Once school was let out, Vi walked home solely to drop off her things. The physical movement made her body temperature rise, so she took off her sweater. Her shoulders were a tad cold, but all that mattered was that she wasn't stinking up her clothes by sweating. She knew how her dad would feel about that.
Walking up the steps of the manor, Violet went to open the large, antique door when Hilda opened it for her. She was in her maid's outfit, even though Vi had told her years ago it wasn't necessary. Most days, Hilda ventured to wear regular clothes, but when she didn't, V knew why. Her father had finally left his cave for more than three minutes, which mean everything had to be perfect. It also meant she'd have to gracefully shoo away any of his guests. Particularly if they were his creepy business partners.
"Come on, girlie. I have things to do and you need to vamoose," Hilda said to her as she pulled Vi inside.
Hilda was always looking out for Vi, and she appreciated the extra assistance in hiding from her father and whoever was over today. The maid shooed her upstairs, saying, "Get your stuff in your room and grab whatever you need to head out." She grabbed Violet's hand, placing her father's credit card in her hand. "Go crazy," she winked.
Violet smiled, a little more evil than necessary. "My pleasure." She didn't have the heart to tell Hilda that she already had Mr. DeWinter's American Express in her purse. She supposed she'd just have to rack up a charge on both... though perhaps not in town.
Everyone already knew of Violet's wealth. It was pretty moot to flash it unless she were to go into one of her favorite little boutiques. Mentally, Vi made a list of things she could do as she put her things in her room. On her bed, her cat named Louis sat. She scratched his head, plopping a little kiss on his forehead. Putting her father's credit card and a small paperback copy of Emma by Jane Austin in her purse, she slung it across her shoulder and folded her sweater over it and through the strap. Making her way out of her room, Vi stopped for only a moment to reapply her ruby red lipstick and to tuck one side of her hair out of her face. Then, she shut the door behind her and snuck down the stairs. From the front door, she saw her father just around the corner. Next to him, in the parallel loveseat, balding Mr. Gooseneck sat. Making a faux gagging face, Vi opened the door and left with a clack.
The town was quiet, and she noticed that everyone was avoiding her. When she went into the small coffee shop, the cashier simply pushed the money towards her instead of handing it to her. Violet narrowed her eyes, turning into a snake. She felt ten feet tall.
"It's just a fucking rumor." She didn't mince her words. "At least I'm not working a good-for-nothing barista job where shit like this happens," That's when she took the sugar dispenser and dumped it all over the floor. She dropped the container on the ground, hearing it clang. "It's almost like I'm just an heiress who's capable of a tantrum," she said with a calm smile though her eyebrows were arched like a queen's.
"Now, thanks for the cappuccino. Have a lovely day!" she said with a sickenly sweet tone as she set a hundred on the counter, hoping the money would make up for her tantrum. The bell rang as she left the shop.
She felt her cheeks inflame. Every year, the adults of the town treated her like this. Like she was some sort of deadly creature who had the touch of a monster. Perhaps it was an actual curse that she carried. It didn't stop Violet from seething. She was already an outsider due to monetary reasons, now there's this whole murder rumor that follows her every Halloween. It was bad enough that any sympathy she had for prior victims was moot and useless. Everyone was going to see her the way her family was built to be seen.
Sitting on a bench surrounding the fountain, Vi tried to calm down and sip her coffee. She opted to observe the town from afar, people-watching instead of participating.
I love Ever After High, I collect the dolls. But, I’m not sure about this concept tbh...
Random question: Why do Prince Eric and Little Mermaid have separate kids? Are we going with the mermaid dying and Eric married (and had a child with) someone else like the original tale? Or has someone been less than faithful?
Hi there! I was thinking that in cases with pairings like that, the Child of Ariel would have Ariel as their mom while having a different father. And vice versa for the Child of Eric. While they have been married for the purpose of fulfilling their storyline, it would just be easier to assume that there's no blood relation between any children of romantic pairings (for obvious reasons). This would just be easier plus it's more so the forced embodiment of the story that's the focus of the rp as opposed to the relationship with the parents. If it helps, try to think of "The Little Mermaid" and "Prince Eric" more so as roles instead of actual people.
This is more so a WIP rn bc I don't want to invest all this time into a group that not many people are interested in, so thank you for your question! It really helps (:
Vi swallowed hard at Eli's words. She knew what she had said was unkind; part of her wanted to push his buttons. It at least kept his interest, though even she couldn't deny she was acting like a little boy on a playground. Would Eli's parents say she's just being mean because she likes him? If so, Violet would want to punch either of them. While it may be true, it's not like it's okay. She's just not at a place where she can really work to change things.
"Sorry..." she mumbled, turning her eyes downward. Eli's words and Ben's addition to the awkward silence forced her to confront the faux pas she just committed. She tried to clear her throat again. "I didn't mean to..."
This was always where Violet got herself into trouble. Being blissfully unaware of her cruel remarks made her plow through conversations, letting her come out on top. Today was not the day for her to do this, however, and it only made her falter. The "DeWinter Heiress" persona was off for today, and how ironic was it for a Redgrave to bring it out?
Focusing her attention on Emily and hoping to move past her little moment, she looked at Denise's kite. "Aw that's so cute!" was all she said. Needless to say, it was hard for Vi to recover from such a thing.
Before waiting for Emily's response, she looked at Ben. "It seems so," she said with a small smile. It was demure but sweet enough to seem genuine.
Violet looked at the kite one last time before looking behind her to see the subject Elijah was discussing. "That's the new girl. Denise." She said it casually like it was old news to her. In a way, it was. Vi was always in the know about things of this nature. Hilda had mentioned to her that Mrs. Covington was inviting her granddaughter to come to stay with her. After a little bit of digging, Violet became very familiar with the girl's past, particularly that they were of somewhat similar economic status. Still, she held no ill will toward Denise and she was dimly aware of how obvious it was that she was spreading rumors. So, she added, "Though, that's just what the random internet nobodies say about her."
Vi made eye contact with Elijah. "She's a rich girl from New York, perhaps here because of some sort of disciplinary problem. Maybe drug abuse? Who knows." So maybe she had no basis for that last suggestion, but a few rumors wouldn't hurt Denise. Besides, she didn't need anyone on-upping her place as the revered heiress. "You know, Eli, if you were to come out from that rock you live under, you might be able to keep up." Though she tried to simply tease the boy, given she was a little sweet on him despite their family's histories, it came out snarky.
Looking back into Eli's eyes, she continued. "Not to mention, all you have to do is ask the girl who she is and be friendly." This time, Violet managed to be a little softer in her tone. She was attempting to be friendly, though it was obviously not her specialty.
Swiveling on the desk, she turned towards the general direction that Denise was. "Hey there, you, new girl- what brings you to this podunk town where the most interesting element we bring is our murder rate per capita?" She opted to not joke about the witchy rumors, though she would in the past. It was only now as weird things began occurring in a higher frequency that she began to question the validity of those rumors. Though, perhaps it would've been better to mention that, given present company. She looked at Eli out of the corner of her eye, clearing her throat a little. Though Alex wasn't found dead, she was aware that going missing at the Festival is not the ideal way to run off.
Violet smiled, oddly charmed by Emily's antics. It would be very easy to make fun fo the odd-ball for her constant spewing of factoids, but Vi was feeling nice today. She had her morning coffee, and she had enough odd occurrences last night to enjoy Emily's. She listened to the facts about caffeine, remarking to herself mentally about how she should probably not to drink her afternoon Monster. Setting her coffee down on the desk, Violet delicately flattened out her pants and pulled at her sleeves. Once everything was in check, she looked out of the corner of her eye to see the paper kit. Turning to look at it closer, she plucked it out of Emily's hand.
"Oh that's cool, girlie." She studied the kite closer, seeing that Emily got everything right, down to her makeup. It was actually pretty remarkable, given how much detail Emily captured in such a small space. For once, the genuine side of Violet peaked through, and she took a second to joke with the other girl. "Thank you so much, this is lovely. I love the sharpie," she smiled.
Setting it in her lap softly, Violet looked at Emily's desk and saw there were more paper kites. "Did you make one for everyone in class?" To say that Vi was touched by the drawing was an understatement, given it brought out the curious side of her that rarely made an appearance. Usually, Violet was only tolerant of others, maintaining a certain amount of separation and coldness. Instead, she leaned closer to Emily, trying to get a closer look at all the little drawings.
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