Survival
Who: Pippa and Violet When: Late Morning Where: The Clinic
Violet was a little sleepy as she headed into the clinic. She'd been more or less laying low while all the trial stuff was going on, mainly sticking to the clinic just in case anything happened. She'd been feeling good. Becka was off to start some brand new awesome life, she had Eric distracting her thoughts as she tried to figure out what direction she was headed there.
The cameras being out were odd, and they made her a little nervous, but she was hoping that things didn't get too out of hand. Or out of hand at all, really. Stretching, she settled in to start going over medical records, even if there wasn't much to add to them.
Pippa was fueled. It was the only word she could think of to describe herself right now. She'd made up her mind that this Violet person was the one she needed to take out her anger on and Pippa had come prepared. She moved carefully, quickly through the halls, hand posed at her side as she headed toward the clinic.
She was a nurse, right? She should be in the clinic. And with the cameras down, what better opportunity than this, than now? Everyone was freaking out, trying to figure out how to patrol this place when they really should be worried about the places they thought were safest.
It shouldn't be this easy. She'd snagged a knife from the kitchen, actually taking the time to wrap the handle with a piece of fabric from one of her t-shirts, and that was what she held glued to her side as she came into the clinic and closed the door, doing her best to keep the knife just out of sight. "…You got a name?" She asked Violet, no need for any real pleasantries here in her mind.
Violet looked up, already putting on her professional smile. "Hi." she greeted. "Yes, it's Violet." she introduced herself. "Can I help you?" she asked, glancing over the woman for any signs of injury. She looked fine, so far as she could tell, but there was any number of things that could be going on that weren't readily apparent.
"…Yes, you can," Pippa said, gripping the covered handle of the knife as she did. Pippa had taken the time to see where Violet setted, just another moment of being quiet and observing before she launched at the girl, knife up by her side. There was something deeply satisfying about feeling the blade puncture and slide into the side of Violet's stomach with the force that Pippa used. With one hand holding Violet's right shoulder, Pippa withdrew the knife. She took a moment to regain her footing, somewhat caught up in the red that now covered the blade of the knife, before she went for Violet's neck, gripping the back of it tight with her free hand as she brought the knife up to the skin there.
Violet hadn't seen that coming. She hadn't seen anything of the kind coming. She was so shocked, when the pain hit, she was left staring, eyes practically shouting 'why'. And then the girls was going for her throat, and she drew in a sharp breath to scream, hands coming up to try and defend herself but she was slow, so very very slow.
Pippa moved within that moment, hand gripping the back of Violet's neck tighter. She got the knife across her throat, jagged with effort as she sliced, in order to keep Violet from screaming. This girl was nothing but cannon fodder to Pippa, no ounce of empathy or regret in her eyes as she drew the knife across to complete the injuries.
Trying to breathe, all she got was a gurgle from her throat. Heat splashed down her form, drenching her, her attacker in arterial blood. Violet choked and sputtered, clutching at her throat as she started to fall to the floor.
"Survival of the fittest," She said, looking back down at the knife as she stepped away from the girl, who was now just 'the body' in Pippa's mind. Pippa didn't much care that she now had Violet's blood on her. She had a plan to dispose of what she needed to anyway. She held the knife off to the side and carefully, carefully took the bit of fabric at the end between her fingers. Then she let the knife unravel itself and drop with a clatter to the floor. It would be easier to dispose of the fabric than the weapon entirely and she was confident enough in herself that she hadn't left any prints on the actual knife.
Pippa then took the time to ball the fabric up in her hand and reach for the hem of her gray t-shirt dress. All of this had been planned, what she'd worn, what her weapon was, everything. She pulled the dress off and turned it inside out before putting it back on. It would give her enough time, hopefully, to get back to her room before anyone would see. Ideally, that was. "I'd put some coins on your eyes, but…don't exactly have any, so you're on your own there," She told Violet as she pulled her dress back on. Turning toward the door, Pippa took a few steps toward it then looked back at Violet on the floor. “See you in the next life. Don’t worry, I’ll understand if you don’t like me then.” Shrugging, she reached for the door and opened it to let herself out without another look back at Violet.