୨୧╼ Thanks To Faux Documentation Crafted By Violet’s Brother Klaus; She Was Able To Exist Amongst
୨୧╼ Thanks to faux documentation crafted by Violet’s brother Klaus; she was able to exist amongst monsters. Even if being in their presence alone made her stomach churn. Yet she did not have the luxury to avoid them, she would do what she needed to survive. At least long enough to help the resistance accomplish something.
The poor manner in which he spoke German actually made Violet giggle. Languages not taught from a young age were difficult to learn. She did not judge him; the effort was appreciated. “It is quite alright.” Though her accent was still present, she spoke English clearly. “I am not good at what you do. I have read your file, very impressive.” When he inquired if she was Violet, she offered a curt nod.
Violet took a key that hung around her neck and used it to unlock a door clearly marked ‘Employees Only.’ Once inside she locked the door behind them, before she led them down the stairs. Slender fingers flicked the light switch. The room illuminated to reveal a workshop filled with various tools, inventions, and weapons. “The Nazis have made astonishing progress in technology. It is my job to take salvaged equipment apart, figure out how it works – and repurpose it for our cause. Do you have a preferred weapon type?”
Blazkowicz's standard issue boots' heavy steps, taken in similar cadence to an army march, were unmistakable. His eyes, cold blue, narrowed as they scanned the establishment. Contact's supposed to be here. He caught sight of a few Nazis five pints deep and scowled. Felt like he was gonna throw up in his goddamn mouth. Of course he hated the bastards. But if he killed them now, he was a dead man, too. And if he were a dead man, they might never learn about what in the goddamn hell them krauts were doing in that big honkin' castle of theirs.
When he was addressed, he wiped the scowl (and the glare that had been directed at no one) clean off his face, and turned around. He wasn't in disguise -- uniform wasn't done being custom-tailored for him -- and thank God for it. If he had to spend any more time than he needed to in that thing, he might just do something he'd regret.
That must've been her. Sure looked like the description. Tall, slim, braids, pretty face, dark hair.
"Yes... let's," BJ responded in German. He could practically hear Agent One chastising him now: 'your German? Frankly, it's atrocious.'
"Sorry. My German isn't very good. Better at the whole, y'know... other parts of my job," he whispered once they were clear of any prying ears. "You Violet?"
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୨୧╼ Violet may have lived on The Strip – but she far for hypnotized by it’s glamour and excitement. It was simply a means to an end – as it was the place that had the most potential for work. She had a child to take care of in an unforgiving wasteland. Making sure Beatrice had as happy and healthy life she could was of most importance.
One could easily tell by scent alone that the man before Violet was intoxicated. Not uncommon for those who found themselves in New Vegas. A city that offered temptation of a pre-war silver platter. Yet she did not have the luxury of indulging in such things. People depended on her, and she could not allow herself of falling into the rabbit hole of debauchery.
“Don’t fret.” Pink lips curved upwards into a polite smile. “Yes, welcome to Very Fine Details! Your one stop shop for all your repair needs.” The moment he slid the paper across the counter, she knew exactly what he was there for. Yet she could not deny the heat rise in her cheeks when he called her, darlin’. Barely a moment past and she signed her signature to obtain the parts she ordered. “Are you alright? You seem a bit unsteady. Would you like something to drink? The temperature is scorching – even more so than usual.” Honestly, she was worried about the state of him. In good conscience, she could not allow him to continue on his way without water.
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[ 𝟛 ] —- - It wasn't every day that Wolf drank on the job. Mixing business & pleasure wasn't something that he found interest in; always keeping the two separate. It was difficult not make an exception in Vegas, though. After all, the drop off point wasn't very far—it's not like much could happen in-between walking from the bar to his destination. It was rare for trouble to brew, with House's robots always keeping a watchful eye.
After a few rounds at the Tops, he was a bit unsteady as he strolled into Violet's dwelling, trying his best not to drop her package. After managing to set it on the counter, he rummaged through his rucksack, looking for the delivery slip.
〝Hey, sorry, 'bout that—〞Wolf hoped it wasn't too obvious how much he'd been drinking, opening his mouth. 〝Violet Baudelaire, right?〞
Once the piece of paper was procured, he slid it across the counter, along with a pen. Leaning on the wood was probably the only thing keeping him from stumbling around & making a fool of himself.
〝Just need your signature, & I'll be outta your hair, Darlin'.〞
୨୧╼ Memento Memori, remember you will die. The motto was etched at the entrance of Prufrock Prep. It was fitting as every day spent within the school’s walls felt like a slow demise. Daily concerts held by Vice Principal violin concerts that assaulted their senses. Count Olaf dressed up as Couch Genghis forced them to do meaningless laps all night. The fact that their Orphan status practically made them pariahs was the least of their problems.
Charlie had not been like the majority of the students. The atrocious treatment of those deemed undesirable was considered the standard. At best they were ignored and at worst they were tormented. With a life infested with unspeakable horrors, all positive experiences were cherished. “Yes, it is wonderful to see you. From appearances time has treated you well.”
Eyes cast downward as Violet bit her lip. It was a rarity that she saw someone from her past and found pleasure in it. Her gut instinct was generally to flee as quickly as possible. If approached, she would deny who she was and make her exit. Not that meeting new people was any either. She lived an isolated life, scared to get close to anyone outside her immediate family. “How have you been?” With a small smile, she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear.
Years could move rather quickly. Charlie had memories of many things in recent years that left impressions. The stranger and stranger still. Prufrock Prep among them. It seemed to be an endless maze of the most odd rules he had ever endured. But endured it he had. Not everyone was so lucky- there were a few that got the brunt of it. But one pair in particular had seemed to be dirt beneath the bottom of the barrel. At least as far as it went with Vice Principal Nero.
What a fuck.
But the days that went by, Charlie could remember them. Her in particular. There was something distinctly memorable about Violet. Even if they interacted in limited amounts- by no means without attempts. But that 'school' had been a cage, separating them from the things they wanted or enjoyed.
So when a familiar face appeared as he turned, the dark haired man could only look surprised. His face, usually one of neutrality, had morphed into shock.
"Oh. V-Violet? Holy...-Is that you?"
"SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for tossing out the idea of being in a relationship or just kissing and seeing what happens after, adjust as necessary
i hear you're a good kisser.
are you staring at my lips?
how about a kiss for old time's sake?
maybe we could experiment a little.
have you ever thought about kissing me?
is there even an "us?"
a little bird told me you're a really good kisser.
could you see me as... more than just a friend?
what's a little fooling around between friends?
i'll admit, i have thought about you like that.
kissing you sounds like a very good idea.
i've been meaning to ask you out for ages.
maybe we could... see what happens.
there's no harm in a little experimentation.
did you want to kiss me back then?
for what it's worth, i really enjoyed the kiss and i wouldn't mind doing that again sometime.
could we pretend this is our first kiss?
maybe we could go on a date sometime.
you could start by coming closer.
just wondering what you taste like.
i saw you looking at me earlier.
could we talk about... us?
i'm not interested in anyone but you.
i bet if we tried, we could make it work.
a kiss won't kill us.
wanna makeout?
quick, kiss me before they walk over here.
i've wanted to kiss you for a long time now.
i never had the courage to ask you if you'd kiss me.
could i keep seeing you after this?
i really enjoyed it, by the way.
you're a much better kisser than i expected.
well, that got out of hand quickly.
maybe we should redo our first kiss.
next time, we should make it a date.
can i kiss you?
kissing sounds really fun right now.
have you been kissed before?
i never liked kissing until you.
you are... unbelievably good at that.
give me a minute to catch my breath.
your heart is racing.
are you okay? you look very flustered.
are my cheeks burning?
figured we're both about to die, so what the hell.
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