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The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes ([info]notsoshy) wrote in [info]athinblackline,
@ 2009-04-10 00:57:00

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Bring On the Noise
Who: Violet OT D & anyone else on Blue Block
When: around 2:30 in the morning Friday
Where: Blue Block
What: Apparently the entire island is experiencing a massive technical difficulty. Time to have some fun.

Violet was generally considered herself hard to surprise. However, when her door suddenly decided all by itself to unlock and open, she found herself sitting in her desk chair looking at it with surprised eyes. Then they turned to suspicious. Extremely suspicious.

"What the fuck?" The guard had only just locked her in. She was allowed to come in late due to her work at the bar, so she had only just gotten back to the block. Now the door was open as if someone had opened it. Getting up, she went to see what the hell was going on. By the time she got to sticking her head out the door, there was some fool running madly down the hall screaming his head off. She pulled her head back in just in time to miss him almost running into her face and then turned to watch him go. The guards were down at the end of the hall, one of them frantically clicking the button, an action that should have dropped Mr. Happy in his tracks. However, he was still running and screaming. No electro-shock therapy. Well, that was unexpected. He barreled right into the guards, a flail of arms and legs before managing to get back up and keep running out of sight. Others, drawn by the noise undoubtedly, were looking up and down the hall in an attempt to make heads or tails of the situation.

A guard appeared at the end of the hall with a bullhorn: "RETURN TO YOUR ROOMS NOW. USE OF FORCE HAS BEEN AUTHORIZED." Apparently, most of them took that as a cue to go berserk. Violet dipped back into her room, pulled out a cigarette and very calmly lit it. Then she picked up a couple of things and moved down the hall to D's room. People were running around her, a couple tried to knock her over, so she stood her ground and they eventually went around as well. At D's she slipped in and leaned against the wall.

"Hey D, you awake?" It was 2:30 in the morning, he shouldn't have been awake, but there was a chance. She started to light up in order to push away the darkness around her. Just a simple calm light to make it easier to see in the dark.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-10 04:35 pm UTC (link)
Of course Dietre was awake. Sleep brought a plague of dreams that he preferred to avoid. These late night, early morning hours were usually spent writing sheet music from memory, a little book light clipped to the edge of the pad. His brain didn't work so well for reading until later on in the day, he tended to forget plots and reread the same page over and over if he tried to open a book before 10 am. Drawing tiny little notes was easier on him.

The sound of the metal lock turning interrupted his music writing meditation and he glanced up in time to see the door swing open. It gave him pause, he blinked, expecting a guard to enter, but no one did. After a moment, when nothing more happened, he dismissed the door opening as a minor irritation and went back to his writing.

He figured the door opening was a simple little mistake that would soon be fixed, nothing to concern himself with. In fact, he forgot all about it in a minute or two. It was a surprise to hear Violet's voice from the door way, but still, he remained strangely unaffected. He was distracted, he had gotten to his favorite part of Pachelbel's Canon and as he wrote, he could hear it in his head as if he were playing it. He glanced up briefly at Violet's purple glow, his voice a calm, uninterested drawl.

"Hello, Violet. ...Are you able to shut the door? Things have been getting a bit noisy. ...How annoying."

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-11 08:51 am UTC (link)
She was taken aback by his lack of interest in the goings on, but that just made her shrug. "Door's broke. They all are. Collars too." Taking her cigarette out of her mouth, she intentionally blew a smoke ring. "Come on. It's time for a field trip."

Yes, she fully intended to make use of this time in which not only could they not really get them back into their cells, they certainly couldn't keep them there. After all, the doors were broken. Their system of controls was faltering. Now sounded like a great time to go thump some skulls and remind them of why they had put a system of controls in place to start with.

"Let's go play in the dark."

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-11 05:20 pm UTC (link)
Dietre' didn't get it. So there was a glitch in the system. That didn't mean anything. Why would anyone want to go running about going mad just because they could? They would only get into trouble when everything was back to normal. Did anyone honestly believe that they could escape? This was an island, after all.

"..Unless one of your powers is the ability to walk on water, I don't believe you'll get very far for your field trip, frauline." He wanted to talk Violet out of doing anything rash. He didn't want her to have to suffer for this later at the hands of the guards and higher ups. But looking at her, he could see she was completely serious. She couldn't wait to get out there.

And he couldn't let her go alone. It wasn't just panicking guards he was worried about. From what he had heard, not all the mutants here were good people caught up in a bad situation. Some really liked the fighting. Real, true killers, all set free, able to do whatever they wanted. Violet was a beautiful woman, and terrible things can happen to beautiful women, no matter how tough they could be.

"....You're going to go anyway, aren't you?" Not really a question, more like a statement.

He sighed, stood, and slipped on his shoes. He still had the slightest limp from where Anole's spike had pierced his foot, but it was easy to ignore. Klavier materialized beside him, the ever present lupine.

"Alright then, Violet." He would go with her, protect her. He would do all that he could until the time came when they were captured again. He had absolutely no doubt that they would be.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-11 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Violet stood there and smoked, paying little attention to what he had to say about the whole thing. She wished to go and do something other than sitting in her cell despite the fact that lockdown had been called. Granted, no one could really enforce lockdown. The only reason that things worked as well as they did on the island was because of the collars and the drugs. As long as they could keep some form of control in place, a small police force (arguably small) could keep a much larger population under wraps. It was much the same in any prison in the world. The guards were outnumbered 10 to 1 in most prisons, but they had the firepower so they had the control. By removing some of the powers of the more destructive mutants, they could do a lot. Then of course there was keeping those who were truly murderous in solitary.

"Yeah, I would rather go have a nightcap in the bar than sit around waiting for these asswipes to get their act together." It didn't bother her that she was going to get in trouble. In truth, she was going to get in trouble anyway regardless of what she did just because Ethan's life would be disrupted by the things that went on. He punished any such infraction on his time by taking it out on her. So she might as well get some enjoyment out of it while she could.

He had obviously decided to go with her, which made her happy. "You want a cigarette?" She'd offer him one.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-11 08:54 pm UTC (link)
Dietre ran his hands through his hair, half a gesture of his weariness, half an attempt to ensure it wasn't too much of a mess. He moved to stand beside Violet, leaning forward to take a peek at what was going on out in the hall. He could hear a guard yelling from somewhere around a corner, but couldn't see what was going on. His lips curved into a brief, disapproving frown, still unable to understand Violet's need to wander around at a time like this.

He wrinkled his nose at the cigarette offer, the expression making him seem awfully young. "No thank you." Smoking was not his thing. D stepped forward then, inching out of his room, an eye out for possible trouble. Klavier doubled in size once he was through the door, unrealistically huge for a wolf, now he was more the size of a large male lion. Its fur rose, spiky hackles, teeth exposed in a fierce snarl. Slim little Dietre was not threatening on his own, but the wolf at his side would give people pause before they tried anything funny. D was making a show of it to avoid trouble.

"...You really want to go drinking?"

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-11 09:22 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, darling, do come along," Violet really had no problem whatsoever with wading out into the madness. It was like being party to a rave. Everyone was moving around, random flashes of noise and light, it was just like being at a party. Including having the cops come to shut the whole thing down. How else did one explain the guards running around in riot gear?

She took a hold of his sleeve and proceeded to go where she intended to go, outright ignoring those who screamed for them to orderly return to their cells. Since they weren't making any concentrated effort to hurt anyone, the pair was largely ignored in favor of those who were more aggressive. It made slipping out of the block easy enough, even with the world's biggest guard dog holding close by.

The common area was awash with bodies. Violet paid them no attention, keeping a tight grip on D's sleeve. He was going to come with her anyway, but she didn't want them to get separated by those who were running in every possible direction. "I really should consider getting a collar key," she mused aloud and just kept walking.

She didn't seem to be the least bit perturbed by the madness. Then again, Violet was generally calm in the face of the oddest things. "What's the name on your puppy again?" The fact his puppy was currently big enough to eat a full grown person in a few mouthfuls didn't disqualify him from being a puppy in her opinion. It just made him a really big puppy.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-12 09:47 am UTC (link)
It was a little more wild out there than he had anticipated. The one wolf became two, one next to him, one next to Violet. Anyone who stumbled too close got snapped at, though the wolves weren't anything more than holograms at the moment. Other people didn't know that, so those who took notice of D's little pack made sure to steer clear.

D was quite content to let Violet pull him about by the arm, not minding the invasion of his personal space for once. The closer Violet was, the easier he could protect her. He was far from his usual submissive state of mind, maybe Violet would notice. He was at the ready, nostrils flared defiantly at those who even glanced their way. The madness in the common area kept him alert, and there were a few poor souls who ended up shoved aside by the wolves, deemed too close for Dietre's comfort, and therefore threats to his friend.

"A collar key? ...How would a mutant get one of those?" He had to make an effort to speak over the din, not used to speaking above his usual husky half whisper. He was distracted, only half listening to Violet, too into watch dog mode to pay real attention.

"..Klavier."

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-12 10:40 am UTC (link)
"By borrowing one off someone who does," to her this was a perfectly natural thing to do. After all, why should they wear dysfunctional appartus meant to keep them under control? It would make them harder to round up later, but not by much. Sheer numbers destroyed any chance of actually defeating the guard. However, to say Violet wouldn't play up due to a certainty of loss would be incorrect. Violet made trouble so long as there was trouble to make.

It was also extremely obvious the idea of stealing didn't cause her too much pause either.

They weren't the only ones who decided it would be more fun to be in the bar than to be locked up on the block. "He's a cute puppy," she didn't try to pet him, she wasn't afraid to, but just didn't need to. How on earth she could consider a man eater cute, one could only guess.

There were several others who were raiding the bar for bottles, several smashed across the floor. Someone had overturned one of the three pool tables. The place wasn't a complete mess, but it certainly showed signs of the madness reigning outside of its doors. Her first cigarette was down to the filter and she stubbed it out in the ashtray on the counter. Thankfully, it was less loud inside the bar building. "Anything in particular you want, doll?"

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-12 07:43 pm UTC (link)
" 'Borrowing.' " As if anyone hadn't noticed by now, Dietre had a bad habit of repeating things other people said. Usually in question, sometimes it seemed to be he was just trying to get the words to stick in his mind and make sense.

His eyes swept the bar, it was indeed quieter in here than outside, and there weren't any guards. D figured they were focusing on main, high traffic areas where the possibility of carnage was more likely. He stepped over the smashed bottles and strewn about billiard balls delicately, sitting himself at a stool with a subtle above-it-all grace. With a sweep of his arm he cleared the bar counter before him of signs of previous use, letting a few shot glasses and an unfinished martini fall to the floor and shatter.

"Is he?" He hadn't been going for 'cute'. More...regal and confident. He wanted to be taken seriously, but he couldn't tell if Violet was just saying things or if she really meant the wolf was cute. Speaking of, it was back to one again. No need for two oversized guard dogs in this place.

"...Wine would be nice." He paused and watched her put her cigarette out. For some reason he couldn't keep himself from giving a little fretful advice.

"I would be careful of smoking in here now. There is quite a bit of alcohol spilled about. ...One could start a fire." Oh, D, such a worrywart.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-12 08:03 pm UTC (link)
Violet didn't mind D echoing her if only because some of the things she said were certainly difficult enough to deal with the first reaction should be skepticism. Of course, borrowing a key meant getting it off one of the guards and that would be distinctly difficult unless she went looking for someone who had been knocked out or killed by another mutant outside of the bar. Violet didn't so much care what was going on.

The woman herself was still in heels and she picked her way through the strewn glass with easy steps. "Yes, he's quite cute," Violet considered almost anything with fur to be more cute than fearsome. Probably because she had never been attacked by an animal to learn to be afraid of such things. "So wine," she flipped up the section of the bar necessary to get into the back. "White or red?"

His advice about her not smoking in a room soaking in alcohol made her smile at him, blow him a kiss, and say, "Yes, Daddy darling." Then she proceeded to light herself another cigarette. She wasn't completely picking on him, just being her usual not quite serious self. She pulled a bottle of vodka out and put it on the counter, her poison of choice.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-13 04:26 pm UTC (link)
Really? Cute? Dietre and his wolf turned to look at each other, their expressions both doubtful. Their movements often mirrored each other, and when one thought about it, it wasn't that surprising. Dietre controlled the wolf with his mind, after all. The wolf was merely...a reflection of himself.

"Red, please. Thank you." Even at a time like this, Dietre maintained his manners. He flushed red at Violet's teasing 'Daddy darling' comment, getting all flustered and awkward in his embarrassment. It seemed to be his reaction to any sort of flirtatiousness aimed in his direction, wether it was serious or playful, and wether if he was attracted to the person or not. He grew childishly sulky, peering down at his tie (yes he was wearing a tie at three in the morning) while he fiddled with it.

"...I'm only trying to look out for your well being, Violet.." His voice a mumble, but then he straightened, head canting in thought. He went quiet then, obviously mulling something over as Violet got them their drinks.

Finally he spoke, calm, as if he were just mentioning he was going to the corner store and thought Violet might want him to pick her up something as an after thought.

"..Do you think your owner is on the island? I could kill him for you, if you'd like."

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-13 05:32 pm UTC (link)
The fact he got flustered at her teasing only made her want to tease him more. He needed to have his feathers ruffled in her opinion. And she was just the kind of person who could do it. Then again, Violet ruffled all kinds of peoples' feathers from a space of relative safety. It was generally pretty hard to ruffle hers. A little too calm for some, definitely.

The woman in the middle of getting his bottle of wine when he casually mentioned killing Ethan Wayne. It didn't scare her, but it did surprise her. The bruise to her face was pretty well gone. Not that there needed to be any physical evidence of the fact Mr. Wayne abused her. He had the smug air of one who knew they were getting away with something no normal person would have ever condoned. Yet now she was thinking about when had D even seen the man to know who he was. Mr. Wayne had come to collect her the day she hung out with D and Victor, so there was an obvious chance. That alone was probably enough to tip the scales against the man.

"No," she brought the wine bottle to the counter and found an unbroken glass. "Don't get yourself into trouble on my account." No matter how much of a son of bitch Ethan was to her, she would not ask anyone else to fix her problems. Even if she was occasionally terrified of the man. He could get a look in his eyes capable of freezing her blood, it usually immediately preceeded him seeing if he could make her beg him to stop. Violet refused to beg him for anything. Better to surrender to unconsciousness than to allow him to have that satisfaction in her opinion. It took her a moment to uncork the bottle and pour him his glass.

She tapped her cigarette out into the ashtray, careful to keep from starting a fire as D had previously suggested. "'preciate the offer though."

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-14 04:33 pm UTC (link)
Though Dietre was not very good at reading people, he had seen enough of Ethan Wayne for a seed of hate towards the man to be planted. There was something about the way he had spoken to Violet that reminded Dietre of his father. Though Henrich Abendroth had never laid hand on him aside from one particularly memorable slap, it was easy for him to match him and Ethan together. They were cut from the same cloth, only Dietre's father was too dignified to engage in violence himself. He got other people to do the dirty work for him.

"..I don't mind trouble." He reached for his glass, drinking half of it with a surprising quickness, yet he never lost a bit of grace. "If you ever rethink your decision, I would be glad to do it."

He peered at her over his glass, eyes somber and serious. He knew it was silly to be making offers to kill people for her, and he knew where this protective streak came from, but he couldn't seem to help himself. No matter how much he helped Violet, time would not turn back, he would always be too late to help his mother. Always.

"I feel as though I do nothing for you." He sighed and finished his wine. If he kept drinking at that rate, he'd be drunk in no time. "...I just want to...to.." He couldn't think of what he wanted. To justify his existence to her, maybe?

"I suppose I really don't know a thing about friendship."

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-14 05:28 pm UTC (link)
Violet hadn't really even bothered with a shot glass for herself. Instead, she simply drank out of the bottle. Others came running in, or rather running through as they didn't stay. Violet watched them go by without moving her head, just letting her eyes follow them across the room. She didn't care what they chose to do. So long as they didn't disturb her conversation, she was more than happy to let them go on by unremarked upon.

He was throwing back that wine pretty hard. An eyebrow raiser, but nothing more really. If he wanted to drink like a fish, who was she to say anything about it? After all, she drank a great deal.

"Sweetheart," yes, she insisted on calling him sweetie, sweetheart, darling, and handsome because she liked to. Besides, he seemed like he needed some affection shown his direction. "Friends help most by being around. You're keeping me from being lonesome." All said with a smile because to her, that was friendship in its simplest form. Friends were there for you. "You don't have to kill for me. Just be here with me and you've done everything you need to do for me."

Girl didn't want much. It didn't really take much in her mind.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-14 08:11 pm UTC (link)
Dietre poured himself another glass of wine. Some people, when they were nervous, ate. Others chained smoked. With D, if there was alcohol set before him, he drank. He wasn't an alcoholic, he could barely handle the stuff, it was just a weird kind of knee jerk reaction to social interaction combined with available booze. If he was alone with a bottle of wine, he probably wouldn't even open it.

He stared down at his rippling reflection in the dark liquid, hearing what Violet was saying but finding it hard to allow it to sink in. There was no reason why he shouldn't believe her, everything she said was the same for him. He liked her because she made him feel less alone, because she was kind to him, because she said things that made him think she actually cared about him. Those were the only things he wanted from her, and he was so glad to have them. For some reason his mind just fought the concept of being an equal. He still wanted to do more than just be here for her. He wanted to show his appreciation.

He just nodded in an attempt to make it look like he understood and was content with her answer. A change of conversation might be better.

"What do you think Victor is doing right now? He seems to be the sort who is smart enough to stay in his cell and not cause trouble. Unlike us."

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-14 08:28 pm UTC (link)
"If he's smart, he's snuggled up against Mason keeping the both of them out of trouble." Violet did not doubt Victor was a smart young man. The kind of young man who had the good sense to stay the hell out of this fray. Violet did not have that kind of good sense. She would rather be out where it was dangerous than in where it was safe. It was just in her nature to be that. She was not a safe person. Maybe it was a passive form of suicide. She refused to take her own life, so she put it out there for someone else to take it. Unfortunately, she just couldn't follow through with it. In the end, she fought back, every single time. She fought to keep her life, however worthless it might be.

She could feel that he wasn't prepared to let the conversation go, but she didn't push when it didn't have a good reason. They would talk about it all eventually. Friends did occasionally try to respect the boundaries others put up. Violet just happened to think a lot of those boundaries were a little unnecessary. She took a swig off her bottle without missing a beat, just content to have company. "Victor and Mason the only ones you've met so far?" D did not seem like the outgoing type who had made a lot of friends, but he'd been there long enough to learn a few more names, right?

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 08:28 am UTC (link)
Though Victor was his friend, D tended to stay quiet whenever the man's relationship with Mason was mentioned. It wasn't that he disapproved, in fact, he was maybe a little jealous that the two of them could be so happy. It was just...Dietre was uncomfortable with discussing homosexuality. Not due to any weird morality, and he never judged or thought badly of anyone who was open. For some reason, he was paranoid that other people would think him less of a man if he admitted to being gay. He knew his father would, and though he man was not only dead, but some one he hated more than anything, D still felt ashamed of himself whenever he thought of what his father would say or think about him. It was a hard thing to get over, just a few weeks ago the man was still alive and Dietre was living under his roof, after all.

"Yes. Pretty much. At least, those are the only names I remember..." He had met a woman briefly, who he suspected had spoken to him inside his head, but he wasn't sure. The encounter was quite short, and he had been distracted by a tiger on the loose. But, yes, Mason, Vic and Violet were the only people he had officially met and had any sort of conversation with.

"..Mason didn't appear very friendly. I think I could be satisfied with you and Victor..." He drank more of his wine, the alcohol already bringing a faint, warm flush to his cheeks.

"Two friends is two friends more than I've ever had in my life." Did he really need to meet anyone else, yet?

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 09:10 am UTC (link)
That little gnawing edge of shame was something she kept feeling. The fact it seemed to come up whenever she brought up Victor and Mason made it seem as if there was something about the relationship that made him ashamed. Why one should be ashamed of a relationship of a friend, she didn't know, though she could make a few quick assumptions about it. Considering what she already knew about D, it wasn't hard to come up with the most likely answer.

"Okay," the fact he had only two friends now and those two friends were more than he'd ever had before made her a little surprised. However, Violet took it as another thing she could help with. "Mason's a bit prickly, but if he can warm up to me then I'm pretty sure he can probably warm up to you to." Her first run in with Mason had been in the tournament and they'd gone at it like one of them was going to die at the end of it. Which nearly happened. Violet nearly succeeded in killing Mason.

"So we got you two friends, now we need to get you a boyfriend. I'm sure Vic can probably help us find a few availables." Yes, she was going to run roughshod over his delicate sensibilities because Violet really thought those who were really delicate were only that way because nothing had ever made them any tougher.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 10:52 am UTC (link)
He gave a nod to Violet's suggestion to give Mason more time. He must be alright if someone like Vic loved him, but they seemed so different. Dietre couldn't quite picture a man who looked like Mason being tender. He resigned himself to being confused about all of it for while, he just wasn't going to figure it out any time soon.

Violet's next topic was brought up at a bad time. Dietre was taking another sip of wine when the word 'boyfriend' was thrown out there right when he was about to swallow. He coughed, a choking sound escaping his throat before it closed up, half of his mouthful of wine getting sputtered back into his glass. He clamped a hand over his mouth to hold back a coughing fit, eyes squeezed shut against the burn of wine in his sinuses. And, of course, he went red. More so than Violet had seen him get before.

He set his glass down awkwardly, his hand still pressed fast over his lips. This was more than embarrassment. How did Violet know? Was he so obvious? Could everyone else see it too? Like some stamp on his forehead. It was no wonder his father had hated him, the man had probably seen it in him even as a child. His son was a failure before he had ever really gotten started. What could he do now? He couldn't deny it, Violet would know he was lying.

He opened his eyes first, giving his companion a worried, sidelong glance, the rest of his body still frozen. He had regain his composure, the threat of a coughing fit had passed, it was safe to put his hand down. He did, slowly, not saying a word as he reached out for his glass again to drink everything down with nervous speed.

Finally he spoke, his voice half defensive, half wavering and defeated.

"..Why do you think I need a boyfriend..?"

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 11:05 am UTC (link)
"Because you're lonely and sex tends to make most people feel good," yes, she found his reaction insanely funny. However, the spike in his emotions gave her a better idea what she was dealing with. "And as I get the distinct impression you're not into girls, a boyfriend makes the most sense. So since I've already managed to scare the shit out of you, moving on."

Conducted in an almost business-like fashion, except that she was smiling and probably would have leaned across the counter and kissed him just because she could. He was a sweet kid who so seriously needed someone to rub him the right way. Whether or not she was doing that for him was up for debate, but some people just needed to be shocked out of their little shells.

"You looking for top or bottom?" Not that he was really looking for anything. He seemed terrified of the very action of admitting to his sexual preferences. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be allowed to back out of this conversation. Violet was all for pushing boundaries for the good of others. She didn't his needs or wants to be bad. In fact, she thought it was healthy to have a sexual appetite, whether it be for boys or girls. She tended to get both when she could.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 11:20 am UTC (link)
Long gone was that mask like face D wore when they first met, now his emotions were written in his expression and as easily read as anyone else's. Maybe more so. Violet didn't even need her powers to figure him out now. His face worked itself into a sulky, childish, 'I've been caught red handed and I'm gonna pout about it' look. A guiltless little boy, upset only because he had been found out. If he had been speaking to anyone else, things might be different, he might have gone into a full panic of some sort. But Violet's gentle teasing allowed him to keep himself in check, it was okay to huff and be a little defensive. Violet wouldn't hate him over it. Being half drunk was really helping, too.

He mumbled something about not being scared as he poured himself yet another glass of wine. It was a lucky thing for him that Violet didn't wait until he was drinking again to ask her next question, or else there would have been another spit take. He spilled wine over the side of the glass as his arm jerked involuntarily, his head shooting up to stare at her, aghast, shocked at her boldness.

"What..?" Pure disbelief, but it was quickly followed by his usual embarrassment and a whole lot more blushing. He looked away, shaken, clumsily finding a nearby napkin to clean up the mess he made.

"I...I don't..." He could barely form a sentence. He scowled, knowing Violet had totally got him where she wanted him and there was nothing he could do about it. When he did answer the question, the words were spoken in a rush, all jumbled together.

"Ihaven'treallythoughtaboutit..." For him to be as embarrassed as he was, you know that he was lying.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 11:38 am UTC (link)
If she were completely honest, Violet would admit picking at D was fun. It was harmless and he really needed to be poked a little if only because he was way too comfortable in his little shell of self-denial. Violet didn't really like the idea of self-denial. For someone else to tell you that you couldn't have was sort of okay, if you cared enough about that person to let them do such a thing to you. Denial by another happened in relationships all the time. Otherwise, monogamy wouldn't have been even remotely possible. To keep yourself from doing something...only if it might be fatal. Beyond that, one should try it at least once.

She smoked while he tried to clean up the mess in a room which honestly was going to need a cleaning crew to fix. One little napkin wasn't going to do anything against the liquor all over the floor. Ashing her cigarette, she listened to him tell his little white lie and then blew a smoke ring in the direction of the ceiling.

"Liar," you could call your friends that without giving offense as long as it was true and he was lying through his perfect teeth. "You've thought about it. From the color you just turned, I bet you've thought about it a lot." There was no way someone turned the color of a tomato at such a question who wasn't trying to hide something. Violet was still all smiles because as far as she was concerned, despite the fact that she was making him horribly uncomfortable, this was still a good conversation for him. Violet was a people person and loneliness was something she hated with a passion. She refused to accept it for herself and refused to allow it for others. You have to connect to survive. Otherwise, what was left of you when you were gone? "Does Mr. Right take the time to get you out of all those clothes or is it too much for him to wait?"

She leaned forward, elbows on the counter, obviously interested in what kind of answer she would get to that question. If one was interested, it gave one a pretty good view down her bra, but present company was unlikely to notice.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 11:56 am UTC (link)
Yes, it was completely futile and pointless to clean off his spot on the counter when the rest of it was such a mess, but he needed to be doing something that allowed him to not look in Violet's direction. Not like he couldn't see her pleased smile in the reflection of the wine bottle. He bit at his lower lip, wondering what to do with the soggy napkin before eventually letting it fall behind the bar where it couldn't be seen.

"I have not." Oh, he was getting a bit snappish now. But it wasn't anything to worry about, he'd never hold a grudge against Violet for making him talk. He was just...behaving more like a normal person. And what number of glasses of wine was he on now? Four, maybe? In what, a half hour? Half of it hadn't even had the chance to hit him yet, he was going to regret all of this tomorrow. But the conversation simply called for it, he wouldn't be able to do this without being smashed.

Cue more shock as Violet just kept belting out these wild questions. "What are you even talking about? There hasn't been a Mr. Right...Gottfluch es!" Now she got him cursing in German. Speaking of, the more flustered he got, and the drunker he became, the stronger his accent. And, well, his voice began to reach a more normal volume, he wasn't whispering half of everything he said anymore.

Some fool chose this moment to come barging into the room, jumping over the bar top beside them and begin to fill their arms with various liquor bottles. They didn't pay any attention to D and Violet, but Dietre wasn't in the mood for interruptions.

"This is a private conversation." The boy snarled out the words, Klavier shifting to a humanoid form beside him, prompting grabbing the invader and hauling him back over the counter. The man cried out in protest, but Klavier soundlessly dragged him away, threw him out, and bolted the door behind him before dissolving into a formless black mass. It flowed back to D's side and a moment later it was a wolf again.

"...Where were we?" As if nothing had happened.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 12:12 pm UTC (link)
Now she really did laugh. This was fun. Even if she didn't understand a word he said as far as German was concerned. She understood a lot of curse words in a number of languages, but German was not one she got to hear all that often.

Watching the whole thing with the wolf, man, now wolf again made her confused if only a little. Things didn't do stuff like that around her, but it didn't dampen her mood in the least. She was having fun. Whether D understood that or not, she wasn't sure. But they were having a good time. Getting him away from his small castle made of books was good for him. "We were talking about your vision of Mr. Right, which you swear there isn't." Not one to miss a beat, Violet went right back to the portion of the conversation her companion seemed to think it was necessary to duck. "And the fact that you've thought about sex, but obviously you think there's something dirty there you don't wanna admit to."

Violet was bright and bold about a lot of things. It came with the territory of being a very often stared at object. People were going to stare at her, so she got over being upset about it. It helped her get over being upset about a lot of things. "And maybe we should talk about the fact that I really just wanna kiss you to see what it feels like." The statement wasn't calculated to get a reaction, just a statement of what was going on in her head, which D had been getting treated to since this conversation started.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 12:34 pm UTC (link)
Throwing out that man made Dietre feel a little better. It let him get a bit of aggression out, burn off some nervous energy. Despite being drunk, D hadn't been this mentally stimulated in a long time. He was awake, and reacting, and thinking, and feeling...He was being alive. Not some quiet little ghost boy, hovering in the edges of existence. And even though it was at his expense, he liked to hear Violet laugh. It pleased him to know that he could amuse her and make her happy. She had lost a lot, he didn't understand how she hadn't been crushed, but he wanted to do whatever he could to keep her spirits up. It was something like being in love, but purely platonic, of course.

"I don't pay close attention to men, so there is no 'vision of Mr. Right'." Yet. Kind of. Alright, so he was still lying shamelessly and there was no way Violet was going to believe him. There had been a man, once, that he found himself attracted to despite himself. One of his tutors a few years ago, who was younger than the others even though he was still twice Dietre's age. Forty years old, maybe, a darkly handsome type, serious, maybe a little broody looking. Even though Dietre looked forward to lessons with him and was eager to do well, he just got too distracted every time. His father had fired the man after a few months because his grades had dropped. Barely dropped, but his father demanded perfection.

"..Its not that I believe it is dirty.." He was trying to think of a way to explain himself when suddenly the conversation decided to take a crazy turn. His reaction to this new revelation was not as dramatic as the others, perhaps because there was something a little more serious about it. It was fine to argue about imaginary future boyfriends, but being told that some one wanted to kiss him was a little more real. He blushed again, of course, quietly stunned, and rather tongue tied.

"...What?"

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 12:47 pm UTC (link)
Violet hadn't been crushed because she truly believed that the only way to survive was to keep moving and make new connections. D might not know it, but he helped her get up every day. Him, Vic, Kyle, anyone who she could name helped her get by every single day. They made it bearable by their very existence. Even all the way at the bottom there was Ethan Wayne and Karl Gleeson. She hated them with a passion, but that passion kept her breathing. So long as she was still breathing, she had a chance of winning and in the long run, Violet wanted to win. She wanted to be able to spit in their faces and give them the finger for this bullshit. She wanted to hold the people she cared about and know she was still alive to feel their hearts. She created families where she went to make up for the first one she lost. Now she was making up for the second. No matter how much it hurt, she wasn't about to stop connecting, even though those same connections made her bleed.

He was lying about not knowing what kind of man he liked. Still lying, but she had gone on to something else because he'd get around to that at some point. Violet knew how she liked her men and truthfully D was a little feminine for her taste. Still good looking, but he looked like he should be a girl. Violet's behavior toward girls was generally more aggressive than her behavior toward boys, if only because it seemed to work better that way. Which might very well explain why she wasn't giving D a moment to breathe.

"I wanna kiss you," she repeated herself just because he seemed so totally stunned by it. "Just to do it." She shrugged like there was absolutely nothing wrong with this because in her mind, there wasn't.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 01:12 pm UTC (link)
D wasn't sure what kept him going, until he got to revolve, he had nothing to provide comfort, no sense of security, no one who cared a damn about him. He supposed it was a desire for revenge against anyone who might have had a hand in killing his mother, a thirst to make them pay that his father kept alive and used for his own selfish purposes. Once the truth was out and D made his father pay for his crime...everything in him went empty. He honestly couldn't remember anything after his father took his last breath. He had just been a zombie until Violet called him over in the cafeteria that day and lured him back to the world of the living.

The boy had some vague awareness of his looks. He knew he did not look bad at all, how could he when he looked so much like his mother? He was practically her twin, except in male form, and she had been beautiful, utterly. So Dietre could only assume that other people would see that same beauty in him, but for some reason he couldn't extend that thought into accepting that people could be attracted to him. A painting could be very beautiful but people generally did not want to kiss a painting, or....or have sex with a painting. They just appreciated its beauty and left it at that.

He found his voice again after a few awkward half starts, and he was back to being whisper quiet, playing with his tie and looking as bashful as possible.

"..I don't...I think...I wouldn't be a very good kisser.." He swallowed nervously. "...I haven't kissed anyone, you know.." Not at all surprising, given his reaction to anything to do with relationships.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 01:27 pm UTC (link)
Why did she always get the shy boys? Maybe it was just something about them that got her attention. They brought out the maternal feeling in her. She wanted to cuddle them and protect them, even if she did find them attractive. He went to playing with his tie and Violet did what she normally did when people went to doing little things like that in front of her; she reached out and grabbed his tie, all the way up at the top near the throat knot.

"Why don't we see?" She wasn't about to give him a chance to think about it. To say that Violet was one of those people who believed in the jump first, look later principle would be entirely accurate. She pulled him forward and closed the distance between them with the kind of spatial awareness that was only born of practice. He might have thought he was a bad kisser, but really...that was something else you really needed to practice at. And how were you gonna get practice if you didn't kiss people? In the mirror?

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 01:45 pm UTC (link)
Shy boys were just easier targets.

Poor Dietre, he never saw it coming. Violet snatched the tie away from his nervous fiddling, Dietre let it go with a blink, his hands still held up, holding only empty air. He was pulled close, half way out of his chair, too shocked to do anything more than be dragged along for the ride without a fight. It was his default reaction to a stronger personality, he had an obedient streak in him a mile wide, nothing seemed easier than to just let some one else take control.

Some part of his brain knew what was about to happen but didn't know what to do about it. He only had time for a short little gasp before the distance between them became nothing and their lips met. He really was just sort of frozen there while Violet did all the actual kissing, eyes shut and breath held. It actually wasn't a bad thing to experience, his first thoughts were of how soft her lips were and how warm. The only negative aspect that came to mind (aside from the fact that Violet was a woman) was the faint taste of cigarettes. Sorry, Violet.

There was a moment, before he pulled away, where his lips moved, pressing against Violet's in an innocent attempt to return the kiss. He wasn't able to put much distance between them as the girl still had his tie in her grip, but he got about an inch or two of clearance. Though he was blushing hard enough to give off a feverish heat, and his heart was beating in a worrisome panicked speed, he found himself able to speak.

It was a sigh first, then. "Well...At least now I am certain about my sexuality.." Could it be that he was teasing Violet? Maybe. Hell was probably a chilly place at the moment.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 01:56 pm UTC (link)
Violet tasted like cigarettes and alcohol. It was pretty much a default unless she'd been eating or brushed her teeth recently. Either way, she didn't worry about too much. Violet liked to kiss people. She also liked to stroke them and play games with them. Her need to touch people always won out in the end. He tasted like the wine he'd been throwing back. The boy had to have finished half a bottle all by himself. Pretty good for a lightweight.

"Oh good, I hate having to share with other women," he was teasing and she was happily going right along with it. She thought he was cute and would stand and fight for him if necessary. She'd also kick his ass all over the arena (or at least attempt to) if they ever ended up fighting with one another. So long as it wasn't a death match, she'd just have to make it up to him later.

She really let him go, returning to her drink of choice for the evening. "You need practice though, sweetie. Your technique is non-existent." The woman tipped back her bottle for a sip before grinding out what was left of her cigarette. "Which means we still have to find you someone to practice on. You sure you don't know what you want?"

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 06:44 pm UTC (link)
There might have been, for the briefest of moments, a glimmer of a smile on his face. His lips never actually curved, it was more of a light in his eyes. It faded, but Violet was sure to feel that his mood was pretty good. She had lured him away from his bad thoughts and he was just going with the flow.

When he released his tie, D immediately had to make an effort to fix it. Violet probably didn't care a thing about his state of dress, but he liked to be neat. He gave a little indignant huff as his technique was bad mouthed, his chin lifted haughtily.

"What do you expect? I told you I hadn't kissed anyone before." His tone was faintly petulant, but he wasn't really offended. He was worried if he tried to defend himself too much Violet might decide to plant another one on him. He hadn't disliked the kiss, he supposed it had been rather nice for a first, but he had a feeling of wrongness, like he had just kissed his sister or something.

He went back to his drinking and at first it seemed he was going to ignore Violet's wheedling for information. But after a short silence he blurted out, curtly, "Older."

"..Some one a bit older."

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 07:16 pm UTC (link)
That teeny-tiny bit of a smile was what Violet was going for. To pull him away from his books and his constant funk, she was having a good time and he was having one too. Hopefully, he'd find that it wasn't that hard to get out and have fun with people. Well, for the moment, it would probably just be her, but it didn't matter. So long as he realized there were things that made a person not feel alone. He didn't have to live in isolation and she wasn't about to let him.

She almost reached out and patted his cheek just to be patronizing when he got upset about being told he didn't kiss well. It felt so funny really. She'd just liplocked with a gay guy. There was something a girl didn't get to say every day. Was it worthy of a merit badge, probably not...but it was still fun to think about.

"Are we talking Sean Connery older or Mel Gibson older?" Sean Connery looked older but was still really hot. Mel Gibson didn't look as old as he really was. And damn if he wasn't hot too.

A soft click was the only sound heralding the return of collar function. Violet didn't know it had been an hour, nor did she truthfully care. Collar or no collar, it wasn't like she was really doing anything. However, if the collars were back on, the doors were probably back on as well. So they would start sweeping for stragglers soon. They could come and get her. She wasn't going to go rushing back.

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[info]dead_silent
2009-04-15 07:29 pm UTC (link)
It was nice, to feel young and almost normal. This was kind of a normal conversation, wasn't it? Nothing about death or murder or mutant powers...And good God was he drunk, he hadn't realized just how much until he knocked over his glass when reaching for it, and then, when he righted it, knocked it over again.

The way Dietre wrinkled his nose said everything for him on what he thought about the men Violet mentioned. "Those men are not attractive." Notice how he said they weren't attractive and not that they were too old. He breathed deeply, tilting his head in what was becoming his trademark 'I'm thinking' pose. He didn't know many actors, and really, he hadn't been lying when he told Violet that he didn't pay attention to people. He avoided thinking about men deliberately. He was in denial, remember?

"Thirty, perhaps?" He considered his decision a bit more, brow furrowed. "Not older than forty, I think." And how old was Dietre? Not even twenty! He might not have mentioned his father much to Violet, maybe not at all yet, but it didn't take much to take a stab and guess that the boy just might have daddy issues if he went for men that much older than him.

Oh, and D was simply far too drunk to notice the collars coming back to life, this conversation was too...engaging.

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[info]notsoshy
2009-04-15 08:06 pm UTC (link)
"Okay baby, I think you're done for tonight, cause I'm not carrying you back to the block." He was drunk enough to start fumbling. Besides, the next time he dropped that glass, it was probably going to end up in his lap and all over that shirt.

He wanted someone 30-40ish...that was probably doable, but he wasn't likely to get that with a mutant. Most of them didn't seem to live that long. The world of Revolve chewed them up and spit them out long before they reached that age. Unless they were like her and showed up late. No, she was not about to tell him that she was staring down the barrel of 40. That was really nobody's business. "And I'm guessing you'd like him to be a reader, if you could get it, an bookworm, maybe?" It was always good to share a hobby with another person. Besides, they were building an ideal, not worrying about real people at the moment. First they had to figure out what was on the list, then start looking for the people who fit it. Oh she was definitely going to have to have a pow-wow with Victor about their friend. It would give them something to do.

"Don't be surprised when someone unlocks the door. The security's back on, they'll start sweeping in a minute." Violet didn't know this for a fact, but it made perfect sense. First they needed to get everyone back on the block and in their cells so they could do a headcount. Just like prison. Only by getting everyone under wraps could you find out who was really missing.

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