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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 10 2007, 03:57 AM (48 Views) | |
| Zessy D. | Jul 10 2007, 03:57 AM Post #1 |
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Opening up we are met with the lonely streets of any big street night. Rain was pouring out from the sky as we saw a lonely figure... A woman that had changed so much in a matter of weeks. That figure was of course Zesboca Devani. She held a black coat over her head as she ran through the rain possibly not expecting it when she went out for the night. Her makeup is smeared down her face and hair sticking to it from the rain that doesn't look like it is letting up soon. Finally a haven comes to her as she enters a small hotel that a few of the FIW stars are staying at for the event coming soon. Standing under the ledge of the hotel she rings out her hair to get some of the water out but doesn't help any since she is soaked from head to toe. Zesboca goes in anyways in her soaked state to realize that she might not be the only one. A few people at the counter are as wet as she is trying to get a room for the night. She makes her way to the stairs to lead to the higher floors by passing another small counter. "Ms. Devani?" Hearing her name causes her to stop and look at a teenaged girl sitting at a counter. Zesboca walks over holding her hair up off of her neck while staring at the young girl... So innocent sitting there smacking at her gum which she is probably not suppose to do. "Yes?" "Someone from the FIW stopped in today and dropped this off for you. I told them you were gone for the night but I would hold on to it." The young girl pulls open a small drawner fishing through the other evelops inside. She smiles coming across a slightly off white evenlop with Zesboca Devani writen on the cover in womanly handwriting. She passes the note over to Zesboca who tries wiping off some water from her hands before grabbing the note. "Thank you... Did they say who they were?" "Just some FIW backstage guy... Didn't really give a name or anything." Zesboca makes a face not being able to place the guy inside of the FIW. Shrugging she flashes the note to the girl at the counter and continues her way up to the third floor using the stairs. Her eyes glance over the note without opening it yet. Getting to her door she fishes out her key from her backpocket to open the door. Getting inside she flips on a few lights throwing the letter to the bed not ready to read it yet. "I bet this is Tanya trying some shit... Looks just like her writing." Zesboca grumbles a few things about Tanya as she strips from her wet clothing and going behind a wall that the cameraman doesn't follow just yet to get her a bit of privacy. She comes around the corner dress in a simple deep red tank with black sweats on. She looks into the mirror grabbing a towel wetting it to wipe away the thick makeup that has sweared across her face. "Maybe a fan that was addicted to Tanya... Scared that I have hurt her emotionally. Tanya has to much shit on her plate for me to even start to make a dent on its own." Zesboca smirks while shaking her head. She gathers up her hair in a bun so the wet hair isn't hitting the back of her neck. She takes a flop on the bed picking up the note again since now she is dry. The note flips through her fingers a few times before tearing the far left side off and letting the note fall out. Again the womanly handwriting goes with the cover of the letter. Letter: [align=center]Zesboca Devani, Pay no mind to who this letter is from or how I know you...It will all be revealed in good time. What I am writing to you about however is simple enough in it's description. I believe you are lost, Zesboca. A lost soul looking for enlightenment in the wrong place, on the wrong avenue. Graver does not have the answers you seek. His violence, his anger towards the sancticity of life will not give you the recognition, the comfort you strive for. I beleive that once I arrive within the halls of FIW, your answers will be revealed however I can manage to do so. Perhaps then, that will calm the anger in your heart, and the chaos within your soul. Perhaps then it will open your bloodstained eyes to the ones who truly love you, who truly care for you and who hurt dearly because of the choices you have made. I will do everything within my power to make you realize the error of your ways, Zesboca, whether you are willing to accept my help or not. God be with you, Zesboca Devani. God be with you.[/align] Zesboca rereads the letter over and over again shocked that someone would write a thing to her. She drops the letter on the bed and pulls her knees to her chest. Putting her hands on her knees she rest her chin there. "The better half of the wrestling world thinks I'm taking a step to big... Or possibly to big for my own pants. Some think it is just to have a killer storyline.. Only skin deep." Zesboca smirks shaking her head again. Picking up her head she undoes the makeshift bandage around her hand. Looking at the palm of her hand she see a deep long cut starting to heal one possibly that needed stitches. She flexes her hand for a moment finching a second to the slight pain. "Skin deep isn't right... It comes from the inside out. Anger in my heart darling? Oh how you picked the wrong words. There isn't anger in my heart just blood and gore like La Lesbiana Fantastica said earlier to me. I have seen the bad parts of life from an early age. Treated like the dirt each of us walk upon." Zesboca shrugs while leaning back against the headboard on the hard hotel bed. "We all make choices and each of those choices change our lives for the rest of them. It could be as simple as choosing what to wear from day to day.. To as hard as trying to make a new self or embracing the side that god gave you from the beginning of your life. Mystery write I might not know who you are... But your god's man or woman. Sent from the heavens to protect those who need it and harm those who deserve it. I might not know you or know of you... But out all people I would think you would understand that." Zesboca nods lightly not wanting to knock herself out on the wall. She would probably just knock a hole in the thin walls of the hotel. "Chaos... Who's soul isn't full of chaos? Again back to the choices. Choices cause chaos and panic. Even with the clothes we debat with ourselves whether we should wear the red shirt or the green shirt... Which matches you better? Or will you look decent in it? Will people like you in it? See so much in that little bit of just picking a shirt. I went through my choices with Tanya... She was outdated. Past her prime. She is getting older and wanting to have a real family with her choice of being pregnant... Well having the child." Zesboca sits up again not being able to sit still long. She runs her fingers over the edge of the paper not picking it up again. "I wasn't looking for some young.. Or in the best shape or anything of that sort. I was looking for someone in their prime. Looking for someone that has already made a real impact in this business.. Someone that could turn my upside down world to straight. To have thoughts on just this business and not worrying about... Oh how will this effect my kids now and later. Graver was that choice..." Zesboca folds up the letter and slides it back into its place then sits it down on the end table nearby. "He doesn't have a single love for anyone in this business expect for himself. He gets what he wants and that is what I want. I don't expect him to be do giving that he insteadly trains me. I know I have to make a stand for myself first. Impress him and prove something. What I'm not sure of that is why I went to him this week... I have to know my next steps in getting my lesson." Zesboca takes a moment to pull the blankets out from under herself. Sinking down in the bed she pulls the covers up to her chin. "Mystery writer.. One day we will meet... One day our choices will bring us to that. Whether it is in a bloodbath or running into the back. But I have made my choice and it seems you have made yours. I'm a woman... Meaning it is hard to change my mind. I wish you the best in luck with what your trying to do... Won't be easy I promise you that. Good night." Zesboca turns in the bed fishing for the cord to the lamp. *Click* The lights go out giving us only a a slight glow from the outside streets and the view of the rain from the outside through the window till the screen goes completely black. |
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