𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘴.

ㅤ#  𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗲 .   a private & selective  sofie renard fatale  of  kill bill , explored at length by 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦. headcanon heavy. multiple canon & au / crossover verses available, including ( but not limited to ) fallout, resident evil & the hunger games. plotting preferred, but not required.

ㅤa study in: the golden child prodigy. an eternal pursuit of perfection. the inability to escape a father's legacy. justice at the cost of morality. devotion bordering on worship. saving your own skin out of sheer cowardice, only to no longer feel as though you fit inside of it.

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ㅤ she's not been in america long, her parents only having passed several months prior. she's seen countless doctors, talked to various specialists, and every time she thought she was making strides towards improvement, she'd catch people staring on the street and talking amongst themselves, or be approached in the corner store with varying attitudes, and it would send her stumbling back. no, france was no longer an option. her safe haven was gone.

ㅤand so she'd taken what was left of her family's money and fled to america, checked herself into a facility to try and work through this trauma that hung above her head like a freshly sharpened blade. she could come and go as she pleased during the daytime, and had begun frequenting shops and bistros to pass the hours, try to acclimate herself to being around people and crowds. she doesn't count on being approached, and her reaction is nothing short of anxious shock.

ANGER.      jaw clenching,       hands balling into fists,       teeth grinding,       yelling,       going nonverbal,       stuttering speech,      rushed speech,      slow concise speech,       rambling,      quiet,       arms crossing,       shaking head,       tearing up,       animated,      expressionless,       projects,     internalizes,       vents,       withdraws,       passive aggressive,       direct,       physical outbursts,       verbal outbursts. 

JOY.       easy smiles,       fighting back grins,       suppressed laughter,       loud laughter,       giggles,       chuckling,       smirks,       whole body laughs,       covers mouth when laughing,       throws head back when laughing,       slaps leg,       touches people around them when laughing,       looks down when laughing,       looks for eye contact when laughing,       sparkling eyes,       bubbly happiness,       quiet subtle happiness,      obnoxious happiness,       wants to spread joy,       quietly savors joy. 

SADNESS / CRYING.       bottling it up,       seeks distractions,       wallows,       meditates & processes,       avoidance,       seeks out comfort,       withdraws,       talks it out,       internalizes it,       sad smiles,       depression naps,       uses alcohol,       uses drugs,       seeks out sources of joy,       fidgets with sentimental item,       sits in silence,       broods,       gets moody,       wants someone to share the misery,       tries to hide negative emotions,       nurtures others to make themselves feel better. 

EMBARRASSMENT.       shame,       blushing,       looking away,       rubbing at back of head,       covering face,       laughing nervously,       laughs it off,       overthinks,       lets it go,       self-deprecating humor,       deflects,       gets irritated,       smiles,       withdraws,       crossing arms over stomach,       crossing arms over chest,       hands in pockets,       shoulders sinking,       shrugs,       falling into silence until comfortable again,       talking a lot to compensate. 

GUILT.       avoiding eye contact,       shoulders sinking low,       head hanging down,       crying,       chest aches,       lashes out,       internalizes,       apologizes,       deflects,      communicates,       withdraws,       grand gestures for forgiveness,       accepts fault easily,       punishes themselves,       martyrdom,       victim complex,       over-active guilt complex,       healthy conscience,       internalizes even after forgiveness,       seeking redemption,       moves on easily,       denial,       lack of guilt/conscience,       sorry they got caught more than caused harm,       can’t handle knowing they hurt others. 

ㅤlately, however, the additional stress of the 88's newest member — the young and impulsive gogo — has been causing her to lose sleep. she's witnessed firsthand the carnage this girl is capable of, the ease and nonchalance ( even glee? ) with which she claims lives. it is not reflective of how o-ren runs her empire, and should it prove a liability to her mistress' safety, neither is it something sofie can abide.

@myblogscene : i know how this sounds. but i didn't kill them.

ㅤshe stands now at the scene in question, wide, dark eyes taking in the lifeless, bloodied bodies before her, strewn across the room in a mess of blood and intestines. the back of one slender hand quickly rises to her mouth as her stomach lurches in protest, eyelashes fluttering. she has no desire to open her eyes again, yet she knows she must. with a deep breath, she studies the bodies, the way each of them fell, the blood staining gogo's perfect white sneakers.

ㅤdoes she believe gogo's innocence? not necessarily. but it's not a question of whether or not she believes it ; her clients expect a fair trial and stalwart representation, and she can't offer that if she's doubting them at every turn. " i see, " she finally says, trying to wrangle some semblance of control of the slight waver in her tone. " has anyone seen you here? were there any witnesses? you'll need to dispose of those shoes ... an incinerator, perhaps ... "

ㅤshe's seated on a fallen tree, trying to catch her breath and settle the nervous rocking that often soothes her, when a branch snaps behind her and sends a jolt of panic through her chest ... only, upon whirling around, it's just clea, looking nonchalant as ever.

@studiodrafts : you really shouldn't be out on a night like this.

ㅤ petty as it may be, she pointedly turns from the other girl, lean shoulders elevated almost defensively — as though she may somehow preemptively protect herself from yet another round of clea's tactless teasing, playful jabs taken too far. the cold night air nips at the upturn of her slender nose, arms folding around her midriff in what could be perceived as an uncharacteristic display of stubbornness ... in reality, she's just cold. eventually, the silence proves too much for her to bear ( too deeply steeped in courtly manners, she finds her lack of reply terribly impolite ) and gives a small huff of resignation.