RWBYFanon v5
RPG World of Remnant => The Vale Region => Beacon Academy => Topic started by: Uncouth T-Rex on September 13, 2016, 12:19:54 AM
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From where we left off. (http://rwbyfanon.com/smf/Archive2/index.php/topic,3245.0.html)
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‘I should get out of here, ‘ She thinks piteously. What the hell was she even doing here? Trying to be a hero? She'd killed a enough of a handful of better contenders already. Redemption? This wasn't some childish story, no this was real and no matter how she was deemed by law she know what she did. She was a garnered of hatred, someone who rallied in front of the most despicable people known to Vale. And due to her family's influence, and the fact that there were other children like her involved, she was spared the life time of condemnation she deserved. She didn't deserve to be here, she thinks as she sickening feeling in her gut. ‘Heh...I’m more fucking guilty for getting away with my crimes then committing them.’ She bites her bottom lip as silently thinks of a way to escape to leave , she wasn't supposed to be here.
Violet felt someone touched her back, and recoiled slightly at the touch. ‘What the…’ She relaxes as the touch becomes a gentle touch, in a calming motion. In the dim light she saw a large man crouched beside her and attempt to comfort her. Violet struggles to swallow her sobbing and croaks out in a small voice. “I..I didn't meant-to wake any...anyone. But y-yes tonight has been… difficult” She replies wiping her face on the inside of her hooded blanket, and she shivered.The feeling of Grimm jumping on her face hadn't quite left her senses yet. She wanted to push the man away to make him leave, but the night was aged and the shadows seemed to creep in the corners so she silenced her anxious thoughts, hoping he might stay and keep her company.
Violet realized she didn't have her makeup on, but there was no way to deal with that problem. To put it bluntly Violet had run out of shit to give. She was sweaty, and the fabric she was swathed in was almost suffocatingly enclosed. Plus from what she had seen from earlier, if there was anyone who seemed like they could keep a secret, it was Marlon. After looking to her sides to ensure everyone else was asleep she lifted her hood slightly. She let out a slight sigh of relief as the cool air rushed to her face and neck. Even in the dim light her marring was visible, Her face was a patchwork of skin tones abrupt changes in color places where skin had been grafted, and other raised discoloration from burn marks . At the base of her face were two small tribal-esque tattoos but they seemed to be etched into her skin as if the pattern had been gouged into her before the ink had been laid. Violet let out a shuddering sigh she glances at Marlon before looking at the ground. “I have too… m-much on my mind, to f-fall asleep.” she states in an exhausted gravelly voice.
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Marlon came very close to recoiling at the sight of her face once the light hit it. Just what the devil had this girl been through? Thankfully his own features were still in shadow, and a lifetime of watching grisly injuries made this not so repulsive as it might have been to others.
"Don't ya mind, Miss, I was already woke." he explained, shifting from his knees to sit down next to her. Putting a friendly arm around her, he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and looked her dead in the eyes...say, those peepers looked awful familiar...and that voice...She was that tiny little thing from earlier, the one who'd flung Fruitcake around. Well I'll be...
"Ya need to talk about somethin'? I'm not much for sleep right now myself." Shucks, she felt durned small in his arm like that...she was tough little mite, for sure.
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At the feeling of someone's arms around her Violet had to stop herself from shuddering, sure the action itself was comforting and it was from someone that she knew she could trust. But she did not like people touching her, and her skin was easily irritated, that feeling of someone's arms laying on it send shivers down her spine. Clearing her throat Violet croaks out. “You ever feel like you don't belong somewhere? L-like everywhere you go you're re...reminded about ... “ Taking a deep breath Violet presses her fingers against her temple. She wanted to vent, hell for once in her life she wanted to scream out what she was feeling. She didn't even last a day before losing her shit, and she knew if she didn't let it out somehow find some sort of outlet, she would make a week let alone the whole school year.
“I… I Just have a feeling in the pit of my st-stomach, some...something I carry with me. “Everything I've ever known has been ripped away from me, everything I think I-is right end up b...being so, so wrong… I j-just c...can't believe that somehow every...everything's gonna somehow go perfectly” She croaks hardly audible from her cracking weak voice and stuttering babbling sobbing. “A wave of fuck...f….bullshit and death follow everything I do, and I can't help but think this is going to be the same.” Violet sniffles trying to regain her composure, ‘I’m babbling’ she thinks irritated at herself. She wasn't good with conveying her emotions, hell this guy didn't even know her and she just dumped a vague lifetime's worth of problems on his lap.