InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "Have you seen my... nimins????"

The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-07-08 10:11:00

Entry tags:

deadpool, violet

You've got to learn to laugh at yourself...
Who: Violet OT Deadpool
When: Mid-morning, July 8
Where: Blue Block
What: Violet gets some footage of the end of her fight and decides to share the funny parts.

There were always moments when she didn't want to survive the tournament. Like when she woke up, rolled over, and realized that while her ribs were no longer broken, they still hurt. Breathing could be a little bit of a production. Still, any crash you can walk away from was a good crash, right? One tended to hold onto that idea when it hurt to breathe...at least, there was breathing involved. She was probably a little more sedate than usual, injuries had a habit of doing that kind of thing to a person.

The shirt wasn't tight. Black cotton, with long wide sleeves, and edges that brushed her hips. Her jeans started at her hips and hugged tight.

The day started as any normal day. Get dressed go to breakfast. Listen to the running gossip and try to pick up who was making stuff up.

I'm serious. They say she pulled ice cream out of thin air. That seemed to be the favorite of the day, Violet didn't put much stock in it. Though it did make her curious. What kind of person could do that? What could that person do if they turned that ability toward something else? Violet brought her cup of coffee to her face and held it there, considering, an oddly pensive expression for her. Even if it was nothing more than a rumor, maybe it would be worth looking into. Not to mention, it allowed her to get away from the block and look into other things for a while.

She was on her way to put away her dishes when she overheard something else.

Man, this is the best part. Look at that crash. Violet hadn't seen her fight against Python yet. Certainly not the part she was unconscious for, but one of the guards was showing it off on an IPod as an edited movie.

"Hey, can I see?" most prisoners would have kept their heads down and their mouths shut. Not that Violet was a typical prisoner. She tended to make a spectacle out of herself.

"Wasn't this your fight?"

"Well, if you watched it, you know I was out cold at the end," she huffed. "I'll play you for the piece if you won't let me watch."

"Play for it?" He was looking her up and down. Obviously, playing meant something different for him. "All right. What's the game?"

"Rock, paper, scissors, unless you wanna give a girl a deck of cards?"

"And what happens when you lose?"

"We'll worry about that when I lose," all smiles, all confidence. Violet was good at that kind of thing. Very good at it really.

It only two minutes for Violet to win the bet and walk away with an almost new, but still very stylish little Ipod with video. She was going to have to get one of the people to show her how all it worked, but for the moment, she was just giddy getting to watch Python run into a wall a half a million times. It was so worth the laugh.

Walking back through the block, she thought of someone else who might want to see this. After all, Python was definitely not a favorite.

"Hey, Deadpool," she knocked on his door. "You awake?" He might not have been previously, but he probably was now....who knew?

(Post a new comment)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-08 02:53 pm UTC (link)

His last fight wasn't his best; in fact, he'd had his ass handed to him in the end, and while he wanted to blame the blood running into his eyes from the split gash on his forehead (the one that made a guard almost vomit when they realized the thin skin over his forehead had actually split all the way down to the bone) but he knew it was in part just because he wanted to lose. He was exhausted, and by the time he faced off against that scary... whatever it was... his legs felt about ready to give way. Every step caused him to tremble. Every move had been slow, almost sluggish and decidedly not Wade. He had stamina, yes, but not after twelve hours of taking beatings, mentally and physically.

""You're pathetic! You're nothing! Look at you now, I should've killed you when your mother died!" All the words that fighter said rang through his mind over and over. How did he know? Was he reading his mind? From the beginning of the fight his head ached horribly, but afterward, when the man died, it felt like a vice had released the top of his skull and all that was left was his beaten face and his bruised chest and stomach.

Wade hadn't slept at all since. He tried once but he kept replying the fight in his head, and had once even dreamed about something he was sure was actually reliving a part of his past. It was like watching it in third person. He was young, maybe seven, and he'd just broken a plate while fooling around in the kitchen. He heard himself crying and screaming as his father beat him mercilessly with a leather belt, leaving red welts all over his back, some bleeding.

He'd startled awake, his heart hammering hard in his chest. It hadn't been long since he fell asleep. He'd moved back on his bed, his back to the wall and knees to his chest, eyes blank as he stared at the wall opposite him, not falling asleep again and certainly not moving a muscle when he was called to breakfast. He was sure he would vomit if he ate.

He was surprised though, when a female voice came from the other side of his door, and for a moment he wondered if it was Abigail. The voice was much softer though, more airy, not as strict and stern as Abigail's. He glanced at the door for a moment, deciding on whether or not he really wanted to see anyone.

"I'm awake." He finally said, finding his voice, but barely. "You can come in." He needed the company. He didn't know how much longer he could hold onto the threads of sanity. Maybe he could bounce back from this. Maybe he wasn't as insane as he considered himself to be. Maybe he could be fixed. Maybe.

When the door opened he straightened a little, seeing Violet walk into the room. He hadn't seen her since the day they met, and she looked great. Definitely got his heart beating a bit faster. He offered her a smile, then looked away, knowing his face hadn't healed completely yet (there was still blood on his pillow) and he probably wasn't the best to look at.

"Hey Violet." He said softly, "You look great today."

(Reply to this) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-08 03:19 pm UTC (link)

It was hard not to know who was involved in tournaments, it was all people talked about after the fact, so you knew who was laid up, who had triumphed, and in worst cases, who had died. Thankfully, no one that Violet knew or cared about was dead this time around. Just the same, Deadpool sounded a little worse for wear when he answered his door.

It didn't take any kind of empathy to pick up on that. Nor did it take much to notice he was pretty bad off all together. The guy looked like he could use a nap, badly.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Violet wouldn't lie about loving her compliments. Whatever was offered, she'd more than happily take. "Looks like someone tried to rearrange your face." Said with a smile and at least a trace of affection. She didn't know him well enough to give him too much more than that, but Violet built friendships fast. It was part of her charm. She learned to like you quickly and tended to be able to forgive a lot, regardless of what was done, if given enough time.

One couldn't help looking around to see what other people lived like. Anyone who had ever been in Violet's room got to see a person who lived in a state of chaos. There were always clothes EVERYWHERE, not because she couldn't put things away, but she never saw a reason to. They were just clothes, replaceable things. It was way more important to concentrate on other things.

"Anyway, you look like a boy who could use a good laugh at someone else's expense." Violet didn't so much mind a laugh at her expense, but there was something about funny things happening to someone you didn't like that made it all the better.

Violet invaded personal space on a regular basis and now was no exception, since she just came in and sat down on his bed. Rather like she had done with Dietre in his room, just taking up space on the end of the bed and almost forcing a person to have to deal with the reality of her presence. She offered him the Ipod.

"Here," she'd already figured out how to push the video to the good part. So he didn't have to watch Python almost break her neck. Just Python running around like a crazy after he'd already dropped her.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-10 12:28 am UTC (link)

He smiled a little at the comment and nodded. "Yeah, he did a pretty good job, huh? Doesn't matter though, now. He's gone." Because of him. Because he was a killer. He didn't think the other man would have killed him if he had the chance, and in a way he seemed like he'd stopped eating weeks ago and was just waiting to die. The way Wade had broke him, it was inhumane and brutal. The way the other man's form just... collapsed. He wondered how long the guilt would eat at him.

"You know me too well." he said with a soft laugh, "Of course I like to have a laugh at other people's expense." And Wade, apparently, didn't know when his personal space was being invaded because he didn't move and didn't care, seeming more interested in seeing the video.

His momentary horror that a sweet thing like Violet was put into the arena with that monster quickly faded as he watched the man begin to freak out, nearly falling over himself and bringing a laugh to Wade's lips, even though his chest and stomach still hurt from those kicks and knees from other fighters.

"That's Goddamn hilarious." He grinned, looking at her. "Asshole got what he deserved, for sure." He shook his head a little and sighed. "I want to get back into the ring with him. Fuck him up. And... I'm really glad he didn't hurt you. Or else there would have been immediate ass kicking."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-10 01:02 am UTC (link)

The upsurge of guilt wasn't lost on her, but it just made her bringing him a good laugh and maybe a distraction all the more important. It was hard to feel guilty and laugh so hard you split your sides. Considering all the shit that happened on Revolve, they probably should have been pumping laughing gas into the ventilation. It might make everyone feel a lot better.

She chuckled some at his reaction, glad he didn't find it too necessary to move away from her. It always made her feel a little strange when others did that. She didn't pay much attention to personal space, but having others move away from her just made her want to get closer to them.

"I thought you'd like it," it was definitely worth watching on repeat, about a hundred or more times. She could have told him how bad Python had hurt her, but it wouldn't help anything. "I figured he'd hurt you enough that you should get a chance to watch him get fucked up too."

Misery loves company.

"Besides, I got to relieve a guard of a pretty little toy along the way."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-12 07:09 pm UTC (link)

He turned to look at Violet for a moment, attempting to keep the more beaten up part of his face not visible from her direct view, even if she'd already seen it. It was a little different watching someone's skin slowly knitting itself back together, and Wade knew he didn't look his best. He offered her a small smile and a nod.

"Yeah, I guess it is a little self-satisfactory to see him break down like that. Although, I'd like to see someone break his back like he did to me." He said with a shrug. "He uh, he didn't hurt you, did he? I mean, you can tell me if he did. But then I'm going to have to excuse myself to go kick some ass." Or else Wade was going to have to visit the others cell and give him a lecture about not hurting women. Wade stood adamantly by this, that he'd never hurt a woman, so he hoped they never stuck him in a ring with one.

"Guards here are idiots, anyway. Bet you could ask for their gun and they'd be stupid enough to hand it over." It seemed that whenever Violet came into a room all the men became bumbling idiots. Wade wasn't sure when he got so immune to seeing a curvy female body like hers.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-12 08:14 pm UTC (link)

After watching a few fights with Wild Child, Violet had seen what knitting skin, bone, and muscle looked like. Not exactly the prettiest thing in the world. Still, there were worse things to see, such as watching every bone in a person's body be broken at one time, or those who were burned alive.

"Broke my arm, cracked my ribs on one side, and almost broke my neck." Violet catalogued her injuries with a clinical detachment. She'd been injured so much since January that they had stopped meaning anything. She'd broken the bones in her right hand so many times that she'd become numb to the sound. "I'm a fighter same as you, I take my licks and try to give as good as I get. Pray at the end of the day, I'm still breathing."

There were other occupations she could have been in. Pretty females, especially those who were exotic looking, were always in high demand for other services. Violet wasn't into the idea of other services. She'd been a stripper, not a hooker, and as far as she was concerned, that was never going to change. They could beat her to death in the arena first.

"Won't argue with you there," she had to chuckle at the idea that the guards were absolute nimrods, if only because it was true. They were correctional facility guards, and those were never the brightest of the lot. Some of the higher ups were probably pretty intelligent, but the grunts...yeah, they were idiots. "A gun wouldn't do me no good though, wouldn't hold enough bullets to do anything significant." Apparently, she had thought about this particular line of reasoning a time or two.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-12 11:20 pm UTC (link)

He winced as she listed her injuries; he'd only had that broken wrist and back, but he couldn't imagine waiting for those injuries to heal on their own. Now, almost surprisingly, it seemed anything that broke also built up a resilience to breaking again, which he was thankful for, but not willing to test himself on that.

"You shouldn't have to pray at the end of the day you're still breathing. Not to sound sexist but you're a woman! They shouldn't force this shit on you. Men, fine, whatever, its like Goddamn Gladiators and that's all well and good but you shouldn't be in the arena; no woman should, regardless of ability or not. Its not fair to see something so beautiful be destroyed. Its like... like watching a rose get stepped on or something."

He didn't see her as a hooker, or a stripper (though if she was stripping, he'd be looking) and his theory wasn't meant just for her. All women. To him, it just wasn't right. He'd seen a lot of brutes out there; he couldn't imagine letting a woman go in there.

He laughed a little at the guard comment. "Well that's why you need swords. Sure they're a bit bulky, hard to get on a plane. But if you get someone... like yours truly, not that I'm bragging or anything... to swing a pair of katanas around, there would be a lot of dead bodies. They're my babies, my protection. Like my shield. You just have to know how to use them. Or call someone your counterpart and make them do all the work." he offered her a small smile, "But uh, for obvious reasons they won't let me have weapons."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-12 11:40 pm UTC (link)

He wasn't the first man to say there was no reason for a woman to be in the arena. It was actually a fairly common thought among the male population, at least until it gets ground away by having a woman whip their ass a time or two. Violet had beaten a number of men since she'd been at Revolve. Hell, she'd done that before she came to Revolve, her husband had insisted she learn to defend herself. And she was a better than decent shot with a gun one handed.

"I don't think Fischer gives a shit about fair. He's big into money though," the King of the Island didn't care much for those around him, except for his ringer. She and the island itself were his children, his reason for living, and everyone else...well, they were shit to be trampled underfoot. Violet at least wanted to die fighting, to go down because someone was strong enough to bring her down, instead of dying in chains because some fucker wanted to get his rocks off by beating on someone who couldn't fight back. She kept her tone light and an edge of a smile. The horrific reality was something Ethan had made sure to impress upon her. To let her know that no matter how bad he was to her, he wasn't as bad as he could have been.

Him and the sheer happiness he seemed to have toward having sharp objects made her smile more. "Yeah, they don't give us weapons, cause we'd use them on them." It would be satisfying in a short term candy high kinda way. Just something to do because it could be done and nothing more. "And I doubt they'd enjoy that all that much." Then she tilted her head. "Hey, you never did tell me what you did before here."

She had a couple of educated guesses, especially given his discussion of weapons, but she wanted to know for sure.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-13 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Fischer. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that name but he really didn't know he was the man in charge until just recently. Recently, too, he thought about what it would be like to assassinate him. Wade was sure he'd be killed five times before he hit the ground and he wouldn't even be near him yet. Like trying to kill a President. That was tough, and he was glad he'd never had a job like that. Senator, that was about as high up the political killing ladder as he got.

"You never asked before now." He said with a soft smile. "I was a mercenary." He told her with a shrug of his shoulders. "I had a short stint in the United States Army; lied about my age to enlist but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. I got dishonorably discharged at eighteen for assaulting a senior officer and lying about my age." He said with a bit of a laugh.

"My old man, he was a military man. After his death I felt like I owed it to him to enlist. Then I realized the guy treated me more like a rabid house cat then a son and I said fuck it." He shrugged again, glancing over to Violet. "Was a decade before I finally got these abilities. I still don't know the extent of them. I'm learning more everyday. I feel like... sometimes I move faster than I even realize it. I feel like I know what people are going to do in the arena before they strike. It's all so... new to me."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-13 06:00 pm UTC (link)

"Okay," it took her a moment to take in what was a lot like his life story. "So your Daddy was an asshole, you have a problem with authority, and you killed for money." All said quite seriously and then she broke into a sunny smile and started to laugh. "Life was certainly not boring. Here must be an absolute walk in the park for you." There was a definite layer of sarcasm there, but the girl was way too happy sounding to take it too badly.

Violet certainly wasn't prepared to discuss the onset of her mutation. A fourteen year old girl finding out that she could kill if she held on too long. Slowly growing changes in skin, starting to flicker like a firefly at night. Yeah, not all great growing up experiences. From 14 to 21 was waking up each evening and wondering what was going to happen that night...and trying to make heads or tails of others and how they felt.

"Could be a lot worse, a whole lot worse," still with that smile. One would never know how she really felt about her own mutation. About the fact that she always seemed to know what others were hiding. "All we can do now is keep on keeping on." Her mantra in life...sometimes you have to have regrets in order to survive.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-14 02:19 am UTC (link)

He nodded some, "Yeah, uh, that about sums me up!" He laughed a little, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. "Walk in the park no, all of my jobs were done with my swords. Here I have to hurt or well... like the last two times, kill people with no more than my hands or... a trusty rock." He gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Killing bothers me a lot more here because its so wrong. They aren't drug dealers I'm hired to kill because they sold drugs to a kid who ODed, they aren't crooked Senators that tip the ballot in their favor with their wallets. Here, we're worth nothing."

He looked at Violet for a moment with a somewhat sad smile. "I go to bed at night thinking that ever since I got these injections its all been some sort of... nightmare world." he laughed a little, then sighed. "I wasn't born a mutant. In fact, when I was brought here and they told me what it was, I didn't believe it until they showed me the blood results with that... I don't know. That gene that gives you abilities. I'm probably telling you way too much of my boring life right now."

He bit his lip a little in thought for a moment before catching the reflection of himself in the mirror, already noticing the huge gash on his head getting slightly smaller. By millimeters, but he noticed it. "I was dying. I had terminal cancer. I was thirty! I... I didn't want to die. They told me I'd have a year with chemo, but Hell, I couldn't afford it. So. I went underground. Two years of torture and living in a room no bigger than this and I'm here. Its like a nightmare that keeps replaying itself, but this DNA has kept the cancer cells from killing my good cells. My health was perfect on my last tests. I still had cancer when I arrived here. Now they say I'm stronger than ever."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-14 02:45 am UTC (link)

Her reaction was perhaps not what most would have expected, but then most people weren't as affected by the emotional states of others as Violet was. Generally, she made a point of keeping herself separated, intentionally. But really, after hearing a story like that, she did what came naturally to her.

Violet leaned over and wrapped her arms around him. Not exactly the kind of thing a person whom you barely know does, but Violet was special that way. She made friends easily and quickly...sometimes to the her own pain, but she did it anyway.

What exactly did one say to something like this? Not much. Sometimes the silence was the only real reply in a discussion.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

mercenary_wade
2009-07-14 02:53 am UTC (link)

The first thing he did wasn't to wrap his arms around her but to make sure his face was far away from any part of her; the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the moment by her telling him that he bled on her. He brought his chin up, and then his arms tentatively came around her small body, her lithe stature almost making Wade look like a perfectly ripped giant next to her.

"I didn't mean to upset you." His voice was much lower now that they were closer, and through the hug although it was long it wasn't uncomfortable, he started tracing invisible patterns on her back.

This felt natural. Good. Not like Abigail and him in the medical ward where she'd hugged him out of sheer guilt, he supposed. He was a physical person, but someone who hadn't had so much as a hug in years before Violet and Abigail. His mercenary work left much to be desired by anyone looking for a relationship; no one wanted that. He also told himself repeatedly that Violet was not interested, simply as friends and nothing more though he wouldn't mind at all if she needed these hugs more often. He was more than willing.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

notsoshy
2009-07-14 03:15 am UTC (link)

Sometimes she let herself get upset for others, reaching out beyond herself to get away from the whole thing of being self-absorbed. Then again, there was that part of her that said, I WANT to connect. It was the part of her that fought the whole idea of closing off and becoming nothing more than a weapon to make money for someone else. No matter how much it burnt to touch others, she continued to reach out and accept that pain. So even now, she hugged Wade, whom one could say she barely knew, in an effort to connect with him in a good way.

"You ain't upset me, sweetheart," which was true in her own mind at least. "You just seem like a person who could seriously use a hug."

Which she had figured out when she walked into the room, like he needed a hug and a nap.

Maybe Violet could use a hug too because she didn't immediately let go. Physical proximity was important to her, she wanted to hug, touch, be what could be described as touchy feely.

"I've had my mutation a long time," that was perhaps the nicest thing she could say about it. "Not always with the tattoos and the hair, but that's been around a while too."

Age was also something she didn't discuss much. He'd said he was thirty, so he couldn't be much past that. Violet was getting close to forty, which she certainly didn't want to admit to. Not when she knew that most people thought she was somewhere in her 20's. "And there are days when I don't want it, but hey, can't have everything right?"

She still hadn't moved away from him. It was easier to just stay there holding onto a person. Violet had still managed not to talk about her family or her real history.

(Reply to this) (Parent)