Kim Williams FF RP Thread

[The Matt]

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November 8th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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It is November 8th, a Friday morning in the front yard of a semi-luxurious home in an upscale part of Boston, Massachusetts, nestled in a quiet neighborhood. The yard is immaculately maintained, with a lush green lawn stretching from the wide cobblestone driveway to a series of flower beds brimming with vibrant marigolds, petunias, and neatly trimmed boxwoods. A large oak tree stands proudly to one side, its golden autumn leaves cascading gently to the ground. A winding stone path leads from the driveway to the front porch, where a pair of sleek wooden chairs and a potted fern sit beneath the shade of the overhanging roof. The house itself is modern yet cozy, with pale gray siding, white-trimmed windows, and a dark slate roof.

Amid the peaceful daytime setting, none other than the eccentric Queen of the Death Match herself, Kimberly Williams step into view with a mischievous glint in her green eyes. The Woman Scorned darts from one flower bed to another. She’s dressed in an eccentric outfit resembling that of a Victorian-era male detective: a tailored brown overcoat, plaid waistcoat, crisp white shirt with a high collar, and pinstriped trousers. Her outfit is complete with a deerstalker hat perched at a jaunty angle on her head and a magnifying glass in hand. She crouches low behind the flower beds, pretending to inspect “clues” on the ground, despite the fact that nothing is really there.

“Ah-ha! A footprint!” Kim gazes down at a boy resting on a flower. “The game is afoot my dear Watson! This is a footprint…or is that a honeybee? I can’t tell them apart anymore…” she shrugs and moves further along the yard. Her antics are theatrical, clearly meant to amuse herself rather than achieve any real detective work.

As Kimberly crawls toward the oak tree, another figure emerges into view, this time from within the nice upscale home. This is Jessica Lasiewicz. Jessica and Kimberly are half-sisters, sharing the same famous mother Angelica Jones but having different fathers. Lasiewicz is also a striking contrast to the deranger Kimberly in that she is almost always calm, cool, and collected and very rarely goofs around. Despite their differences, the sisters do very much care for one another and will always help out when needed. That is what family is for, right? But why is Kim here today? What has brought her eccentric half-sister out to visit her? In contrast to Kim, Lasiewicz wears a simple outfit: fitted dark jeans, a pale blue sweater, and white sneakers. Her brown hair is pulled into a loose ponytail, and her expression shifts from mild confusion to exasperation as she watches Kimberly’s playful sneaking.

“Kimberly, what are you doing?” Jessica calls out, stepping onto the stone path with her arms crossed.

Kimberly freezes mid-crouch, then slowly swivels her head toward Jessica with an exaggeratedly guilty expression. “You didn’t see me…”

“Uh, yes I did.”

“No! I am a brilliant detective with expert and cunning skills!”

“Sorry, Kim. You’re caught red handed.”

“There is no red on my hands!” Kim waves her hands in front of Jessica. “See? Clean as a whistle!”

“Na litość boską…” she sighs and shakes her head “...what do you want?”

“Why, dearest sister, I am on the trail of a most dastardly culprit! You wouldn’t happen to know anything about..Vlad The Impaler, would you?!” She peers at Jessica through the magnifying glass, her voice dripping with playful accusation.

Jessica sighs and rubs her temples. “You mean the ruler of Wallachia during the 1400s?”

“Oh ok, well do you know anything about Wladimir Klitschko?”

“Former heavyweight boxing champion of the world.”

“Impressive…” Kim scratches her chin, pretending to think carefully “...what about Wladimir Putin?”

“Russian leader.”

“I KNEW IT!” She exclaims. Kimberly stands up, brushing dirt off her coat and feigning outrage. “You’re the thief!”

“What are you blabbing about Kim?” Jessica asks, growing impatient. “I haven’t stolen anything from you. To be honest, you’re the thief.”

“How dare you accuse me without evidence! A good detective would never…and I am the best detective… I am KIMLOCK HOLMES!”

“Right…” Jessica rolls her eyes “...well Kimlock Holmes, you are stealing my precious time. What do you need?”

“I told you! Kimlock Holmes is on an investigation!”

“Fine, whatever. At least come inside before the neighbors start asking questions.”

“Right away, my dear Watson!”

Kimberly skips along happily following her Polish half-sister towards the house. They enter through the front door. Jessica motions for Kim to follow her through a short hallway and then into the living room area. The living room is spacious and inviting, with polished hardwood floors that gleam in the natural light streaming through large bay windows dressed with soft cream curtains. The walls are painted a calming sage green. A plush sectional sofa in a light gray fabric dominates the seating area, piled with throw pillows in earthy tones of rust, ochre, and ivory. A knitted blanket is draped over one armrest, adding a touch of casual comfort. Across from the sofa sits a sleek, low-profile coffee table made of reclaimed wood, its surface cluttered with a few books, a scented candle, and a mug left behind earlier. A soft area rug in a subtle geometric pattern anchors the furniture, offering a cozy texture underfoot.

The centerpiece of the room is a modern gas fireplace with a minimalist stone surround. Above it, a flat-screen TV is mounted discreetly, flanked by built-in shelves filled with books, small potted plants, and other assorted items. Near the windows, a corner is dedicated to a reading nook, featuring a comfortable armchair upholstered in deep emerald green and a small side table stacked with more books. A tall floor lamp with an arched neck provides focused light, making it an ideal spot to curl up on rainy afternoons. Jessica leads Kimberly to the sofa, gesturing for her to sit. As Kimberly plops down with a dramatic sigh, her Victorian-era attire looking comically out of place against the modern decor, Jessica sits more gracefully on the opposite side of the couch, folding her legs beneath her. Jessica leans back, crossing her arms.

“Alright, Kim,” she begins, her voice steady but tinged with amusement, “what brings you here today?”

“Oh just stopping by for a visit!” Kim grins playfully.

“You certainly seem to be in good spirits.” Jessica points out. “I’m surprised, actually. You seemed rather disappointed when you lost at Under Attack.”

“In my defense it technically took two of those clowns to pin me.” Kim snarls. “Put me against Colleen Ronald McDonald one on one and I’ll tear her to shreds. She won’t just her title, she’ll lose her…

“Whoa…” Jessica holds up a hand to silence her “...save that violence for the ring, ok?”

“Wild do, Captain!” Kim playfully salutes Jessica.

“And if I recall, Fatal Fortunes is coming up next.”

“That’s right!” The grin returns to Kim’s face. “I am THE Queen of Chaos and you do not get more chaotic than Fatal Fortunes where matches are literally made at the draw of a hat! It’s great! It is my home turf and I look forward to seeing what kind of chaos I get into!”

“You only want the Underground Title, though.” Jessica points out. “What are the odds you get drawn for THAT?”

“I know all about odds, Jess.” Kim retorts. “I know that I will only get what lady luck decides to give me. But that’s why chaos is fair. Everyone is in the same boat.”

“But admit it, you hope you get drawn for an Underground Title Match.”

“Yeah…” Kim nods her head “...that sixth Underground Title reign is something I’d love to have. But like I said, I’ll take whatever lady luck gives to me!”

“Well good luck with that.” Jessica sighs. “But you still haven’t gotten around to why you decided to visit me. I mean, you visit Marie all the time. You almost never visit me.”

“In my defense, me and Marie are clones.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. “What do you want, Kim? Enough of the games, enough of the Kimlock Holmes crap. What brings you here? What do you need from me?”

“You’re no fun. This is why I visit Marie more than I do you.” Kim sticks her tongue out at Jessica. “But uh, yeah, my investigation as Kimlock Holmes requires that I take a bit of an overseas adventure! I won’t be gone long but I will need a place to stay while I am away.”

“And you think you can get a place to stay from me?” Jessica looks confused at first. “Why not book a hotel or…” just then Jessica’s eyes grow slightly larger, as if a light bulb went off over her head “...what exactly are you doing overseas, Kim?”

“I promise I’m not going to maim anyone.” Kim says, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m being serious.” Jessica says. “If you get into trouble, someone will need to bail you out and it might have to be me.”

“Awww that’s so sweet!” Kim gushes. “But I do not plan to cause any trouble…at least intentionally…I’m just doing some research, that’s all, and I might need a place to stay, a headquarters if you will.”

“Wiem, czego szukasz.” Jessica says sharply.

“Language!” Kim exclaims.

“Look, I do own a vacation home in my native Poland. Would that work?”

“Perfect!” Kim claps happily. “I promise no loud parties and no icky boys! I can’t wait to stay in Lassie Country!”

“Kim, just one thing…” she sighs “...like I said, I think I know what you’re looking for. All I’m going to say is be careful. I don’t want to see anything happen to you.”

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November 11th, 2024
Boston, Massachusetts
Off Camera
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A few days have passed since Kimberly Williams spoke to her half-sister Jessica Lasiewicz and got permission to use her vacation home in Poland while she goes overseas for some research. Jessica has an idea about what the research entails and has some concern for Kimberly’s safety. Kim ordinarily would have just went out and did her own thing but upon the urging of Jessica, she has decided to fill her twin sister Marie in on what exactly is going on and why she will not hear from Kimberly for awhile. Thus Kimberly Williams and her identical twin sister, Marie Jones, sit side by side on a weathered park bench overlooking Boston Common.

Marie was the picture of understated elegance, dressed in a light floral blouse with a high neckline tucked neatly into a flowing, knee-length skirt in soft pastel hues. Her leather ballet flats were polished, and a delicate gold chain with a tiny locket rested on her collarbone. Her posture was straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap, exuding an air of calm and composure. Kimberly, by contrast, radiated defiance. She slouched comfortably on the bench, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the edge, her scuffed black boots firmly planted on the ground. Her outfit was unapologetically edgy: a black Queens of Chaos logo t-shirt, paired with ripped jeans that bore the scars of countless adventures. She wore chunky silver rings on nearly every finger, and her nails were painted a chipped crimson.

“It’s nice out, isn’t it?” Marie asks. Kim shrugs.

“I suppose so.”

I know the beauty of parks like this isn’t exactly your thing but even you have to admit it is nice to be out here.”

“I don’t have to admit anything.” Kim sticks her tongue out playfully at Marie. Marie reacts with a chuckle. Jones then leans back and sighs.

“You know Kim, I hate that you lost at Under Attack. I know how much the Underground Title means to you and all…”

“It’s ok.” Kim says. “I already told Jess when I spoke with her, I’m ok with what happened because for starters it took two of those idiots to beat me. And second, Fatal Fortunes is coming up. Who knows what might happen?” She grins knowingly.

“True. You could be the lucky person drawn for a world title shot.” Marie says. Kim shrugs.

“Maybe but who cares? I want that Underground Title back.”

“You can want it all you like but Fatal Fortunes is a different animal. All of it is a random draw. Pure chaos. You of all people should appreciate that.”

“Oh and I do!” Kim smiles excitedly. “I am very much looking forward to the chaos!”

“Well good luck, sis.” Marie says, smiling warmly. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“You too.” Kim says. But then Marie shakes her head.

“Not me, not this time.”

“Oh come on, Marie! Don’t be such a downer!” Kim pats her on the back. “I know you’ve hit a rough patch but you can bounce back and Fatal Fortunes might be your ticket to bouncing back in a big way!”

“Maybe…maybe if luck was on my side but lately it hasn’t been…” Marie shakes her head “...and quite frankly, I haven’t been at my best lately.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that maybe I need to take a break from everything, from all of it.”

“No!” Kim grabs hold of Marie and squeezes her tightly in a big bear hug. “I won’t let you go!”

“Come on, Kim,” Marie chuckles as she tries, and eventually does, force Kim to break the hug “you’ll be fine without me. You made a real name for yourself without me. You already proved that you don’t need me.”

“But I’ll…” Kim sighs as she tries to force back those feelings that she utterly hates displaying “...I would miss you…”

“Look at this!” Marie teases. “The Queen of the Death Match being sappy and sentimental!”

“Hush you!” Kim snaps back. “I don’t want to ruin my reputation!”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Good…” Kim sighs “...but seriously, think it over, ok?”

“I promise that I won’t make any rash decisions right away.”

“That’s all I ask.” Kim leans her head on Marie’s shoulder. “I really would miss you.”

“I’d probably miss you too.”

“I’ll also miss you while I’m in Poland.”

“I’ll miss you too…” Marie suddenly turns and looks into Kim’s eyes, Kim is smirking playfully “...wait, what?! Poland?!”

“Yup, Poland!” Kim declares happily. “But don’t worry, I won’t be there long, I just need to do some research.”

“What kind of research?” Marie asks. “What on earth do you need to know that would take you to Poland?”

“It’s like this…” Kim slumps over and sighs “...you and mom have made me feel totally welcome in the Jones family. It took Jess a bit but even she’s grown attached to me and she has made me feel welcome. But despite everything you have done, despite the fact that biologically I am a Jones, I still do not feel truly like a Jones.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Marie insists. “You certainly belong to this family, to the Jones family.”

“Belonging to a family and feeling as if you truly part of it are two completely different things. I know I am a Jones. I just don’t feel it. I do not see where I fit in. That’s what I need to know. I need to know how I fit into this family.”

“And how exactly is going to Poland going to help?” Marie asks. “Why not talk to me or mom or…”

“I tried talking to you guys but I never did get the answers I needed. I still didn’t find where I fit in. So I decided to follow in the footsteps of the Jones family patriarch.”

“You mean…” Marie’s voice trails off as she begins to realize Kim’s train of thought and where it leads. Kim nods her head in confirmation.

“That’s right. Bart Jones, our late grandfather. Maybe if I find out something about him, some piece of information that mom either doesn’t know or is keeping hidden from us, maybe if I dig deep into his mysterious past, I might be able to make a connection.”

“Kim…” Marie sighs “...I get why you’re doing this but what you are suggesting is dangerous. Who gave you this crazy idea?”

“Our uncle Douglas.” Kim smiles. “You really should visit him more often, he’s a pleasant guy for a convicted felon serving a life sentence for serial murder.”

“That’s right…” Marie nods her head “...he is a killer!”

“But he is also reformed.” Kim points out. “He has changed, like me. And at least he helped me learn how I fit into the Williams family. Now I need to learn how I fit into the Jones family and I hope you will support me with this.”

Marie stares deep into Kimberly’s eyes. Marie is doubtful of this idea but she can tell that her twin is determined. Finally Marie nods her head and relents.

“Oh ok, you have my support!”

“Yay!” Kimberly leans in and hugs her again. “I love you!”

“Yeah, love you too.” She sighs. “But please, be careful.”

“I’m always careful!” Kim winks playfully.