dear_mun | Entries tagged with canon: kill bill

Ten years dead, and this is the afterlife I am given. You're cute...to bring me back, in reverence.

And what do you plan to do with me, then?

Ah, you do have plans -- I'm sorry, hopes?

Better that than dead.

wakey_wakey

[Muse is casually chewing tobacco at the door of his RV.]

...Yep. This is probably your worst idea yet.

bawu

[ There's an older gentleman, dressed to the nines, sitting upon a bench on a porch. His head slightly bowed, he plays a long flute - the bawu. He says nothing. This is how he calms himself but, make no mistake, he's highly alert.

Beside him, sitting on the porch instead of the bench, is a wider, more heavy-set man. With his cowboy hat and grease-stained shirt, he's about as slovenly as the other man is groomed.

The age difference between them is apparent, their family resemblance less so. It's unmistakable that the man with the bawu is the elder of the pair, but they're still men over what one would term their 'prime'. There's a sense of waiting about them.

The younger man, Budd, drinks from a beer bottle, and chews thoughtfully on something he's apparently keeping tucked against his cheek. ]

Well, she did it, in the end. I coulda called you, but me? I thought my figures were a bit different. Didn't really predict this as our afterlife, neither.

[ He's not talking about just one thing, or just one woman, although the statement fits one moreso than the other. ]

Guess that's why I don't gamble no more. Heh heh heh.

[ And he spits a long, tar-like substance out of his mouth onto the dirt. ]

[[ OOC NOTE: You will be dual-tagged by Bill and Budd in this rp. Both will reply to you. Both may chime in on their brother's conversation with your character. Budd's account is

texasfuneral and they're both mine. ]]

tabooed

I suspect that your sights might be anything but still at this point. Indecision is debilitating, they say. It feeds until nothing is left, holding close. They had their say, but I say there is something left—bones.

[ A pause. The slight tilt of her head, leaving a wave of false ease in her expression. As if a nerve was close to rearing it's ugly head, but shoo'd back into sleep. A stoic Queen. ]

Not admirable, but where I will be relies completely on you. [ My life in your hands, she avoids. The weight of that may lead into a stumble. ] And as I trust, once the decision has been found, it will be entirely non-negotiable. Now that, as I hope to see, would be entirely admirable.

bang_bang

What kind of games are we going to play?

trixareforkids

[Said complete and totally sincerely]

I understand and sympathize with your feelings. As a matter of fact, I'm quite sure that everyone here in this community and in other houses or dwellings for "puppets" has also felt your levels of frustration. You have been open and honest, indeed commendable for your behavior and your attitude. You are willing to listen, you are willing to learn, and you are willing to be dedicated to providing an exemplary experience for everyone both in your personal and professional life to everyone that you meet.

The sad fact of the matter is that people are fickle creatures, and their personal needs are the primary focus of their existence. If you want anyone's attention or to make any impression in order to get what will make you happy, I suggest going to their homes and taking their fucking heads.

Take two heads and you'll have your cast mates. Take three heads and you will have people willing to pay attention and accept your ideas. Take five heads and you'll own the fucking game and maybe then I'll consider allowing you to try and [Sharp feral smile] play me.

deadliestviper

I don't care if it was a flood. I can't believe you let me embarrass myself that way.

deadliestviper

Why's it so goddamn funny that I have some random song stuck in my head?

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: Three guesses.

deadliestviper

As Budd and Elle noted, there are a lot of R's in my story. Revenge, for instance. Rampage. Regret, rage, relief, respect, resignation, rape, remorse, redemption. And you, sweetheart, you seem to have forgotten that last one.

Yeah, I'm a bad person. You know this, I know this, it's common knowledge. No one lives the life I have and comes out looking like a martyr, it just doesn't happen. But that doesn't mean everything I did was evil. Ugly, yes, destructive as well, but it was honorable. It was right, at least in my eyes. My actions – dare I say it – redeemed me. I had what I needed. I had more than I needed; I had my humanity.

So why throw that out and rearrange my story for the sake of redemption? Why bring in anyone else to help me down that path? Trust me, I've got this. And even if I don't, I can handle the consequences. You and I both know I'm never going to be a good girl. So why are you still pushing to apply me for a game where I'd have to answer to a morality auditor?

Seriously. What are you punishing me for?

Current Mood: frustrated

deadliestviper

Look, bitch.

If you're going to insist on pushing me out of retirement, at least have the good sense not to overestimate me. Sure, I'm good at what I do, but that doesn't mean I'm invincible, and it sure as hell doesn't mean I'm taking on any challenge you put to me. Wish away but I'm not doing your wǔxiá dance. Just because I could kill someone doesn't mean I will – especially when that person has something to offer me. I'm no vigilante. Did you somehow miss the fact that I'm not stupid?

Come on. Do you really think that's all I can do?

Current Mood: stressed

deadliestviper

Sweetie. Let me make this perfectly clear, since you seem to have trouble grasping it.

The past is the past, and it ain't never happenin' again. Do you think I got this far by being stupid? Now I know Bill was one thing, you do too. But if I worked with O-Ren, Vernita, and Elle so long without anything besides well-deserved respect and hate developing, why would lust enter into it after they left me for dead? Why the fuck would I want to fuck anyone after the whole coma thing?

"Hate sex"? Please, bitch. My fucking and fighting days have gone the way of the Deadly Viper squad, I don't care who you're offering. Drop this bullshit; all I want to do is live what's left of my life in peace. So here's an idea: save your shipping and your lesbian fantasies for some other girl and let me find my daughter.

Current Mood: apathetic

Dear Mun . . .

I think we have issues.

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"I am NOT on a boat, motherfucker."

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Because romance is dead.

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