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The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-04-16 15:40:00

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Who: Violet OT D
When: Night, April 16 (4/10 - 4/16)
Where: Blue Block; Violet's Cell
What: Ethan picked up Violet after the breakout and kept her for nearly a week.

Violet had enjoyed her night out with D. He was getting rather drunk, but at least he was having fun. Violet wanted him to have fun. For her, it was important for people to have fun with life. However, Ethan woke her up with his displeasure and her life started to slip at that point. She had no idea how many hours had passed since Ethan had awakened her by hitting her across the back with what she could only guess was a cane of some kind. He was a pyscho. Apparently, the entire island had gone totally mad. He was angry at the attempt. Violet had been able to figure out that much. Why he was angry at the attempt, she had yet to figure out.

Now that she was semi-awake, she breathed slowly keeping up the idea of sleep, and tried to figure out how many times she had passed out. She could smell blood, feel it crusted on her skin in places. Nothing was broken, at least not that she could immediately feel. Granted, she couldn't move very far. She was laid out in crucifixion position, strapped down to a table.

It was a careful motion to shift her head trying to listen and feel for Ethan. He wasn't in the room with her. She released her breath in a sigh of relief. The table was cold against her back. Odd because if she'd been lying on it for any length of time, it should have warmed under her body. So he had moved her at some point. Probably more than once. The sound of the door opening made her nearly hold her breath.

"I know you're awake," he sounded as he normally did, smugly sure of himself. "It hurts, doesn't it?" His fingers trailed along her face, down her neck, and onto her chest from where he stood just above her shoulder. "The ache in your muscles." Fingers trailed there way back upward, then along her face and into her hair. "You are constantly disappointing me." He stopped. "Constantly."

It wasn't her, it was his expectations. So she saw it anyway. "I'm going to transfer you to White," he said it as if there was nothing wrong with such an idea.

"No," the word popped out. Her body was her last stronghold, the only thing she had left. He wanted to take away the last thing she had left. The last thing she could still try to control.

"You will because I say you will," fingers went into her hair and gripped hair until all the pain in her body didn't equal the pain in her scalp. "BECAUSE I SAY SO, DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

Ethan Wayne had never dealt with a mutant this stubborn. Most of them, once they were faced with the fact that he could kill them at his leisure, gave up. They let their minds die as their body couldn't. Violet continued to fight him. Continued to try his patience. His voice thundered in her ears and she flinched away. It only increased her pain as his fingers dug in.

"No," she said it again. "You fucking coward. I won't." Despite the pain in her body, she pulled against her restraints, feeling her skin split and start to bleed again. "No." Violet would fight him, she would fight anyone who dared try to touch her. Ethan just smiled. He enjoyed her fear. Her pain. The fact that he could elicit these emotions in her.

"You will," now he was practically purring because he knew she was afraid. "You will because I say you will, Princess. Yes, yes, you will."

Ethan insured she was carried in bodily and dumped her on her bed. She woke up with that awareness still in her head. Along with the fact her head was ringing and her whole body was one tight net of pain. Her muscles kept wanting to lock as she tried to move. There were bandages, some of them seeping thanks to her restless motions as she sought to wake up. Her eyes were unfocused though they were open, pools of purple seeming far too wide in her face. She was lucky her eyes weren't bruised shut, but that didn't keep her from having a bruise running down the left side of her face.

Stretching, she tried to find out how bad it was. The spasm in her back said motion was not happening for the moment. It elicited an angry sound from her dry throat. Aware that she was probably radiating pain, Violet kept trying to move. She needed to move. She needed to get up and keep living. He was not going to take that away from her. Stubborn girl.

At least she was back in her own room. Back in her own room and hopefully she would be able to get back on her feet. But for the moment, she just wanted to curl up and forget about the world around her. Violet didn't know it had been almost a week. She couldn't remember when was the last time she had eaten. He had to have feed her at some point. Otherwise, she'd have died. 3 minutes without air. 3 days without water. 3 weeks without food. She'd heard someone say that once. Was it true? She didn't care to find out.

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dead_silent
2009-04-18 05:25 pm UTC (link)

It had been days since the break out, and quite a lot had happened. Hangovers, drug induced sleep, winning a fight, a few stitches...But it wasn't long, in the midst of all this, before Dietre began to realize he hadn't seen Violet. Not in the cafeteria, not in the hall, not during a visit. Had she tried some night but he had been too sedated to notice? He didn't think so, and it worried him. His concern for Violet began to outweigh his shyness, forcing him to ask which cell was hers.

He went looking, but she wasn't there. She hadn't been there for days. He kept checking, ever faithful, ignoring the stiff ache in his side, growing more anxious every time he found her room unoccupied.

Tonight he stole away to her cell once more, knocking briskly on the door. He didn't let his hopes rise too much, the pessimist in him said that he had been too lucky in finding a friend like her. Whatever powers that controlled the universe and took pleasure in making him miserable must have noticed their mistake and took her away from him. He wasn't allowed to have anything good. No mother, no freedom, no piano, no friends.

"..Violet?" He called out anyway, just incase. "Are you inside? Its Dietre..." He wiggled the doorknob experimentally, seeing if the cell was locked.

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notsoshy
2009-04-18 06:04 pm UTC (link)

The door wasn't locked. So it clicked open at Dietre's attempt.

Violet in the meantime had made it as far as attempting to sit up. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, elbows on her knees, looking as if she were trying to recover her stomach instead of throwing up. What anyone could see of her was her clothes and bandages. Her upper body was nearly completely covered in gauze. The tattoos were dark where they could be seen, nearly black against her normally warm colored skin. White hair hid her face, which was just as well, her face wasn't severely damaged, but it help to hide the bruise and the fact that her eyes looked wrong.

Waking up unable to remember clearly long periods of time and yet knowing, feeling, something had happened in between the pieces one could remember tended to make one look a little spacey. Carefully, she turned her head at the sound of the door, trying to make sense of what she felt. "D," her voice was weak, dry sounding. The last thing she remembered was screaming at Ethan she wouldn't do what he wanted.

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dead_silent
2009-04-18 09:07 pm UTC (link)

The door gave way with a little push, Dietre peering in with cautious courtesy at first. He hadn't been inside Violet's room yet, or anyone's, it felt a little strange, he had to force himself past the threshold. When his eyes adjusted to the gloom, his gaze fell on his friend, and all trace of his hesitation vanished.

"Violet? His voice came out breathless and strangled, catching in his throat as he froze from the sight of her. His immobility lasted only a moment, a fiery rage flared up inside of him, wild, thunderous, all consuming. He felt he would choke on it. And laced with that anger was a feeling of helplessness that made it even worse. He moved forward, brisk steps until he stood before Violet's hunched form, shaking, his hands clenched fists at his sides.

"He did this to you, did he not?" He swallowed hard, trying to contain himself, pale eyes blazing. "Forgive me, Violet, but I swear to you...The next time I lay eyes on that man, I will kill him. When I see him, he is a dead man." It no longer mattered what Violet wanted, it was for her own good. She could tell him not to do it, but he had to, if he was given the chance. He had failed his mother, but he wouldn't fail Violet. If only he could kill the man right now! Who knew when he'd ever see him again? There was nothing to do with all this hate for now but hold it, contain it, let it ripen.

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notsoshy
2009-04-18 09:50 pm UTC (link)

The awareness that D was there went from a candle flame to a minor star in her head as his emotions spiked. The throb in her head refused to subside and she found herself wanting to sit back. Unfortunately, that required moving and at the moment just the action to sit back was more work than she was capable of mustering at the moment. D's words weren't completely lost on her though.

She understood the current hatred, what she didn't quite get was the helplessness he felt. They had't really discussed his family, probably because he didn't really want to talk about it. One day maybe they would. Today though, she was just trying to make sense of the world.

"D," her voice came out in a croak. Not attractive in the slightest. At current, attractive was the furthest thing from her mind. Lifting her head took effort, but she managed to get her head up far enough to look at him. She couldn't lean back to look up very far though, so all she could really see was the shadow of a shape. "What day is it?"

What she really wanted to know was how long had Ethan abused her for this time. How long had she been out of circulation and what had she missed in the meantime?

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dead_silent
2009-04-18 10:24 pm UTC (link)

"Its..." He couldn't think. Time had always been a hazy thing for him, days blurred into days. When you didn't care about your life, you didn't bother to pay attention to the day of the week. The intensity of Dietre's anger faded, it didn't disappear, it was simply moved...somewhere else. Shoved down in that dark place inside, waiting to be let out in some fit of violence, like it had been during his fight this week.

"...I'm not the best person to ask.." He sighed, sounding guilty, his voice wavering slightly. That helpless feeling was still there, growing as his rage was hidden away. What could he do for her? He didn't know how to comfort a person, there had never been anyone to show him how. But then he remembered, when the wardrobe was opened the morning after his mother's murder, the kindness of one of the police officers. A man on his way to middle age, who likely had a child of his own, overcome with pity for the poor traumatized boy. He had reached in, carefully drew Dietre out, and held him.

But D couldn't do that for Violet. As much as he wanted to. He reached out a hand, meaning to stroke Violet's hair, but he could not seem to bring himself to touch her. Like there was some barrier there he could not pass. His hand hovered there, trembled, then fell uselessly back to his side. He knelt on the floor beside her instead, eyes sorrowful, trying to think.

"Days...Its been days." His brows came together, head tilting. "A week, perhaps..."

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notsoshy
2009-04-18 10:57 pm UTC (link)

"Days," she repeated what was important about what he said. It had been days. That explained the fatigue in her limbs, the soreness she felt, the general seeming feeling of disconnect from reality. It made perfect sense.

He toned down his anger, his hate, but the pain in him was still there and strong. D couldn't reach out to comfort her, but she could reach out to him. The pain in him was strong enough to distract her from how she felt. Maybe that was good, giving her something else to focus on. Let her take care of D instead of focusing on what she'd lost.

Violet reached out to touch his hair, invading his personal space again. It seemed she did that a lot. In truth, she wanted to help him feel better. She could change his feelings, but that wasn't something she really wanted to do. Instead, she simply settled for touching him and being aware that he was there and she wanted to take care of him. "D, honey," she had to keep pushing forward. It was imperative. D was like her little boy now. She couldn't stand for him to be in pain. "C'mere." It hurt to move, she wanted to move, to be herself, to dance, and play. "It's all right. I'm back now and we'll deal with Ethan later."

At some point, everyone paid the devil his due and Ethan's bill was up.

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dead_silent
2009-04-18 11:17 pm UTC (link)

He felt useless. Why should Violet comfort him when she was the one in pain? Why did he have to be selfish and not stop her? Her hand moved through his hair, he didn't mind, he was in need of some gentle affection. That didn't stop him from feeling guilty though. She beckoned him closer, but he didn't stand, only scooted forward slightly, leaning to rest his cheek on the mattress beside her. His position gave the impression of a forlorn pup at its master's feet.

"I'm sorry." He didn't know what he was apologizing for, he just had the urge to say the words. Once he opened his mouth, he found himself half rambling, halting sentences spilling thoughtlessly from his tongue. He was trying to chase away those awkward silences that plagued him, maybe make up for his failure to properly comfort his friend somehow.

"...I killed a man..the other day." He paused, having no idea why he was talking about this. He wasn't guilty. Maybe he was afraid Violet wouldn't like him as much for being a killer when he didn't have to be. "I chopped off his head." Silence before he spoke again, this time in a whisper.

"...Can I stay here with you tonight, Violet?" It was the voice of every child who woke from a nightmare and went tiptoeing into their parent's room, begging to be allowed to sleep with them.

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notsoshy
2009-04-18 11:38 pm UTC (link)

He'd killed someone, did this surprise her? No, she was not surprised. Killing was a requirement of survival here. In that way, Revolve was rather like the jungle. Survival was about having a bigger set of fangs and the willingness to use them. He spoke of it in a halting way as if he were trying to wrap his own mind around it. Did it bother him that he'd killed someone? Probably not, but if what she understood about him was right, he was looking for her to be okay or not okay with it. He wanted validation for her that his course of action was correct. "Knowing you, he did something to deserve it."

Yes, a person could deserve to live or deserve to die. Ethan deserved to die, but they would have to handle that at another time. There was a time for everything. Ethan was going to get to live at least a little while longer. For her part though, she ran her fingers through D's hair, just touching him because she could, responding to him more instinctually than with thought. There was a lot of comfort in touch.

"If you wanna stay here, baby, you're welcome to." She wasn't going to turn him out. He needed to be taken care of. She would take care of him. "I'm not gonna be much in the way of company, once I'm out, I'm out."

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dead_silent
2009-04-19 12:08 pm UTC (link)

"He did." So much deadly cold hate packed into two little words. As well as complete conviction. Dietre was unwavering in his belief that the man deserved to die. The mutant hadn't even touched someone he cared for. If that was how Dietre felt about a person who hurt a woman he didn't know, the fury Ethan ignited in him was unimaginable.

Dietre let his eyes drift shut, giving himself just a moment to enjoy this sweet comfort. He was tired, not so much in a physical sense anymore, thanks to those horrible drugs, but there was little that could be done about his mental state. Having friends was just as stressful to his mind as not having any at all, though for different reasons of course. He was going to make himself sick with worry over Violet.

"..They've been drugging me, at night...so I'll sleep." He thought that maybe if he was here with Violet they wouldn't. His stomach twisted at the thought of another nightmare. Even if they did sedate him here, at least he had Violet by his side. She wouldn't let him suffer through a bad dream, she'd know, and wake him up.

He couldn't sit there and suck up all the attention for too long, his conscience wouldn't let him. So he sighed, straightening himself, forcing himself to his feet. He had to suppress a wince as a sharp pain in his side complained. He was all patched up where his opponent's spike has slashed him, but moving his torso too much was unpleasant.

"You should lay down. ...Is there anything I can get you? Anything I can do?"

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notsoshy
2009-04-19 12:58 pm UTC (link)

Violet was more than willing to sit there and hold onto D because it kept her from having to focus on her pain. It kept her from having to feel anything at all regarding the things that went on. If she was making sure that D was fine, then the fact that she was stiff, sore, tired, and in pain didn't really enter into her head.

"They do shit like that," drugging someone to put them to sleep was perhaps the least of the things they would do here in order to have their way with a person. There were beatings, there were various types of torture. In fact, the idea of them drugging him to make him get over his exhaustion was hardly all that surprising or frightening. The only thing that made it such was how D viewed it. It bothered him, thus it bothered her. Part of her wanted to ask him if he could find her cigarettes, but she knew if it had been as long as D said, she would start coughing and her chest already hurt. Better to leave it for now. Better to forget about it until morning. Part of her was certain it was night, then there was the feeling that maybe it was just the fact that her room was dark and quiet that made her think it was nighttime. It could be freetime during the day for all she knew. It didn't matter either way, she was going back to sleep fairly quickly.

"Nah, anything I put in my stomach is gonna come back up on the express elevator," she was just too nauseated to even consider such a thing. It was a slow movement to lay back. Her whole body hurt, but that would only last until she went to sleep. Once she slept, she wouldn't feel a thing. "You gonna sit up and watch me sleep or you gonna go get your stuff?"

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dead_silent
2009-04-20 12:33 pm UTC (link)

Yes, they did 'shit like that'. When faced with the state Violet was in, Dietre felt like a weak little fool for being so upset about a few tranquilizers. He knew he should consider himself lucky that he hadn't been subjected to the truly dark things that went on here. He'd wish them upon himself a hundredfold, gladly, if it meant no harm would come to Violet again. But there was no point in wishes. He knew perfectly well; wishes never came true.

There was disappointment in his eyes when Violet opted not to ask him for anything. Quite like a dog expecting its master to throw a stick yet they don't notice and walk away. He just wanted to be useful. He nodded, saying nothing, accepting her decision. He seemed a little more at ease once his friend lay back down, he wanted her to rest, she just looked so terrible.

"...Stuff?" What stuff? D didn't understand the question. He couldn't think of anything he needed, he just wanted to be here. Honestly, he actually really did intend to simply 'sit there' and watch her sleep.

"What would you rather me do?"

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notsoshy
2009-04-20 01:25 pm UTC (link)

Wishes implied Hope and Hope was a dangerous thing in a situation not slated to get any better. Hope could eventually make you crazy as you tried to deal with the day to day reality and look toward something better. Cynicism was easier. Hope was hard.

He was disappointed, she felt it, but at the moment, there was nothing immediate she could do about it. Well, that wasn't precisely true. He didn't understand the question. It wasn't that hard to clarify. "What you use to stay awake at night. That notebook you were writing in, your books," they were hobbies, distractions, things that she really didn't have. She had a deck of playing cards, but that was really all she had as far as entertainment went in her room. Violet could play multiple games of solitaire for hours at a time. "Or you can stick around and see if you can catch some z's without them putting a needle in your arm."

It didn't really matter to her what he did with himself, she wouldn't be awake to know, but the idea of him just sitting there watching her sleep was vaguely creepy even to her despite the fact she was fairly used to people doing strange things.

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dead_silent
2009-04-21 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"Oh." It hadn't occurred to him to get books or paper. He hadn't really been thinking. All he knew was that he wanted to see Violet, nothing else had been thought through, no plans for what he was going to do once he saw her. He considered these things now, but soon decided against returning to his room for his things. There was a chance the guards might stop in while he's there and put him out. He didn't want Violet to worry if he didn't come back.

He shrugged, shaking his head, "..I don't know.." He bit at his lip, peering over at Violet for a moment, then he forced himself back towards her. He didn't think she'd mind, but he was still hesitant.

"May I..?" He lifted a brow in question, a hand resting on the mattress beside her. He didn't quite wait for an answer, mainly because he assumed it'd be yes. Violet was always touching him, after all. He slipped off his shoes, then lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Is this alright?" Always with his questions, he was never sure of himself, in need of constant reassurance. Yet part of him was still a cold blooded killer. It was like having split personalities, but no, he was just Dietre. Some how he could be everything at once. He reached over, his hand sliding across the covers to lightly brush his fingers against Violet's. It may not seem like much, but making this contact was a big step for him. A testament to how much he cared for his friend.

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notsoshy
2009-04-21 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Violet didn't pull away when he reached out to touch her. The idea of him sleeping in her bed didn't bother her. It was perfectly normal as far as she was concerned. Granted, Violet had a few issues with personal space. Most of them being she refused to recognize where the limits were for most people. For her, skin to skin was grand. Even if it was just a little bit, she preferred over keeping people at arm's length.

"Fine, sweetheart," she'd closed her eyes and really did appear as if she were going to go straight to sleep, which considering how she currently felt wouldn't take long. As soon as she stopped fighting to stay awake, she'd slip into unconsciousness.

After a moment, her tattoos took on a soft sheen of not quite light, the lowest level of her powers, surrounding her in weariness. She did that to herself without thinking so that she would sleep soundly and because of her current level of injury without moving.

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