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From: MSN NicknameWrit3SinsNotTrag3di3s  (Original Message)Sent: 8/12/2008 4:05 PM
__;;Adalyn Raine Roleplay

     
AdalynRaine.jpg picture by ItsxInxThexBlood

Dear Diary;;

__;;

 People Mentioned;;

 just read it!

Behind The Scenes;;

 New charrie, bear with me lol

 Allies/Enemies;;

 None/None

 W/L/D;;

 00/00/00

Inside Her Head ;;

Are you guys ready for me?....I didn't think so 

I'm coming over like a Suicide

 __;; An annoying little ring tone starts to play inside the gold VolvoS40. Suddenly a hand reaches up and grabs the phone off of the dashboard, silencing it with just the touch of a button. A head of black hair can be seen resting against the steering wheel as a faint mumble escapes from somewhere underneath the hair. The person sits up, revealing it to be a woman with a pale face and pink lipgloss. She was obviously asleep when the cameras found her here, and a red mark is evident on her forehead from where she rested against the steering wheel. The woman yawns and pulls down the visor mirror and takes a good look at her reflection. Her eyes pop open at the sight of the red mark, her fingers reach up to touch it as she speaks aloud to herself.

Adalyn Raine;; Damn it, I  can't go in there with this on my face!

__;; She then reaches over for her Chanel purse, which was resting in the passenger seat. After a moment of searching, she pulls out a compact and begins to conceal the red mark on her face. Within seconds, it is gone, and a smile appears on her face.

Adalyn Raine;; There! That's more like it.

__;; She now closes the visor mirror and with her Chanel purse in hand, opens the door and gets out of her car. Before closing the door, she presses a button to pop the trunk and then goes around to grab her suitcase. It's a pink leopard Betty Johnson case. After retrieving her bag, she closes the trunk and door and locks the car with another click of a button. With the suitcase trailing behind her on wheels, she walks up to the back doors only to find they are locked.

Adalyn Raine;; What the hell?! How do they expect us to get in here, if the damn door is locked?!

__;; She starts to bang on the door in frustration, while yelling, in attempt to get someone's attention.

Adalyn Raine;; Hello? Is anyone in there? It's Adalyn Raine. I'm supposed to debut here tonight....Hello?!

__;; Adalyn sighs in frustration and kicks the door, only to be even more upset. She was wearing one of a kind Betsy Johnson heels, and now they had a scuff mark on the front left toe.

Adalyn Raine;; Fuck! Augh, this cannot be happening.

__;; Adalyn now sits down on the curb in defeat, hoping someone will hurry up and answer the damn door. Minutes pass, and then suddenly the door opens and a seemingly drunk security guard stumbles out.

Adalyn Raine;; It's about fucking time! God, I've been out here for at least a half hour!

__;; The man stares at her blankly, and Adalyn just shakes her head in disgust. Picking up her suitcase and purse she starts to storm past him when he calls after her.

Security Guard;; Wait...what's...your name? Only certified...personal allowed....

Adalyn Raine;; I'm not telling you shit! You kept me waiting out here for thirty minutes, and besides do I look like a hobo? As if a homeless person could afford theese...

__;; She motions to her Chanel purse and Betsy Johnson attire. Adalyn then rolls her eyes and stomps away from the drunk security bastard. Then suddenly a thought hits her, where the hell was her locker room? Right when she was starting to freak out a bit, she sees a clipboard resting on a table. Obviously it belonged to the security guard, but it was apparant he was too drunk to do his job properly. She walks over to the table and takes the clipboard, she then signs her name in and finds the number for her locker room. Tossing the clipboard back down, she makes her way down the hall and stops short, finally coming across her locker room. She opens the door and steps inside, not bothering to close the door she goes over to the back and sets her bags down. After taking a quick look around the room, she leaves, closing the door behind her this time.

TBC;; by anyone! =]

 

Disclaimer: The following layout was made by Exotic Dreams for Alleena's rp purposes only at Diamonds Are Forver, so what that means is its my shit so no touchies or no stealing! If caught with my shit you will burn in hell and your ass is mines! Dont be a dick and steal! I have eyes everywhere...



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From: MSN NicknameWrit3SinsNotTrag3di3sSent: 8/13/2008 4:07 PM
__;;Adalyn Raine Roleplay

     
AdalynRaine.jpg picture by ItsxInxThexBlood

Dear Diary;;

__;;

 People Mentioned;;

 just read it!

Behind The Scenes;;

 New charrie, bear with me lol

 Allies/Enemies;;

 None/None

 W/L/D;;

 00/00/00

Inside Her Head ;;

Are you guys ready for me?....I didn't think so 

I'm coming over like a Suicide

 __;; An annoying little ring tone starts to play inside the gold VolvoS40. Suddenly a hand reaches up and grabs the phone off of the dashboard, silencing it with just the touch of a button. A head of black hair can be seen resting against the steering wheel as a faint mumble escapes from somewhere underneath the hair. The person sits up, revealing it to be a woman with a pale face and pink lipgloss. She was obviously asleep when the cameras found her here, and a red mark is evident on her forehead from where she rested against the steering wheel. The woman yawns and pulls down the visor mirror and takes a good look at her reflection. Her eyes pop open at the sight of the red mark, her fingers reach up to touch it as she speaks aloud to herself.

Adalyn Raine;; Damn it, I  can't go in there with this on my face!

__;; She then reaches over for her Chanel purse, which was resting in the passenger seat. After a moment of searching, she pulls out a compact and begins to conceal the red mark on her face. Within seconds, it is gone, and a smile appears on her face.

Adalyn Raine;; There! That's more like it.

__;; She now closes the visor mirror and with her Chanel purse in hand, opens the door and gets out of her car. Before closing the door, she presses a button to pop the trunk and then goes around to grab her suitcase. It's a pink leopard Betty Johnson case. After retrieving her bag, she closes the trunk and door and locks the car with another click of a button. With the suitcase trailing behind her on wheels, she walks up to the back doors only to find they are locked.

Adalyn Raine;; What the hell?! How do they expect us to get in here, if the damn door is locked?!

__;; She starts to bang on the door in frustration, while yelling, in attempt to get someone's attention.

Adalyn Raine;; Hello? Is anyone in there? It's Adalyn Raine. I'm supposed to debut here tonight....Hello?!

__;; Adalyn sighs in frustration and kicks the door, only to be even more upset. She was wearing one of a kind Betsy Johnson heels, and now they had a scuff mark on the front left toe.

Adalyn Raine;; Fuck! Augh, this cannot be happening.

__;; Adalyn now sits down on the curb in defeat, hoping someone will hurry up and answer the damn door. Minutes pass, and then suddenly the door opens and a seemingly drunk security guard stumbles out.

Adalyn Raine;; It's about fucking time! God, I've been out here for at least a half hour!

__;; The man stares at her blankly, and Adalyn just shakes her head in disgust. Picking up her suitcase and purse she starts to storm past him when he calls after her.

Security Guard;; Wait...what's...your name? Only certified...personal allowed....

Adalyn Raine;; I'm not telling you shit! You kept me waiting out here for thirty minutes, and besides do I look like a hobo? As if a homeless person could afford theese...

__;; She motions to her Chanel purse and Betsy Johnson attire. Adalyn then rolls her eyes and stomps away from the drunk security bastard. Then suddenly a thought hits her, where the hell was her locker room? Right when she was starting to freak out a bit, she sees a clipboard resting on a table. Obviously it belonged to the security guard, but it was apparant he was too drunk to do his job properly. She walks over to the table and takes the clipboard, she then signs her name in and finds the number for her locker room. Tossing the clipboard back down, she makes her way down the hall and stops short, finally coming across her locker room. She opens the door and steps inside, not bothering to close the door she goes over to the back and sets her bags down. After taking a quick look around the room, she leaves, closing the door behind her this time.

__;; The cameras now pan out into the sold out arena. Everyone looks anxious, waiting for the next best thing to happen. Then suddenly the lights dim down, causing automatic screams from the fans. The sound of sirens start to rip through the PA system, followed by a shrill scream, all to be cut off by "Disturbia" a moment later. The audience stands to their feet in excitement as Adalyn Raine steps out from behind the curtains. She has a smug smile on her face as she walks down the ramp, she has an undeniable energy to her, which makes the fans cheer for her as she runs down the rest of the rampway and slides into the ring. She then takes turns going to two opposite facing turnbuckles, climbing the tops of them and then blowing a kiss out to the audience. After this she jumps down and asks for a microphone from a stagehand. With a microphone in hand, she centers herself in the ring as she begins her speech.

Adalyn Raine;; For those of you that don't know me...which actually now that I think about it, would be all of you...my name is Adalyn Raine. *she smiles* And I don't know if any of you happened to catch my arrival to the arena, here on the big screen *she motions to the titan tron* but in case you didn't, allow me to inform you that the security guards here are dumb fucks. Seriously, like if any of you wanted to get backstage right now, I'm sure you could manage it...as long as you don't look homeless or something like that, which by the looks of things, *she scans the audience* all of you look absolutly fabulous tonight! *the crowd cheers* But of course, not as good as me. *she smirks as some of the crowd boos her* What? I'm only telling the truth. I mean, have you seen this dress? *she motions to her outfit* It's a Betsy Johnson original. *she pauses for a second as she scans the crowd again* Actually, now that I get a really, really good look at you all....more than half of you look like absolute shit. I mean, flannel in the summer?...Who the hell dressed you? And you!

__;; Adalyn motions to a girl in the front row as she slips out of the ring and walks over to her.

Adalyn Raine;; Hunny, the mullet wasn't even cool when Billy Ray Cyrus had one. Get a freakin hair cut!

__;; She continues to walk along the guard rail, speculating people, when suddenly she stops in front of a family of four. The dad has one of them shirts on with painted on handprints and writing that reads "Worlds Greatest Dad!" Adalyn stiffles a laugh as she speaks.

Adalyn Raine;; Sweetie, everyone knows that when your kids get you things like this....*she points to his shirt*...that you arn't really supposed to wear them out in public, and that you just wear it at home as maybe a sleep shirt, at the very least. However, by the sights of this one, I  would of just thrown it away.

__;; Adalyn looks at the shirt with disgust as she walks away from the family. The children look like they might cry as their parents have an obvious look of disapproval on their faces. Adalyn just smirks as she gets back inside the ring to finish her speech.

Adalyn Raine;; Now, unfortunatly for you people, I'm not here to give fashion tips. No, I'm here to tell you all that I have officially signed a contract with the WGEF. Which makes me one of the newest divas here, and in result to that, most people will probably over look me and think of me as nothing more than a waste of space. *she laughs* Which is fine, because I'll prove them wrong the first time they step into the ring with me. Just because I'm gorgeous, and have some damn good fashion sense, doesn't mean I can't fight and hold my own. *she pauses* However, I'm not going to stand out here all night defending myself for nothing, I have nothing to prove to anyone, and I will get by just fine being classified as an 'under dog.' But if anyone backstage thinks they would like to test the fact of whether or not I can back my shit up with more than good lucks, feel free to challenge me. I'm always up for a good challenge, and if anyone else is just looking for a good time, come stop by my locker room sometime. Because I'm not a straight edge by any means, and I know how to party, and let's be honest, who doesn't enjoy a good party? *she smiles* With that said, I believe I'm done here. *she now looks back at the people she previously criticized* Hopefully, next time I come out here to address the audience, you all will look a hell of a lot better.

__;; Adalyn flashes them a smug grin as "Disturbia" blares back on to the PA system. She then lets the microphone slip from her fingers and drop to the canvas as she exits the ring and heads backstage.

__;; The cameras are now backstage showing Adalyn walking around, doing nothing more than exploring the arena. She stops to buy a Fiji water out of the vending machine, and as she bends over to retrieve it, she feels someone standing beside her. Adalyn stands up and looks over at the person with a raised eyebrow.

Adalyn Raine;; Um, can I help you?

 

TBC;; by anyone! =]

 

Disclaimer: The following layout was made by Exotic Dreams for Alleena's rp purposes only at Diamonds Are Forver, so what that means is its my shit so no touchies or no stealing! If caught with my shit you will burn in hell and your ass is mines! Dont be a dick and steal! I have eyes everywhere...


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__;;Adalyn Raine Roleplay

     
AdalynRaine.jpg picture by ItsxInxThexBlood

Dear Diary;;

__;;

 People Mentioned;;

 just read it!

Behind The Scenes;;

 New charrie, bear with me lol

 Allies/Enemies;;

 None/None

 W/L/D;;

 00/00/00

Inside Her Head ;;

Are you guys ready for me?....I didn't think so 

I'm coming over like a Suicide

 __;; An annoying little ring tone starts to play inside the gold VolvoS40. Suddenly a hand reaches up and grabs the phone off of the dashboard, silencing it with just the touch of a button. A head of black hair can be seen resting against the steering wheel as a faint mumble escapes from somewhere underneath the hair. The person sits up, revealing it to be a woman with a pale face and pink lipgloss. She was obviously asleep when the cameras found her here, and a red mark is evident on her forehead from where she rested against the steering wheel. The woman yawns and pulls down the visor mirror and takes a good look at her reflection. Her eyes pop open at the sight of the red mark, her fingers reach up to touch it as she speaks aloud to herself.

Adalyn Raine;; Damn it, I  can't go in there with this on my face!

__;; She then reaches over for her Chanel purse, which was resting in the passenger seat. After a moment of searching, she pulls out a compact and begins to conceal the red mark on her face. Within seconds, it is gone, and a smile appears on her face.

Adalyn Raine;; There! That's more like it.

__;; She now closes the visor mirror and with her Chanel purse in hand, opens the door and gets out of her car. Before closing the door, she presses a button to pop the trunk and then goes around to grab her suitcase. It's a pink leopard Betty Johnson case. After retrieving her bag, she closes the trunk and door and locks the car with another click of a button. With the suitcase trailing behind her on wheels, she walks up to the back doors only to find they are locked.

Adalyn Raine;; What the hell?! How do they expect us to get in here, if the damn door is locked?!

__;; She starts to bang on the door in frustration, while yelling, in attempt to get someone's attention.

Adalyn Raine;; Hello? Is anyone in there? It's Adalyn Raine. I'm supposed to debut here tonight....Hello?!

__;; Adalyn sighs in frustration and kicks the door, only to be even more upset. She was wearing one of a kind Betsy Johnson heels, and now they had a scuff mark on the front left toe.

Adalyn Raine;; Fuck! Augh, this cannot be happening.

__;; Adalyn now sits down on the curb in defeat, hoping someone will hurry up and answer the damn door. Minutes pass, and then suddenly the door opens and a seemingly drunk security guard stumbles out.

Adalyn Raine;; It's about fucking time! God, I've been out here for at least a half hour!

__;; The man stares at her blankly, and Adalyn just shakes her head in disgust. Picking up her suitcase and purse she starts to storm past him when he calls after her.

Security Guard;; Wait...what's...your name? Only certified...personal allowed....

Adalyn Raine;; I'm not telling you shit! You kept me waiting out here for thirty minutes, and besides do I look like a hobo? As if a homeless person could afford theese...

__;; She motions to her Chanel purse and Betsy Johnson attire. Adalyn then rolls her eyes and stomps away from the drunk security bastard. Then suddenly a thought hits her, where the hell was her locker room? Right when she was starting to freak out a bit, she sees a clipboard resting on a table. Obviously it belonged to the security guard, but it was apparant he was too drunk to do his job properly. She walks over to the table and takes the clipboard, she then signs her name in and finds the number for her locker room. Tossing the clipboard back down, she makes her way down the hall and stops short, finally coming across her locker room. She opens the door and steps inside, not bothering to close the door she goes over to the back and sets her bags down. After taking a quick look around the room, she leaves, closing the door behind her this time.

__;; The cameras now pan out into the sold out arena. Everyone looks anxious, waiting for the next best thing to happen. Then suddenly the lights dim down, causing automatic screams from the fans. The sound of sirens start to rip through the PA system, followed by a shrill scream, all to be cut off by "Disturbia" a moment later. The audience stands to their feet in excitement as Adalyn Raine steps out from behind the curtains. She has a smug smile on her face as she walks down the ramp, she has an undeniable energy to her, which makes the fans cheer for her as she runs down the rest of the rampway and slides into the ring. She then takes turns going to two opposite facing turnbuckles, climbing the tops of them and then blowing a kiss out to the audience. After this she jumps down and asks for a microphone from a stagehand. With a microphone in hand, she centers herself in the ring as she begins her speech.

Adalyn Raine;; For those of you that don't know me...which actually now that I think about it, would be all of you...my name is Adalyn Raine. *she smiles* And I don't know if any of you happened to catch my arrival to the arena, here on the big screen *she motions to the titan tron* but in case you didn't, allow me to inform you that the security guards here are dumb fucks. Seriously, like if any of you wanted to get backstage right now, I'm sure you could manage it...as long as you don't look homeless or something like that, which by the looks of things, *she scans the audience* all of you look absolutly fabulous tonight! *the crowd cheers* But of course, not as good as me. *she smirks as some of the crowd boos her* What? I'm only telling the truth. I mean, have you seen this dress? *she motions to her outfit* It's a Betsy Johnson original. *she pauses for a second as she scans the crowd again* Actually, now that I get a really, really good look at you all....more than half of you look like absolute shit. I mean, flannel in the summer?...Who the hell dressed you? And you!

__;; Adalyn motions to a girl in the front row as she slips out of the ring and walks over to her.

Adalyn Raine;; Hunny, the mullet wasn't even cool when Billy Ray Cyrus had one. Get a freakin hair cut!

__;; She continues to walk along the guard rail, speculating people, when suddenly she stops in front of a family of four. The dad has one of them shirts on with painted on handprints and writing that reads "Worlds Greatest Dad!" Adalyn stiffles a laugh as she speaks.

Adalyn Raine;; Sweetie, everyone knows that when your kids get you things like this....*she points to his shirt*...that you arn't really supposed to wear them out in public, and that you just wear it at home as maybe a sleep shirt, at the very least. However, by the sights of this one, I  would of just thrown it away.

__;; Adalyn looks at the shirt with disgust as she walks away from the family. The children look like they might cry as their parents have an obvious look of disapproval on their faces. Adalyn just smirks as she gets back inside the ring to finish her speech.

Adalyn Raine;; Now, unfortunatly for you people, I'm not here to give fashion tips. No, I'm here to tell you all that I have officially signed a contract with the WGEF. Which makes me one of the newest divas here, and in result to that, most people will probably over look me and think of me as nothing more than a waste of space. *she laughs* Which is fine, because I'll prove them wrong the first time they step into the ring with me. Just because I'm gorgeous, and have some damn good fashion sense, doesn't mean I can't fight and hold my own. *she pauses* However, I'm not going to stand out here all night defending myself for nothing, I have nothing to prove to anyone, and I will get by just fine being classified as an 'under dog.' But if anyone backstage thinks they would like to test the fact of whether or not I can back my shit up with more than good lucks, feel free to challenge me. I'm always up for a good challenge, and if anyone else is just looking for a good time, come stop by my locker room sometime. Because I'm not a straight edge by any means, and I know how to party, and let's be honest, who doesn't enjoy a good party? *she smiles* With that said, I believe I'm done here. *she now looks back at the people she previously criticized* Hopefully, next time I come out here to address the audience, you all will look a hell of a lot better.

__;; Adalyn flashes them a smug grin as "Disturbia" blares back on to the PA system. She then lets the microphone slip from her fingers and drop to the canvas as she exits the ring and heads backstage.

__;; The cameras are now backstage showing Adalyn walking around, doing nothing more than exploring the arena. She stops to buy a Fiji water out of the vending machine, and as she bends over to retrieve it, she feels someone standing beside her. Adalyn stands up and looks over at the person with a raised eyebrow.

Adalyn Raine;; Um, can I help you?

 

TBC;; by anyone! =]

 

Disclaimer: The following layout was made by Exotic Dreams for Alleena's rp purposes only at Diamonds Are Forver, so what that means is its my shit so no touchies or no stealing! If caught with my shit you will burn in hell and your ass is mines! Dont be a dick and steal! I have eyes everywhere...


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