There are so many things I want to do, but can't. Who: Violet OT Forever When: Friday Night, March 27 after the first round of fights Where: Medical What: Violet's been beaten, not that anyone is terribly surprised other than Ethan and needs some assistance.
Oh fuck that hurt. Every time she breathed, Violet was reminded of how much that hurt. Her Friday night fight had gone rather like this: she stepped into the ring and got whipped like she stole something. The arena was asphalt, not exactly a favorite after her turn in the tournament, but it wasn't like she hated this particular arena either. She hadn't really gotten to a point where she had a favorite arena really. They all seemed to be pretty much the same. Large boxes of misery.
Violet preferred to avoid misery. Pity she was going to get to be miserable for a while.
Her opponent was a telekinetic of some kind, though not strong enough to pull up chunks of concrete and hurled them at her. Thank god. However, the percussive force of being hit, repeatedly, broke bones. She took one across the face in the first couple of seconds that blanked her vision completely.
All in all, she was done in under three minutes. Quick and dirty, very much like sex, unnecessarily painful, not like the sex she liked. Ambulatory, if severely dazed, she walked out of the arena on her own and right into Ethan who looked as if he were mad enough to spit nails.
"Did you just throw that fight?" Violet blinked at him, her bell rung bad enough to not understand what he was saying while she was struck by the feeling of his anger. "Answer me."
"Go away, Ethan," the filter on her mouth and her brain was obviously malfunctioning. Otherwise, she would have probably said: Go away, Mr. Wayne.
"What did you just say to me," he slapped her in her already cracked jaw.
"Ow," she grumbled and then started walking again, seemingly ignoring him. Good sense at least said she should not keep talking to him because if she kept talking to him, she was going to say something she would regret. The blow he landed to the back of her knee put her down for a moment and the anger picked up in the air around her.
Do not snap. Mentally, she kept saying it, pressing her hands flat on the concrete to keep from balling them into fists and beating Ethan into the ground. Hitting him would be the absolute worst idea she ever had.
"What did you say to me," he asked her again, his voice calm despite the anger coming off him like he was a beacon.
"I said go away. I don't throw fights, you stupid prick. What fucking good would it do me?" Okay, so she could keep her hands under control, but she had apparently lost the ability to bite her tongue. "Next time, don't put me up against a telekinetic. Don't you even read the damn roster?"
"How dare you," he wasn't yelling down at her, but it was obvious he was becoming less impressed with her by the moment.
"Leave me alone, Wayne," so she'd gotten a little bit better. "I'm going to Medical and then I'm going to bed. You want to bother me after that feel fucking free." She crawled off the ground then, limping her way to Medical. Ethan hurt her, but he didn't follow her.
By the time she got to Meidcal, Violet's head was swimming, but she found herself a seat and settled to wait for a chance to be seen. There wasn't any blood. Just as well. A couple of cracked ribs, a busted jaw slowly swelling up to keep her from talking, and the knee injury her own boss had given her. Beyond that, a myriad of bruises. Such an odd sight to see bruises seem to slip under her tattoos. It just looked really and truly weird.
Violet didn't care. She leaned back in the chair she'd found to sit in and tried to focus on the ceiling to keep from falling asleep. She most likely had a concussion, so sleeping was a bad idea.