Post by AJ Riot on Apr 20, 2008 1:51:13 GMT -6
::Prologue::
Every tv monitor in the building slowly cam into white noise then a dead blank screen, you could see it was on from being lite, but that was the only clue.
You reap what you sew, I've heard it off and on in movie dialogs before, but I never really pondered the philosophy. I've heard shit here and there telling Maxine to leave Alex Stone alone. I want them to answer me...Who the fuck is Alex Stone? Only two of the four would be able to answer. Alex is a lost little boy that's been raised as a sheltered little girl. My mother always knew I was different, and she smothered me with love...I always got everything I wanted...I'll admit it I was a snobby little fucking brat..perhaps I still am and that's why I love Maxine..it's like part of my mother is found in her. Has your whole world ever been planed out for you? Have you been built up so amazingly high that there was just nothing that could strike you down?
His voice grew dry like the wind from a dusty desert was blowing the sand around in his mouth though the scene is only black you can hear the smacking from his tongue smacking and licking softly and slowly over his lips trying to moisten them.
Josie can think whatever she wants, ignore the hurt she causes though I'm feed up with this act! Yes I'm needy..ask Evie...Ask Joanna! Ask Maxine! Fuck ask Jamie! At first I could just let thins go...YES I requested that Pain get my contract...Max implied that Evie have the other half because...well simply put...we're not entirely sure that Pain can handle my needy nature...oh like i don't know your history...Chaos, How many "angels" ?? face it darling...you couldn't be consistent if your life depended on it..I'll at least give Josie credit in stating that about you. If you've ever watch the show press your luck...WAIT NO..better...The lottery is more predictable and dependable then you..you want to play with the big boys...you have to learn the message that I preach..that Maxine preaches...and if you think it's hypocritical then you obviously miss it.
He stops almost laughing with a chuckle that says "I hate stupid people" his voice starts again like the hum of an engine as you turn the key.
Individualism...liking that person for WHO they are...hating them for WHO they are...just letting them BE WHO they are..THAT little friends is what I really think...Max has a low tolerance for people that can't be themselves...are overly submissive...or just plain can't make a damn decision. Do you have trouble being you? Awww, Josie already admitted she did...I'm not a dumb ass I knew you liked me...but until I hear words it's only an assumption in my mind and YOU BITCH...Assumptions are what almost cost me my life back in ninth grade!!
His voice blast out at Josie as if he was literately throwing a hard blow into her face hoping to dislocate her jaw. It sounds as though he leaned back in a chair forcefully and scuffs.
Whatever...Joanna has my mother's ring..she knows the truth to all this shit. Evie is one my best friends...shes gullible and a little nieve at times..but she's been in my life for two straight years and is a constant fixture. Jamie has been there and honestly April has been there longest out of everyone non family. So all this crap where Josie and Pain think they know me...Or shit I am sorry, but even Joanna...Shut up...You don't know shit!
The speakers static with fuzz noise on the monitors and then click to a dead silence.
______________________________
::Precise and Pure:Mommy's little baby forever::
(This scene is not aired:: Though bits and pieces are this is mostly a memoir, things mark Bold are aired and in present.)
A melody plays though is a soft acoustic version, Alex sits on the cold cement steps of a church with the stars shining. Only the crickets are out and calling at one another. The environment gives two effects, one of a of peacefulness and another feeling of a horror movie since most things happen where nobody can hear and rescue you. Accompanied by the strumming on his guitar Alex's soft little voice sings with the wind a song that has been haunting him over the past few weeks.
"Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa Mother, should I build a wall?"
He looks down to look at his fingers playing the melody and pondering the things in his head that go with the words. He's always been a ticking time bomb, even as a baby he'd burst into tears on the drop of a dime. He thinks of it, a small child trying to walk flops down in failure and screams bloody murder. Then along comes that soft and gentle voice "Awwww baby" She picks up her child just a baby and cradles her in her giant cozy arms humming a sweet melody that carried all her love into the ears of the little one to calm it.
Alex goes on as though still questioning the void nothingness in the farmland where he is at, the shadow of the church casting down upon him. Then it changes full of emotion on the third line then back to harmony.
"Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa Is it just a waste of time?"
The strumming on the strings picks up greatly and he speaks as though he is his mother answering him invoking his vision of her sweet sounding voice wanting to do her proud in the reenactment.
"Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
Oooo Babe...
Oooo Babe...
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall."
He steps up with the snapping stick of the cords shifting with graces and power even though not accompanied by other sounds in Alex's head he knows the orchestra that would be backing him up. The think black boot he wears steps forward after standing well he keeps playing. Now as he walks it's notable that he was at a graveyard and is approaching the head stones. His voice slows down again as he kneels next to a head stone that he was searching for.
"Mother, do you think she's good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa Mother, will she break my heart?"
He drops his guitar letting it fall to the ground, The head stone read :Samuel A. Rader: and next to it as though like the podium at the Olympics was a little oriental box made of glass. Her father was her hero and we thought it right to put her there with him. He picked it up with great care and brushed his hand over it affectionately. As he said the words he could no longer sing, but had to cry them out, his mind went back feeling the soft touch of his mother whipping away his tears after he'd fallen and scraped his knee.
"Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through.
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you've been.
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
Oooo Babe...
Oooo Babe...
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me."
His lips quivered from the emotion surging over his body. Still he held the box tenderly he thought of the final word of the lyric and what transpired over the last year. The last year he'd ever have with her...
I never really thought much of my life, I went about it like I had to...and I hated it...I did feel dead...I just knew that I wouldn't be able to live until I could see the world. I was so stupid...The world...what made me think I could handle the world? I got into my writing courses as always my poetry and movie scripts were all the passion I had in life. I joined online group...fantasy writing? Sounded interesting enough right? Not even after six months of being a member I noticed a person that seemed to have such a strong emotion in her writing...much like I injected into my own. I never spoke to her..I mean would be silly..plus between Alexis and the way Joanna had just moved on without me I just didn't want to try and be friendly anymore..it always hurt...My mother was my only friend...I know I still felt lonely since her grief over my father leaving still after four years had consumed her...but I'm all she has...all she needs...I couldn't just tell her that I wasn't baby anymore.
His voice cracking slightly with the prior thoughts.
My lyric was to be judged this one week and she was my opponent...just the though of being polite and wishing her luck sounded good so I send her a private message.
:Adadan Bloom, I just wanted to wish you luck this week..well not like you need it, you're a very talented writer, I hope to give a good effort aginst whatever you do.
Best wishes,
Blanc Eliot Addis:
She I guess was flattered..actually I don't know maybe it's my stupid bashfulness or something like that, but she took to me. We actually tied...and then started talking over emails, after the site closed we still talked...I felt myself feeling a connection with her...until one day a convo nearly broke me.
AB: Yeah I have to wear this stupid out fit..my boyfriend said he likes it though. Oh, Eliot I g2g...c-ya later?
Boyfriend? I wouldn't think it would hurt me so much...so why did it? why did the word stab a stake through my heart just from glancing at it. I struggled to type back to her. Even Jamie noticed leaning over to see what I was flipping over.
Jamie: Owww wow..I bet that hurts...
She placed her hand on my shoulder softly and I took a deep breath typing back.
BEA: Yeah it's cool :-) yep c-ya have fun.
But I really didn't want her to have fun not with a stranger...not with anyone that wasn't me. I went home that day with a mixture of many things mama asked me almost imedently "what's wrong sweetie?" My nose was running from holding back the tears I didn't want her to see. "It's nothing mama...I'm fine." I ran up the stairs knowing she couldn't follow me, everyone knew I talked to this girl...I was jubilant over talking about her. My sister Jenna knocked on my room as I sat in the closet crying. "Alica? Alica mom wants to talk to you..." She must have heard me crying I could hear the sympathy in her voice, but I wouldn't be weak and let another person hurt me. "I'M FINE GOD...JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shot up standing and slammed the door in Jenna's face, then went back to my closet and buried my face in my hands.
[/color][/b]Every tv monitor in the building slowly cam into white noise then a dead blank screen, you could see it was on from being lite, but that was the only clue.
You reap what you sew, I've heard it off and on in movie dialogs before, but I never really pondered the philosophy. I've heard shit here and there telling Maxine to leave Alex Stone alone. I want them to answer me...Who the fuck is Alex Stone? Only two of the four would be able to answer. Alex is a lost little boy that's been raised as a sheltered little girl. My mother always knew I was different, and she smothered me with love...I always got everything I wanted...I'll admit it I was a snobby little fucking brat..perhaps I still am and that's why I love Maxine..it's like part of my mother is found in her. Has your whole world ever been planed out for you? Have you been built up so amazingly high that there was just nothing that could strike you down?
His voice grew dry like the wind from a dusty desert was blowing the sand around in his mouth though the scene is only black you can hear the smacking from his tongue smacking and licking softly and slowly over his lips trying to moisten them.
Josie can think whatever she wants, ignore the hurt she causes though I'm feed up with this act! Yes I'm needy..ask Evie...Ask Joanna! Ask Maxine! Fuck ask Jamie! At first I could just let thins go...YES I requested that Pain get my contract...Max implied that Evie have the other half because...well simply put...we're not entirely sure that Pain can handle my needy nature...oh like i don't know your history...Chaos, How many "angels" ?? face it darling...you couldn't be consistent if your life depended on it..I'll at least give Josie credit in stating that about you. If you've ever watch the show press your luck...WAIT NO..better...The lottery is more predictable and dependable then you..you want to play with the big boys...you have to learn the message that I preach..that Maxine preaches...and if you think it's hypocritical then you obviously miss it.
He stops almost laughing with a chuckle that says "I hate stupid people" his voice starts again like the hum of an engine as you turn the key.
Individualism...liking that person for WHO they are...hating them for WHO they are...just letting them BE WHO they are..THAT little friends is what I really think...Max has a low tolerance for people that can't be themselves...are overly submissive...or just plain can't make a damn decision. Do you have trouble being you? Awww, Josie already admitted she did...I'm not a dumb ass I knew you liked me...but until I hear words it's only an assumption in my mind and YOU BITCH...Assumptions are what almost cost me my life back in ninth grade!!
His voice blast out at Josie as if he was literately throwing a hard blow into her face hoping to dislocate her jaw. It sounds as though he leaned back in a chair forcefully and scuffs.
Whatever...Joanna has my mother's ring..she knows the truth to all this shit. Evie is one my best friends...shes gullible and a little nieve at times..but she's been in my life for two straight years and is a constant fixture. Jamie has been there and honestly April has been there longest out of everyone non family. So all this crap where Josie and Pain think they know me...Or shit I am sorry, but even Joanna...Shut up...You don't know shit!
The speakers static with fuzz noise on the monitors and then click to a dead silence.
______________________________
::Precise and Pure:Mommy's little baby forever::
(This scene is not aired:: Though bits and pieces are this is mostly a memoir, things mark Bold are aired and in present.)
A melody plays though is a soft acoustic version, Alex sits on the cold cement steps of a church with the stars shining. Only the crickets are out and calling at one another. The environment gives two effects, one of a of peacefulness and another feeling of a horror movie since most things happen where nobody can hear and rescue you. Accompanied by the strumming on his guitar Alex's soft little voice sings with the wind a song that has been haunting him over the past few weeks.
"Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song?
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa Mother, should I build a wall?"
He looks down to look at his fingers playing the melody and pondering the things in his head that go with the words. He's always been a ticking time bomb, even as a baby he'd burst into tears on the drop of a dime. He thinks of it, a small child trying to walk flops down in failure and screams bloody murder. Then along comes that soft and gentle voice "Awwww baby" She picks up her child just a baby and cradles her in her giant cozy arms humming a sweet melody that carried all her love into the ears of the little one to calm it.
Alex goes on as though still questioning the void nothingness in the farmland where he is at, the shadow of the church casting down upon him. Then it changes full of emotion on the third line then back to harmony.
"Mother, should I run for President?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa Is it just a waste of time?"
The strumming on the strings picks up greatly and he speaks as though he is his mother answering him invoking his vision of her sweet sounding voice wanting to do her proud in the reenactment.
"Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.
Oooo Babe...
Oooo Babe...
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall."
He steps up with the snapping stick of the cords shifting with graces and power even though not accompanied by other sounds in Alex's head he knows the orchestra that would be backing him up. The think black boot he wears steps forward after standing well he keeps playing. Now as he walks it's notable that he was at a graveyard and is approaching the head stones. His voice slows down again as he kneels next to a head stone that he was searching for.
"Mother, do you think she's good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa Mother, will she break my heart?"
He drops his guitar letting it fall to the ground, The head stone read :Samuel A. Rader: and next to it as though like the podium at the Olympics was a little oriental box made of glass. Her father was her hero and we thought it right to put her there with him. He picked it up with great care and brushed his hand over it affectionately. As he said the words he could no longer sing, but had to cry them out, his mind went back feeling the soft touch of his mother whipping away his tears after he'd fallen and scraped his knee.
"Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry.
Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won't let anyone dirty get through.
Momma's gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you've been.
Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.
Oooo Babe...
Oooo Babe...
Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me."
His lips quivered from the emotion surging over his body. Still he held the box tenderly he thought of the final word of the lyric and what transpired over the last year. The last year he'd ever have with her...
I never really thought much of my life, I went about it like I had to...and I hated it...I did feel dead...I just knew that I wouldn't be able to live until I could see the world. I was so stupid...The world...what made me think I could handle the world? I got into my writing courses as always my poetry and movie scripts were all the passion I had in life. I joined online group...fantasy writing? Sounded interesting enough right? Not even after six months of being a member I noticed a person that seemed to have such a strong emotion in her writing...much like I injected into my own. I never spoke to her..I mean would be silly..plus between Alexis and the way Joanna had just moved on without me I just didn't want to try and be friendly anymore..it always hurt...My mother was my only friend...I know I still felt lonely since her grief over my father leaving still after four years had consumed her...but I'm all she has...all she needs...I couldn't just tell her that I wasn't baby anymore.
His voice cracking slightly with the prior thoughts.
My lyric was to be judged this one week and she was my opponent...just the though of being polite and wishing her luck sounded good so I send her a private message.
:Adadan Bloom, I just wanted to wish you luck this week..well not like you need it, you're a very talented writer, I hope to give a good effort aginst whatever you do.
Best wishes,
Blanc Eliot Addis:
She I guess was flattered..actually I don't know maybe it's my stupid bashfulness or something like that, but she took to me. We actually tied...and then started talking over emails, after the site closed we still talked...I felt myself feeling a connection with her...until one day a convo nearly broke me.
AB: Yeah I have to wear this stupid out fit..my boyfriend said he likes it though. Oh, Eliot I g2g...c-ya later?
Boyfriend? I wouldn't think it would hurt me so much...so why did it? why did the word stab a stake through my heart just from glancing at it. I struggled to type back to her. Even Jamie noticed leaning over to see what I was flipping over.
Jamie: Owww wow..I bet that hurts...
She placed her hand on my shoulder softly and I took a deep breath typing back.
BEA: Yeah it's cool :-) yep c-ya have fun.
But I really didn't want her to have fun not with a stranger...not with anyone that wasn't me. I went home that day with a mixture of many things mama asked me almost imedently "what's wrong sweetie?" My nose was running from holding back the tears I didn't want her to see. "It's nothing mama...I'm fine." I ran up the stairs knowing she couldn't follow me, everyone knew I talked to this girl...I was jubilant over talking about her. My sister Jenna knocked on my room as I sat in the closet crying. "Alica? Alica mom wants to talk to you..." She must have heard me crying I could hear the sympathy in her voice, but I wouldn't be weak and let another person hurt me. "I'M FINE GOD...JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shot up standing and slammed the door in Jenna's face, then went back to my closet and buried my face in my hands.
Time passed I felt more and more depressed everyday thinking why god hated me so much that he'd show me something that I could never have? "Just forget her, she has a boyfriend...so you can't do anything...just move one AJ..." April was getting concerned every day at lunch I wouldn't eat I'd just lay my head down like I was sleeping and cry. Then one day in class if happened....
AB: Well I think me and my b/f just broke up
I almost was ready to shout with joy...but yet was sad because I wanted to be able to comfort her.
BEA: You ok?
AB: Yeah..he was such a jerk...I was fighting with him and just left...
I was so happy that she wasn't taken anymore, but yet my anxiety wouldn't allow me to just pounce on her, plus it was just rude. Though time went on and on and it got just about as bad as me crying over her having a boyfriend.
"Just tell her...it will be out in the open and you won't have to question it..Seriously..you pussy...just say how you feel see if she does and if not then eh..not meant right?" Jamie had a point. We were at the computers typing our reports when the window popped up.
AB: Hey you :-D How you doing?
I smiled for no reason seeing the dumb thing, but I answered honestly as the though came back in my head of her being taken.
BEA: I haven't eaten that much or slept..I feel terrible...all I do is cry.
AB: Aww well what's wrong? You can tell me
I almost panic though I could feel the water works coming back.
BEA: Jo...I think I'm in love with you...
My heart jumped out of my chest and ran off like the chicken I am with this stuff, it was only a min tops, but it felt like her answer took forever.
AB: Thank you...I like you a lot as well...
LIKE ME A LOT? THANKS! I am killing myself over how my heart weeps for her and all I get is a thanks and open ended answer...there were tiny signs that she liked me..but I could have been reading them wrong. Like? Like the thing that most girls would say.. "You like like me?" My grief filled with a saddened fueled anger.
BEA: like a lot? I just said I am in love with you...and you can only say thanks?
AB: Well idk what to say...I don't know what I feel...
Our high school bell went off and I told her I had to go class was over, when I went home to keep talking she wasn't one...I overloaded and went into more tears. I heard mom's voice call up for me? "Alica come down here honey." I dyed my tears as best as possible and went down, she waved for me to come closer she was bed ridden and looked so sick, but yet I could only think of my stupid drama. I walked closer and let her hold me close to her just like when I was a baby. "what's wrong sweetie?" She brushed her hand over my hair and and rocked me slowly. I started to cry just with the thought. "I think I'm in love...but it hurts...I don't think she loves me back."
"aww, it's ok baby...who is it?" I couldn't see through my tears. "A girl from that online web contest."
She slightly smiled "The one you always talk about?" She kissed my forehead lightly and ran her thumb lovingly over it. "You seem very happy when you speak about her, I think you'll be ok honey." She pulled me close again allowing me to sob on her.
Again time passed I kept talking to Jo or AB which ever ...but I was too scared to admit again that I felt so strongly for her, till finally I got my courage back and I told her again...though she still answered that she liked me..it was clear that we both felt the same..just shy about it and afraid.
I watched tv with my mom one night and smiling for no reason at all, because a British marathon came on. Since that was where Jo was from I suddenly thought of her and a warm sort of glow came over me. I looked over at my mother... "What's love feel like? I mean like how do you know that you're in love?"
She thought for a second as though it caught her off guard. "Why?
"I just want to know...so I can tell if I feel it or not.."
She took a breath to prepare herself.. "Well you like spending time with that person..or speaking to them..you almost never want to leave them because of how nice of a feeling it is with them."
"Who did you feel like that with?"
She paused looking at the ground... "Sam..." Hurt was evident in what she said.
"Jenna and Michelle's dad?" She nodded, I knew the story..he'd cheated on her once and tried to repent, but mom was so furious and hurt she pushed him away and he retreated to the one woman he deceived her with. "Alica...don't do what I did...don't ever push Jo away...let her explain..I am sure if she makes you this happy she'd never be the kind to use you like you were nothing." I got up and hugged her... "I promise mama" She smiled and hugged back and looked at me with my wide grin. "I'm so glad to see that you're finally so happy... and that I could see you being in love."
Those words always...always stick with me....
A dim light fades in and you see who looks like Riot in the chair streams of tears are just rolling viciously down his face along with the black eyeliner, his nose was runny and he kept snuffing it.
"See...Joanna knows...she knows it...she knows my promise...She has my mother's ring..and out of all of you... I'D SACRIFICE ALL JUST TO HAVE HER BACK! That better tell you how important Joanna is to me...she matches my pendent I wear around my neck." He takes it out of being tucked in his shirt and the camera zooms. It's a Dragon with a pentagram star in the middle of it's wing spread. Her ring is a lion headed dragon...I was like a baby lion to my mother...I'll be something great...like a king...King of the jungle of whatever I choose...I chose wrestling.
He looks more stern in the camera now.
Joanna seriously love did you forget? I didn't want to bring our personal buisness into the public, but all this SHIT that you're allowing into your ear from Josie! Bullshit!
He spins around and out of the chair writing on a giant flip pad.
Adadan Bloom....
A-M-A-N-D-A ... B-L-O-O-D!
OHHH hey...Adadan Bloom! WOW how you two lovely ladies' share those letters huh...Oh..right almost as good as this one...
Blanc Eliot Addis...
He writes more viciously on the huge note pad.
A-L-I-C-A ...B-I-D-D-L-E-S-T-O-N... Oh well really only missing one letter and any twit could figure this out...
He finishes by putting the extra "e" that would spell out his former legal name. "Um...Amanda Blood & Alica Biddlestone talking?....ah...See people didn't know we've BEEN talking...you've BEEN mine and I've BEEN yours...I just didn't see the point..we all have to play days of out lives or as the world turns...with all my children... and this one personally just for Joanna...and my other British lovelies...It feels like a trip to Emmerdale...now please just leave me the FUCK alone! You really wanted me huh Josie..FINE you got me...Jackson filled it out and since that TV title I've been glaring at since I walked through the door needs a shiny new owner ...DOMINATION...Josie Pleasure .. VERSUS... A...J Riot! and just because I'm a good sport pick the match sweet heart..because I'm not allowing my girlfriend the disgrace of being in the record books with you as a win...This week if I have to paralyze those sexy legs or cave in that busty chest I'm gonna...OH and Pain..heh..heh...I gave you a chance you said I never do..well....I did...you failed..you suck..and you obviously don't know me well enough for me to give a shit and waste time on you. Like it's been said I told Max to hand it to you..when originally iw as only supose to be Evie..heh and duh..there isn't anyone beating Max...Experience and skill...that is mastered to a craft over egos and no cordination..oh yeah stood a big chance..Well sept you Joanna baby.." He smiles and winks at the camera for her. "You actually tried when you didn't even have to..nice to see you care so much. Alright..I'm bored and tired or speaking to this ugly camera guy...Where is Prozac with the bitches?"
His eyes wonder off past the camera as he gets up and walked off set.
Done hiding? I am...you walk in the shadow you see many thing, but stepping into the light is something that can nearly blind you after word. Alex was used to the shadows...always...a wall built by his mother to keep him safe from everyone that could hurt him and everything that had hurt her. Jamie has pointed out to him as well as Maxine...support is a great thing to have...but using it as a crutch or excuse on not making your own mistakes and learning from them...that is unhealthy. Riot's been on his own...though he has two best friends and two supper buddies in Jamie and Prozac...He was going to do this as himself and with himself. He'd been training Evie as well as Maxine had been. He knew that Joanna was listening to whatever Josie was saying..but both being out of the loop the real only advantage they have is that so is Pain.
Josie had a mountain to climb in order to fall back down it and get back in his good graces...but until she did it..he'd challenge her and see her as nothing just like she claims everyone else is.
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::Conclusion::
What ever you reap you shall sew...soon she will lean that everything I throw out I expect to get back at me..It's something I've always believed, and from Maxine mentoring me I've come to understand it even more. Josie talked about casting stones when they would only come back on her. Ask Jamie the three fold...it's a real bitch worse then karma...You eat meat you'll come back as an animal just to be slaughtered in payment for what you sew. Redemption? It that what you all think this is over? Joanna wants Evie...Josie wants Pain. Alica Biddlestone...Blanc Eliot Addis...Alexander Biddlestone...Alex Stone...AJ Riot...all of them into one...YES one person that will not...is not..and can not be stopped in his mission..what mission..well that will be answered for you later.
OOC: I don't really count but ...I couldn't deal with what was posted and not speak out of my fat mouth....and sry I'll code it all later I took longer to type then thought.[/center]
