The Bride [Semi-hiatus]

My name? Well, I've gone by many. Arlene Machiavelli, The Bride, Black Mamba, yellow-haired warrior... Mommy... However, you can have my real name, Beatrix Kiddo. I have no reason to hide it. Not anymore. ((Independent RP blog for Kill Bill's Kiddo. I am willing to portray her at any point in her timeline, but usually write post-movie.)) [Hiatus due to lack of time]

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Never Ending Nightmare (The Bride and The Corinthian)

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"I’m not a ghost - I don’t haunt people," he scoffed. “And I don’t take orders from mortals." He didn’t look at her as she approached, keeping his eyes on the bride’s body on the floor. No mortal he’d ever met had been so arrogant to think he’d do their bidding. In dreams they would cower and hide, or they’d try to drive him off, only to realize they couldn’t do anything but watch in terror. In the waking world they’d beg him to stop, leave them alone, let them go free. They’d try to bargain, offering favors and money. But they were just as powerless as in their dreams.

This woman was the only one who had done nothing of the sort. She’d stood up to him, doing her best to intimidate him. She was brusque, cold - and she had a vicious streak in her that piqued his interest.

He knelt by the bride’s body, taking a small knife out of his jacket pocket. "But maybe we can make a deal. You see, I’m not exactly supposed to be here right now. I’ve been doing a lot lately I’m not supposed to do. You don’t want details." With a quick move of his hand, he stabbed the knife into one of the bride’s bright blue eyes and expertly cut it out of its socket. “And right now, my…boss, we’ll say, probably isn’t too happy with me. I’d like to avoid a confrontation."

The Corinthian held up the eye, still impaled on the knife, and examined it. “As for you, you’ve clearly got some issues to work out for yourself. Lucky for you you’re more interesting than the vast majority of mortals I meet." He let out another short laugh, once again echoed by two more voices. “I won’t do your work for you, but I can help. Just let me stay here - your dreams, that is - for a bit, and I’ll teach you everything I know. What do you say?" He looked up at her, another wide, sharp-toothed smile spreading across his face.

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Her eyes narrowed as he barked out his reply, spitting out the word 'mortals' as though it was the most putrid taste one could have in their mouths. So then, he wouldn't help her. Perhaps he should die, after all. The cold stare she gave him hardened and she stepped closer. The anger she felt didn't seem to phase him at all. He turned from her to lean over the dream version of herself. When he took a knife out and started to move it closer to the unconscious bride, her mouth opened, about to ask him what the hell he though he was doing. Yeah, it was just a dream of hers. Not real. But it was still her that lay almost dead on the floor. Bloody and bruised enough already, as it was.

The mention of making a deal, stopped her from any objections. Her mouth snapped shut as she blinked in surprise. Not thinking he would actually agree to such a thing. He spoke of how he was misbehaving and wasn't supposed to be in her dream, as the knife made its cut and removed an eye. As he held it aloft, she grimaced. "I'm the one with issues. Says the guy with the eyeball shish-kabob. Such a barbaric way of removing one's eye." And even so, as she watched him do that she was reminded of how her old mentor had also taught her the kung fu method for removing an eye with nothing but your bare hands. And far more quickly than what a knife could do. She rather enjoyed that technique... But didn't want to notice or think about how they could have any similarities.

"And I never said I wanted anyone but me to do my work. I just thought you being a nightmare could get them good and scared. It would be more fun for me that way. But, no, I must be the one to get my revenge. I need vengeance. I won't easily hand that over to another." And even though she didn't exactly like his company, it was at least something different from the monotony of that dream. And the anger he stirred within her felt amazingly good. It was like he had woken her up in a way. Pulling her out of that numbness where she was drifting farther and farther away from who she was. She had even forgotten her own name, for crying out loud.

If he was willing to teach her everything he knew, she should at least try to be a little more nice to him. With a deep breath, she leaned back against the end of a pew. "Stay as long as you'd like." She returned his unsettling grin with a half grin of her own, her eyebrow also cocked up. "Yes, please. I want to learn whatever you can teach me."

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Never Ending Nightmare (The Bride and The Corinthian)

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Mentioning her ex made her mad. Good, he enjoyed pushing the mortals’ buttons. She hadn’t given him much to go on, but the Corinthian would find out more, he was determined to. It was clearly a sore point for her, and he wanted to know everything about it. With a little poking and prodding, the woman would break. And with a little more work, she might even be useful one day. Always good to have influence in the waking world, and a woman like Kiddo could help with that.

Her next words, however, put the brakes on that particular train of thought. His answer was unsatisfactory? Who did she think he was? Who did she think she was? She was just a human, and a pathetic-looking one at that, barely even worth his time.

“I don’t have to give you a satisfactory answer, girl,” the Corinthian sneered, standing abruptly and walking out of the pew. “You think it’s bad now? Keep that up and I can make it a hell of a lot worse. We’re in my element, not yours, and I’m more than happy to show off.” He paused, looking down at the bride’s body. “It’s what nightmares like me do. We find the worst in humanity and reflect it, magnify it. According to our creator it’s to teach you mortals a lesson, but…” He chuckled softly, and it almost sounded like three men instead of one. “I don’t really see it that way. I just do it because it’s fun.”

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His anger at her request did nothing more than annoy her. Nothing more, until he started explaining himself in a round about way. Calling himself a 'nightmare' as if he was more than just that metaphorically. And she could believe it, too. Given his maniacal laughter that eerily sounded as if it was coming from more than one source.

The annoyance she felt suddenly turned to anger. If this really was his element and he really was some sort of nightmare, wouldn't the world be better off without this boogeyman? Did she really want to risk allowing him to make her dream worse? It already was to the point of being unbearable. Her response to threats wasn't to be submissive. Quite the contrary.

Her eyes followed his gaze, to view the bride laying on the floor. Herself. Blood still oozing out of her skull, darkening the floor around her head. Like some sort of morbid halo. No. There was no way she would allow him to alter this dream and make it more horrifying than it was already.

The woman stood up, feeling as though she were walking through water instead of walking down the aisle. Her hands tremulously moved at her sides. Unbeknownst to the other Vipers, Pai Mei had taught her the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique. It was really the only weapon she needed. With fire lighting her pale blue eyes and nostrils flaring from rage, she approached him.

Coming face to face with the sadist, she suddenly stopped. What if killing him wasn't a good idea? (If killing such a being was even possible.) What if she could use him to her advantage? Those that had wronged her. They needed to fear her. Be good and scared of her. She needed to become a nightmare herself. To give them what was owed. A laugh escaped her as she realized that she needed him. But how would she go about getting him to mentor her? How would she talk him into haunting the dreams of her enemies? Her excited voice became a low whisper. "If you think this if fun, maybe you could haunt a few people for me. Maybe it would even teach them a lesson. Doesn't matter, though. It's too late for them. I'm going to kill them all. No matter how much regret they show me." Her lips trembled in anger, thinking of just how much the rest of the Vipers needed to die. Horrible. Painful. Deaths.

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2D froze. “Uhhhh…” He had a couple options here. He could lie, which seemed like the smarter one considering he wasn’t planning on putting her in any danger and it’d keep him alive. Or he could tell the truth and probably get his head chopped off. But if he lied, she could probably figure it out and chop his head off anyway, and… there were a lot of ands. He was screwed either way wasn’t he?

So he compromised.

“D’you mean this?” he asked, gesturing towards his bandage. “Uh… it’s an old thing, really. This is mostly cos, uh, the scar looks really bad. See, there’s no blood on it or anything?” Wasn’t exactly a lie. He’d been bit, yeah, but it was over a year ago. “It’s, uh, not something I really like to talk about, y’know?”

Sure that he’d managed to escape the situation, however narrowly, he started again in the direction of home. The traumatic experience bit had to work, right? Maybe. “Shouldn’t really be too far,” he said. “Thanks for this.”

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When he motioned to the bandage and asked if that was what she was talking about, she nodded. 2D never actually said 'yes' or 'no' to her question of him getting bit. His explanation was a bit confusing, but seeing as he didn't want to talk about it, she didn't push him any further. Her hand inadvertently went into her hair, feeling the scars there. That was also something she didn't want to talk about, so she could understand and respect that decision in another. "Oh, trust me, I know."

With a sigh, she nodded and followed him. Her pale blue eyes scanned the area around them the whole while, looking for any potential threat or attack. They continued their watchful gaze as she talked to her companion. "So, what exactly happened here? You mean to tell me that you live here, and had no idea that there was any sort of problem?"

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Goodnight Moon (Kiddo and Lydia)

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Lydia had been down in her darkroom for hours. To say she’d ‘lost track of time’ wouldn’t have been entirely accurate- she had a perfectly good sense of the time seeing as she’d started taking her stereo down there with her. Not only was it a good way to distract herself whilst waiting for her prints to develop, but she liked to play it loud enough to drown out whatever her live-in poltergeist was doing upstairs. Joyous calypso was bursting out of the speakers, filling the dark, dingy room with sound and drifting up into the bowels of the sprawling, Victorian house.  Lydia was humming away, bopping about the converted basement in an unusually good mood. Tired and overworked as she was, it was nice to be able to get her head stuck into work and enjoy her own company.  

“…but the people they say that the men are leading the women astray~ But I say… that the women of today— smarter than the man in every way…” Lydia sung along, rocking her hips to the beat. The smell of chemical developer hung about her in a cloud, her face damp with perspiration. The basement window had been popped open as soon as it was safe to but it only did so much to alleviate the rising temperature; her air-conditioning unit had decided to up and die on her. Packing away the last of her equipment, Lydia exhaled heavily. Her dark hair was clamped up out of her face, mussed all about her head with a couple of loose curls stuck to her forehead, and she had a pen smudge on her cheek from where she’d been scrawling in her notebook. She looked a mess, but her face was radiant with satisfaction nevertheless. There. Finally she’d gotten some work done.  Clapping her hands together, satisfied that her work area was tidy, she decided to call it a day and face sunlight. She made her way out into the small space of basement left over after her father had converted Adam Maitland’s workshop into her darkroom. Casually glancing over at the utility area, a wry smile tugged at her lips. A lone basket was filled with laundry - all her own, of course. Nothing belonging to her house guest. Matter of fact, there was nothing about the house that suggested she no longer lived alone. And that was just the way she liked it.

Lydia dashed upstairs, and her timing was impeccable. As soon as she reached the kitchen, there came the sing-song chime of the front doorbell. Quirking an eyebrow curiously, she grabbed a kitchen towel to mop up any chemicals or water that might still be clinging to her fingers before heading through the house towards the front door. She had half a mind to scream ‘answer it and you’re exorcised!’ in the general direction of wherever B might be hiding, but she thought better of it. Speed was key.  She reached the front door and opened it up faster than a speeding bullet. An atypical, welcoming smile lit up her face, speaking before she even had a chance to focus on who it was on her porch. “Yes?” 

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Walking up to the front porch and standing in front of the door, she shifted the child off her hip and let her stand. B.B. was still looking sleepy and blinking heavily, but she was awake. Kiddo's hand rested on the shoulder of the little girl as she pushed the doorbell and looked behind her. The picturesque view of the quaint little town below the hill was stunning. It didn't look like a bad place to settle down in. It looked rather idyllic, in fact. Maybe she would actually find something normal here; whatever that meant, anyway. Not a single aspect of her live was normal. Never. Not even as a child did she have a normal life. And she didn't know if that was what drove her to want that for her daughter. Even though she knew, deep down inside her heart, that she would never be able to be normal enough to provide that to another. Yet this town... Perhaps here they could make a decent life for themselves.

Hearing the door swoosh open pulled her out of her momentary reverie. The young woman who quickly answered the door looked a bit out of breath and frazzled. Yet she had a friendly smile, even though she had obviously been interrupted from something. Kiddo returned the smile. "Hi. Um, that's my car." She pointed a thumb over her shoulder, motioning to the steaming vehicle off the side of the road. Her head cocked to the side as she gave a humorless grin and shrugged her shoulders. "I was hoping maybe we could stay here and wait until it cools down? I'm sure B.B here needs to use your bathroom." She brushed her hand over the back of the little girl's shoulder and looked down at her. A small face, that was inquisitively looking at the woman at the door, looked up at her mother to then nod in agreement. The child was being strangely quiet, but was sure to liven up as soon as she fully woke up.

Asking for help wasn't something the blonde usually did. And if she didn't have her little one to think of, she would have just figured something else out. But, as she was all too quickly finding out, having a child changes everything. So, here she was, standing at the door to a stranger's house, pleading for help. Asking this woman to open her doors to her and trust her. It seemed like such an impossible thing. Trust wasn't something that ever came easy for herself, or in the world she came from. No one would just open their doors to you without ulterior motives. And now she was asking another soul to do just that. Her eyes flashed bigger, as she realized she hadn't even given this woman her name. Her real name. If she was asking trust of another, she needed to learn to also give that trust. "My name's Beatrix Kiddo, but my friends call me Kiddo." Must be why most of the members of the Deadly Viper Squad all called her 'Beatrix'. The only one she was actually close to was Bill. She refused to let her mind stray to that subject. Instead, she raised her arm out to the woman in front of her, giving her a firm handshake. "It's nice to meet you."

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It was very odd to her that he seemed surprised over the revelation of zombies existing. She would have thought that anyone living here would have heard of this by now. “Well, I haven’t seen more than one of them. The one that I saw, I took care of.” Kiddo gave him a menacing smile. “My guess is that if you live here, you should be careful. You don’t want to end up like that poor soul.” She motioned to the zombie’s last feast, still bleeding out from the bite wounds.

He was looking nervous, as he should. She also thought that she heard his stomach grumble, causing a groan. Must be he was late for dinner. “Listen, you can call me Kiddo. If you need assistance getting home, I can walk you. You should probably have someone by your side that is good with a blade. In case we come across any others like that.”

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2D nodded slowly. “Well, uh… they’re sort of a thing around here sometimes, but they don’t usually… do much, I guess.” He glanced at the corpse on the ground again. “Right, yeah, definitely wouldn’t…” His hand unconsciously went to the bandage on his arm for a moment before he noticed and quickly shoved his hands in his pockets. “That’d be… bad, yeah.”

With a raised eyebrow he thought about her offer. On one hand, what if she figured out what he was? On the other hand, it would help him keep up the charade, as long as she didn’t notice zombies wouldn’t be attacking him. “Y-yeah, thanks, that’d be great,” he said. “The flat’s… not too far from here, but it is sort of a while.” If she hadn’t had a weapon, there would have been a serious possibility of him considering taking her home to eat. But he wasn’t even going to think about risking that. He wasn’t that stupid. “Oh, uh, my name’s 2D by the way,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

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She didn't know whether or not to be suspicious of how nerve wracked he was. Kiddo supposed that she couldn't blame him. He did live here, after all. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him fidget with a bandaged wound. Making her suspicions become renewed.

When he accepted her help, she was relieved, a slight bit. She started to walk next to him, following his lead. Her hand subtly poised and ready to attack him if need be. She didn't even need her Hanzo sword. Not when knowing the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique. That made weapons a bit redundant, but it wasn't something she used lightly. The last only person she had ever practiced it on was Bill. But the fact that she knew it, comforted her. Until she wondered whether or not it would even work against the undead.

Her tone was matter-of-fact, and seemingly void of much emotion. "Nice to meet you, 2D. I must ask you something. Were you bit?" The woman didn't know if that's how it worked. It seemed to be a theme among horror movies that if you were bit, that you would be infected with whatever it was that caused such vileness. She needed to know, to make sure that she wasn't getting herself into a possibly dangerous situation.

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(( This is just such a stunning photo of Beatrix Kiddo, the yellow-haired warrior. =) ))

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After hearing that he was clean, she put away her katana. Looking back at him, she smirked. “Need any help killing these assholes? I’m good with a sword.” The blonde didn’t know how far spread this epidemic was, but was willing to fight. Fighting and killing was part of who she was, after all.

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“No… I don’t.” He relaxed alittle, her asking if he needed help confirmed she was friendly.

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Kiddo shrugged. "Well then, suit yourself. If you've got handling the slaughter of all the zombies out there under control, then you just go ahead and do that. Don't need anyone's help, eh?" She raised one eyebrow at him as she slyly smiled. She couldn't force him to accept her help, but had hoped that he would at least want her company. The woman had no idea what was going on out there, and had hoped to find someone with some answers.