Russian Roulette ~Invite~

[Lilith]

FM-Life hates Lilith Creighton.

She didn't remember all, or even most of what happened last night. Her head was pounding, her mind was screwed up. She palms her forehead, rubbing it and squeezing her temples. My God the pain. What the fuck happened last night? She looks down at her hand, and notices something.

It's bare.

Her jewelry is gon-

.....

Lilith's gaze continues down the front of her body. She realizes she's missing a lot of things.
Such as clothes.

.. I do not enjoy where this is heading...

A mumble of potential realization hits her. Really? Really? Now there were some explanations to be sought considering the circumstances. But first and foremost;
Where the hell was she?

....

Lilith takes a glance around the room she was now currently residing within. She was naked, laying in a bed, with sheets half covering her pale moonlit skin. But as picturesque as that was, it still didn't explain where the fuck she was. Lilith slowly wraps the sheets around her waist before slipping out of the bed. The room looked... nice. It wasn't as lascivious or magnificent as her own, but at least it wasn't some sort of run down motel. That was a plus. Though whoever decorated it needed to use more than the drab three and a half colors she was seeing repeated over and over.

Lilith takes a couple steps forward from the foot of the bed, scanning the room with her eyes. It was early morning, the sun hadn't quuuuite broken through the window. Making this entire process more annoying than Lilith had exacting patience for at the moment. She scoffs out slightly before noticing what sounded like someone moving within the room. You know;
Someone who wasn't her.

.... Oh yes.. yes this is so very obviously going to end well... I can see the confetti littering the streets as they announce my grisly death and soon in there after cannibalization of my corpse... Oh yeah..

Yeah there's nothing to worry about here..

Lilith swallows down some of her pride and cynicism. All sarcasm aside, this was a potentially dangerous situation for her. She was naked, had no weaponry beside her nails and... well -her-. And most of all knew nothing about WHERE THE FUCK SHE WAS.
Lilith rounds into the hallway before her eyes nearly go dark from the lack of light within it alone. Jesus. She steps back into the room before rubbing her eyes slowly. She pulls her fingers away from them-

.....

Ahhh... haha.... haaaaaa.....
....

There's something of a cruel joke in this.

[Lessien Melwasul]

~It was some kind of extremely cheap poetry that she stood in front of a bathroom mirror. The faintest light softened the very hard edges of her lines as she ignored Lilith completely. The water ran cold as ice. The counter around the sink was littered with common bathroom accessories: a pair of sunglasses, an imitation crystal ashtray cradling an authentic, half-smoked Lucky Strike, a loaded Glock .30, thread, bloody tape, needles and a dead bottle of Vodka 7 nestled in Lilith's jewelry.~

"Everything will be new again."

~The form of Lessien stood as naked as Lilith could have ever been and that was where every similarity you could imagine ended. Lessien's olive complexion dulled the little light there was while the all too numerous scars cast shadows across the valleys of flesh. One upon the other her layers told the story better than words ever could. Fresh gouges, pulsing red told another page had just penned and signed. Her frame was more powerfully built, but there was nothing refined about it. She had not visited a gym except to terrorize. She was trained by the world weighing down on her spine. The knots were almost visible as she shifted her arms. Alice worked the fingers, holding two flaps of skin together she sewed herself back together without a wince or much concern for general infection. The smell of sterile alcohol and tobacco was thick enough to swim in.~

"Nothing will be as it was, that's for sure."

~Alice had a way with the intricate. She tied the small knots. Betty paused to a long

hard

drag from the cigarette before 'cutting' the thread with the glowing, orange tip.~

"Isn't that right, Lover?"

~The tired lines of Lessien's face seemed much clearer in the mirror than in real life. Perhaps that was because the form of Lessien could hardly be found guilty of spending much time in 'real life'. She didn't bother to look back at her 'guest'. Alice set the cigarette back in its groove and thread the needle's eye afresh.~

[Lilith]

There are points in your life, that redefine what you consider; mindfuckery. This, this was fast growing to be one of Lilith's. Her eyes scanned the back of Lessien, the naked, back of Lessien. Now there was some obvious assuming that was taking place here. Not that you could really blame her. It's somewhat hard to figure out another explanation when one wakes up in a situation like this. Lilith slowly walks back over to the bed, sitting down on it. She places her forehead in her hands, trying to think, trying to remember, trying to... trying to anything at this point. This was.... oh dear.

..... Hah.. haaaaaaaah.... somehow I kind of knew this would happen eventually..

Twas true. It was all but an inevitability as fair as Lilith was concerned. Looking back on it, it seemed like an act of God that she and Clare nev- AH. Bad thought. Remove thought. Erase thought.
The line of Love & Hate was always a very closely walked one. Now that being said....
Lilith & Lessien CLEARLY don't 'Love' one another. So perhaps things aren't -that- Black & White. But you get the idea.

... You know, I think - ... man I got to be honest with you Lover-Girl, I got nothing right now. My mind is so far from here it's cleared the towers in street shoes. I am... absolutely, fucked up right now. I don't... remember all of what happened last night;

I know I went to the Casino to drink, I vaguely remember meeting you there... I'm going to ASSUME since your currently patching yourself up that we fought-
Ah!..

Funny thing, pain. When your mind is focused on other realms of your life? It sometimes can be avoided. When your mind sets it's sights on the object -of- pain? It reminds you;
You're in it.

... Ow..

Lilith holds her jaw slowly, softly. Her free hand then begins to hold the side of her head, letting the sheets fall free. This was a peculiar event. The last time Lilith had a one night stand, she'd felt guilty as fuck. Though there were some different circumstances in that, the LAST time she had a one night stand, the other woman involved was madly in love with Lilith;
Once again, this is not currently the case.
So she wasn't really feeling guilt about 'taking advantage of Lessien' - If anything, she could somewhat see it being the other way around. Usually in Lilith's relationships, she was the more dominant personality...
When she was with men.
It's funny... aside from her obsession-totally not obsession, with Amber Gianni.... Lilith was always more... submissive, around other women when it came to the bedroom. Maybe it's some sort of sick psychological balancing act, you know.. for how badly she beats the fuck down on other women outside of the bedroom. She'd have to look into that.

... I definitely agree with you on that Lover-Girl... something tells me...
...

Things will definitely... never be the same..

[Lessien Melwasul]

"Tell me a story."

~Alice was dull with alcohol, farther away than usual. But Betty picked it up sharp and with a mock pleading that was most insincere.~

"Oh yes, please. Tell me why people are contacting me and then paying me break you down and ram syringes into your sweet, pale neck."

~That had been a mistake on their part. Or maybe just a gamble that didn't pay off, or had it? The long night was taking its toll on the ability to calculate what fucked up people were planning. Either way, Lessien had delivered the damage and the chemicals, but had not completed that particular transaction as they had ended up here instead. The eyes of Lessien scanned her handy work. Alice, even dulled, was fine with a stitch and skin. Her hand reached up to the towel rack, where her underwear had been unceremoniously hung. With even less ceremony she pulled them up over her hips. Lessien did not seduce. She paid or she took. The difference was very small in her eyes. That was the only way.~

"The things I do for love."

~Sighed Alice once again from her place.~

"Things I would and have done for free, really.

~Betty added as an afterthought. Digging out another cigarette, the Dragon's Tail escaped her lips. She never actually looked directly at Lilith. She only spoke to her barely lit reflection hovering in the mirror.~

"Then you can tell me why you haven't tracked them down and broken their fucking necks before it even got this far."

~She really did hate where Lilith was right now. It reminded her of so many before. Anjyl, Crymson, Jennifer Drew, and a hundred other names she had forgotten. They all wanted to be loved, grow fat and stupid with love and forget who they had been. They all secretly and then blatantly wanted happy endings jammed between their thighs and then got exactly that. The whole scenario made Lessien madder than any hatter that could be imagined.~

"I'm living in a land that is make believe."

~Betty agreed fullheartedly.~

"That must be it, because the Lilith I knew? She wouldn't be standing here naked in my room laughing about her dumb, fucking luck while playing memory lane. She'd be bringing on the fourth fucking apocalypse."

~Lilith Fucking Creighton. The eyes of Lessien looked down at the Glock 30 on the counter top. It would probably be the most humane thing she had ever done. She tapped a long ash into the sink, the water still running down into the drain.~

"The skies above, swallowed them whole again."

~Slight agitation as she finally turned way from the mirror and raised her voice to the real Lilith standing there in the no light/half light.~

"Chapter 23 too difficult, Lover!? Then I'll help you start."

~The form of Lessien sat on the counter, arms folded across her naked chest as the story was picked up with a suddenly and very present Alice, again.~

"I was just a girl,"

~A long exhale of smoke and bad.~

"when the lights went out completely."

[Lilith]

....

The grinding sound of Lilith's teeth, rang throughout her mind. It was the solitary sound, a solitary sound...

Until she heard it fucking SNAP.

.. You think I don't see it? You think I can't feel it? You think I don't know it? YOU THINK I CAN'T HEAR IT COMING ON?

She springs up from the bed, the sheet drifting from her entirely. It was ironic in the literal sense of the situation. Lilith was naked, bare. Exposed. Before Lessien. You could see this was happening in every,
Possible..

...

Way.

You think I can't FEEL THE HAS-BEEN SYNDROME AT DEATH'S DOOR?! You think I don't SEE myself becoming one of those 'Old legends who cash in on opportune moments for fame'?! I KNOW IT ALL! The useless FUCKING PEOPLE AROUND ME!

ALL OF THEM!

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How I have to cow-tow to someone because she THINKS SHE HAS POWER! Or how I have to shut my mouth because the LAST TIME I struck the ire of the FCC two GOD-DAMN COMPANIES GOT BLOWN OUT OF THEIR NATURAL TAX BRACKET!

I try and I try and no matter FUCKING WHAT, NO ONE IS FUCKING HAPPY!

No one expects, anything from you, but who you are Lover-Girl. That's ALL YOU HAVE TO DO! You don't -HAVE- to look good while you do it;

You don't -HAVE- to have compelling skills within those four fucking sides of rope-encased hell!

You get paid you get loved OR HATED, OR FUCKING BOTH;

For being, YOU!

I NO FUCKING LONGER HAVE THAT LUXURY LESSIEN! IT'S NOT SOMETHING I CAN AFFORD NOW!

'Lilith Creighton' does not invoke FEAR ANYMORE! 'Lilith Creighton' does not destroy INNOCENCE ANYMORE! I was, BY the record books - the FUCKING GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WOMAN'S WRESTLER IN THE LAST MAJORITY, OF THIS USELESS GOD DAMN -DECADE-!

AND WHAT DID IT GET ME?!

'Respect'? 'Fear'? 'Power'? I lost boyfriend after boyfriend, I lost girlfriend after girlfriend-

I LOST MY FUCKING HUSBAND LESSIEN!

... I lost, my God-damned... CHILD!

......

I've... I've had to LOSE MY EMOTIONS anytime a camera's around because THAT'S WHO I WAS! I couldn't GROW AS A PERSON! I couldn't become anything more than punting bitches in the side of their head, and then DROPPING THEM ON THEIR FUCKED UP MADISON AVENUE FACE-JOB PALLET SWAP CLONE-WARS NOSE JOBS!

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Lilith breathes in deeply, long and deep. She could feel her face going numb, her vision slightly blurring. She holds her cheeks in her palms, grinding her teeth. Her tongue snapping and clicking against the inside of her molars. She suddenly snaps her face back up, eyes glaringly open in Lessien's direction.

.. I refuse to become another forgotten Legend;

I refuse to become another lost Superstar;

- I refuse... I REFUSE, TO BECOME ANOTHER MEMORY!

... But it's all, not that simple... is it? If I could change the entire landscape of this fucking pathetic company and all the 'Sport' itself holds dear by simply talking...

I'd of done it, Six, years ago.[/center][/font]

[Lessien Melwasul]

~Very dramatic, a spark of fire from the dried out husk of a girl. A little passion, but in Lessien's frame of mind... for all the wrong reasons. Lessien pulled her black 'Jaws' T-shirt over her head, she didn't care if the hem line was straight or now as she asked rhetorically.~

"This is what I saved?"

~Betty scoffed with her disbelief oozzing over form the edges of her lips.~

"Your husband? Your child!? Your broken, fucking heart!!? Who are you!!??"

~That was it wasn't it. For all their 'respect' and for all their 'equality', they were two completely different women in the end. Lilith seemed to want what Lessien despised most of all: the life of a human being and its need for love and growth. The hands of Lessien worked her jeans up and over her hips, a calming exercise at least.~

"I swear, you must have more voices in your head than I do. They must scream and tear apart your pretty little head until you don't hear a god damn thing anymore."

~The form of Lessien turned on Lilith.~

"Don't you get it, Lover? This human fucking tragedy is trying to destroy you, and what do you do? You want to hug it close to your empty chest and drown it in real tears? No, you want to stick your head in the sands of 'the business'? No wait, you really want to live in the

long

hard

past. Which is it!? Which one!!?"

~Lessien felt betrayed by all Lilith was struggling with. She was like some black angel crashing to Earth, and the shock waves pissed Lessien off to absolutely no end. Lilith had been a pillar in Lessien's perception of the world, and now that pillar was crumbling into breath and skin.~

"You're all backwards, Lilith. You've got it all wrong. Losing your emotions was the best thing you could've done. It made you what you are."

"The glory of the days gone bye."

~Alice was sad about that as well.~

Don't cry to me about your lost humanity. Don't cry to me at all! Not even that inbred whore Crymson ever dared shed a tear near me."

~Betty laughed with a cruel tinge of realization.~

"You're like some fucked Pinocchio, who should be wishing to be a puppet again."

~The road worn jacket looked heavy and it was. But that was life and Lessien's shoulders had carried the leather to form. Lessien did not change. She was eternal. She was hard wired into the way she was.~

"This precious life that was stolen from you?"

~Betty snorted in contempt, while slipping her loaded Glock .30 back into its shoulder holster.~

"It's reaching out from the shallow grave to strangle you."

~Lessien slipped the black glasses over her sensitive eyes.~

"Maybe it's for the best that it does just that."

~Betty flicked her Lucky Strike into the wastebasket. A wastebasket stuffed with towels, rags and bandages soaked in pure and not so pure alcohol. Hungry flames lept up to kiss the walls and consume just as Lessien's hard worn coat brushed against Lilith's skin. The heat was growing quickly, and Lessien didn't look back at the woman she had once known so long ago.~