If there ever was one place more obnoxious than LA, it had to be Las Vegas, Violet decided after what seemed like the millionth attempt to leave. She was standing at the exact same spot she found herself at when she randomly appeared in Vegas, but every time she took another step further, the invisible wall around the city kept bouncing her back. It had to be similar to the invisible wall around the Murder House, she supposed, and she was never able to get past that either, but she was nothing if not determined and stubborn. Except after spending a whole hour or more doing nothing but failing at her task, even her stubbornness was beginning to fade. There's only so much you can do in a day. She'll try again tomorrow, she decided.
So with a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes, she gave the Welcome to Las Vegas sign another disdainful glare, and turned around, walking in the direction she came from. Now, don't get her wrong, she really didn't fancy going back to the Murder House again, but what did it matter that she wasn't stuck there anymore if she was still stuck anyway? She really thought that after Halloween was officially over, she would find herself back with the other ghosts, and although the thought didn't really appeal to her, at least she was familiar within those walls. She knew why she was there and why she couldn't leave. Vegas, though, that was a mystery.
Claire had suggested that maybe if no one was able to leave, Violet wouldn't be pulled back to the house either, but Violet didn't really give that idea much thought. That's what the house was supposed to do, right, it pulled you back once Halloween was over. But it didn't, and Claire was right after all. It had been a shock, but Violet came to a conclusion. Whatever this place was, whatever kind of magic it had, it had to be stronger than the Murder House. That's why she wasn't back there yet.
And they were all here for a reason, she was sure of that. She didn't know what reason, but she had a hunch it wasn't anything good. Naturally.
These thoughts running around in her head, she found herself back at the hotel, ready to make her way up to her room - which was shiny and extravagant and nothing like her room back home - when she saw a man outside, smoking. Smoking. Jesus, that's what she needed right now, a cigarette. Unfortunately, she didn't have any with herself when this place pulled her here, so coming across this guy was a blessing. With determined steps, Violet made her way over to him.
"Hey. Would you mind giving me one of those, I really need one."