Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 3:12:35 GMT -5
A/N: Big Thanks to Lilith, Sarah and Eric for the help. *Hugs*
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Sarah: Red, hmmm?
Lilith glances over at her. She continues to suck on a lolly, while sitting on one of the over stuffed chairs in Sarah's condo apartment. She pulls it out with an audible 'pop' sound, smiling up at the dazzling ginger standing before her. She gives a slight shrug.
Lilith: I like red.
Sarah smirks a bit at Lilith's vague answer. She leans down and gently holds the raven girl's chin toward her.
Sarah: We need to remain focused alright? That is the only way people are going to know who's in charge around here.
Lilith's about to respond when the sound of heels echoing through Sarah's apartment cause both women to look up. Violet enters the room. An odd expression on her face as she suddenly lets her large black leather tote land on the hardwood without much care, further adding to the echo in the room. Her Dark red hair is pulled up in a tight french braid, tied at the end with an over elaborate Black Bow, a little plastic skull in the center. Lilith can't help the smile that spreads on her lips at the appearance at her own living doll, the only thing she has even close to a daughter. She's dressed in thigh high leather boots, tight to her legs, the 3 inch heels adding noticeable height to her otherwise small frame. Her legs are covered by equally tight leather pants, reminiscent of 'Sandy' at the end of Grease. She strips off a cashmere purple sweater, throwing it nonchalantly on the back of a really expensive looking easy chair, much to further the rage starting to build in Sarah's already angry face. The Sports bra underneath doesn't leave much to the imagination. She walks over, placing a kiss on the cheek of her maker before looking up at Sarah and smiling sweetly, obviously fake and contemptuous of the power that seems to be held here. Her makeup although dark is much more tasteful than the original makeup Lilith that painted her with. She tilts her head to one side before the smirk widens and her voice, heavy with sarcasm finally breaks the silence her entrance has made.
Violet: There was never any doubt about that, Sar-Sar.
Sarah stands and comes nose to nose with the girl. Violet cracks another smirk, no intimidation on her face.
Sarah: I suggest you hold your tongue in matters you know nothing of.
Violet: Or what? Will you let Logan have his way with me too? I am well aware of the way things work around here Sar-Sar but that doesn't mean I will cower at your feet. Like it or don't, either way it's not my problem.
If this were a cartoon, Sarah would have steam coming out her ears. Her hands clench and unclench. She raises an open palm but Lilith steps between them, taking Sarah's hand in her own.
Lilith: Sarahhhhh be nice! We have to be good parents to little Violet, we don't want her to run away.
Sarah's eyebrows raise
Sarah: Excuse me? What the fuck ...
Lilith cuts her off with a finger to her lips
Lilith: Surprise. I wanted to wait until dinner to tell you but I chose red because now she has a piece of both of us. I carried her, cared for her and the beauty she gets from you... obviously! Don't you just love it? You should hug your daughter, Sarah! All good Mommys hug their kids!
Sarah: What?! Fuck No! Lil...
Lilith cuts her off again
Lilith: I didn't want to spoil the surprise by telling you my plans before. Isn't it so perfect... A perfect little family.
Lilith grasps Violet and pulls her and Sarah into a tight almost suffocating hug. Part of Sarah's anger melts away at Lilith's good natured laugh which fills the once volatile room
Violet: I guess you're Papabear then huh Sar-Sar?
Sarah scowls at Violet with her cheek pressed firmly against Lilith's ample bosom. She responds with a smile and blows her a kiss. Lilith almost seems oblivious to the evident jealousy and contempt in Sarah. She releases them both and claps her hands in excitement like a small child.
Lilith: Wait till you see what I have planned for dinner!
She runs off to the kitchen, both women watching with entirely different emotions running through them. Once Lilith is out of earshot, Sarah turns on Violet once more.
Sarah: If you think...
Violet takes a seat in the chair where her sweater rested and crosses her long legs. For a moment a thought crosses Sarah's mind but it's gone just as quickly.
Violet: I would never hurt her. She helped rid me of the parasite that was Mack Cooper. If it makes her happy for me to think of you like a parent I will. I have nothing against you Sarah. But don't expect me to be a slave either. Spent far too many years being suppressed and controlled. What I will be is your friend and an ally.
Sarah stares at her, considering her words
Sarah: I'll consider it, I've never needed ... Friends...
The word feels vile and wrong coming from her lips
Violet: For now, for Lilybear a truce then. When she's around at least.
Violet holds out a gloved hand, Sarah looks at it a few seconds before giving it a quick shake and then unconsciously wiping it on her pant leg. It makes Violet laugh. She then picks up her phone and starts searching.
Violet: What's a good Thai place around here?
Sarah: Lilith is making dinner ...
Violet cuts her off with a raised eyebrow
Sarah: Yeah,... But the Vietnamese around the corner is better.
Sarah picks up her phone and dials as the scene fades out.
~*~
The room is a disaster. Normally this room would be a pristine white, a Canopy bed sits in the middle, lacy duvet with matching canopy. There is a sweater hanging off the top, the arm hanging down as if it's reaching for help. the Duvet is throw back haphazardly, half on the plushy lilac carpet. There is a large utilitarian Dresser beside a door leading to a walk in closet. The dresser itself is cluttered with various products. Mostly open tubes of mascara half dried out, a broken eyeliner pencil and a spilled bottle of black nail polish which has left a permanent black stain in it's wake. The closet hasn't escaped this tornado. The various articles of clothing inside are piled in the middle, leaving the racks full of empty hangers reminding the viewer more of a Skelton with how bare and white it looks. The room is large enough to have a little sitting area. Two overstuffed chairs sit in front of a gas fireplace. There is a large purple teddy bear sitting in one of them. The other has an open bag containing some questionable smelling wrestling gear. and in the middle of the room lies one small woman with her deep scarlet hair up in pigtails as she stares at the back of the closed bedroom door. With a growl she picks up something from the floor and hurls it at the door with a frustrated primal scream.
Can't believe she told me to clean up my room... like I'm a friggen child! Talking to me like she's actually my parent!
She huffs and walks over, picking up what is revealed to be a picture frame with a large crack down the front of the glass. it's a picture of her and her sister... or rather Mack's sister Amanda. She looks at it a minute, a strange look crossing Violet's face before she smirks and puts the picture face down on the dresser.
Looking around she huffs again before picking up a hooded sweatshirt. She picks up it's hanger but then stops when she suddenly spies the window, then instead of putting it away she slips it on and walks over to the window, opens the sash and peers down. It's about a 3 feet drop straight down. She almost thinks it's hopeless when she sees the drainpipe in the darkness and smirks. Climbing out the window she blows a kiss to the still closed door and reaches for the pipe and in no time is hitting the ground below with ease. She pulls the hood over her head and walks toward the front of the building, slinking past security when they're busy arguing about who gets the last jelly dounut.
When Mack had her turn, she'd dread walking alone at night. she was afraid of it and the unknown that accompanied it. On a whim she pulls out her newly bough Iphone. The case on it is purple with a teddy on it. A present from her Mamabear. She was tired of the twitter shit, it was time to get serious about this Atreyu guy. She turns on the option to record and switches the view so that she's staring at herself. She starts with a smirk.
"It is I... the great and powerful Violet..."
She chuckles before continuing
"So my efforts have not gone unrewarded...I stuck my neck out there and instead of all the attempts at 'Marie Antoinette-ing' me like I expected, I get what I actually wanted. A chance to go after that US title. Something that little 'Mack' couldn't get in her 3 matches. Something that Chelsea Armstrong still hasn't gotten. And you know why it was me that got it? And No, not because I'm sucking some dicks. Not because I'm in league with the boss, but because I actually made the good doctor think twice about just casting me aside. He claims it was because he was bored but the truth is that he sees potential in me. Not that I give a fuck if he does but if that's what it took to get a shot then alright... who am I to argue that. Fact of the matter is... I'm betting he's saying on the outside that he thinks I'll fail in this 'try-out' match but inside he's probably hoping I win. He knows that I will actually be decent competition. It's too bad that I will be taking that little accessory from him thou..."
She looks at the screen a moment and then shakes her head.
"Wait, no it's not. It's a friggen blessing. Who the hell beats up men in taco suits for fun?..."
She puts a finger to her lips.
"Well... I guess I would... but who goes around saying that the world is full of filthy traitors...."
She smiles.
"I guess I might say something like that too but not that I care about traitors to the country....oh no I think Dr. Do-right is a little too serious about what holding that title means exactly, so I make it my mission to nip that little play in the bud as soon as possible."
She gives a smile and then the camera spins a little to show a garage with two cars and a motorcycle. She slips inside and something is heard jingling. She slips the phone in her pocket and it goes black as the sound of the engine starting and it jostles around as she's obviously taking off. There's a sudden honk of the horn and some muffled curses then the bike comes to a sudden halt. Something large and rounded comes into view and the phone moves again and Violet's face is in view again.
"Sorry about that. Now, about my opponent this week. Do-little's selection. Benjamin Atreyu. Now does anybody else see that his last name is the same name as that weird kid from Never Ending Story? No? Hmmm... guess it's just me then. However little Benny Boy you will not have a happy ending like that kid. No. All this talk of how my 'Vapidness' will cause your little pea-brain head to explode is just a way of avoiding the inevitable. Oh wait, you're surprised that I know that word? I know a lot of words. I know the word Moron. I know the word insatiable. I know the word Fastidious. Which is what you are sir. It wouldn't matter what I had said in those tweets. It wouldn't have mattered if I had scanned a picture of a Harvard degree with my name on it, you still would have accused me of being some empty headed valley girl. I have news for you Mon Cherie, I am far from stupid and you will learn that this is not where my skills end."
The camera pans again as she walks up to a counter. There is a flash of a familiar golden arch before you hear Violet speaking.
"Ya, I'll have a double quarter pounder with cheese, hold the pickles... no wait... can you put them on the side... I might want them later...."
"Do you want the meal?" the cashier's voice filters over as the camera watches the side of Violet's face as she thinks about it.
"Ya okay. Fries and Diet Coke, cuz you know I'm trying to watch my girlish figure after all..." She gives a smirk and looks at the camera with a wink. There's a chuckle from the girl behind the counter.
"Do you want anything else?"
Violet is about to answer when her eyes suddenly go wide.
"Is your happy meal toy... Bears?!"
"Why yes..."
"OH my god. Can I have one of each of those!"
"Uh.. okay. Do you have a child at home?"
Violet smirks again.
"You could say that. Thanks."
The cashier gives Violet the price and she pays with a serious of beeps from the register she's given her receipt and moves to the side. After a few seconds of watching Violet doing various facial expressions, one including sticking her tongue out, picking her nails and using the camera to make sure there wasn't anything in her teeth her meal is ready. She takes the tray to a table in the middle of a bunch of people with computers open. She still has the camera looking at her and she smiles while pointing. She turns the camera to view the lot of them again and you hear her voice.
"Nerds!."
She turns the camera back. She stuffs a couple fries in her mouth and talks with her mouth full.
"Oh lovely Quarter Pounder... you are pure fat and I love you!" She tears a bite from the sandwich and looks down again at the camera.
"Atreyu... You are like this burger because I'm going to devour you. Oh I know you will turn that into something dirty probably I mean you are the outer shell of a red blooded American Male after all but I could be taken for surprise and you'll make more comments about how I have nothing but fluff between my ears. That's okay, you can keep going on thinking that. Just like I'll keep thinking that you make up for your lack of meat between your legs by talking big shit. In fact I've noticed a trend lately, your mantra seems to be calling people incompetent idiots that can't measure up to your greatness."
She shakes her head, taking another bite of her sandwich, a little bit of ketchup spilling onto her chin. she doesn't seem to notice it.
"But the fact of the matter is that you and Waylon seem to be narcissists because no one else seems to share your ostentatious system of self worth. Oh and in case you didn't notice I'm purposely using big words because that seems to be the only way that you pay attention to anything but I get the feeling that whenever you do a promo you write down everything on a piece of paper while searching out words in your trusty thesaurus. And in the same fashion when someone gets wise to your game and like me uses these words in their promo against you, once again here comes your paper steggy and you look up those words so you're not the one that appears to be the one lacking intelligence."
She takes a sip of her Diet coke and swears.
"Shit can't those idiots get anything right. I said Diet Coke! Oh well..."
She shrugs
"You know I was thinking and I would love to be able to see things from your point of view but then I realized I wouldn't be able to get my head that far up my own ass."
There's a single masculine chuckle. Violet smiles.
"You like that? Here's another one. Roses are red, Violets *she gives a sweet smile* are blue, I have 5 fingers and the 3rd one's for you."
She gives the guy the finger and the laughter shuts off immediately.
"So where I was, oh yes I was talking about how I think this so called intelligence of yours is feigned. Lucky for you how smart either of us are or your ability to look up works and their definitions has no baring on the outcome of our match on Sunday. You see Atreyu, you Say you may not care that I have a title match if I beat you but deep down you do. You are wondering to yourself, how did this little bitch get a shot over me? The answer is simple really...
She leans into the screen, looks both ways before whispering,
"I actually have some skills...."
She pouts.
"Oh I'm sorry Benny Boo, did I hurt your feelings there? Here's something you can do. Open up Google, and search how many fucks I give... Let me know if you get any results for that... My prediction is negatory, mon Frere."
She sticks another fry in her mouth.
"I didn't just sit behind my computer like these nerds here..."
A chorus of "hey's" rings out and Violet crumples her face.
"Oh come on, you losers know it's true..."
More voices agreeing with her and then going back to clicking.
"Now, I'm going to sum this up real quick. Sunday... I am going to kick your sorry nerdy ass all over that ring and when I'm done I might just beat you up a little more... just for shits and giggles...then I will be going one on one against Dr. Mcfuckingcrazy over there and claiming that US belt for the winning side. You can't fight the future and the future is me, Lilith and Sarah. I hope you like the taste of sand because you'll be eating my dust as I ride up the ladder while you sit down at the bottom, forever envious of my feats."
She gives a cutesy almost out of character giggle and then wiggles her fingers at the camera.
"Hope you have a good night there Benji, until Sunday. Tootles."
She reaches forward and touches the screen and the video goes black.
