viva_vegas_grls (viva_vegas_grls) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-08-01 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen morrison, ~gypsie zollerman |
When Slayer Meets Slayer
Who: Gypsie and Gwen
Where: Streets of Vegas
When: Sunday Night - August 1
It was another night out on the streets of the City of Sin patrolling and Gypsie, decked out in her usual night time attire of a black hoodie and pair of black denim, was starting to become bored with all things Slayer as the night was moving along slowly for the teen. Thus far she hadn't found anything with an unbeating heart trying to feast on an innocent she could dust. There was one spark of light though, Gypsie hadn't had another run in with Cliff. He seemed to know a bit more about her kind then the everyday person, but Gypsie had gone stubborn in not wanting to learn just how much it was he knew about Slayers and the supernatural.
"Oh my god... Please! Don't h-hurt me!" Came a terrified (if slightly... silly-sounding?) voice from a nearby alley. Oh for gods sake... Gwen was playing possum, luring a vamp to his imminent demise. She was dressed like she'd be some "woman of the night", in a black miniskirt, fishnets, black boots, and a barely-there silver tube-top. Yeah... She was certainly dressed to be bait.
The sound of a woman in distress caught Gypsie's immediate attention and had the teen pounding pavement in the direction of the open alleyway. And once she reached it the dark haired Slayer didn't hesitate in reacting to the situation. One second she was in the mouth of the alleyway, the next Gyspie was launching herself at the young woman's apparent assailant with wooden stake clenched within her fingers.
"Well. Fuck ME..." Gwen muttered as her little plan was thoroughly destroyed by this other girl. Ah well. As long as the vamp got dusted, right? As he turned to brace for the girl leaping at him, Gwen staked him from behind, grinning. "Surprise, dumb-ass." She laughed as he turned to dust before their eyes. She then looked to her would-be savior, and smirked. "Well damn. Considering I was briefed on all the girls we got out here so far, and you aint lookin' all that familiar, I'm gonna guess you're the gal Wesley's been lookin' for."
Gypsie growled profanities when she hit not the solid form of an undead creature with the intent of driving a stake through it's unbeating heart, but rather pure air and open space. "What the fuck." Grumbling as she hit solid ground before rolling over to look up at Gwen.
"Stupid bitch." Gypsie hissed at Gwen as she pulled herself back up to her feet. "You could have ended up staking me as well." Not that it had been a possibility as it was slowly sinking in that the girl in front of her was also a Slayer. An assessment made from her handling of the vamp and what she had just said. Gypsie was just pissed because she had misread the whole situation. Something that didn't happen all that often with her.
Ah, the surest sign that Gwen really WAS growing up. Just a year ago? That reaction would have led almost immediately to a huge brawl. Now? Gwen just smirked at the girl, and shook her head.
"Cool yer jets, Oh Calm One..." She laughed, twirling her stake in her head like a gunslinger. "We're on the same side. Sorry you got the wrong idea... I didn't know there was anyone else here. I was just trying to... well... do what I just did. Thanks for the assist, though. Got a name, babe?"
"Only side I'm on is my own." Gypsie grumbled out as she shoved her stake back into the pocket of her hoodie. The girl wasn't one who played all that well with others, and Gypsie made no attempt in trying to conceal that fact. "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this little run in to that Wyndam-Price guy." The dark haired Slayer purposely neglecting to offer her name to her fellow Slayer.
"Oh. Right. That's gonna happen." Gwen snorted in response to the 'seeing her' part. "As far as 'your own side'? Dude, screw that noise, ok? You stick to that shit, and you're gonna end up in one of two situations: crazy or dead. So stop trying to be Mrs. McBadass here and just let me help you, ok?"
Was it a pep-talk, exactly? No... but it WAS Gwen. What the hell were you expecting, seriously?
"For fuck's sake, girl...ain't nobody tryin' to hurt you here. We just wanna help you before you go all crazy and fuckin' stab people like a girl in a similar situation back in LA."
"I've done just fine on my own." Gypsie informed Gwen before moving to stalk out of the alley. "And there ain't no chance of that happening." The teen said in regards to the 'ain't nobody trying to hurt her' bit. "No attachments. No chance of anyone getting hurt." The only one she had to concern herself with was Joey. And that was just fine and dandy with her.
"Oh my GOD, do you have any idea how trite and Early Han Solo that sounds? Dude. Seriously. Even Han had Chewie, and then later he totally embraced the Alliance. And while I'm making myself sound like the lamest asshole in recent history, I'm trying to get the hang of being a leader, so shut the fuck up."
Yeah, Gwen. Great leadership skills here.
"Anyway, look. I promise you, give us a chance, and I'll work with you. Give you anything you need. Ok, anything but money, because I'm drowning in fucking debt."
"That's some sales pitch." Gypsie commented with a roll of her eyes as she glanced back to Gwen. "But I'm not exactly buying it. Cause, really. I doubt you or your little band of Merry Men have anything I'm needing." It would take a considerable amount of further talking on Gwen's behalf to even get Gypsie to consider joining the Vegas League of Slayers.
"I hope you ain't expecting me to beg. Cuz I don't do that shit." Gwen set her hands at her hips, and sighed. "Wouldn't you like to know more about what you are? What you can do? Wouldn't you like to be able to know for a FACT that you know how to use your abilities in ways that won't result in people you love getting hurt or killed? Because without the right training... that's what's gonna happen. Maybe not on purpose... but people will get HURT. Or worse."
"That already happened and I ain't about to go through all that hurt and pain again. So your invitation to join your League of Slayers is being graciously declined." She'd been doing just fine on her own and her fellow Slayer wasn't offering anything she didn't already have or needed at the moment.
"Just remember, babe. You fuck up? You go all evil or crazy? And we're gonna have to take you down. Ain't saying we'll WANT to... but we'll HAVE to. And by 'we'... I mean 'me'."
Gwen wasn't threatening... merely stating a point.
"So... if yer not gonna join us... be careful, ok? Find SOMETHING that keeps you anchored to your sanity. Find ways to make sure nobody innocent gets hurt. Because I don't WANT to have to fight you."
"And I don't take to kindly to be threatened." Gypsie lashed back. Not that she was completely taking Gwen's words as such, the teen was just stating a point to the one voiced to her. "You have a good night." Gypsie ended with a curt nod before she swiveled on her feet to leave the alley and step onto the street where she blended in with the small crowd of people still wandering about at that hour of the night.
"Yeah. See you soon, kid."
Gwen mumbled, more of a promise than anything. As the leader around here... she knew she'd have to keep an eye on this one. Last thing they needed was another Candi situation here.