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| Riot is as confused as anyone, over her promotion to Elite Gard, but that doesn't stop her from her usual goofing around and getting into trouble when she's not on duty... It is rumored that she even danced on stage just before Celestial performed at the annual MTV Holiday Party at the Hammerstein Ballroom... Like it or not, Riot and the other Gards must accept, that despite her low rank and consistent insobordinance, Riot has officially been promoted to Elite Gard. |
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| Riot does not have an easy time adjusting to her new rank. As an Elite Gard, she now must command former friends who don't much like or respect her. Even Riot doubts her ability to lead the lower ranks of Gard... | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Wicked: How's it going? Riot: Bad. I shouldn't be here. The other Gards, they don't trust me, you know? They still see me as a Crazy Girl - as still obsessed with Celestial, you know? Wicked: You ask too much of them. How do you expect them to have faith in you, if you don't have any faith in yourself? Riot: I donno...what if I'm Crazy. Wicked: Riot, you need to stop saying you're crazy, because you and I both know that's not the case. Don't hide behind that. You are only holding yourself back. Riot: Ok....but, what if I really can't do this - I'm so afraid I'll screw up. Wicked: You should be afraid, you have all of their lives, potentially in your hands. That said, there is no reason why you couldn't function as an Elite Gard. You have to Riot. It's one thing to accept the position, but now you must to accept the responsibility. |
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| It is a weird night to say the least. Riot hears Wicked out,, but is still unsure of her place. Riot is cross with Celestial, as he has not explained his reasoning to her. Riot gets so pissed as the night progresses, that she begins to hate music in general. Three nights after all the glitter, politics and far to much MTVness, Riot has a chance to watch Rogue Wave -- Celestial's opening act. After too much MTV, one needs to be broken, reminded of what music really is all about. |
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| It's in your reach, but you can't grab it. -It's in the air -- --It's in your face-- And what if I said, its in your head. You're not the one I used to know. --gone to you're head-- --it's in you're hands--- |
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