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| WHAT'S BEHIND THE FACADE?; SONYA GRAY | |
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| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Oct 13 2012, 11:11 PM Post #1 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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[dohtml]<center><div style="width: 500px; height: 650px; background-image: url(http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/newspapertexture.jpg);"><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 50px; text-align: center; color: 000000; padding-top: 25px; letter-spacing: 1px; opacity: .75; padding-bottom:25px;"> SENTINEL TIMES </div><div style="width: 480px; background-color: 000000; height: 2px; opacity: .75; line-height: 5px;"></div><div style="width: 480px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-align: right; color: 000000; padding-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 1px; opacity: .75; padding: 2px;"> SATURDAY 13TH OCTOBER 2012 </div><div style="width: 480px; background-color: 000000; height: 2px; opacity: .75; line-height: 5px;"></div> <div style="height:10px;"></div><table><td><td valign="top"><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 30px; text-align:center; color: 000000; opacity: .75; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 30px;"> SINGER'S FINAL ACT </div><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; text-align:center; color: 000000; opacity: .75; "> THE TRAGIC LOSS OF GWENDELYN DIANA MOTT - EADRIC </div><div style="height:10px;"></div><div style="opacity: .80; border: 1px solid #000000;"> ![]() </div><br></div></center></td></td></table><table><td><td valign="top"><center><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 225;"> <span style="float:left;font-size:60px;line-height:33px;padding-top:8px; padding-right:2px;">T</span>RAGEDY STRUCK LATE YESTERDAY EVENING WHEN WORLD RENOWNED SWEDISH CLASSICAL SINGER GWENDELYN EADRIC WAS FOUND DEAD IN HER HOME. THE POLICE HAVE OFFICIALLY DECLARED IT AN ACCIDENT, BUT THE ACTUAL CAUSE OF DEATH IS STILL UNKNOWN. </div></center></td></td><td><td valign="top"><div style="width: 0px;"></div></td></td><td><td valign="top"><center><div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 225;"> THE ELDEST AND MOST WELL KNOWN OF THE THREE EADRIC BOYS IS SAMAEL (25) OF EADRIC INDUSTRIES, HE IS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR SAVING THE COMPANY WHEN IT WAS ON THE VERGE OF COLLAPSE. MANY ARE SPECULATING WHETHER OR NOT HE WILL EVEN BE WELCOME AT THE FUNERAL HONORING HIS MOTHER. <br><br> [align=right]Written by KRISTEN[/align] </div></center></td></td></table></div><br><div style="width: 490px; height: 24px; background-image: url(http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t78/theforkoftruth/newspapertexture.jpg);"><div style="width: 480px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; text-align: centert; color: 000000; padding-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px; opacity: .75; padding: 3px; line-height: 9px;">THIS TEMPLATE WAS CREATED BY ASHOO! OF CAUTION 2.0. DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR SHE WILL SEND SCARY MAN EATING CLOWNS AFTER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.</div></div><br>[/dohtml] |
| <center><div style="width:text-align:center; font-size:63px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:85%; color:#6e6763; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia;">i am the only son</div><div style="width:363px; text-align:justify; font-size:8px; font-family:courier new; line-height:91%; color:black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:3px; ">I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time. Well you are my accuser, now look in my face. Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace. So one man has and another has not; How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves, you know not what is in store-- There will come a time I will look in your eye. you will pray to the God that you always denied. Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun-- I'll say: <font style="font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1.2px;"> YOU HAVEN'T MET ME;</font></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0""><tr><td valign="top"><div style="width:160px; height:185px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigonepsd.png"></div><div style="width:1px; height:3px;"></div><div style="width:160px; height:62px; background-color:black;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:3px; height:250px;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:250px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigtwopsd.png"></div></td></tr></table></div></center> | |
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| SAMAEL AMMON EADRIC | Oct 13 2012, 11:18 PM Post #2 |
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HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD
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[align=center][dohtml]<div style='width: 400px; background-image:url(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b316/temshi/Matrix_BG.gif); padding: 20px; border: solid 5px #ffffff; color: #000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-align:center; line-height:11px;'><div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:center; line-height:24px;'>HE'S THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE</div><br><div style='width: 400px; height: 200px; background-image:url(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samthread.png); opacity:.7; text-align:center;'></div><br> <div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:justify; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; '>a snake with blue eyes and he only comes out at night, gives you feelings you don't want to fight, you better run for your life, he's like a curse he's like a drug, you get addicted to his love, you wanna get out but he's holding you down, because you can't live without one more touch-------------------------------------------------------------</div><br> <div style='width: 380px; background-color: #ffffff; opacity:.4; color: #000000; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; padding: 10px; border: 0px; text-align:justify; line-height:11px; max-height: 350px; overflow: auto'>ladies and gents here before you which none of them ever admits. they may have saintly looks but they are sinners and crooks. hypocrites.<p> As he hit the send button on the email to the Argos founder Sam sat back in his chair. How was he suppose to approach this? Hey, Sonya…hi…my mom is dead. No, that wasn’t going to work. Something else was going to have to happen today and he wasn’t exactly sure how else to tell her. The paper would be out tomorrow and he needed to tell her before then. Sonya deserved more then that. His computer made a sound, she had already responded to his email. She must be in her office as well, perhaps it was for the best this was a sooner is better then later situation. Sam gathered himself stood up and smoothed the blazer and fixed his tie. It had to happen now. He opened the door to her office and had a seat after being asked. <p> It didn’t quite go as well as he was hoping for. “I…I…just…I…mean…” Sam was never this bad. Sure he was always uncomfortable in social situations and this one was going to be no different but he wasn’t sure exactly how to handle this. He was eventually able to spit out the details of his leaving. His mother’s death. Then came what he was dreading the most.<p> “Will…will…” … “Will you go with me?”<p> Sonya was aware of his family situation. In fact next to Ethan, his lawyer and long time friend, Sonya was the only person who had heard Sam’s feelings about his family. While he was impeccable at hiding it from the world he could not hide his hurt from her. His family abandoned him. After the media ran stories on his father destroying the company with shady deals with terrorists and expanding territories through illegal means. Sam called the police and worked with them to stop his father. He was caught trying to take off with his wife on her new album tour. They no longer would speak to him…truly it had happened long ago when they discovered Sam wasn’t a normal child. But he was bathed in riches and raised by nannies and care takers. Not exactly an abnormality among the wealthy and business oriented.<p> There was only one time that he recalled speaking to his family. It was right after it was announced that he was dating wealthy and popular socialite Sonya Gray. The couple was asked to dinner, when arrived the entire thing was a publicity stunt they used to show the Eadric family was close. They used their son and his fame, used his new girlfriend and her fame. To show the world that they were still a tight family. Sam said nothing through the dinner, his parents spoken warmly to him…and the reporters that were invited. His father laughed off the accusations of what his son did to him. “I made mistakes, he helped me see that.” Yet his actions to Samael since getting back were quite different. His lawyer had to settle with Nathanial Eadric that his position was lost to his son. It was messy ordeal behind doors and away from the public. His family hated him. They made it very clear to Samael.<p> So why? Why was he going to attend this funeral? It was his mother. It didn’t matter that she abandoned him and treated him as though he did not exist behind the scenes. It was the fact that it was his mother. He owed her at least that much. They may not have it, but Sam still showed respect to them. Even when they threw him out of the house upon visits and sent back his gifts. His family believed he was doing this for the media…but they were never there. They changed to think it was his way of an apology. How wrong they were. Sam would never apologize he did the right thing and would stand by that. His father deserved to be in prison for the things he did. Of course his father would be out in no time due to past connections and vast wealth.<p> The flight was uneventful, he remained quiet through most of it. Just trying to keep himself together. He would not break down, he would show no form of weakness to his family. He was well aware of what he was going into. Samael couldn’t express just how happy he was that Sonya agreed to go with him. This wasn’t going to be easy and he needed at least one person in his corner. One person who knew who he was. Not the traitor that his family saw. The media had painted such a picture of the couple and the Eadric family. It would be blasted if Sonya didn’t go. Sam refused to ask for help, in school he would stay up all night if he had to studying something he didn’t understand. The fact that he had choked out asking Sonya coming expressed just how bad this was. How lost he was right now. Losing Grace, establishing Delphi and his house. Running around establishing the school to the world speaking with different boards and independent industries for his own work with his company. The man was tired…but he couldn’t sleep.<p> A black stretch limo pulled up to the church as people bustled in. Camera crews and reporters were ready outside talking with guest waiting for more family…waiting for one in particular. Sam looked out the window that was heavily tinted. They waited for him like sharks circling prey in the dark sea. His driver looked to him to give the signal. Sam reached to hold the hand sitting next to him.<p> “Thank you for being here….you…have no idea what this means to me.” </div> <div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:center; line-height:11px;'><br>tag: sonya words: idk notes: resize picture later. Dinner with sister. </div> <div style='width: 400px; color: #444444; link: #444444; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; padding: 0px; border: 0px; text-align:center;'><br>credit noname @ caution </div>[/dohtml][/align] |
| <center><div style="width:text-align:center; font-size:63px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:85%; color:#6e6763; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia;">i am the only son</div><div style="width:363px; text-align:justify; font-size:8px; font-family:courier new; line-height:91%; color:black; text-transform:uppercase; padding-bottom:3px; ">I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide. Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time. Well you are my accuser, now look in my face. Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace. So one man has and another has not; How can you love what it is you have got When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor? Liars and thieves, you know not what is in store-- There will come a time I will look in your eye. you will pray to the God that you always denied. Then I'll go out back and I'll get my gun-- I'll say: <font style="font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1.2px;"> YOU HAVEN'T MET ME;</font></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0""><tr><td valign="top"><div style="width:160px; height:185px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigonepsd.png"></div><div style="width:1px; height:3px;"></div><div style="width:160px; height:62px; background-color:black;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:3px; height:250px;"></div></td><td valign="top"><div style="width:200px; height:250px;"><img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j64/KH_Dude/Connor%20Finnigan/samsigtwopsd.png"></div></td></tr></table></div></center> | |
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| SONYA WARREN GRAY | Nov 1 2012, 12:13 AM Post #3 |
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HERA - QUEEN OF OLYMPUS
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Then this thing turned out so evil, I don't know why I'm still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes. But you'll always be my hero even though you've lost your mind. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, well that's alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, well that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie. </div> <Br><br> <div style="width:355px; height:200px; text-align:justify; font-family:georgia; font-size:9px; color:#aaa; padding-left:10px; padding-right:5px; margin-top:5px;line-height:98%; overflow:auto;"> <p> There was a knock on the door. <b>"Come in,"</b> Sonya called without looking up from her work. She was in the middle of grading a huge stack of papers and she needed to finish them so she could start on processing the latest batch of incoming applications. She had been slammed all week and she had never felt so tired. She glanced up and she leaped to her feet when she saw Sam standing the doorway seeming rather distraught. She looked at him in alarm and she hurried to the other side of her desk. She could tell he was trying hard to control his emotions, but something was wrong. <b>"Oh god, Sam,"</b> Sonya said worriedly, <b>"What's going on? What's wrong?"</b> She frantically his face and tried to figure out what had him so shaken. He seemed to have a hard time speaking as though the words just would not come. That gave her a bad feeling. Few things left a businessman speechless and none of them were ever good. <i>Will... will... will you go with me?</i> The confusion was evident on her face. <b>"Go with you?"</b> she asked, <b>"Go with you where, Sam, we can't just take off. We have responsibilities here, obligations to our students."</b> She didn't understand what he was suggesting. She frowned and waited for an explanation. In the end he couldn't even get the words out. Instead he just handed her a newspaper article. It was from the Sentinel Times, an unpublished rough draft of a story that would run tomorrow. It was about his mother. Her eyes widened as she scanned the headline. <b>"Oh no,"</b> she whispered, eyes welling with tears. Sam's mother had never been especially nurturing. She was a talented, very popular classical singer from Sweden. She had always been too busy with her career to pay much attention to her children, but that didn't matter now. She was still Sam's mother and she was dead. <p>It caught her off guard when she realized that Sam was asking her to attend the funeral with him. He looked at her pleadingly, but he seemed unable to articulate the question a second time. She stared him in stunned silence. In that moment she wanted nothing more then to scream. This was her worst nightmare. Last May she had been forced to bury first her brother and then her best friend. She hated funerals. She could not imagine hopping on a plane with Sam and flying across the country to attend the burial of a woman that had never given him the love he deserved. She hadn't known Gwendolyn well nor had she liked the woman much, but it wouldn't matter. It was the setting. It would be too much. She looked at Sam and instantly felt guilty. He had to know how much it would hurt her to go with him. The fact that he asked anyway meant he needed her that badly. She blinked a few times before swallowing the lump in her throat and nodding. <b>"You know I will,"</b> she said softly. She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. <b>"It's going to be okay, Sam,"</b> she promised and she turned away from him before he could see the tears welling in her eyes. Why had she agreed to this? <p><b>"Do I have time to pack a bag?"</b> she asked and he nodded. She kissed his forehead and told him to meet her in the foyer. <b>"I won't be long,"</b> she promised and they vacated her office. She locked it and then hurried up the stairs to the second floor. She went to the House Argos common room where she found her head prefect, Amanda, tutoring a girl in French. Sonya called her over. <b>"Your in charge tonight,"</b> Sonya said and she began firing off instructions. Amanda whipped out of pad of paper and she began furiously scribbling notes. <b>"Call Luthor if there's trouble,"</b> she said, <b>"He knows the passcode to get in. Just dial his cell number or text him 911. He's be here right away, okay?"</b> There was no time to change so Sonya grabbed a small black suitcase and packed on the fly. She had Amanda gather up all the essentials including her make up while she planned an outfit for the funeral. It took a little extra time, but she knew it wouldn't go unnoticed. The church would be crawling with reporters and she would be expected to look her best. She zipped an expensive black dress into a garment bag and she tucked a pair of heels into her luggage. She wasn't dressed for travel, but she had no time to think about it. <a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62233000"> She had on a tight fitting dress with black and white stripes underneath a blue jacket with gold buttons. She wore a pair high heeled black sandals and carried a black Alexander Wang purse. Thin, elegant gold chains were draped around her neck and she on a pair of dangly gold earrings in the shape of peacock feathers.</a> It was not the most sensible outfit to wear on a airplane, but she could always change on the plane. <p>The pair climbed into the back of a black limousine and they drove to the airport in silence. When they arrived, Sonya thanked Sam's driver and she followed him into the airport. She had forgotten what it was like to be with him. She was well known and wealthy enough, but she still had to stand in line for tickets and go through regular airport security. Everything was rushed for Sam. He made a few calls and someone was escorting them to the front of the security line and then they were shuttled through the busy airport to the gate where Sam's private plane was waiting. She gave her small suitcase to a flight attendant and she settled into the spacious seat beside Sam. They didn't speak. She knew it was all he could do to keep it together and she didn't press him. This wasn't just about his mom. His entire family hated him. She couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to any of them. His mother was the one that died, but Sam had lost his father and brothers too. She hated how hard he still tried for them. They treated him horribly, but he persisted. He refused to speak badly about them and he continued to show them respect. It was amazing, but sad. <b>"You should try to get some sleep,"</b> she said quietly. <b>"I'll wake you when we're close."</b> There was no way she would be able to fall asleep, but every one of his features betrayed his exhaustion. She didn't know about his insomnia, she just assumed he was tired from a long week at work. <p>When they landed, Sonya freshened up and changed her clothes. She applied her make-up slowly even though she knew they was no point in delaying the inevitable. Despite a long sleepless night she managed to look well-rested and beautiful. People expected it. She wore a form fitting black dress that was concealed beneath a stylish black trench coat that knotted at the waist. She had on black heels and tasteful gold jewelry. She finished getting ready and she rejoined Sam. They climbed into the back of another limousine and when they arrived at the church Sam reached for her hand. He looked over at her and she smiled sadly. <b>"What?"</b> she asked quietly. <i>“Thank you for being here….you…have no idea what this means to me.”</i> She squeezed his hand. <b>"I know,"</b> she told him and she glanced out the darkly tinted window. She felt as though she were preparing to go into battle. Reporters were already pressing against the barriers trying to get closer to the limousine. A few police officers waved them back, but it was hopeless. They didn't give up easily. <b>"Ready?"</b> she asked and Sam's driver gave the signal. The door opened and she slid gracefully out of the car after Sam. He offered his hand and helped her stand. She heard the furious, familiar clicking of cameras and she was momentarily blinded by a barrage of flashes going off. She gave Sam's hand a reassuring squeeze before heading up the stairs into the church. There were reporters on either side of her and they screamed her name. She surrounded by droves of people shoving microphones in the direction of her mouth and trying desperately to get her attention, but she ignored them with practiced ease. <i>It's going to be a long day,</i> she thought as they entered the church. She spotted Sam's family and she tightened her grip on his hand. <b>"I'm here,"</b> she whispered almost inaudibly. Then she moved so that she stood shoulder to shoulder with the man she loved, not sure how they were going to get through. <Br></div><br> </div><div style="width: 300px; height: 20px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 5px 5px; background-color: #e1e1e1; margin-right: 130px; font-family: georgia; font-size:9px; color: #555; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style:italic;"><div style="padding-top: 5px;">created by tillie of caution & sds</div></div> <div style="position:relative; left:135px; top:-100px; -moz-border-radius:100%; -webkit-border-radius:100%; width:150px; height:150px; border-width:5px; border-style:solid; border-color:#EEA9B8; background-color:#fff;"><div style="width:100px; font-family:georgia; font-size:9; line-height:95%; color:#555; font-style:italic; position:relative; top:50px; text-transform: lowercase;">this post is for samael eadric and his creator larry because sam needs sonya right now. song is "love the way you lie" by skylar grey. <br></div> </center>[/dohtml] [/align] |
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