There is nothing else I can truly say.... Who: Violet & Ethan (NPC) Where: In the arena, then outside of it. When: Friday Night, April 3rd What: Violet wins her fight with one shot and then Ethan decides to tell her she's in the tournament and he expects probably more than she can deliver.
She won. She cheated like all hell, but no one got points for fair at Revolve. It was use what you had and make that stretch as far as you could. Violet distinctly hated using her powers to debilitate a person, but when they were already down and really just looking for things to be over as soon as possible, it didn't hurt so much to do it. It could be considered a mercy. Violet simply found it easier not to consider it at all.
Yellow block might have been the one above Blue, but there wasn't a terribly lot of difference from one side of the line to the other when you got right down to it. Violet would probably be eligible for Yellow at some point in the future, if she kept it up. After the rumors, ostensibly true, of Blue Blockers being essentially feed to the Island's pet monster, Violet resolved not to end up on the menu. Simple as that. There was no way she intended to die at the hands of some creature she had no chance in hell against.
It was in her nature to talk. In her nature to connect, but that usually only lasted a few minutes in the ring. Once she opened herself up to the blood lust of the crowd, any real attempt at conversation was null. Not such a bad thing since getting close to people was a horrible way to get your heart broken. Getting her heart broken was not something Violet was so into that she kept opening herself up to it. Besides, she already had two open wounds still weeping emotional blood. Mason looked like Tracy and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know if it was just some freaked out thing in her head. Then there was the mess with Wild Child left open enough to make her crazy.
However, when she opened the door to her abilities, she caught something coming off her opponent which almost hurt her heart again. They had given up. Completely and totally. They were going through the motions. Waiting to die. Such a sad thing. Hard enough to make even someone hard-bitten cry. Violet was not in the mood to cry. So she turned around and turned it back on her opponent, pushing it down on them until it felt as if they couldn't even breathe. They were the ones who wept.
One uppercut later and she'd laid him out in the arena. "I'm so sorry," was really all she had to say about it. Then she turned around and walked away.
"You simply continue to disappoint me," Ethan, his teeth ground into an expression of dissatisfaction, met her at the door.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne," Violet even managed to make herself smile at the pompous ass. "And how have I managed to disappoint you today?"
"A show, Princess, they pay for a show. And you just couldn't give it to them." Violet stopped, crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the wall. He obviously had something he intended to get off his chest and she while she was tired of having to listen to him, getting hit in the legs or being made unable to breathe were things she would rather avoid. After all, Ethan talking meant he wasn't going to do something horrible to her. "Why do you constantly have to work against me?"
"Losing money, Mr. Wayne," she asked mildly. "I know you're not losing money on me, so where are you pouring it? Cards? Booze? Women?"
He made a grumpy sound and she just shrugged. "Doesn't much matter, does it, Boss? In the end, I'm here to make you look good."
"Yes, you are, and you have a berth in the tournament tomorrow. I thought you should know." The shit eating grin on his face made her clench her fists and almost throw a punch in his direction. "Don't make faces at me, Princess, or I'll have to help you remember how to smile again."
Violet cracked a pained grin in his direction, her eyes cut and angry. Today had been easy. Extremely easy when it came right down to it, tomorrow was probably not going to work out that well. "Now," he moved up close enough to breathe in her face. "How about we discuss a few other things?"
"You've got me running in the tournament tomorrow, I should probably be off to bed like a good little girl. Wouldn't wanna fuck up my performance, would I?" Anything she could get away with was a good thing. At this point, all she really wanted was knock him into next week and then stomp him to oblivion. Unfortunately, that wasn't about to happen. So she was stuck having to deal with him and his madness.
"I suppose," he pulled away and she tried not to breathe an audible sigh of relief. "Do try not to embarrass me, Violet," he favored her with another look and she flinched. That was not a good look at all and the feelings behind it were worse, so much worse than anything she'd felt roll of that smug bastard before. "I'm rather tired of being disappointed." With that, the awareness of his dissatisfaction and something far worse lurking underneath words barely spoken, Ethan walked away. Without even touching her, he'd robbed her of the right to breathe and she was terrified of what his words could possibly mean.