warning ;; This roleplay is an Adalyn Raine one-of-a-kind creation. You should use caution before reading on, because this roleplay will contain violence, bitchy attitudes, curse words, ass kicking and possibly some graphic sexual situations. If you find any of the above mentioned things revolting in any way, then I suggest you take your virgin ass somewhere else, and step the fuck away from this masterpiece. If you even so much as open your mouth to complain, Adalyn will shove her five-inch, Betsy Johnson heels down your throat! �?She's coming over like a suicide... dear diary ;; __;; You are so not in my leage inspiration ;; Hollywood Undead inside my head ;; Hugs not Drugs! behind the scenes ;; blah. i have a headache, this will probably suck lol...and good luck Miss Angela lol i loved ur rp. =] __;; The scene opens up showing Adalyn sitting on a curb outside the WGEF arena, where a pink T-Mobile sidekick is placed in her hands as she furiously types away, texting a message to one of her dearest friends, Jeffree Star. The fans obviously can't see what she is texting, because as soon as the cameras even try to get up in her personal business, Adalyn looks up at the camera man with a raised eyebrow and a pissed off expression. Adalyn Raine;; Seriously? Do you mind giving me some fucking space here? __;; The camera man backs off a bit, giving her the space that she desires as she scowls and turns her her attention back to her sidekick where she has just received a new text from Jeffree. Jeffree Star;; Like, oh my god...what is that bitch smoking, thinking that she can seriously kick your ass tonight? Adalyn Raine;; LOL...actually she is smoking a little something called ganja. And boy does it show, the girl has obviously let it affect what tiny brain cells she has left. Jeffree Star;; Haha...well girl, you know your the queen B there, and I'll totally be rooting for you tonight. =] Adalyn Raine;; Aww babe, thanks. That means a lot. <3 Jeffree Star;; Yeah, and win or lose, at least you'll look fucking fabulous! Lol...no but seriously, just don't let that Jamaican piece of cunt get to you. Adalyn Raine;; LOL don't worry, I won't...ah but I got to go...I'm sure someone is going to want to hear from me once more before the match. But I'll call you tonight after the fight. Jeffree Star;; Alright baby, see you then. __;; With a smile on her face, Adalyn now puts her sidekick away in her purse. The cameras now move in closer, thinking that since she is done with her 'private' conversation, it gives them the right to once again be all up in her face. Adalyn still not looking pleased by this, but deciding not to say anything, stands up and starts to walk back inside the arena. She barely gets inside when this man wearing quite possibly one of thee nerdiest pairs of glasses starts briskly walking towards her. The man looks familar, but her still being quite new, of course doesn't know everyone's name around this place. Adalyn greets the man with a half smile as he stands now only two feet away from her with a microphone in hand. Ah, so he's an interviewer...no wonder he looked so familar...still, she had no fucking clue what his name was. Daniel Sanchez;; Hello Adalyn...would you care if I asked you a couple of questions in response to Angela's earlier comments? Adalyn Raine;; Um, sure...but first, could you tell me what your name is?...That way I don't feel like I'm talking with a complete and total stranger about my business. Daniel Sanchez;; Oh, right, I'm sorry...I forgot that you are new here and probably arn't used to us interviewers yet. *he smiles* But my name is Daniel Sanchez. It's a pleasure to meet you. __; Daniel puts out his hand and looks at Adalyn expecting her to return the favour. She is a bit hesitant about it, but in the end decides to shake his hand, but doesn't let go right away, suddenly becoming transfixed on his poorly groomed fingernails. Adalyn Raine;; Daniel...have you ever heard of a manicure? Like. seriously if you want, we can go back to my locker room and I'll give you one while we talk about my match. Daniel Sanchez;; A manicure?...uh, I don't know. Nothing girly right? Adalyn Raine;; Oh no sweetie, of course not! But I'm not going to be able to take you seriously if I have to keep looking at those fingernails! Come on, let's go. __;; Adalyn still having his hand in hers from the hand shake, starts to pull him along behind her in the direction of her locker room. She is still half deciding on whether or not she should embarass him by painting his nails pink...or just really shape them up and give him a decent manicure, for a male. She smiles to herself thinking about what he would look like with flourescent nails...but then her thoughts get cut short as she reaches her locker room door. Adalyn lets go of Daniel's hand and pushes open her door as she leads him inside. Closing the door behind them, she then motions for him to have a seat on the couch while she looks for her manicure utensils. After rummaging through a few of her bags and vanity table drawers, she pulls out a purple make up bag with a smile on her face. Daniel still looks really unsure about this whole idea, but his uncomfortable aura doesn't stop her from plopping down beside him looking like a giddy little school girl who is about to paint her best friend's nails...which I'm sure made him even more nervous. She unzips the bag and pulls out a nail file, clippers and lime green nail polish. Daniel's eye pop open like a little kid on Christmas when he sees the nailpolish in her hands. She laughs at the expression on his face and says... Adalyn Raine;; Woah, calm down little girl. The nail polish isn't for you. Its for me. I'm gonna need something to keep my attention in this interview, once I'm done with your nails...speaking of which, you can begin at any time. You'll only make me nervous if you stare down at my hands while I'm doing this, *she smiles* I promise it won't hurt. Daniel Sanchez;; Okay then...well first off, were you fortunate enough to catch any of Angela's interview earlier? Adalyn Raine;; *she laughs* Well, I don't know if I would consider myself "fortunate" for getting to hear that ugly bitch speak tonight, but yes, I did see the interview. Though, I grew rather bored with her "ganja" induced ramblings at the end. Daniel Sanchez;; Ah, so you don't smoke then? Adalyn Raine;; What the fuck? No! Babe, I believe in hugs not drugs. __;; Adalyn smiles and throws up a peace sign with her fingers, laughing a little to herself in result of her 'scene' actions. Boy, was Jeffree rubbing off on her lately. She shakes her head at this thought and starts to file down Daniel's nails as he speaks again. Daniel Sanchez;; *he laughs a little* Alright, well overall, what did you think of Miss Stewart's interview? Adalyn Raine;; So, as you can see, with those other options being labeled as a waste of my precious time, the obvious pick had to be you, but I didn't want to just have you mentor me, because all the other 'top dogs' either were ass holes or going to be fore-seen as future problems, no I also wanted to make sure that you had something to offer me. And after also watching a couple of your own promos, it was apparant that you do know how to work the audience and intimidate your opponents....which made me curious about how well you performed in the ring. *she smiles* And surprisingly, your abilities in the ring didn't disappoint me, because I'm not gonna lie, but for a moment I thought maybe you were going to be one of them guys that can only talk the talk, but can't back it up. __;; Adalyn pauses for a moment as Chris looks at her intently, waiting for her to continue. Adalyn Raine;; But obviously, you are not one of them guys, or I wouldn't even be here in your locker room right now. *she smiles* So, have I finally given you the perfect answer to your endless question? Or are you still not satisfied with why little ole' me came to the great Christopher Michaels? __;; Adalyn raises an eyebrow at Chris as he smiles to himself. He leans forward in his seat once again before answering her question. TBC by Chris Michaels This layout was made for Alleena by Burnt Halo at DAF. Don't be a moron; just request your own.