Post by Lessien Melwasul on Apr 27, 2009 3:11:46 GMT -5
~27 hours and swung by since Mind Games. A PPV named after Lessien Melwasul some would say. But 30 minutes had been too much for her 39 year old body to take and 30 hours wasn't going to be enough to put her back together again.~
"All the King's horses..."
~Alice's words were dull and flat of voice, even quiet as the form of Lessien worked her way back from an exciting tour of the infirmary and women's shower before riding the elevator back to her floor... her agony in tow.~
~Some wrestlers carried sledge hammers... some chairs... some Kendo sticks. But it was Lessien being carried by a nondescript walking cane. She had burned the letter "J" into its wooden shaft as the doctor rammed needles into her knee to take it all away. Alice never blinked. Betty would never forget her name.~
"Letter from heaven ..."
~A hard copy of Amanda's latest proclamation was stuck to her door... she crumpled it in to her first and carried it inside to the bathroom. It took her 23 minutes to get undressed and another 5 to lower herself into water... filled with Hong Kong salts and an ashtray resting on the bath rim. It took her 2 minutes to lean forward and retrieve Amanda's words.~
"End of fucking line."
~Betty let the paper fall onto the surface of the water. The disintegrating paper covering the rounded curve of her half-submerged breasts. With one hand always dry, she lit a Lucky Strike and closed her eyes... visualizing the smoke rising instead of watching it. Her muscles throbbed beneath the salted water.~
"Still alive."
~Alice reminded Betty... and that meant only one thing.~
"I know."
~Betty hated Alice for reminding her. They had much to do in the coming week. The stage had to be set and the words just right. It was time to escalate as only she could. Between the tails of smoke, a check list started taking form... the order was never important... only that everything happened as she wanted it to.~
"Wallace."
"Oh yes, we must simply drop by."
~For those not up on their Story of Lessien... it was Wallace who had brought her here. It was Wallace who set her free to do exactly as she wished.~
"Drew."
"Oh, you should see the other girl."
~Betty laughed at her own physical condition... imagining Jennifer Drew in a similar condition lifted her spirits a bit.~
"Crymson?"
"Fuck her and the little girls too."
"Action."
~The final check on the list.~
"Still alive, Alice. Would there be any other way?"
~Water, salt, ink, paper, blood and ash... the form of Lessien soaked as the others planned into the naked night.~
"All the King's horses..."
~Alice's words were dull and flat of voice, even quiet as the form of Lessien worked her way back from an exciting tour of the infirmary and women's shower before riding the elevator back to her floor... her agony in tow.~
~Some wrestlers carried sledge hammers... some chairs... some Kendo sticks. But it was Lessien being carried by a nondescript walking cane. She had burned the letter "J" into its wooden shaft as the doctor rammed needles into her knee to take it all away. Alice never blinked. Betty would never forget her name.~
"Letter from heaven ..."
~A hard copy of Amanda's latest proclamation was stuck to her door... she crumpled it in to her first and carried it inside to the bathroom. It took her 23 minutes to get undressed and another 5 to lower herself into water... filled with Hong Kong salts and an ashtray resting on the bath rim. It took her 2 minutes to lean forward and retrieve Amanda's words.~
blah, blah, blah
Debutantes
* Lessien Melwasul
* Crymson
* Nattie Roxx
* KITSU
blah, blah, blah
Debutantes
* Lessien Melwasul
* Crymson
* Nattie Roxx
* KITSU
blah, blah, blah
"End of fucking line."
~Betty let the paper fall onto the surface of the water. The disintegrating paper covering the rounded curve of her half-submerged breasts. With one hand always dry, she lit a Lucky Strike and closed her eyes... visualizing the smoke rising instead of watching it. Her muscles throbbed beneath the salted water.~
"Still alive."
~Alice reminded Betty... and that meant only one thing.~
"I know."
~Betty hated Alice for reminding her. They had much to do in the coming week. The stage had to be set and the words just right. It was time to escalate as only she could. Between the tails of smoke, a check list started taking form... the order was never important... only that everything happened as she wanted it to.~
"Wallace."
"Oh yes, we must simply drop by."
~For those not up on their Story of Lessien... it was Wallace who had brought her here. It was Wallace who set her free to do exactly as she wished.~
"Drew."
"Oh, you should see the other girl."
~Betty laughed at her own physical condition... imagining Jennifer Drew in a similar condition lifted her spirits a bit.~
"Crymson?"
"Fuck her and the little girls too."
"Action."
~The final check on the list.~
"Still alive, Alice. Would there be any other way?"
~Water, salt, ink, paper, blood and ash... the form of Lessien soaked as the others planned into the naked night.~