The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-02-27 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, violet, wild child |
As hard as it is...
Who: Violet Silva & Kyle Gibney; Mastermind later.
When: Evening Sat (2/28) during the fights.
Where: Near the Bar; then in the bar itself.
What: Violet's taking a short break and gets to meet the Wild Child himself. After taking some time to go see Jason, Wild Child returns to let Violet know he can't stay. Then Jason pops up himself.
Violet leaned her elbows on the railing and stared up at the sky. It was time for her to have a break. She had taken up a job at the bar, working as a tender. It meant she could play pool on her breaks and earn extra money. Not that many of them were too happy about the fact that she was the table queen. So she was good at what she did, that was never, ever, in dispute. Besides, no one was putting a gun to their head and making them play. The choice to play was all theirs. It just so happened that they were up against a person who almost couldn't lose and it had absolutely nothing at all to do with the luck. Sure, occasionally there was a little breathe of luck that ran across the table. However, that was the exception, not the rule.
The rule was: she ruled. With a slow motion, she swept her hair away from her face and over her shoulder. It was getting somewhat long, half way down her back as opposed to curling at her shoulders. Part of her wanted to keep it the way that Tracy liked it, right at her shoulders, long enough to pull back into a ponytail if she wanted. However, there was also that part of her ready to let go of her former life. The former life snatched away from her in a hale of gunfire.
Husband and son, both dead. Many in her situation took the fact that she called her human lover her husband as a sick joke. No mutant could marry another mutant, much less marry a human. So it was all wrong. It didn't matter to her. Tracy was her husband. Richard was her son. That was the life they had built together. Her former life now over.
Revolve was her life sentence. Not that she hadn't been expecting one given she had killed a couple of the officers of the law responsible for killing her family.
Running her hand down her leg, she flipped the tab on the thigh holster she used to hold her cigarettes. Violet was never going to see the need for a purse. It just wasn't in her nature. Once she'd retrived her cigarettes and lighter, she lit one for herself and put the set back. The lazy curl of smoke was welcome. Nicotine. Maybe she'd live long enough for it to kill her.