Kimberly Williams

========== Off Camera ========== The sky of just an hour previously was too bright, garish around the brilliant clouds. The coldness of the bench under the moonlight feels right beneath worn denim, the remnants of a rain shower soaking in and beading the fading green paint to either side. At last the shrill cries of the daytime, the happiness presence of faces, or even the ability to appear indifferent has passed. Just the way Kimberly likes it. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Kimberly Williams is creeping ever so quietly across this park.   The bushes and trees were almost silhouettes, the blackest of greens. The path was the only pale thing stretching into the wooded gloom.   Then the wind died, the leaves ceased to rustle, even the rumble of traffic was absent. In those frozen seconds Kimberly could hear the crunch of dried twigs under boot, just enough to give her the location of her quarry. “Surprise!” Kimberly jumps over a bush and...

========== Off Camera ========== The alleyway was straight like a drinking straw and almost as narrow; this is a place Kimberly has frequented in the past several months, ever since she gained the clean bill of mental health from her psychiatrist.   This place, this alleyway, is a place of solitude where Kimberly Williams can stay to herself and fight the inner demons that wish to regain control, where she can fight the darkness and sociopathic urges that seek to regain control of her life. Kimberly used to joke that it wasn't a place to go walking after a big meal. The sounds of the roads on either side ricocheted from one side to the other and light from the unguarded apartment windows would reflect from the dark brick walls.   This is the underworld of any town: gloomy and unpleasant.   It is Boston’s underworld and that is why Kimberly appreciates this place so much; it represents who she used to be and who she is trying to tame. Taming the darknes...

========== Off Camera ========== “So how do I look?” That is the voice of Kimberly Williams, identical twin sister of SCW superstar Marie Annabelle Jones. Kimberly is in the living room of Marie’s Boston, Massachusetts home.   Attired in a full length maxi skirt, sandals, a floral print blouse, and a black leather jacket, Kimberly twirls around three-hundred-sixty degrees so that her boyfriend…or companion, as he prefers to call themselves…John Ortiz can see her.   John, sitting on the cream colored leather sofa looks up at her, sighs, and shakes his head with a look of utter disdain. “You look boring, dull, and drab.   You look like a pathetic little prude.” He remarks rather bluntly and rudely. “Excellent, I look like Marie then.” Kimberly and John’s relationship has evolved over time.   She met him at a bar and, thinking he was just another stranger whom she could drug and then mess around with, took him back to her place, but he turne...

========== Off Camera ========== Kimberly Williams has never been a normal person.   One would guess that her journey would be a unique one due to the fact that she was raised not by her own mother in a loving home but by a sociopath, off the radar, out in the middle of nowhere and away from any and all social interactions.   Only recently, in her late twenties, did the identical twin of Marie Annabelle Jones decide that she wanted some sense of normalcy.   But even ‘normal’ wouldn’t exactly be the kind of normal that society would expect.   Those close to her have gotten used to most of Kimberly’s unusual quirks.   It’s just a case of Kimberly being Kimberly, they say.   Even Marie herself has grown to accept that there are certain things about her twin sister that will never change.   Normal for Kimberly may not be true normalcy but it is as close to normal as The Woman Scorned will ever get. “He is bad news, Kim!” That doesn’t me...