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Post by Lilith on Feb 6, 2011 17:41:01 GMT -5
You're Such A -- Beautiful Gift From Above... Lilith was spent, broken, and fucked up all around. The entire Goddamn week was fucking... wrong. She lost her match at the 'Tribute', which lead to some Interesting Actions behind the scenes afterword. Which in and of itself confused, bewildered if you will, the holy hell out of her mind. And that got worse before it got better when she 'Encountered' her dear 'friend' Amber at the airport leading back 'home'. She had managed to get her so called pound of flesh in the end, but you know... as with all things in life in general [Especially those in regards to Lilith]
There was a price. ...... Lilith sits in her suite, on her sofa in the living room. Alone. Well, Doc was sleeping in Katja's room but you get the point. It had been a good amount of time since she had forcefully banished Seven and her Mini Russian. She didn't know how many hours passed, but it was grinding on her mind...When I Fell So Hard In Love; -- I, Knew I Was Dead... ... Things were so much easier back then....Lilith softly bats the engagement ring on the end of the necklace she holds up between her fingers. She softly runs her fingers around the outside of it. They were much easier days. Sure, the amount of chaotic drama behind the scenes were thick enough to choke a Elephant. Or a really high paid Porn Starlet. She leans back in the sofa, slipping the necklace on while looking at the array of pictures sitting atop the table before her. The memories. She remembered them all. And they hurt. They made her happy. They made her cry. All of it was packed into things she'd kept with her... ..... And you think I should get rid of them...Her question was pointed, but directed at no one and yet everyone in the photos before her. What would they want her to do with them? Did it matter? She wasn't sure. She knew from the looks of Seven when he came into contact, he wanted them gone. She couldn't blame him. If someone she was interested in had a graveyard of ex's in her place at any given time, Lilith'd snap herself.Because Your, Taste Of Fame Filled You Up.. ... I fucking hate this...She leans forward in her seat, placing her face in her hands as she rubs her eyes and the bridge of her nose slowly. Lilith had been on a emotional down slope for the last two years. There is a belief, a scientifically and if you want to 'go there' - 'Religiously' proven belief... of what's called;
'The Tipping Point'
All things that converge at a certain point of the scale, of balance, in any given aspect of life or existence. Will... undoubtedly, eventually, tip... over. You cannot pour three tons of water into a three litre jug now can you? It seemed that's what Lilith's current World was attempting to do. She could almost swear people were meeting in order to try and devise a plan to break her. It was working. She gets up from her seat on her comfy sofa before trotting across the den, she sits down at a work table set up she and Katja had put into the living room for when either of them weren't in their own rooms with their personal computers. She slides herself into the computer chair, swiveling on it's axis before turning the machine on. She brings up the very Blog currently on her mind. It was obvious that Amber was becoming a point of obsession in Lilith's mind...
And she -hated- herself for it.-- Then I Became Just Optional ... Hmmm.. isn't that adorable... it's like Mileena and Baraka had a baby.. Lilith looks at the latest comment made on Gianni's blog. And the subsequent I.D. of the person who left it. She remembered Hysteria from seeing Amber's match. But she had done her best not to look directly at her during it. Ghastly business that. Lilith stares at the picture of Amber on her screen. Tapping her fingers slowly, one by one in order on her desk. This woman was evil. Not like, Lilith evil. But evil in her own right. She helped ruin Lilith's life. And to be frank, her current involvement in Lilith's mind was more than enough to sway the tide of her emotional damages. Amber was an obsession. Something to be gained. Something to be conquered. Something to be had. ... But she fucking HATES Amber. But GOD she wanted to do horribly wrong illicit forms of disturbed sexuality to that body of hers. The contradiction in and of itself drives her insane, and kind of turns her on. Got to be honest. Lilith slumps down, resting her cheek and chin on her folded arms as she stares up at the screen.'Cause I'm An Idiot -- Jonny... Starry.. Sylas - Alexis... Amber?.. Ugh. Not even worth it... the bitch needs to pay... fuck.. - What the hell am I going to do about Seven.... as if I saw -that- coming... he's not that bad looking... ahhhhhhh!Lilith grabs the sides of her head in agony. She grinds her teeth and begins shaking her head. Seven was one of the last people she could consider a friend. Risking that was incredibly stupid. But the realization of her own incompetence up to this point was painful as well. She was risking the friendship... Regardless, of what she did.
If she said yes, but the relationship ended up going horribly and ending badly. Friend lost.
If she said no, the egos of both individuals involved may end up being crushed or damaged. Friend lost.
See, God hates Lilith. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Obsession with Amber Gianni, based on primal instincts of Revenge and Lust. Curious interest in 'Justice' Asuka. Innocent, naive, cute but with enough passion to attempt caving in Lilith's skull. She won creativity points for that. Dire source of Vengeful Hatred for Hayley Jonas. Stole sister, stole relationship, stole 'Family' - Trace back to situation with Seven. All of it was just swirling in her mind. Hey Superstar -- So Popular When Will you Ever Know? ... What the fuck do I do.... TELL ME!!Lilith slams her fists on the table in front of her. She pushes off in the wheeled chair before springing from it and tossing it aside, lashing out and kicking the side of computer desk with her exposed shin. Resulting in various forms of pain, if she had been straight minded enough to feel anything but the confusion and anger, loss and desperation for answers that was dominating her mind. She tugs the necklace off of her neck quickly, throwing it at the sofa across the room and screaming out in primal... -everything-.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
.... ....... ..Lilith collapses to her knees in the center of her suite, the center of her living room. Alone. The sound of the resounding echo dies mere seconds after her outburst. The faint hum of the computer in the front room seems to go all but silent. No sounds from the hallway outside her door. No sound reaches up to her window from the high-rise suite, least not at the moment anyway. She stares down at the ground before her, her fingers clasped heavily against the carpeting beneath them as she bites down on her bottom lip with fury, rage, sadness and despair. Lilith was losing it. She knew this feeling, she'd had it all but twice before in her lifetime. Exactly twice... and neither situation.. ended -well-..... God... fucking.. help, me..
Nobody Cares Who You Are ~ To Be Continued
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Post by Lilith on Feb 7, 2011 3:38:32 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 4 Hours Later - 11:45 PM ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Hey Superstar - Don't Try So Hard This is quite a sight to behold. ... Shut.. up.Lilith feigns her best verbal assault at the annoying voice of Doc. The damned Artificial Reality Interface Machine currently residing in her and Katja's care. She'd been doing... nothing, the last 4 hours. In all reality, it was quite the meaning of nothing. She hadn't been drinking, she hadn't been watching old tapes of glory. She wasn't trying to buy some black market deal to Amber or Asuka's suite by having illegal copies of their keys made. Sure. The idea HAD popped into her mind. But she was against the idea of going to jail when she had a 'full deck'. As is she was operating at about a 'quarter'. She was still in her lacey undershirt blouse and panties. She hadn't left the suite the majority... if not, all, of the day now. Not something she could usually say. The Black and White furry little annoyance hops it's way onto her bed and stares at her blankly. Lilith almost utters a prayer to hersel- You are an absolute mess. .... Really God? Really?... Damn... ... Love you too. Lilith pops out sarcasm as a snap reflex to being annoyed under stressful circumstances. Maybe Someday - My apologies, I just find it quite... a sight. Everything that was input unto me during my creation led me to believe quite a bit different of the one known as 'Lilith Creighton'. ... Do I, even want... to know? -- You'll See Who You Really Are I would prefer not. It would be against my best interest to push you over your own limitations. ... Wow Doc... you know what a girl likes to hear.... I'm amazed you're still single..You can jest all you want. But I'm a A.R. Interface in the body of a half-cocked Rabbit, and single. You're 'The One & Only Lilith Creighton' in a full blown magazine model body, and single. Who is truly in the deeper zone of lost expectations?.....
I'm Such A, Hideous - Ridiculous; Lilith closes her mouth and buries her face in her pillow. She just got served by a Rabbit. What can I even say to explain the kind of impact that could have on someone with a natural human-sized ego? Now blow that shit up to God-Complex proportional sized egos and inflate them into a Multi-Million dollar insured body known the World over. And you have, Lilith Creighton in this very moment. ... Just, damn.-- But Honest And Loyal Misfit.. ... If you're just going to sit here and mock me, I'd rather call Katja back and let her do it. 'Least she has opposable thumbs. Oh that was a "good one" as you humans would say. Seriously... leave me be Doc.Lilith rolls over in her bed. De-press-ion. If it wasn't for her dire distaste for the 'Youth' these days, she'd of gone out bought some overly tacky macabre makeup and gone 'Emo' while trying to dye her hair neon green. Thankfully. Lilith is a firm believer of;
'Children Are The Future -- Unless We Stop Them Today'
Therefore, promoting any kind of product used by anyone who refers to his/herself as part of 'Team Jacob' would be one of the very last things Lilith would do on this miserable excuse for a Planet. Not to mention. Real Vampires Don't Sparkle.... What's wrong with me?I thought you were not speaking to me anymore. The quip comes lightning fast with precision. Lilith couldn't rebuke it, she just honestly... she didn't fully understand everything that was happening to her. She knew that without her L.S. Virus that her physical state was weakened. She'd lost the Strain before, she was used to that. But this time it seemed like her mental and emotional states were being disrupted too. She'd never experienced that before. And without having Bloodworks Inc. around to run tests or diagrams on her... she was pretty lost... Do you -actually- know.... or are you just toying with me for sport? I assumed you of all people would appreciate that. And I'm Okay With It; Lilith viciously snaps over in her bed. Her limbs flailing in anger towards Doc. She misses him with each flail but tries her damnedest anyway. She thrashes at the sheets and tosses up the duvet and the blanket altogether before seeing his Black & White furry ass scuffle out of her bedroom. She pounds her fists up and down up and down repeatedly against her bed before flopping off of it and landing down beside it. She gets up onto her hands and knees slowly. Crawling across her bedroom floor in an almost Cat-like manor before reaching her desktop computer and it's table. She reaches up slowly, grasping one of the picture frames that had anointed her desk. This one, was unlike the others. This one, was not of a Relationship.
This one... was of Prey. - But You Got Swept Up Inside ... Shhhhh..Lilith utters a whisper... to the.. uh, picture frame.. She caresses it with her fingertips slowly, rubbing her cheek against the cold metallic frame protecting the picture within. She had essentially found a way to turn her logical mind, -off-. Lilith had realized that the stress and destruction of her emotional status was... well, going to kill her. She no longer had the L.S. Virus to protect her mind. And she wasn't exactly the most stable individual even when it was around. So now? Now Lilith had to protect her -own- emotional health. She wasn't crazy. She' taken measures to prevent that. A 'Happy Place'. ... It will be fine dear....Lilith... talks, to the picture. Now we need to establish something about this current situation. As Lilith runs her fingers across the glistening frame, she is absolutely aware... that this is just a picture. When Lilith looks into this frame, she does not believe it can speak back to her. Which is good. Cause, then she'd be bat-shit crazy and my job'd be a helluvalot harder than it already is. But this, is Lilith's 'Happy Place'. She focuses on what the picture represents, and estentially... fantasizes about the outcome in various ways that end positively. Regardless of the realism involved. At this point? Without an anchor. She'd degrade into some.. I don't know;
Psychotic Lesbian, or something
Lilith gets back up and jumps into her bed softly. She brings the picture up to her face, ever so slllllowly... she licks the faceplate of the picture. Her tongue running up it with care and dedication. She places the picture frame on the bedside table next to her as she closes her eyes.. and begins to sleep.A New Media Whore - Well Then.. The sound of the clock in her room ticking. Ticking. Tick tock, tick tock. The only sound that fills her ears in reality. But within her own mind, her own Synthesized Happiness... she hears her screaming, and moaning in ecstasy and bliss, in agony and utmost suffering... It's a joyous motherfucking noise to Lilith's pained mind and ears. The picture glistens as the moonlight flutters in through her bedroom window.. A picture sits.. But who else?
Amber Gianni.
With a scribed word in emblazoned raised lettering on the bottom right of the frame itself;
'Precious'
Oh that's not creepy. Not at all.- I'm So Over It. ~Checkmate~ Uhm... Ah... Yes, Well.. ! What a.. unique, Episode! Lilith finds a distraction from her sorrow! But is it a permanent fix? Or will it lead to more problems! And where IS The Russian Katja? What has she been doing during her expulsion? Will it have bearing on Lilith's... Engrossing & Evolving Obsession?
Find out next time on;
Queen Of The Rings
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