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The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-05-25 23:31:00

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mastermind, violet

Who: Violet OT Mastermind
When: May 25th
Where: One of Wyngarde's homes
What: Jason comes by to check on Violet's progress.

The staff of the home Violet had been assigned to had found out very quickly they preferred to simply leave the woman alone. It wasn't that she was aggressive toward them in any way, but just her simple presence brought an oppressiveness into the room making it hard to breath. At current, the woman in question was sitting in a drawing room. The maid who had been cleaning in there had come out quickly leaving her to draw up in the chair and stare at the furnishings.

This was better than she had been in the two weeks she'd been cooped up in this place. She was moving from room to room and not running away from the staff. The fact that they were running from her did not diminish the progress Violet herself was making.

What she was wearing was a dressing kimono that only came to the middle of her thighs. Black. Most of Violet's clothes were either black or white. It wasn't that she didn't like colors, it was just that she came already arranged in three: white, brown, and purple that adding more just seemed to make one's eyes hurt. So she stuck to either end of the spectrum and stayed there. Black or white and she seemed to be more drawn to black. Underneath the robe, kimono thing, she had on her bra and a pair of boyshorts because modesty was something that needed to be observed when possibly in mixed company. There were men who lived on the premises, so she covered up the sensitive portions.

Truthfully, she didn't care if they looked. If they were old enough to watch television, they'd seen all there was to see. What was the difference seeing it in person versus seeing it on television? Her thoughts rolled to how long she had been there.

Days had started to run together almost immediately. Her hand was slowly healing, she could tell that because she wasn't finding as much blood in her bandages when she changed them. So at the very least she was developing enough skin to keep her blood in her body. She brought her hand up to her eyes and looked at the bandages swathing it from view.

I'll have to get another subject. Perhaps one of your little friends, Ethan whispered in her ear again. It was all in her head. She knew it was all in her head. Yet she still found her clenching her fists so hard her nails bit into the skin of her uninjured hand.

With a slow breath, she forced her fingers to uncurl. He was dead. There was no more danger from him anymore. Now she was the danger. And for the most part, she didn't care. Let them be afraid.

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_mastermind_
2009-05-25 11:42 pm UTC (link)

It didn't feel like that long ago since they spoke, but after looking at his schedule for the day, Jason decided to head towards his other home, and planned or not, he would hope that the building was still there and intact when he arrived. None of the possible explosions, fire hazards, or other destructive occasions had yet to occur, and while he trusted in his staff not to allow one woman to do that to the household, it didn't mean that it was impossible. However, once he pulled up to the overly large location, he had set those worries aside. Nothing was damaged, as far as he could see, and though the house felt a bit off from the presence of someone so emotionally and mentally wrecked, it was good enough for him.

He found her easily, and walked through the door, curious as to what he would find. The black robe along purple skin wasn't exactly what he had originally had in mind, but it wasn't unpleasant to look at either. She had a wonderful physique and a beautiful body, even if he wasn't in the market for his companion's ex-girlfriends. It was a compliment to the female half of her race, and he found his eyes being drawn to her legs most of all, but removed his coat so as not to stare or become any more interested than he already was. Women were still women, and he knew better. The old man would be a gentleman even if it killed him. There was no desire for her, just a simple admiration for that which was beauty in the old man's eyes. Females held the beauty of their race in all the right places, and in so many ways, this woman would be perfect for a painting. The artist in him longed to keep her there and set up an easel, but it would not only be very rude, but also keep him here well past the scheduled departure time.

"Hello, Violet. How are you doing?" His tone was even, mildly gentle, and mostly curious. She did not respond the last time he called her name, not directly to him. Had it changed since then?

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notsoshy
2009-05-26 09:55 am UTC (link)

Jason's presence came as no surprise to Violet. After all, she was aware of him once he entered the house as a presence she recognized. It was strange this did not comfort her. Normally the presence of someone she knew while she was in an unfamiliar setting would have given her some species of comfort; however, now it only served to make her more agitated though it didn't show in her reaction toward him. No, Violet remained excessively placid, her face impassive, lips settled into a thin line of displeasure.

Her stay had been uneventful and would remain so until she did something to change that. Other than the young man with his Bible, she hadn't spoken to anyone on the staff, nor did she seem to have any interest in them. Allowing them to go about their business unhindered and she moved around them. They got the sensation they were prey being stalked by a a predator, an assessment that might have been correct.

As unstable as she was, there was no way to be certain exactly what she would do or what might provoke her to violence. Better to simply leave her be.

He entered the room and she could feel the way his eyes moved over her. It was different from the way most people looked at her. Violet was used to the looks of attraction, that feeling rolling off a person's body like the constant scent of nicotine over the skin. Jason didn't look at her like that and perhaps because he was odd, Violet watched him for a long moment without doing anything, just turning her head so that her hair hung down her chest. She needed a haircut or at least a trim in order to make her edges even again. She looked good with long hair.

She finally did something, she uncurled from where she was sitting, shaking out the sleeves of her kimono until they covered most of her hands and as such the damage she'd done to her right. "Jason," she didn't answer his question. Movements were fluid, solid again, but there was still a very obvious something in those eyes and in the fact that she was keeping answers to one word. Violet liked to talk. Her connections to others were constant and obvious. This was still not the same woman whom Jason had the pleasure of knowing previously.

She crossed the room past him and crawled up on the window ledge to look out at the garden. Something else to focus on. Then she tucked her hand against her body again, hiding it from view.

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_mastermind_
2009-05-26 09:20 pm UTC (link)

The old man smiled at her response. She was talking again, just not a lot. That was a start. He followed her movements, trailing her to the window nearby and in a few moments, and leans against the back of a nearby couch as he watches her once more. "Have you eaten today?" That was, perhaps a better place to start. If she wasn't eating meals than he would mother her until she did for the day. If she was, than he could move on to a more important topic to fuss over.

He would need to check in with the rest of the staff members, as well as those who were supposed to be with his charge most of the daytime. They should have been here before he was, and he knew the schedule that they would have kept. Perhaps she had asked them to leave, and perhaps she had simply made them leave, which of the two it happened to be, he did not know, but either way, there was someone to speak with later on. He made a mental note of it and continued on.

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notsoshy
2009-05-26 09:34 pm UTC (link)

What was outside the window was one of the gardens. There were at least three that she had been in since coming to the estate. Mostly she moved around after dark when there were fewer people for her to frighten. She'd found she liked this particular room. The temperature was mild...the view pretty...and the company rare. Most of the staff seemed to avoid this room as a rule. All the more so now that she'd taken up residence in it.

His question about her eating got a nodded yes even if she wasn't actually looking at him. She didn't eat everything they put out, but she ate enough to be considered normal for her. She practically mainlined coffee under normal circumstances, which she wasn't allowed to do here. She hadn't had a drop of liquor or a cigarette since before Ethan had picked her up the last time. In essence, she was on a detox she didn't ask for.

Reaching out with her good hand, she traced the metal edges on the glass panes. Old houses had such lovely windows.

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_mastermind_
2009-05-31 01:14 am UTC (link)

"We can go for a walk, if you wish, young lady." He smiled pleasantly. It was indeed true. "I don't expect you to stay indoors, just on the ground. You will come to a fence before you leave the grounds. As long as you stay inside of that, you will be allowed to wander. Perhaps you'd like an escorted stroll through the gardens?" His late wife had loved gardens, and that's a part of why he attempted to keep them around, but he didn't have the patience to tend them himself, so he hired people for it. Strolling through them in the light afternoon sun was always something he could appreciate, however. Maybe the bright skinned woman would respond to that?

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notsoshy
2009-05-31 09:00 pm UTC (link)

Did she really want to go outside? Violet was more awake at the moment than she normally would be during the daytime. Violet preferred night time to the day but that was because she had trained herself to be over the years. Trained herself to prefer the hours of moonlight because those were the hours when humans didn't look so closely.

The suggestion got her to look, clearly surprised by it. Violet hadn't been into the gardens because she wasn't sure where she was supposed to be. She haunted the halls of the house with hollow eyes and still lips, waiting for something to happen. What happened was she realized she hated the human race, was really really glad that Ethan was dead, wanted more than anything to see her boys again and just touch them. Just touch them and know for certain they were okay.

Her fingertips were trembling all the way until she closed her hands again, squashing the emotion looking for a way out. Jason hadn't hurt her in any significant way. He was not supposed to be her next victim. Yet it was hard to deny it.

"Sure," one word at a time, if she could.

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_mastermind_
2009-06-01 12:52 am UTC (link)

He smiled, ignorant of the brush with a near silent death, either by choice or not, and he stood straight, offering his arm to escort his lovely companion out into the day's light. "If you have a need, all you ever have to do is say so." His voice was still gentle and confident as he moved forward, guiding her out of the house and into the garden's exit, walking her through the row of hedges and into the small labyrinth of gardens. The staff had smiled and waved or given them space as they passed, Jason had smiled back, but kept his focus on the Violet woman so near him.

Perhaps being outdoors would do more good for her than being inside had?

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notsoshy
2009-06-01 07:36 am UTC (link)

He didn't realize exactly how hard it was to be so close. She'd avoided the staff to be the best of her ability, not that she had to try really hard most of them were more than happy to avoid her. They could feel the anger coming off of her in the same way that long acquaintances can calculate the emotional states of their friends...even if she'd only been there for two weeks. As far as they were concerned, she'd been around more than long enough to make it painfully clear being in her presence was something to be done only when absolutely necessary. Otherwise, you were sentenced to silent stares as if you were a deer being sized up by a wolf for how many meals you'll make.

Violet wasn't quite that murderous, most of the time. But as the edges of patience began to fray, so did her already extremely tenuous control. Fray and fray until it eventually snapped.

At the moment, she was doing all right. Even if the urge to hurt Jason was something she was squashing down inside her skin extremely hard. That was why her tattoos looked so dull. In nature, there are creatures that change color based on their emotional state, it appeared that when Violet was upset or trying to hold her control, things when black...a prelude to her stealing from others, but for the moment she was not trying to do that either. The need could be fatal.

"I want," it took so much effort to articulate things in words. Even more so to do that in English since her brain wanted to revert to her cradle language, Spanish. She'd learned a long time ago not to assume that everyone spoke that. "My boys." Her boys were Kyle, Dietre, Gambit, and to degrees both Victor and Mason. They were her friends...it was just a strange coincidence they all happened to be male.

The garden was pretty and it was nice to actually be outside for the first time in a while, but her attention was focused so much inward it was hard to really pay attention to what was going on around her.

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_mastermind_
2009-06-01 01:35 pm UTC (link)

The staff knew well enough about another person's mood, as Jason himself could be rather violent if provoked, and because of that he had found ways to train them to avoid anyone who could or would likely be exploding, which ended up working well enough for Violet's little visit. The fact that they left her be for so long on her own was no surprise to him, and watching them watch her with a worried eye was also of very little shock. All of it only made him smile, feeling like he had trained his staff to the best of his ability and seeing it be an actual progressive importance only solidified in his old man's mind that he was right to do so. Ah, such stubbornness could be born of a man who knew he was right.

A light eyebrow arched over his eyes, his features showing what was clearly in his mind, completely misinterpreting her needs. "I don't know if now is exactly the right time for you to be bed hopping, my dear." He wasn't a mind reader, though sometimes people mistook him for one, especially thinking his abilities were something more than they actually were. He could do much, but read anothers thoughts was not one of the things he was capable of. Much of this conversation was not clear to him, and indeed Spanish would have made more sense at this point. "Perhaps you should consider something a little more... necessary at this stage..?" His tone was not mocking, but simply gentle and concerned. He was looking for some sign of logic, and was clearly missing it in her reactions and statements thus far.

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notsoshy
2009-06-01 02:43 pm UTC (link)

His answer was not what she expected at all..and she actually actively scowled at the insinuation that she was just a cock-hopping broad. Violet was most certainly not that. Hardly a pleasant expression to cross her face at the best of time. Coupled with the flat eyes, it was obvious this wasn't a scowl that said she was taking what he said as a jest, but as a serious issue. He'd impinged her good name.

"No," it seemed really hard for her to form that word and she stopped, just stopped. It would be too easy to give in, let the hate in her lash out at him. Instead, she shut her eyes and pressed her fisted hands over them. Fought the reaction that whispered in her ears. He deserves it just like I deserved it. That mental Ethan voice was back again and this time it was whispering violence in her ear.

Her hands moved from her eyes to her mouth. It was then she started to nibble at the bandages on her right hand, not because she was hungry but because she had to do something with her mouth to keep from screaming or attacking or something else crazy. She wasn't crazy.

Okay, maybe she was. More than a little. "Not sex," she said quietly, more mumbled it around her hands, keeping herself from snarling, tongue nearly plastered to the top of her mouth.

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_mastermind_
2009-06-01 02:47 pm UTC (link)

He nodded, scolding himself for expecting it from someone in that manner. Not a very gentlemanly consideration, but all he really knew of her was not exactly a positive look in any manner, and thus his reaction had simply been that. "I see. Friendship. You miss your loved ones, then?" He looked at her and gently took the bandaged hand from her mouth, like a mother would with a child, eyes gentle and almost guiding. "Do you feel it would be safe for you to see them?"

A part of him stiffened at the idea, feeling like Kyle would be in their number and not exactly wanting to share. The old man could be such a child at times, and though he realized it, it didn't stop the feeling. Would he allow it, if they both agreed? Of course. It didn't mean that the idea ever made him feel comfortable no matter the situation.

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notsoshy
2009-06-01 03:13 pm UTC (link)

Her loved ones were the most important people to her. They were everything. She lived for them, fought for them, was willing to die for them. But he was right to ask, was she safe for them? Well, they weren't likely to trigger her need to hurt them. For the most part, she wanted to hurt the humans, not her family. But could she say that for certain? It broke her heart to consider that she could literally rip the face off of someone she cared about.

Yet she knew she could do it. "I need them," was really all she could say. She really could not recover completely alone.

Violet couldn't do anything completely alone. Isolation made her feel boxed in. It gave her too much time to think and wallow. Made it easier to be bitter and angry. Left her without distractions.

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_mastermind_
2009-06-07 06:54 pm UTC (link)

"Then we shall bring them here." It was his usual response to most issues, to break it away from the problem and to bring it into an area of his own control and to force it to be profitable or successful on is own grounds. He was indeed a man who enjoyed being in control of the entire situation, and to pull her friends to this place would make things easier on the old man, and on the girl in the long run. This would also give them both a way to comfort her without the possible fear of her turning against someone because of the surrounding issue of human interaction with those who would push their limits and lose their life. At least here at the house, people would leave the girl alone to do what she wanted and to feel how she felt in privacy.

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notsoshy
2009-06-09 09:31 pm UTC (link)

She could see them. It was a little ice cube of happy in this whole mess. While it might not last for very long overall, any little chip to help her get back something close to normal was a good thing.

Unfortunately the closeness was starting to fray her nerves again. She felt it, creeping up on her, drawing cold fingers along her skin. Normally she was warm, loving, personable to a fault.

With a slow movement, she started to pull away, just a little bit, physically advertising her emotional state with distance. Violet was making progress, which was all one could really ask for. Capable of pushing down her reaction far enough to get by, but really no more than that.

With the chance to see them also came the chance for one of them to be off the island, even if only for a short time to visit. Who did she want to give that to? Dietre might have been worth it, if he'd been something closer to personable. However, who she really wanted to see was Gambit. Violet wanted to see Remy if she could. Just because he was someone she knew from before.

Violet show her head, trying to clear away the cobwebs already starting to form around things. Who did she invite? No matter who she said, it would hurt someone else to find out about it. What would it profit her to see one friend and lose another because of it? "Gotta think about who," the words came out slowly, halting, even as she backed up further. "Don't wanna hurt nobody with it." Her right arm went back to being tucked against her body, that unconsciously protective stance.

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_mastermind_
2009-06-09 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Jason nodded. It made sense for her to think about it. She would likely do a lot of thinking before it all settled. Either way, she'd need to take time on her own before she went back, and this was not a functioning process for her anyways. She needed to rehab before they forced her to return. He could not simply steal a mutant from the island and this was not the underground railroad. There was no safe haven, at least not in the current political system.

"When you are ready, feel free to let me know. I'll have them brought over to visit you." He accepted the distance with a gentle compassion; seeing and not forcing anything else. It was all done to preserve her frame of mind, and while he trusted her, he also did not want to push anything that might make things harder for her. She would heal in time.

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