9732/Crazy meets Crazy - A Psycho Story

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Crazy meets Crazy - A Psycho Story
Date of Scene: 20 January 2022
Location: Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis: Gwen and Valerie both meeting someone arguably crazier than they are - and it's them!
Cast of Characters: Valerie Killmore, Gwendolyn Poole




Valerie Killmore has posed:
Why would anyone ever go to a corner store? Everything there is old, rotten, except maybe the things that never go bad. There's one reason and one reason only. To blatantly be standing outside, an uzi held by a shoulder strap, waist with a criss-cross of what look like large clamping teeth with some kind of liquid inside and dangling from a spiked belt by... yarn, while spraying a graffiti styled cheshire cat on the wall.

And that's exactly what Valerie is doing right now, standing there and painting a 4' tall outline of a cheshire cat. Underneath is written in big exaggerated letters that almost look like they were scratched into the wall by the paint, 'Hex was here'.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Whatcha dooooin'?" asks a voice in a sing song. It belongs to a blond girl with pink tips, who is not wearing a super hero costume but does have two katanas strapped to her back and a pistol holstered on her thigh. Gwen's eyes gaze lovingly at the uzi, barely noticing the actual art being created at the time. Priorities.

How she got there, of course, is anyone's guess. Just one minute - she was there.

Valerie Killmore has posed:
The uzi is super cool as well, so it might draw attention. Lots of odd looking runes scratched into the material, paint all over it to make it POP in looks, and the blue haired chick pops her head up and turns it to look at Gwen. "Huh? Oh. Just putting the fact that I was here... here. You know, it's important, lots of people ask how they'll make their mark on the world. I think that's a pretty easy answer." She smirks and lets out a small laugh.

Then the woman double takes, and looks back to see the pistol, "Whoa. A thigh holster? That's so smart. I really need to get me one, or three of those. It's tough to hold onto shit while you are taking someone's car." Like that's the truest statement of all. She does have a chain that's connected to the waistband of her pants, and dangling from it is a rather mad maxian looking phone as well.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Wouldn't it be better to have someone else put your mark on the world?" Gwen holds up her fingers to make a square, sizing up Valerie as she does so. "I mean, aside from...Alphona? Ottley?" She leans back for a moment and looks up, as if into the sky, but her eyes are clearly focused not at all on the actual sky. Then she looks back to Hex. "Well, whatever. You know what I mean."

"And yeah, it looks pretty bad-ass, doesn't it?" Gwen quickly darts her hand down to draw the gun, swirls it around her finger, and then stashes again. "So. Cheshire Cat, huh? Your spirit animal?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Oh, nonono. Someone else putting MY mark on the world? They'd just fuck it up." Valerie mentions and shakes her head, causing her uber long braids to wiggle and waggle as she does this, "No. Period, En Oh. No." Though with the squared fingers, Valerie quickly grabs up her Uzi, holds it up, posing with it by doing one of those I'm a model with a gun pointed to the sky looks, as if you were actually taking a picture of her.

Once the fingers are gone, she's back to standing there more casually, leaving the gun to dangle more along her side. "Kinda? I mean, the Cheshire Cat sort of fucks up Alice's life. Right? And smiles about it. Like, who does that? A badass, that's who. So, why not use the image? And yeah, nice, swirling... thing, around the..." Tilting her head she's looking at your hand, and then back to the gun, "Twirl? Swirl? No, no it is NOT a curly cue." She suddenly shouts, and shakes her head, "Sorry about that. Some PEOPLE speak out of TURN." And she puts a hand over the end of her Uzi, like cupping someone's mouth. Smiling, "So embarrassing. Why just the tips?"

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Making clicking sounds, Gwen tilts her hands slowly, taking in different angles. "Work it, work it!" She flashes a grin as she takes in as much as she can from the visual.

Her eyes drifting back down to the gun as it dangles, Gwen finally tears her gaze away from it to look up at Valerie. "I like it. It makes sense. But your color scheme doesn't really match. They need to palette swap you." She sudedenly looks over at the gun, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, who has the right to criticize how I use my gun?" She looks angry for a moment, but then it fades, before looking back to Valerie. "Wait. You have A TALKING GUN??" This causes Gwen to bound forward to get her face directly into the uzi. "I want one!"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
While those hands are up, whatever magic they do, that seems to all be in Valerie's head, gets her posing like a girls with guns catalog. Even once pulling off one of her grenades, and getting super closer to the hands, biting at the pin like she's gonna pull it.

With the comment on color schemes, Valerie just rolls with it, "No way. I found these clothes fair and square. I ain't gonna give them to this pew pew. Let alone any other! They'll have to find their own..." She looks down at herself and hrms, shrugging a moment, "Yoga, clothes? I think." Then her gun gets a lot more interest, "All guns talk. It's a thing." Just as an instant, sincere, response. "Your gun, my gun, cops who shoot at me sometimes, even their guns. All speak. Just people don't..." She chokes up a bit, water starting to bead at the corners of her eyes, "Listen. But I do. I DO! Sometimes they are loud mouths, and sometimes they'll get you kicked out of a restaurant for what they say. But when they talk, people should listen. Or they die, and can't hear anything." A shrug.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Gwen stands listening to all of this. Nodding slowly. "Uh huh." Another nod. "Uh huh." She tilts her head, changing the angle of her view (dutch angles FTW) and then straight again. Finally, once Valerie is done, Gwen glances skyward again. "Thank you for finally giving me a useful friend!!" There is a bit of a hostility in her tone mixed with authentic appreciation.

Turning her gaze back to Valerie, Gwen smiles. "I'm Gwen. Gwenpool, if you must." She reaches into her pocket and whips out the top piece of her costume and throws it on, sort of concealing the top part of her face. "Let me guess - some sort of feline pun as your name? Chasey Cat?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
The angles, while talking, and continuing to move about. Turning her head, putting her grenade back on her belt, turning and facing away with her face over her shoulder looking back at the finger camera and finger gun pointing. Valerie responds to the crazy pretend of a camera, with the seriousness as if she was some kind of professional model. Which she isn't.

When you thank the sky for a useful friend, she looks up, and then tilts her head a little trying to listen for a response. Not getting one, she just says, not asking, "Satellite death ray."

"Gwen? Do you like swimming? Is that... the... link there? Just curious, I mean, you kind of look like a swimmer." Her hands rock back and forth as she looks Gwen over, like she's weighing ideas, "And, no. But that'd be a good one..." She pushes the bottom portion of her lip into her mouth to full on chew on it, holding it there and chewing on one of her fingertips before letting it all be free. "No, I am NOT. Pushy piece of shit."

And then she's stopping, holding up the uzi and putting her cheek to the side of the gun, stroking the other side, "No no, shhhh, I'm sorry. I know, we both said some things. I promise, we can shoot stuff later. I'm talking with this pink tipped hair wearing person right now." The costume getting not even a blink, just like everyone puts on costumes all the time. "Hex, Valerie if you must."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Death rays are always glitchy. That's like, the number one rule with them. Totally not worth it." Gwen stows her finger camera and just looks fully at Valerie now.

As Valerie looks her over and asks if she's a swimmer, Gwen adopts one of those cheesecake poses. The sort that manages to accentuate both her chest and her rear, bending as if her spine was a pipe cleaner. "The first time anyone saw me was in a pool, because, you know, POOL!" Gwen grins. She looks down at Valerie's mouth. "How many different things are you talking to right now?"

Then the gaze goes to the uzi. "If I had an uzi, I would totally make love to it on a regular basis. They are just so SEXY." At the mention of name, Gwen thinks. "But what do your FRIENDS call you?"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"You don't have to tell me twice." A hand comes up and onto Gwen's shoulder, patting it, should she not move, "That's why I've never made one. Getting close to one is like getting close an old person in one of those old people prisons... senior centers." She snaps loud as she gets the phrase, still holding her Uzi up near her face. As she does so, even with all the posing from Gwen though, she is nodding her head.

"Bendable. I bet you can get through a vent pretty well, into a janitor's closet, squeeze out the door with it barely open, and then take out the principal and his mistress ... the janitor. Didn't see that coming, did'ja? It's always the secretary." Beaming for a moment, and then she hears the comment. Tucking, slowly, her Uzi behind herself, and putting herself between it and Gwen, to say 'mine'. "Hex?" Then she ohhhhhhhs, "My birth name. Right. Little cunt. No, bitch. No, whore of a monkey's elbow. No, Valerie, yeah. Valerie. People call me that sometimes, but usually when I'm being handcuffed and getting the book tossed at me." Reaching up she rubs her temple as she says this.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Returning her contorted form to a more natural one, Gwen flashes a grin. "I can get myself into and out of plenty of sticky situations, yes ma'am." She makes a feeble attempt to reach out to pet the uzi until it goes behind Valerie, and it is clear that Gwen is still considering it. As Valerie goes through the names, Gwen bounces up and down with excitement. "We're in one of those??" She looks around and then yells "MOTHER FUCKER" as loud as she can. Which is pretty loud. Then she covers her mouth as she giggles with glee. "LANGUAGE, yes!"

Then she looks around for a moment, and a look of pure excitement comes over her face. "Wait...wait..." She pulls out the front of her uniform to look down, and then exclaims with glee, "YES! I have nipples!!" She bounces around as if this is something new for her. She leans forward and attempts to plant a kiss on Valerie. "I gotta hang out with you more often, you are WAAAAY off code!"

Valerie Killmore has posed:
Over her shoulder, Valerie is kind of spitting out words to the uzi behind her, "No." She says, "No. You cannot go over to her place. No, I DON'T want to watch. Hey, we need boundaries." With that she holds up one hand, with a finger raised to indicate she needs a moment. Turning around, facing away from Gwen, she holds up the Uzi close to her and she says, "Look, no, we don't have that kind of relationship. NO we can't take it to the next level. I'd be doing ALL the work. Table it, right NOW, or so help me you will go in the pile with the GI Joes. Yes, the ones without their springy insides."

Turning back around, slowly, Valerie smiles and has her hands behind her back, holding her Uzi clearly with both of them, while her shoulders get puled back in this position and almost giving her an innocent look, but with a few glimpses it's clear she's strangling her Uzi.

Then Gwen is bouncing around and swearing, and shouting mother fucker, so what does Valerie do? "Mother FUCKER!" She screams out loud, as well, but then is furrowing her brow, and pouting her lips in a bit of confusion about the nipples comment, her own eyes drifting down now toward her own chest. When was the last time she checked? Is she just assuming they'd be there, and where ever Gwen's attempting to plant a kiss, it happens. As Valerie is much more distracted by strangling her Uzi and profound question as to whether or not she has nipples.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Seemingly fine with the ongoing dialogue, and now very specific conversation with the Uzi, Gwen just waits, tapping her foot, as if totally used to people monologuing on her. She waits patiently until Valerie looks back around. "I think you should consider it. I mean. You could do a LOT worse than an uzi." Gwen flashes a grin.

The kiss was one of those comically accentuated commic book chaste kisses to her lips, the kind that takes a really long time and evokes a loud SMACK but doesn't do much more than touch lips. Gwen straightens after that, and looks at Valerie, tilting her head a bit. "You want to check and make sure you have nipples now too, don't you?" She laughs and turns around. "Go for it. I'll give you privacy."

Valerie Killmore has posed:
The loud sound, the not 'going there' level of kiss, keeps Valerie well within her normal range of erratic. She grumbles a little bit, "You're right. About, not strangling my Uzi. It wasn't a bad idea, just one that I should take the time and think about." She stops attempting to cut off the air for her Uzi. It's then she sighs and turns around a moment, to lift up her halter top and check out what's underneath, then she pulls it back down.

It may have been private from Gwen, but she just flashed the entire corner's market through the window. And someone comes out, a little upset, "My son, you just exposed yourself to my..." Pbbbbtttttat. The Uzi speaks, and the guy falls down, bleeding on the ground, gurgling noises but Valerie just situates her top correctly and turns back around to face her new found friend.

"Thanks. It was really gettin' to me. I mean, what if I never had them and always thought I did?" People starting to gawk, looking at the dead man in front of the store, some people pulling up their phones to call the ... presumably cops? Ambulance? Something.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Jumping up in delight as she hears the bullets go off, Gwen turns around to see what is going on. She watches the man go down, and then looks at Valerie. "Oh no you didn't!" She looks back at the man, and then to Valerie again. "Yousavage, girl."

Gwen looks down as Valerie continues to talk about it, maybe before the top is re-situated, maybe not. If not, then they may be Shroedinger's nipples. "It just depends upon the book, really." murmurs Gwen. She also notes the appearances of the witnesses and then the phones. "Uh, yeah, you better bug out of here." she says quietly.

"Oh no, you foul villain!" she yells, her lips facing a bit to the side as she does so. She takes a halfhearted swing at the space in the air just beside Valerie's head. "I need to bring you in to face justice!"

Under her breath, she mutters. "Run. I'll find you later."

Valerie Killmore has posed:
"Didn't what?" Valerie is questioning, and smiles at being called Savage, she likes that as a compliment at least. Even though she's not quite following. Then it's something something about a book, and she just nods her head, "I've read some craaaaazy books..." Then it's something about bugging out, "Really?"

Furrowing her brow together, and kind of looking at Gwen, even as the punch comes but is clearly not targeting her, she looks around a moment, about justice, and facing it. Then more of a direction, to run and be found later, "Oh, uh, okay? If you say so, I forget the rules to Hide-N-Seek." But she turns, and runs.

Still so confused by the running, thing, and justice, and all that jibber jabber. But the other stuff and talking guns she seems fine with?! "I'll call you! If you don't find me!" She shouts back, and goes running off.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"No, you can't read your own book, silly." Gwen shakes her head as if this should be common sense. "The rules are simple, you run so the cops don't arrest you, and then I find you later and we hang out and do this again until they do catch you."

"Call me!" yells out Gwen at the retreating Valerie. Then she glances at the witnesses with their phone, and adds in, "Justice! Call me Justice that comes in the night!" She frowns, and decides to bug out of there herself.