Violet versus Pixie Who: Violet versus Pixie When: July 4th Tournament; Round Two Where: Obstacle Arena What: Violet takes on Pixie.
Why was it that tournament day always made her keyed up and crazy? Perhaps it was the way that those around her reacted to it. They all knew it was a day when a lot of people were going to go to the Infirmary and some of them were not coming back out. Some of them were going to die. It happened every month, kinda like the island had its own period. Bleeding things out into the world in the form of bodies.
Not exactly something that Violet wanted to think about, at all. However, getting up that morning, she'd have known it was a tournament day without anyone saying anything at all. That was just the way it was. Her heart knew it. Her brain knew it. Her body knew it, little twitches of pain in her right hand from where the bones had been broken on several occasions. Still, she got up and got dressed, aware that not wanting anything to do with the circus of morbidity was not going to cause anything to go away. All she had to do was get through the day. Get through the day, make it out of there with her life.
Technically, she was fighting for no one but herself. No one owned her, she was property of the block. The Block Owner got a percentage for her upkeep. As far as she was concerned, that was enough for her. Gleeson could have his cut and she would use the rest to make this place as livable as possible. Feed her clothes addiction, find herself some things to pass the time, maybe a hobby or two. A hobby would probably help her with her anger management issues.
Round one wasn't anything to write home about. Nothing at all. It was another close up fighter and it turned into a straight up fist fight quickly. Violet was simply better trained when it came to boxing, so she dropped them with little major issues.
She ended up with a few streaks of dirt on her skin, but other than that and an under the skin bruise or two, she came out none the worse for wear. Then they sent her into the obstacle arena, not her first choice of arena, but she could survive that. At least, she hoped so.
Hanging out near her entrance, she waited to see who was going to come out on the other side. Part of her was really, really hoping not to end up in the infirmary with a broken back or neck.