From the diary of Hailey Beckford -
I'm starting to go on a limb, now, knowing that I can't hold back on these plans anymore. There's only so much calculated planning one can make before action has to happen, and while I have things as intricately drawn out as I
possibly can...
I've realized something. The best plans, at least in this situation, are
no plans at all. Go for what you can, and get out while you still can.
I've yet to go in, but - tonight. Tonight I'm going to throw caution to
the wind and simply go for things.
Daddy's concerned - I think he's starting to catch on to my real reasons for being here. After all, Hailey Renee, wanting to do much of anything
but write in her secretive notebooks? Strange happenings, indeed...
-*-
I'd looked to see just what exactly I was dealing with, what I should wear, little things - I need to know, after all, what is going to make me all the more the catch. There are far too many girls here who I know have more in the looks department than I do, but...
If I can flaunt what I do have in a way that can keep attention? I'm set.
I'd gone through the bags I'd brought with me and found just what I was looking for - the ruffly red dress I had, neck low cut, just enough ruffle on it to be feminine. Long blonde hair let down, tucked innocently behind my ears. Just enough makeup to bring a glow to my face, subtle gold powder dusted over bare skin - plenty of attention drawn to my eyes, as I know the multicolored orbs tend to drag someone in as soon as they look.
Innocent. Vulnerable. There was a draw to that, and I was going to take it and run.
The setting - it's something that I'd seen a lot since tailing these guys - another bar, one that was full of scantily clad women - I stood out on that alone, the fact that I was simply covered. Of course, the fact that I'd been a ghost of a shadow.
That in itself was enough to draw a little interest in dark eyes as I wove my way through the crowd, managing a little bit of a smile - it wasn't difficult to act as if I was interested in him on a sexual level, as - well, there was reason for his vanity, and good reason at that.
"I was wondering when you'd actually come over here..." Rich baritone tickled my ears, and I couldn't help but shiver, just a little. It was part act, part...
One deep breath, and I remind myself of what I'm doing - what is going to happen after I get under the skin of the enemy. Evil.
It's just a shame that other people have to pay too. For years, I had solely plotted revenge against one Hunter Hearst Helmsley. It's just a shame that I'll have to kill a living legend, too. And - well, someone else with so much promise ahead of them.
Ric Flair and Randy Orton shouldn't have to die, but unfortunately, it will probably end that way.
It's...sad, really, but I've seen things. Some people cannot be saved.
I flutter my lashes a bit, leaning in to giggle softly in the youngest's ear, holding back a cringe as I could smell the sting of alcohol on his breath, the feeling of wayward hands already wanting to tug my delicate dress off my frame -
One of my hands finds his, however, and fingers lace together, giving an tug full of less-than-wholesome intent.
He simply looks at me for a moment, and then a slow grin spreads across that strikingly handsome face, before he looks over his shoulder and waves in the direction of the other two, both who look rather amused...
I'm trying not to be sick as my gaze follows to the squinty gaze of the reason for my hate.
I'm already getting under - it's almost too easy.
I'm starting to go on a limb, now, knowing that I can't hold back on these plans anymore. There's only so much calculated planning one can make before action has to happen, and while I have things as intricately drawn out as I
possibly can...
I've realized something. The best plans, at least in this situation, are
no plans at all. Go for what you can, and get out while you still can.
I've yet to go in, but - tonight. Tonight I'm going to throw caution to
the wind and simply go for things.
Daddy's concerned - I think he's starting to catch on to my real reasons for being here. After all, Hailey Renee, wanting to do much of anything
but write in her secretive notebooks? Strange happenings, indeed...
-*-
I'd looked to see just what exactly I was dealing with, what I should wear, little things - I need to know, after all, what is going to make me all the more the catch. There are far too many girls here who I know have more in the looks department than I do, but...
If I can flaunt what I do have in a way that can keep attention? I'm set.
I'd gone through the bags I'd brought with me and found just what I was looking for - the ruffly red dress I had, neck low cut, just enough ruffle on it to be feminine. Long blonde hair let down, tucked innocently behind my ears. Just enough makeup to bring a glow to my face, subtle gold powder dusted over bare skin - plenty of attention drawn to my eyes, as I know the multicolored orbs tend to drag someone in as soon as they look.
Innocent. Vulnerable. There was a draw to that, and I was going to take it and run.
The setting - it's something that I'd seen a lot since tailing these guys - another bar, one that was full of scantily clad women - I stood out on that alone, the fact that I was simply covered. Of course, the fact that I'd been a ghost of a shadow.
That in itself was enough to draw a little interest in dark eyes as I wove my way through the crowd, managing a little bit of a smile - it wasn't difficult to act as if I was interested in him on a sexual level, as - well, there was reason for his vanity, and good reason at that.
"I was wondering when you'd actually come over here..." Rich baritone tickled my ears, and I couldn't help but shiver, just a little. It was part act, part...
One deep breath, and I remind myself of what I'm doing - what is going to happen after I get under the skin of the enemy. Evil.
It's just a shame that other people have to pay too. For years, I had solely plotted revenge against one Hunter Hearst Helmsley. It's just a shame that I'll have to kill a living legend, too. And - well, someone else with so much promise ahead of them.
Ric Flair and Randy Orton shouldn't have to die, but unfortunately, it will probably end that way.
It's...sad, really, but I've seen things. Some people cannot be saved.
I flutter my lashes a bit, leaning in to giggle softly in the youngest's ear, holding back a cringe as I could smell the sting of alcohol on his breath, the feeling of wayward hands already wanting to tug my delicate dress off my frame -
One of my hands finds his, however, and fingers lace together, giving an tug full of less-than-wholesome intent.
He simply looks at me for a moment, and then a slow grin spreads across that strikingly handsome face, before he looks over his shoulder and waves in the direction of the other two, both who look rather amused...
I'm trying not to be sick as my gaze follows to the squinty gaze of the reason for my hate.
I'm already getting under - it's almost too easy.
