Violet Ward ☆ Tinker Bell (notallbad) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-11-01 01:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !halloween, !plot week, violet ward |
Who: Violet Ward
What: Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?
Where: Her apartment in Chicago
When: Late Saturday night, October 31st 2015
Warnings: Suggestive content, a dead body. Happy Halloween!
As far as Halloween nights go, this one had been pretty uneventful for Violet. She'd worked a shift at Happy Endings, since the club always had an appropriately themed show for the holiday. After that she'd gone to a couple parties, had a few drinks before she decided to call it a night. In truth, she loved the aesthetics of Halloween more than the actual putting on a costume and going out to party all night aspect of it. Violet had already been through her wild days, she wasn't really into that anymore. Honestly, she was really looking forward to going home, curling up on the couch with some leftover Halloween candy, some lit candles, and watching whatever horror movies were on TV. Or maybe just going to bed. As lame as that sounded, Violet wasn't actually against an early bedtime.
It wasn't even midnight yet, it was barely nine o'clock, but Violet was ready to settle in for the night, so she was extremely annoyed when she walked into her darkened apartment and immediately heard sex sounds. Unsurprisingly, her roommate was busy getting laid. Not exactly an uncommon occurrence for her, and Violet wasn't down with the slut shaming, she just really wished they lived in a two bedroom apartment. They were both dancers, and still too poor to make enough of a living that they could afford not to share a room. Violet wasn't usually home often enough for it to be annoying anyway, but tonight was definitely one of those rare times when she was really wishing for a wall of separation between her and her roommate currently getting lucky. Gross.
She slammed the front door shut, hoping it was loud enough for them to hear, but the weird grunts and yelps didn't even pause in their slow incline, so Violet sighed and made the short trek to their room. If she was getting sexiled, she was sleeping with her own comforter, goddamnitt. Not wanting to see anything that might scar her for life, Violet walked into their bedroom without turning any lights on and made a silent dash for the comforter on her bed, trying to carry it out in one hand while plugging one of her ears with the other, refusing to even look in the direction of her roommate's bed in case her eyesight adjusted to the dark quickly and she could see any outlines.
Violet settled in on the couch, wrapped herself up in her comforter and put her ear plugs in, immediately starting to doze, so she didn't even bother turning on the TV. She went right to sleep, and for a couple solid hours she was completely content, she didn't even wake up once from her roommate and her latest conquest being too loud. But something woke her up around 11:50PM, and she wasn't sure what it was, but Violet suddenly jerked herself awake as if something had jolted her right out of her sleep. After trying to fall back asleep for a few minutes, she gave up and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. That's when she realized, the apartment was eerily silent. No more sex sounds anymore, which probably meant that it was safe to actually go sleep in her real bed.
Taking the glass of water and the comforter with her, Violet shuffled into the bedroom, groped her way in the dark to her side of the room and turned on her bedside lamp, almost immediately dropping the blanket and the glass of water onto the floor with a sharp gasp. Written in what looked like red paint over the head of her bed was:
Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?