Duality of a Maiden: Jeanne Le Pen vs. Kim Walker

[godjacob]

Kim of course had to work to let the guilt lower from her earlier soft accusation, not that she thought Jeanne did anything but...man now she was confusing herself.

And as she saw Jeanne interact with the doll, a smile seemed to cross her lips.

Yeah, it was hard to see her as anything but a quirky, but sweet soul.

"Y-yeah, it's kinda cute the longer you look at it. I think it will be happy with you." Kim said with a well-meaning smile as she watched Jeanne pick up the curious doll.

Yeah, it was cute. And Kim figured that Jeanne would give it a great home.

When asked if she would help her clean the place, Kim paused a moment to think it over before she offered a small smile and nodded at the curious girl to accept her offer.

"O-of course, I would be happy to help you."

[Monsy]

Music to her ears. It brought another hardy laugh as she yanked the tape from its holdings and balled it inside her embrace. The wrappings coiled around her forearm, spewed high around her bicep to form a sparse bandage sleeve and thrown higher to cover her shoulder, then arch over, tangle and ball in front of her chest akin to a ball of yarn.

“Magnifique! Tu es un ange.”

idk French that well.

“Could you bring that trash bin over? I think I got the majority, just need to, well - get the lid off. If you don’t mind, that is. Other than that, we just have to pile up the dolls in the corner and call it a day. It’ll be quick, then I got to get ready for my match soon.”

[godjacob]

Kim could not help but smile as the embrace was given, really in spite of her quirks this girl somehow was quite precious and as she got more used to her really she seemed to almost find comfort in her presence. Being usually seen as the weird cosplay new girl, it was nice that someone else considered "odd" was around to connect with.

"Oh bilingual? How nice~"

Kim completed the French, or least the presumed French of Jeanne and when asked for a trash can Kim nodded and quickly moved to grab a can as Jeanne outlined her plan and nodded as she began to help clean the place up.

[Monsy]

“Oui, I come from France.”

She hurled the rest into her arms, which yarned all around and consumed her face. Strands hooked her ankles and dragged across the carpet, and she shuffled little dolls in each kick, conglomerated into a single pile that stacked waist-high on Jeanne. She waded through the stuffed doll-dom to dump the first arm-load, then skipped around the room to collect any remnants of bandage or doll. The wrappings fit inside her fist, enough to squeeze into a projectile, and she threw herself forward. A hand kissed the ground as her feet went high in a cartwheel, then tossed the ball when she was upright again.

“There we go. All done, didn’t take as long as I thought.”

Three knocks barged the door, “Jeanne!” It called, “Jeanne, open up!”

Her brow quirked, turned head towards Kim and slowly turned towards the door.

“Uummm… Things might get a little awkward. You didn’t happen to bring earplugs, did you? Ahahah, I’m about to get an earful.”

[godjacob]

Kim had to admit when there was not this dark or ominous atmosphere to things, it seemed rather cute to see Jeanne go to work as she seemed to be a skilled craftswoman as her work on the doll simply left her speechless. Though she had to focus on her own task at hand as she continued to help pick up trash around the room showing a dedication with her aid in the hopes to make the place smooth as can be.

"Oh France? That is cool!"

Kim's smile was cut off just as she finished bagging the trash, though some knocks on the door seemed to catch her ear.

As Jeanne made a comment about earplugs which quickly caused her to sweat drop. What could she be yelled at for?

"I-is something wrong?" Kim asked Jeanne missing context behind this understandably.

[Monsy]

Almost swallowed by the debris of this clandestine prank, she was about to be engulfed in shouts just beyond a steel door. To Kim’s concern, Jeanne shrugged, threw her arms up shoulder-height and closed her eyes.

“I couldn’t say. I was knocked out for the past while, so who knows. Juuuust um, stay here. Ok? I’ll be right back.”

She stuck up a finger, wagged it at the door and walked to it; gripped the steel hander with five fingers, turned and pulled. Her shoulder was quick to exit the door, her inner foot abaft the door’s shadow maneuvered around the edge and stepped outside, followed by a sidestep that completed her exit. The door pulled shut, just shy of a click.

“Yes?” Jeanne asked; her head perked up, a nonchalant gaze with vacant eyes and stern-tight lips.

“Your debut!” They said as they poked their clipboard, “Your opponent hasn’t been found, and we been searching for hours! Do you know anything?”

She tilted her head and shrugged, garnished by a smile. “Nope.”

They sighed. Defeated and perhaps distraught, “This has happened twice now! You’re hired as a wrestler, yet no one to wrestle. It’s like someone is sabotaging your matches.”

“Oh? Well, you’ll get to the bottom of that, won’t you? But don’t worry… I have a solution, if you’ll be so kind to...” Her finger placed over her lips to beckon silence. She leaned into the door and slithered around to hide his stature, and closed the door behind her.

“Well, Kim. You been great to me and I appreciate it, but it seems like it didn’t save my match. My opponent is not on the premises, so I’m told. I’ll likely be leaving for the night then. No reason to stay without a match. Till next time, no?”

[godjacob]

"A-all right, just take care okay...?"

Kim spoke with a reasonable concern to Jeanne, she was not sure what all the banging on the door by whoever came to see Jeanne had been about, but she figured it could not have been good.

Seems the people who came to the door had been discussing an opponent Jeanne was supposed to have, Kim had heard from Jeanne earlier about a match she was scheduled for though it seemed they hit a snag.

Well, one beyond the obvious fact Jeanne had been bound by tape earlier of course but that was better left unsaid.

Seemed that Jeanne's opponents had been a no show, while Kim would never flaunt it she was a good listener and even without being up close she seemed to get the general context.

Seems Jeanne had been missing a few of her debut opponents, and this seemed to raise concerns for her, not just that some individuals would be attacked beforehand, but just how Jeanne's debut seemed to be constantly sabotaged.

Kim knew how special a debut was, and to have it seemingly stolen away from them...was hard to take.

Thus, when Jeanne turned to her and announced she was done for the night, and wished her well, Kim had not been ready to accept that. This was just...wrong! There had to be something they could do, something to make this right...then a lightbulb shinned over her head.

"W-wait! Wait uh, I couldn't help but overhear but if...if you need an opponent, well...I-I am open." Kim said with a sheepish but then a more firm resolve, offering to take the place of this missing opponent for Jeanne.

[Monsy]

She stood there with dangled arms. One hand reached to grab the other, and her head quirked to one side. The answer was quite predictable, almost as though she’d insert the words into their mouth. Oh, what a rush that is, to feel and control what you might. Maybe it was a bit much, but it was all good fun. A smile peaked afterward, though, where the sparkles inside her heart couldn’t flutter any higher. Her chest expanded with a deep inhale and cooed through a small straw-sized gap. “Oh yeah?”

She descended into a brief fit of laughter, “Ohoho, lucky me, my very own golden goose is here!”

A foot shoved the ground to twirl, and she stomped on one rotation, allowing her arms to swing until they coiled around her being. That time, there was a dull look, eyes sapped of its cheer and rendered doused in this blank melancholy. A brow peaked at her, lips narrow, and one side pulled tight, so the cheek puffed up slightly.

“Seriously though, you’ll take their place? It’s a bit of a tall ask.”

There was a bang from the door again, and the man stepped inside, garnering Jeanne’s over-the-shoulder gaze.

“Hello. Don’t mean to butt in on your conversation but I thinked to make something clear. We desperately need a replacement, so this match you two are proposing - I’m sure management can accept it. In fact, you ladies can just gear up now and be ready soon. I’ll see to it. Thanks.”

And like that, he left, and Jeanne shrugged, “Guess that means we’re set now yeah?...”

[godjacob]

As Kim had made her offer, the smile that came from Jeanne seemed to better reassure her answer. As nervous as she had been to sub into a match last minute, it somehow felt right to help someone she had grown to find to be rather sweet in spite of her quirks in the short time they had gotten to know each other. However if there was a spot well Kim figured this would be a good way to get an extra match to her name and do something to help Jeanne so it was more than worth it.

"W-well I am not sure I am a golden goose, but I-I am open and yeah I think I am good for this."

Kim offered a shy but growing smile to Jeanne as she seemed to be absolute in her conviction behind her decision, and Jeanne seemed to be happy about this which only did well to reinforce her decision. It would be nice for a change to get into a match with someone she liked, could be a nice friendly encounter to push each other. And that thought excited her.

And it seemed to excite this L.A.W. representative as well, who came in and basically handed the green light to the pair informing them they'd be competing soon and advised them to get in gear before he departed. Naturally this caused a bit of an awkward pause as Kim turned to Jeanne and sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh well guess t-that settles it then. So I guess I'll see you in the ring, is there anything else you needed me to do?"

Kim asked this question as she didn't want to just up and leave Jeanne to go change, first she wanted to make sure Jeanne was good after the hectic arrival to the room.

[Monsy]

Things seemed all too well. Perhaps the stars from far-off galaxies have aligned for them. The marriage of luck and fortune, with a bit of illusion betwixt this cocktail of fate. Kim’s reassurance earned Jeanne’s thumbs up and lopsided grin, finished by a nod as their plans were confirmed. Jeanne looked left and right to check the room, reasserted her gaze on Kim and shrugged. “No, I think everything is fine now. We should definitely get ready, so, yeah, I’ll see you there, Kim. Heheh, hopefully, that is. Please be careful.”