I'm Violet Harmon, dead, living in the murder house with way too many other dead people. I love Tate I love music I love reading I don't like people. That's pretty much all there is that you need to know.
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a;sldkfsldf Guys I am so bloody fucking sorry everything's been super duper hectic all the time everywhere with everything, especially on the roleplay sites I admin for so yeah I'm back and here to stay I promise please don't hate me too much.
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She giggled, a grin crinkling the corners of her eyes and pulling her lips back, exposing white teeth and revealing small dimples in her cheeks. "That sounds wonderful. Just make sure you Febreeze them first, I don't want dead people stench on me either, y'know?"
She pondered his explanation, or theory if you would, about why exactly her idiot father had gone into psychology and nodded, "Or maybe, he knows he has a problem, and doesn't want to admit it, so he went into that profession because it would prove that he was sane enough to do it." It would make sense, him deluding himself and everyone else into such a false sense of security by taking up that profession. But Violet didn't quite buy it, so there was a weak link in his façade.
She nodded, "Yeah, I get what you mean. But how many people would choose to never learn anything? Imagine how much more stupid everyone would be then." She shuddered in horror at the thought, making a retching motion as a joke, her eyes glinting with amusement as she glanced at him once more.
She pulled her sweater tighter around her thin frame, shivering slightly as a particularly strong gust of wind caught her by surprise, "Well that sucks." She muttered, she'd been hoping there would be at least something mildly interesting here...at least the school had a library. "But sure, where do you wanna go?" She questioned, staring down at her shoes as she walked toe-to-heel on a crack in the sidewalk.
"Alright I will." He got a big smile on his face. "I'll pass by the mortuary when I'm in the area. I'll ask them if they got any boots left from the dead they were brought in there." He said while he chuckled.
He turned his head to the left, where Violet was walking next to him. "I don't know? Maybe he felt like it was vocation or something? I don't know him so well yet, but I know him good enough to say he isn't all normal himself."
"Hm well, I guess you'll have to get used to the fact you'll be surrounded by idiots for the rest of your life. Not just this school, but the whole world is full of them. There's a small chance you find someone you can get along with perfectly, if you're lucky." He said while rolling his eyes. "School is just bullshit, you don't learn shit in here. They should change the law where you had to go to school until like you where twelve and then make you choose yourself, or at least let you choose what subjects you'd like. And then not boring subjects, but subjects that are actually useful."
The wind was blowing hard and the weather was pretty cool. He zipped his jacket up and pulled his backpack right. He laughed at the face Violet gave to the security camera. "Well there's not much to do around here, as you may know it's kind of a boring city so yeah, maybe we could just hang out somewhere?"
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"Start collecting boots for me then?" She asked, smiling a sweet little grin, one that almost portrayed innocence. She then rolled her eyes, "Ugh, tell me about it. Sometimes I wonder how the hell my father ended up as a psychologist...I swear he's the one that needs to be committed, not his patients. He's a fucking nymphomaniac." She curled her lip in disgust, thinking about the reason why they had moved cross-country to California in the first place. "I can't believe that a school as big as this doesn't have more...intellectuals. Or...people with common sense. All of those goddamn idiots must have chewed on lead bars when they were teething."
She agreed completely, "Unfortunately, choir is a team sport. Thankfully some of these dip shits actually have real artistic talent hidden underneath the layers of retardation." It was true, really, her choir was quite talented, though she hated to admit it. "You're right...but some of it is interesting. I think it would be better if it weren't against the law for us not to go to school, you know? I like learning when and how I want, not having shit shoved down my throat and jackhammered into my brain." She pursed her lips and shrugged a shoulder, she knew her opinion was odd, most people just didn't want to do any sort of academic learning at all, at least from what she'd seen so far here.
She picked at the fraying cloth strap of her bag as she walked, taking a moment to flip off the security camera pointed right at her, offering it the sweetest, most sarcastic grin she could muster. "I dunno. What's there to do around here?"
Tate smiled when Violet told him what she'd do to them if it would get worse. He liked it when people had some more potency. "Tell me when it would come that far, I'd love to help." His smile got even bigger.
"I don't really have a clue why my mum thinks about me that way, the only one in this with a fucked up mind is my mum herself. And of course the rest of the stupid people in this building."
"It's really not important anyway, since we're planning to skip the rest of the day." He laughed. "That's the good thing from art class, you can do it at home, where you don't have all those hopeless around you so you can concentrate more on what you're doing." He scratched his head. "Uh biophysics then I guess. I don't really care about the name of it though, it's just another subject. School isn't important anyway."
Tate put all of his books and other stuff in his locker and took his jacket out, ready to go. He didn't took any books with him home, but he did have some homework. Not that he would do it so he just left them here. Violet walked her way out of the building and he followed her. "So, what shall we do?"
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I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.
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"Pulp Fiction?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side, "It has John Travolta...wait you've seen Grease?" She asked, her excitement peaking a little. She loved theatre, musicals especially. "But yeah, I think it's called Pulp Fiction. Do you wanna watch that?"
She giggled again, and nodded, “Sounds good.” She sat there, thinking about it and then offered up, “We could watch something like…well…” She scratched her head, “We could watch an Arnold Hitchcock movie, like…The Birds? Or we could watch…Psycho?” She shrugged, “I really only know older horror movies…not much from the 90’s. Except disney.” She cocked a crooked grin and plopped down on the ground next to him.
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