|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?