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Sometimes, being a celebrity had its perks. Scratch that, there were always perks to being a celebrity. People knew your face and knew your talents, and that meant something when there was little else to go off of. For Alexa Ivory it was a little more complicated. It seemed like only yesterday that she was flying in her band, Thunderguard's private jet for a tour in the US. Everything was fine and dandy, and the world carried itself as usual despite the increasing tensions of everyone and everything. It was probably a blessing that the planet wasn't nuked, but it was a mixed blessing at most. Whoever had fired the first shot still wanted a corpse to rule over, but that didn't stop the warfare from escalating.
It happened so fast, supposedly. But she was so high in the sky when it all started that she didn't think about what the outcome was, or how it had happened. All she knew was that she had woken up in the corpse of her plane, with bodies of her bandmates and flight crew in a bloody heap. Somehow, she had survived...and she had no fucking idea how, or where she was. But that didn't matter because she was the Alexa Ivory. She was the woman who howled out her music about insurmountable battles and wars from Nordic mythology and beyond, she sang with a fury and fire of her classically trained roots. The world was a fucking mess, everyone was fucking insane...and to this day she still didn't know what driving force had carried her to keep walking and not collapse into a pile of tears and fear.
But she was Alexa Ivory, and it took a little time for someone to know that. The world had changed, but being famous didn't. It helped that she was beautiful, a bright light in people's dark lives. On one hand, it was sort of nice being that kind of guiding force, two people turned to four...but the harsh reality of the new world crashed around her, and she met it full force. It was then she realized that people wanted her and had the ability to take it if they so wished. She was a beautiful celebrity singer, but even if they didn't know that, she was a pretty blue eyed blonde girl who always hid her face and let those radiant blue eyes peek out. She used her voice, she used her looks...she drew people in and gave the benefits for staying with her, she could find other women...women who trusted her and men who were loyal to a point.
But she couldn't slip, not once. The years had been kind to her, her hand once shook when holding a gun was now rock solid, people tried to put their lives back together, but anarchy would always have its place. She was the carrion queen, living amongst the ruins of Chicago, she had responsibility...she had people to order, she had men and women that she could call on at any moment. Wrigley Field had become her coliseum, a testament to her power and decadence. Her men and women had made it their home and she had the best view overlooking the bleachers, the baseball field had become a settlement all on it's own, but the home plate? That was where the action always took place.
It was inevitable in these times that people got the shit end of the stick and had to make a choice: Live or die, survival of the fittest. She had found her place and earned it, and how she had the joy of making that choice for others, besides that...the dogs had to be fed, she had some violent people in her ranks and they loved the power struggle...and so did she. Besides, it was a worthwhile joy to welcome the winner if they were attractive enough. One of the perks of her position was first dibs, after all. And it was the same thing today as it was on any other day when the heavy rattling of chains brought in two more unlucky idiots to the meat grinder, her men and women shouting for blood already as they were dragged to the home plate, unlocking the fence that surrounded it. They had enough space to move, but little else. One would die, and the other would live and that would be that.
It was a simple amusement, but one that Alexa could always provde to her people without anyone getting pissy with her over it.
It happened so fast, supposedly. But she was so high in the sky when it all started that she didn't think about what the outcome was, or how it had happened. All she knew was that she had woken up in the corpse of her plane, with bodies of her bandmates and flight crew in a bloody heap. Somehow, she had survived...and she had no fucking idea how, or where she was. But that didn't matter because she was the Alexa Ivory. She was the woman who howled out her music about insurmountable battles and wars from Nordic mythology and beyond, she sang with a fury and fire of her classically trained roots. The world was a fucking mess, everyone was fucking insane...and to this day she still didn't know what driving force had carried her to keep walking and not collapse into a pile of tears and fear.
But she was Alexa Ivory, and it took a little time for someone to know that. The world had changed, but being famous didn't. It helped that she was beautiful, a bright light in people's dark lives. On one hand, it was sort of nice being that kind of guiding force, two people turned to four...but the harsh reality of the new world crashed around her, and she met it full force. It was then she realized that people wanted her and had the ability to take it if they so wished. She was a beautiful celebrity singer, but even if they didn't know that, she was a pretty blue eyed blonde girl who always hid her face and let those radiant blue eyes peek out. She used her voice, she used her looks...she drew people in and gave the benefits for staying with her, she could find other women...women who trusted her and men who were loyal to a point.
But she couldn't slip, not once. The years had been kind to her, her hand once shook when holding a gun was now rock solid, people tried to put their lives back together, but anarchy would always have its place. She was the carrion queen, living amongst the ruins of Chicago, she had responsibility...she had people to order, she had men and women that she could call on at any moment. Wrigley Field had become her coliseum, a testament to her power and decadence. Her men and women had made it their home and she had the best view overlooking the bleachers, the baseball field had become a settlement all on it's own, but the home plate? That was where the action always took place.
It was inevitable in these times that people got the shit end of the stick and had to make a choice: Live or die, survival of the fittest. She had found her place and earned it, and how she had the joy of making that choice for others, besides that...the dogs had to be fed, she had some violent people in her ranks and they loved the power struggle...and so did she. Besides, it was a worthwhile joy to welcome the winner if they were attractive enough. One of the perks of her position was first dibs, after all. And it was the same thing today as it was on any other day when the heavy rattling of chains brought in two more unlucky idiots to the meat grinder, her men and women shouting for blood already as they were dragged to the home plate, unlocking the fence that surrounded it. They had enough space to move, but little else. One would die, and the other would live and that would be that.
It was a simple amusement, but one that Alexa could always provde to her people without anyone getting pissy with her over it.
