,
Our scars leading the pathway to a brand new day."

I listened. I heard the fireworks outside... It sounded like freedom. From the past, from the shackles of a memory. Nevermore to be cast aside. This day was Ours. As I heard the sky outside fill with fire, I felt the desire raging within. I heard them calling, raising their voices, raising their fists, lifting their fingers... in 'my' direction. Calling for a stake, a guillotine, whatever was handy. ...Their fuel allowed me to break through those chains. I was ready, WE, were ready. Ego Me Bello, I against i...And I had won. I stood from the throne, I collected a few items... My black baseball bat. My trench. A rolled joint, two letters and a video tape. The letters, written by my 'Cousins'... Jimmy-K and Dan Thrakkz, aka? Fyr and Ice. Another, a video edit of the Madison Square Garden Madness we were tossed out of... composed by one of my best friends. Ice. And the other? Written by my 'sister', HTC.

Harlequin, Toni, Callaway... no relation. I lifted a recorder to my mouth: "Note to self... find a picture of Buster and Babs"... And now, it was time. Time for my message to Miss Cobra. One I was hoping she would be ready for. I remembered a day... a day long ago. A day where a man named James spoke of a gal by the name of Alexandra. Telling her she was a strong woman... At the time, I felt as if he was a respectable, honorable being, with a message that spoke volumes. At the time, I felt as if those words were a compliment, shouting to the world 'Women can do anything men can do, look at where she led us. To the top' ...Now? I realize.... 'For a woman'....those words may as well have poured from that man's mouth with every other sentence he spat from those big, blubbery, grease-encrusted lips of his....

Words such as 'use', which is PRECISELY what he did. All he ever wished to do was use Ally-cat as a pawn. I looked into his eyes, I saw a leader. I heard his words and I took them as gospel. Now? I look into his eyes....and I see a broken man. A liar, a thief, and a man that will fall with Time. I can only pray it isn't at the hands of Azrael, or Sebastian, or Eli Jesse James The Fifth... but to a person, a PERSON.....a strong, independant person who could kick the ever-loving hell out of any man on this roster on Any Given Monday {?}. In your piece, you spoke of how people compared you to 'roles'... Well, allow me to divulge a bit of 'intel' your way... I have been playing a role this entire time.

--note2self:insert dennis miller fer who knows why00 ....buffering--


............ I headed toward the chamber door, grasping the handle in my hand, as I slowly turned the knob. I stepped through the door, into the crisp night air... Breathing in heavily. I lifted the joint to my lips, and took a slow, deep drag... before exhaling into the sky above me. Thank Goddess Almighty... We are free at last.


"Consider this-- Message received, loud and clear. NOW... can I get an Amen?"

#EndAhead--



|you're just an empty cage girl, if you kill the bird|

“Some people are afraid of what they might find if they try to analyze themselves too much, but you have to crawl into your wounds to discover where your fears are. Once the bleeding starts, the cleansing can begin.”

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“It’s the Iron Bank. …You can’t run from them, you can’t cheat them, you can’t sway them with excuses.

"If you owe them money, and you don't want to crumble yourself? You pay them back."

~ TYWIN











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