Post by Ayla St. James on Aug 18, 2013 7:25:14 GMT
You can do it!
No, you can't.
You can do anything you put your mind to! You just gotta believe in yourself!
Belief in yourself doesn't make punches hurt any less. Putting your mind to that would only cause it to break.
If you tried your best, you're already a winner!
If you're best doesn't win, then it's not good enough. Loser.
Let the others say what they will! You're better than that!
The words sting you because each one of them is true.
You're beautiful!
You're a whore.
You're smart!
You're naive.
People love you!
Women hate you. Men just want to see your tits.
You have the respect of everyone you meet.
They all wish you'd drop dead.
You're an icon to young ladies everywhere! Living proof that they can all live their dreams!
You're a bitch who got her job by getting naked. You're a terrible influence and the reason why girls today are becoming two bit whores.
You should be proud of yourself.
You should hide yourself in a convent.. or jump off a bridge.
YOU'RE AMAZING!
YOU'RE WORTHLESS!
These are the words I heard.. as I cried myself to sleep and tried not to break..
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{Continued from the last rp. Ayla walked towards the doorframe where she was certain she'd seen something move, but her eyes could pick anything out of the stygian darkness. It was already evening, but the dark clouds covered what was left of the sun, and the impending storm had slowly suffocated all the light from the outside world. She was suddenly.. alone.}
Anyone there?
{Nothing.}
I may be small, but I can still kick your ass. So if you're robbing me, just admit it and maybe I'll just let you off without calling the police. They're real shoot first types after the bombing.
{Met with silence. Ayla reached the doorway, and peered all around. This hallway led to the guest bedroom and the living area, and was not furnished to allow a person to hide. The doors were all heavy oak, and would have made noise if they were opened. So when she didn't see anyone, she figured she just imagined it.}
Silly girl, jumping at shadows in your own house.
{Ayla hustled her way up the stairs, into the hall where the master bedroom was. She opened the door, and threw the duffel bag onto the bed, barely visible in the dark. She hit the light switch in the room, and found it to also not function.}
Holy tits, is everything in here broken? I'm going to have a laundry list of things to fix come tomorrow.
{She exhaled and walked carefully towards a side door of the room, sliding it open to reveal the master bathroom. She flicked the switch and found the light in here worked to perfection.}
Well, lights good.. now.. the water..
{She turned the handle of the walk in shower, and found that a stream of water spewed forth. Clear, perfect water, and the steam it gave off soon after appearing showed the temperature.}
Sweet sprinkles, least I'll have a hot shower. Hopefully our black out stuff is still in the closet. I need a flashlight pronto.
{Ayla stripped off her t-shirt and jeans, but thanks to the expert camera angles we see nothing innappropriate. Ayla steps through the big frosted glass door, and the camera shifts again until the bathroom mirror is in focus. For just a fraction of a second, there appeared to be what may have been a slender face. Then it was gone. And we fade on Ayla singing in the shower.}
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Tara is a ring legend, but you can beat her.
She's going to destroy you.
Amber is a great talent, but she doesn't have your experience.
She has all the skills and ruthlessness you don't have. It will be a bloodbath.
Ashley is just as focused on winning, you'll need to be in top form.
Ashley would eat you for breakfast and spit out your implants.
In a prison break, you need to conserve energy when you can.
You don't have the stamina. If you're first, you're fucked.
Just focus, and let them expend their energy trying to beat you.
You'll waste all your energy just keeping your shoulders off the mat.
You have the skills to win and survive, Kyle made sure of that.
He trains you, so you'll keep putting out. He has no faith.
The entire school has faith in you, that's why they'll be cheering for you.
Over Angel's wife or their prized student? No, they'll wait for you to be crushed.
Win here, and you'll be a champion! All that hard work paying off.
Oh, you'll get a nice view of that title when it's over Amber or Tara's shoulder at the school.
Even if you don't win, there'll be more chances, just keep trying.
Lose this and you might as well retire, you'll just be another has been.
You're young, you have a long career ahead of you.
You started way too late. You'll be retired before the next President swears in.
But no matter how hard it gets, remember.. YOU CAN DO THIS!
No matter how hard you try, YOU WILL ALWAYS FAIL!
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{Ayla's shower was over, and she just finished drying herself off and was in the process of sliding a t-shirt over her head. She walked over to the bathroom mirror, holding the small towel to use to dry her hair, but when she reached it towards the mirror to clean it of the inevitable condensation. Suddenly, the towel slipped from her grasp and her mouth dropped open.}
....Wha... What?
{On the mirror, smeared in the mist was the words "Miss Me?". Ayla took a hesitant step back, her body shaking with sheer absolute terror.}
....I.. I... need..
{Ayla darted from the bathroom, moving over to the closet to find the box that contained emergency supplies, she wrenched the door open. The vision next caused a scream that would have woken the dead and caused Ayla to fall against the bed like she was hit by a truck.
Inside the closet, there was a lifeless body hanging from a rope.}
...What..? What the fuck!..
{The body had a long white dress on and long black hair that covered the face. Ayla tried to stand on shaking legs, and managed to get to her feet, stepping close and reaching out hesitantly, trying to ignore the shaking feeling in her gut. She touched the hanging figure, discovering to her relief that it was not a corpse, but a mannequin, straight from a store.}
Oh.. thank god.. but.. who the hell would...
{The mannequin turned on the rope, and implanted in it's chest was a dagger, pinning in place a small sheet of paper. On the paper, was simply scrawled in red "A gift for the princess". Ayla backed away, shocked, and suddenly the light in the room came on, as if it was working perfectly.}
Oh.. Oh god... my heart.. my heart can't take this...
{On the wall behind her, scrawled in huge red letters, was a simple word.}
"Gotcha"
{Fin.}
No, you can't.
You can do anything you put your mind to! You just gotta believe in yourself!
Belief in yourself doesn't make punches hurt any less. Putting your mind to that would only cause it to break.
If you tried your best, you're already a winner!
If you're best doesn't win, then it's not good enough. Loser.
Let the others say what they will! You're better than that!
The words sting you because each one of them is true.
You're beautiful!
You're a whore.
You're smart!
You're naive.
People love you!
Women hate you. Men just want to see your tits.
You have the respect of everyone you meet.
They all wish you'd drop dead.
You're an icon to young ladies everywhere! Living proof that they can all live their dreams!
You're a bitch who got her job by getting naked. You're a terrible influence and the reason why girls today are becoming two bit whores.
You should be proud of yourself.
You should hide yourself in a convent.. or jump off a bridge.
YOU'RE AMAZING!
YOU'RE WORTHLESS!
These are the words I heard.. as I cried myself to sleep and tried not to break..
----------------------------------
{Continued from the last rp. Ayla walked towards the doorframe where she was certain she'd seen something move, but her eyes could pick anything out of the stygian darkness. It was already evening, but the dark clouds covered what was left of the sun, and the impending storm had slowly suffocated all the light from the outside world. She was suddenly.. alone.}
Anyone there?
{Nothing.}
I may be small, but I can still kick your ass. So if you're robbing me, just admit it and maybe I'll just let you off without calling the police. They're real shoot first types after the bombing.
{Met with silence. Ayla reached the doorway, and peered all around. This hallway led to the guest bedroom and the living area, and was not furnished to allow a person to hide. The doors were all heavy oak, and would have made noise if they were opened. So when she didn't see anyone, she figured she just imagined it.}
Silly girl, jumping at shadows in your own house.
{Ayla hustled her way up the stairs, into the hall where the master bedroom was. She opened the door, and threw the duffel bag onto the bed, barely visible in the dark. She hit the light switch in the room, and found it to also not function.}
Holy tits, is everything in here broken? I'm going to have a laundry list of things to fix come tomorrow.
{She exhaled and walked carefully towards a side door of the room, sliding it open to reveal the master bathroom. She flicked the switch and found the light in here worked to perfection.}
Well, lights good.. now.. the water..
{She turned the handle of the walk in shower, and found that a stream of water spewed forth. Clear, perfect water, and the steam it gave off soon after appearing showed the temperature.}
Sweet sprinkles, least I'll have a hot shower. Hopefully our black out stuff is still in the closet. I need a flashlight pronto.
{Ayla stripped off her t-shirt and jeans, but thanks to the expert camera angles we see nothing innappropriate. Ayla steps through the big frosted glass door, and the camera shifts again until the bathroom mirror is in focus. For just a fraction of a second, there appeared to be what may have been a slender face. Then it was gone. And we fade on Ayla singing in the shower.}
---------------------------------------
Tara is a ring legend, but you can beat her.
She's going to destroy you.
Amber is a great talent, but she doesn't have your experience.
She has all the skills and ruthlessness you don't have. It will be a bloodbath.
Ashley is just as focused on winning, you'll need to be in top form.
Ashley would eat you for breakfast and spit out your implants.
In a prison break, you need to conserve energy when you can.
You don't have the stamina. If you're first, you're fucked.
Just focus, and let them expend their energy trying to beat you.
You'll waste all your energy just keeping your shoulders off the mat.
You have the skills to win and survive, Kyle made sure of that.
He trains you, so you'll keep putting out. He has no faith.
The entire school has faith in you, that's why they'll be cheering for you.
Over Angel's wife or their prized student? No, they'll wait for you to be crushed.
Win here, and you'll be a champion! All that hard work paying off.
Oh, you'll get a nice view of that title when it's over Amber or Tara's shoulder at the school.
Even if you don't win, there'll be more chances, just keep trying.
Lose this and you might as well retire, you'll just be another has been.
You're young, you have a long career ahead of you.
You started way too late. You'll be retired before the next President swears in.
But no matter how hard it gets, remember.. YOU CAN DO THIS!
No matter how hard you try, YOU WILL ALWAYS FAIL!
--------------------------------------
{Ayla's shower was over, and she just finished drying herself off and was in the process of sliding a t-shirt over her head. She walked over to the bathroom mirror, holding the small towel to use to dry her hair, but when she reached it towards the mirror to clean it of the inevitable condensation. Suddenly, the towel slipped from her grasp and her mouth dropped open.}
....Wha... What?
{On the mirror, smeared in the mist was the words "Miss Me?". Ayla took a hesitant step back, her body shaking with sheer absolute terror.}
....I.. I... need..
{Ayla darted from the bathroom, moving over to the closet to find the box that contained emergency supplies, she wrenched the door open. The vision next caused a scream that would have woken the dead and caused Ayla to fall against the bed like she was hit by a truck.
Inside the closet, there was a lifeless body hanging from a rope.}
...What..? What the fuck!..
{The body had a long white dress on and long black hair that covered the face. Ayla tried to stand on shaking legs, and managed to get to her feet, stepping close and reaching out hesitantly, trying to ignore the shaking feeling in her gut. She touched the hanging figure, discovering to her relief that it was not a corpse, but a mannequin, straight from a store.}
Oh.. thank god.. but.. who the hell would...
{The mannequin turned on the rope, and implanted in it's chest was a dagger, pinning in place a small sheet of paper. On the paper, was simply scrawled in red "A gift for the princess". Ayla backed away, shocked, and suddenly the light in the room came on, as if it was working perfectly.}
Oh.. Oh god... my heart.. my heart can't take this...
{On the wall behind her, scrawled in huge red letters, was a simple word.}
"Gotcha"
{Fin.}
Well howdy there pardner.