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7/2/2012 #1 Report

(Alison's outfit

Alison McMahon was a girl on a mission. Today was her day to get there before Cassie. That bitch had managed to beat her to the arena every single day for at least three years. Today, that streak was going to end. The youngest McMahon was, no doubt, the most competitive, and this challenge was driving her absolutely fucking insane. She had no idea how she managed to arrive, every single day, before her. "Jay! I'm not waiting all goddamn day!" Alison hauls her bags from the back of her rental car, brow furrowed at the Canadian, she growls. Jason, moving rather slowly, pulls himself from the car, only to be yanked into the arena by an apparently disgruntled Alison.

"Ow! Damn it, you're going to dislocate my arm!" Looking back at him, the girl narrows her eyes in dangerous slits, causing the blonde young man to recoil in surprise. "Come on!" Running in heels was fairly easy for Alison, but catching up to her was not easy for Jay. "I'm not as young as you, Al, slow down." Pulling him into the building, the girl collapses. There she was. Cassie Rivera. She was defeated once again. "Damn it!"

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"Why does this always happen to me?" She runs her hands through her hair, scraping her nails against her scalp. She was most certain that it was Jay's fault. Jason took longer to get ready than she did. Maybe if he wasn't such a drama queen, she'd get there before Cassie once in a while. Slapping her best friend on the shoulder, Alison narrows her eyes. "I told you, dumbass." Jason folds his arms across his chest, brows stitched together. "Hey! I told you, my hair takes time, Al. It's not my fault that my luscious locks take more than fifteen minutes." The girl sighs, and pinches her temples between her fingertips. "Ugh." Silding up next to Cassie, she crosses her arms over her bust, rolling her eyes. "This boy. I don't even know what to do with him anymore."

Jason pulls both girls into a hug, grinning. "Bring it in, kids." Alison absolutely hated when he did this. She didn't like people hugging her, and why she let him do it, she'd never know. "I'm going to go meet up with Adam. But I'll catch you girls later." Now loping off, he glances over his shoulder, giving an overly dramatic wink to the duo. "Now that that's over..." Emotions suddenly flipping, Alison shakes Cassie by her shoulders. "How is it possible for you to beat me here every damn time. You cheat. You're a cheater. I can feel it."

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"I'm pretty sure it's totally possible." Alison smirks, and pulls on the tail of her tank top, cocking an eyebrow. "You would find a way, you sneaky little woman, you." The blonde leans on her hip, and twists a lock of honey blonde hair around a spindly finger, laughing to herself. "Hey, I need to get myself ready for my day ahead. Don't blame me for wanting to look nice everyday." She rolls her shoulders, glancing about the hall, and grins. "So, little one. What have you been up to, today? In the hour that you've been here, of course." God, she hoped Cassie had something good going on. She got nearly all of her gossip from her, and she relied on her for her entertainment. With Alison's terribly interesting love life now grinding to a halt with her breakup from Zack, she needed someone else to provide her with tales of sex and romance. Any other person would have been sub-par compared to her. "Any hookups? Breakups? Makeups? I'm kind of loving words that end in 'up', today. I've decided it's my theme. So, spill. Pay the kitty, darling."

7/2/2012 #7 Report

(Okay, plot is starting :D)

Alison recoils from being poked, exhaling slowly through her nose. "Where was I?" She considers this – where had she been? At some dive? No, she didn't think so. She was almost completely certain that she'd been at the hotel all night last night, playing pool with Jason in the rec. Drinking from the minibar while laying face down on her bed. "Oh, shit, Cas." She slaps her palm to her forehead, groaning to herself. When she left the hotel room, snatching her bra from her lampshade, she knew something was wrong. Chess pieces strewn about, board cast aside. Jason had already been awake by then, hung over the bathroom sink, toothbrush sticking out from the side of his mouth. Suddenly, Alison knows all too well what she'd been up to last night. "Cassie, I think I had sex with Jase." They hadn't hooked up since at least 2008, when they were a technical 'couple'. It hadn't really been the best choice then, and it sure as hell wasn't the best choice last night.

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"I'm pretty sure, Cass." She slaps a hand to her face, dragging it down across her now completely pale visage. "I just think...chess, bras. Ugh." Sinking down into the chair behind her, she rests her face in her hands. Jason was her best friend of all best friends. Sure, Adam and Chris were close to the top, but of all the people in her life, he was the most important. God, she really didn't want to get trapped in this situation again. It had already happened once, and it was legitimately one of the worst moments of her life. "I just, I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't ask him. He won't tell me." Faceplanting into her lap, she glances up at Cassie with watery eyes. "Would you? He won't give me a straight answer. But for you, he might."

7/2/2012 #11 Report

"Thanks, Cass," She smiles faintly, and feeling herself being pulled into a hug, doesn't even pull away. She was hurting, and even if it wasn't obvious to herself, it was clear to others. Watching as she walks away, Alison allows her head to drop into her lap. She couldn't believe she'd done it again.

Jason, tilting his head in the mirror, gives a weak flex of his arm. "God, I look weird." Furrowing his brow and pulling in closer to the reflective glass, he squints. When had he become so...so old? Sighing to himself, he falls back onto his couch, resting a hand on his forehead. Today was going to be a rough day. Last night was...last night was...he didn't even know what he could call it without sounding like a pervert. Last night felt right. It felt like the old times. Back when they lived together, when they would light up in the kitchen and eat cereal from stove pots. When they would play checkers with chess pieces and roll around on the floor for a while. It was fooling around. But last night, it was different. He missed that girl. He missed being with her. He missed just...how it used to be. Sighing to himself, Jason stares up at the ceiling, furrowing his brow at the scuttling outside his locker room door. He hoped to god it wasn't Alison. It was awkward for both of them, and he was almost certain that she wanted nothing to do with him romantically. The thought of never being with her again scared him. Rising from the couch, he treads to the door, and pokes out his head. "Hello?"

(I feel that this roleplay is going to be badass and really, really dramatic xD)

7/3/2012 #13 Report

(OT: I know I'm late... Time zones and all that... :P Okay, lock and load!)

Eden arrived at the arena in more than a timely matter. She was always an early bird, and today she had even decided to rent a bike and ride to the arena. She was energetic, even for this business. Even from a distance, she quickly recognized the blonde woman sitting out by the entrance to be a certain young Miss McMahon. The other blonde considered it for a moment, before she rode up to her and got off her bike in a swift movement

"GOOD MOR ...ning." She started out optimistically, but in the middle of her greeting, she noticed the look on the other woman's face and trailed off. She was too much of a morning person for most people to deal with in the first place, and she could easily tell this might be one of those moments where it wouldn't do any good. Especially as the two weren't too close to begin with. Still, Eden was Eden, and she would always lend a helping hand. Regardless of what that might mean. "I'm sorry, my timing was completely off there, wasn't it?" she more stated than asked.

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Cassie gave a slight,weak grin.She walked in and pulled a chair up in front of him.She knew Jay pretty well,considering their lack of a very long friendship,and she knew that something was wrong when she couldn't get a word in.He rambled when something was wrong,and he was definitely rambling.She bit down on her bottom lip and took a deep breath,before she spoke."Nah,not today,Jay."She pursed her lips."What happened last night,with Ali?"

7/3/2012 #17 Report

"Hm." Alison murmurs, and looks the blonde up and down. Who rode a bike nowadays? Eden. Only Eden. She was a weird girl, and the McMahon was appreciative of that, but...she didn't know. Something about her rubbed her the wrong way. It wasn't a dig towards Eden herself, as she was a perfectly nice, and probably an entirely sweet woman, but being the cynic that she was, Alison couldn't help as if she were...disingenuous. There was nothing she wanted more than to trust someone with her thoughts, with her feelings, but, today was not the day. And Eden was not that person. Having her vulnerability exposed was difficult for the young woman, and appearing as if she were...weak in front of someone she hardly even ever spoke to, was a gigantic blow to her ego. "I, uh," she rubs the back of her neck, tangling her fingers in thick, blonde locks, and glances away. "I just sort of fucked up." Biting down on her lower lip, she sighs inwardly; she shouldn't have mentioned anything at all.

Fuck. Dragging a hand over his face, the Canadian lets a sigh escape his lips. He knew when he'd been caught, and well, Cassie had ensnared him. Recounting the events of last night in his head, he shrugs. "Uh, which...part?" He knew exactly what part she meant, but suddenly feeling ridiculously nervous, the young man reclines his neck, eyes now focused on the ceiling. He's trying to avoid that prying, intense gaze of Cassie James, attempting to escape from the prison he'd manage to get himself in. Momentarily considering if he could just bolt out the door and into the safety of his car, he inwardly shakes his head; she was faster than him – she'd catch him no problem. "Um," he says gently, snapping his head back up to face to. "What did she tell you, exactly?"

7/3/2012 #19 Report

Eden nodded slowly, analysing exactly what the other woman might mean. "Hey, we all fuck up. Consistently. Makes the world go 'round. If nobody ever fucked up, then everything would run smoothly." Normal people would see this last statement as the completely opposite of what Eden saw it as, normal people would find it to have been wonderful if everything ran smoothly all the time. The short blonde sat down, indian style, in front of the distraught-looking McMahon. McMahon's generally never looked distraught. Now, Eden had an answer to the question before Alison even had a chance to ask it. "WHICH wouldn't be a good thing, because with everything going as planned all the time, we would have no happy accidents and everyone would go crazy and kill each other over how trivial and predictable the world was. Ha!" Eden smiled brightly, visibly quite pleased with her own reasoning. She didn't expect to necessarily have helped quite yet, because technically she had spoken in general terms. "Ooof course, there is always an exception to any rule..." She didn't want to seem to invade her privacy, and quickly continued. "Look, I don't need specifics, I'd rather not, actually..." She put her hands up in a dismissive kind of fashion, knowing that the two of them were nothing more than acquaintances. "But how badly did you fuck up? Like...on a scale from 'puking in a cab' to 'getting married in Vegas'?"

7/3/2012 #21 Report

Cassie sighed roughly and and reached out,putting a hand on his bicep."Jay...You know she's not ready for another relationship."She said,softly,going against her nature and being quite gentle.Jay was hurt.She could see it,and didn't want him hurt any further,but it needed to be said.Alison wasn't ready for a relationship,and Cassie was obviously going to protect her friend.Both of them meant a lot to her,and she knew that it would be nothing but destruction if more happened between them.She would have to do some damage control.

7/3/2012 #23 Report

Of all the things that she was expecting, she wasn't expectingthatto come out of Eden's mouth. "You? Little Miss Mary Sunshine? A checkered past? I'd have to see it to believe it." Arching an eyebrow, and folding her arms across her bust, Alison shakes her head. "Look.Eden,it's not even a big deal. You don't need to concern yourself with me. We're not even friends." Giving a little scoff-like laugh, she exhales slowly through her nose. But...this girl. This girl was a strange one. She never really thoughanyone,aside from her father, truly gave a fuck about her. And even if she didn't, she was doing a good job of pretending to. She wasn't going to say it out loud, no, but...there was something in her that appreciated her concern. It wasn't something that she was accustomed to, and frankly, it made her a bit nervous. Insecure. She draws her brows together, sighing a deep sigh, and hesitantly lays a hand on the blonde's shoulder, offering her the fakest of fake smiles ever smiled. "I'm okay. I'm a big girl. I can handle my own shit, okay?"

Jason bites down on his lower lip, feeling his body tense at the sudden contact. Cassie had always been a nice girl to him. She was young. She was...new. She was unspoiled by the malignancy of WWE. It was a harsh place, and still, she'd managed to retain her smile, her laugh. He was impressed. He'd seen girls older than her run out crying, discouraged by the attitudes of divas or superstars (the most aggressive being the bane of his existence, Randy Orton, who had driven more divas from the promotion than the fucking plague), but not her. "I know. I know." Rolling his baby blues, the young man chews on the inside of his cheek. "I just though that we could...I dunno. I don't know what I was thinking. And I know you hate me now, and Alison's probably more pissed off than ever, but..I needed another try, Cassie. You have to understand that."

(Oh, and sorry if my posts are slow :) I'm really, really, really distracted by The Great American Bash...xD)

7/3/2012 #25 Report

Jason leans down, heart suddenly bouncing in his chest. His emotions were in a jumble, his head was spinning. He wasn't really sure what was happening, or why he was feeling this way, but he sure as hell didn't like it. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gives a slight nod. "Cassie, I don't want anyone to be upset. Especially not because of me." God, was he really that bad of a friend? Was he that bad of a person that he had to ruin the lives of his best friends? Alison was probably taking her rage out on some poor crew member, and here Cassie was, taking time out of her probably-full schedule, to talk to him about how badly he'd screwed up. "I mean, really. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm pretty sure that I've just made the biggest damn mistake in my life, and...I don't know, Cass. I don't know what to do." Reaching down to wrap strong fingers around her dainty wrist, he hangs his head.

(Okay, I hated AJ until just now xD Now I'm imagining Alison being the one behind all of this love triangle nonsense because she hates Punk and Bryan and wants to get back at them. For living. xD)

7/3/2012 #27 Report

Jason squeezes her hand, then wraps his arms around her, burying his face in her thick, chocolate curls. "I know, Cass, I know." Pursing his lips together and pulling away, he exhales a deep breath, gnawing on the inside of his mouth. He didn't know how he got himself into these situations, or why they were always happening tohimspecifically, and never Adam, who was clearly the more prepared, but he chalked it up to just being unlucky. Jason was unlucky. That's just how it was, and how it always wouldbe.He wished that things could be the same again, when Chris was there with them everyday, and Alison was with Randy (which, admittedly, ended horrifically, but was okay while it lasted), and when he and Adam were tag-team champs. Those were the good times. Those were the golden moments of his life. Except...there was no Cassie. And without her, his life would be lacking something. Lacking a brunette spitfire that was short enough for him to rest his elbow on. His life would be different, and not in a good way. "Cassie," he whispers, and leans down, ihaling through his nose and brushing his lips briefly against the corner of her mouth. "I just want to thank you. For always being there for me."

(I know! I was actually really upset for a split second, and was all "BACK THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW", but then I was okay xD Let's add Punk to Cassie's list of conquests, by the way ;D)

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