sad girl.

( save me from you. ) indie violet harmon. selective.

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      Whoa, whoa, whoa.    Hang on there flower.          Did you really just bring up his MOTHER?         Lips twitch into           a disgusted frown as          DAGGERS set out to stab the sense back         into the girl.      He’s not PLEASED, Violet.              “—Why the fuck would you bring                her up? She has nothing to do                 with this, Vi.    She’s a STUPID                cock sucking WHORE.       She                 doesn’t give a           shit about                                   anyone but herself.” 

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          Her words have their intended effect,     Violet            smiles wide, rather smug, and lets out a laugh.           Yes, she did. She did mention his mother - lets           be honest, it's the only thing she really knows            to use when she wants to piss him off.                            "Low blow. Sorry." 

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                          “Wouldn’t it be funny if I just                                            dropped this right now?"  A wicked little grin twitched to cracked lips as the Devil taunts  the flower with his match. Imagine it:   flames burning  throughout the entire house.    And yet,  nothing would change.          We would  remain the way we are-  dead and lost. 

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             "Go for it. Not like this place is getting any better.              --- maybe they'll refurbish it once the fire's out."  Lip curls in response, brow raised without much care for the fire - burn it down if he's like. If it ends up killing them, then they'll just come back, if it ends up letting them go free, then she doesn't see the problem. It's a wonder no one thought of it before.                "I wonder how long it would take for your mom to come running in screaming."

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peeks in to say hello ;;

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                                               an empty home; a vacant hell                                                i knew you in the harsh realm.

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     And there it is. The basement. Its a daily routine she’s forced herself into, standing at the top of the stairs for a good ten minutes before deciding against stepping inside, walking into the dark to find the crawlspace, visit her own grave, and such. The Harmon ghost, as per usual, hesitates in the doorway, waiting for a sound - something to warn her off. But nothing comes, just silence. Silence until ——                                                        “—Anybody here?”

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        She’s doing her rounds; Ben told her she should get around more rather than stay cooped up in her room for months on end. Recently, Violet has been more reluctant to leave than ever, maybe it’s because it’s almost Halloween, almost an anniversary, almost a bitter memory coming to haunt her the day she’s supposed to be free of this place. Still - someone’s got to make sure no one’s broken in and gotten themselves killed in this pit for damned souls. Slow steps echo on the floorboards, she squints at the walls.                          “This place is a shithole.”

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"Now that’s bullshit.”

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         "You have no way to prove that it is or isn't bullshit."

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"That’s bullshit. You’re into it."

C’mon. He can make you purr, sweets. 

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          "I'm dubious." She'll deny it to her last breath, probably, if she hadn't already taken it.

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Feisty little flower. He likes.

"Oh baby. I like it when you talk dirty to me.” 

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    She'll offer him her most brilliant,     most sarcastic smile, and turn her head.           "If only the sentiment were returned."   Sigh.        

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"Is it hot?"

Pause, pause, pause.

“Or is it just me?”

Wink, giggle, snort. Shit, of course it’s him.    You may look but don’t touch. 

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            "---I think it's the fire I'm about to             set on you if you don't     shut the             fuck up."                      She's trying really, really hard to look unamused.

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and so we’re living in a culture made of death and fear

it doesn’t seem the human race will make it through the year

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It isn’t her favorite time of year. Never has been—she was always more of a spring/summer aficionado—but this year autumn has come with extra weight, the reminder that she had failed Adelaide as a mother not once but twice, in both life and death. And this year Constance isn’t going to celebrate Halloween. There will be no candy, no decorations and any knocks at her front door will go unanswered. So perhaps it’s fate that it’s Violet Harmon she spots first today—and she’s envious, envious of Ben and Vivien because their daughter is there with them and hers—hers is lost forever.

                   ”You don’t have to tell me twice.                      What’s brought you out of hiding?                      It’s—-it’s nice to see you, Violet.”

—And she means that. No, Violet isn’t her daughter—but she’s someone’s, and  that’s enough.

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                Violet's expecting some kids are going to dare their friends to stay a night in the haunted house. She intends on keeping the riff-raff out of the walls with their blood in their bodies. Then again there's a good chance that history will repeat and Chad will force Patrick into doing the place up -- good advertizement for a house he'll never be able to sell. This place has a way of echoing non stop, even if the walls are thick and absorb the sound Violet will always be able to hear someone's death, even if it was years ago.                   The appearance of Constance honestly has her conflicted. She's not sure if she should hate the woman or feel sorry for her. There's a good chance she can do both, honestly. Just like she can love Tate but hate the sight of him. The Harmon ghost folds her arms across her chest and presses her lips together, skittishly glancing at the walls to check for any unwanted listeners.                          "My parents think I should get out more.                          How's my brother doing?"

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         it only takes a moment of attentiveness for the boy  to  sort  through             momentary chaos and register  the familiarity   of  the  features  in  front  of              him —— of course he’s seen her drifting through the flocks of  students  in             each hall, for, the girls entire essence screamed what most  would  call ‘odd’             ( tate just couldn’t help but notice  such  souls ) yet  human  nature  refuses             to  break  it’s  usual  patterns  and  pre-notions,  leaving  differences  to  be             destroyed in the form of bodies being shoved into lockers and fists  hitting             bone ——  thankfully for him,  people  seemed  to  know  better,  she didn’t             seem to be so  lucky —— ah  but  despite  such  knowledge,  tate  is  hardly             content on showing the  least  amount  of  interest ( he prefers the silence )

            still, there are words flowing from her mouth and he feels obligated to show             some sort of response despite his own aggravations —— so with a shrug of             his shoulders and a narrow of tired eyes, he’ll fully break his  concentration             with the pages at his grasp, only spitting forth the  smallest of  words  from             a rather swollen tongue ( it’s obvious you’re planning on  staying  anyway )

                                                                     ”——no.”

                                         for a moment he thinks you’d look good                                              with the color crimson on your skin.

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            Hardly one to make her fear known, anxiety and worry never gets to her usually but the room temperature seems to drop suddenly and she feels cold all over. Is it his eyes? Something. She's drawn to the cold, it's too warm in the eyes of people all too willing to smile and then stab you while your back is turned. There's a certain kind of honesty in the way the boy seems to hate just the sight of her when he doesn't even know her name. All honey eyes and pink lips, she watches his response, fingers pawing at the pages of her book. It's not a nervous tick, although there is a sense that she needs to busy herself with something else. She swallows, a brow raises and she opens her book to the marked page without looking.                                                             "Good."               Her attention turns from him quickly, she feels like she shouldn't disturb him more than he already has -- the decision is made that he's not friendly. There's probably a reason why he's sat alone and there's no one looking at him. Violet begins to read, but she can't quite focus. She isn't one to be driven away just by someone's presence but -- she's hardly comfortable sat opposite him now. Gaze flickers up to the boy once more and she opens her mouth to speak quietly.                            "So is everyone in this school a complete asshole or is it just that bitch Christina?"

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             stranded — the current sensation  beating  along  a  pulse  that  ticks  with              the clock perched against the white of a library wall  just  above  the  mess              of blonde locks  seated below — another soul left to rot  within  the  horrid              grasp of the public school system, for, tate langdon is nothing  more  than              just another social outcast amongst a sea of  young  faces — ignorance  is              absolute bliss in the minds of the common and the boy  just can’t help the              way he pities them with an  absolute  disgust ( blind to their own demise ).

                                       OH BUT THEY’LL LEARN SOON ENOUGH                                       JUST HOW HORRIFYING THIS WORLD IS

             so for now, try to forgive the way his soulless eyes are scorning  you with              a film of filth over his tongue, for, the sight of an approaching  figure  was              just too uncommon to ignore —— oh and when you sit down across from              his hunched form, he’ll all but pierce you with his dagger like gaze.

                                                      ( you must be new here )

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            New here? Oh, she's new here all right. Not that she particularly wants to be, but it's not like she had a say in the matter either way - the usual case, her family needs a 'fresh start' away from 'bad memories'. Yeah. She's pretty fucking bitter about it, too. It's not her first day here, but it's the first time she's managed to make it to the library before catching someone's fist with her face. The Harmon girl might have a reputation already - argumentative bitch. Can't seem to keep her trap shut. She's seen him around, too - but heaven forbid she ever said hello until now, he seemed so absorbed in his reading.              Violet doesn't mean to disturb, though normally the intent would be there, there's something dark in the way he's hunched and it sets her the wrong way, but all at once she's tempted just to try and catch his eye. She holds a book in her hands, it's thick - Stephen King's IT, though it's not normally her taste. The plan is to sit opposite him just until she catches a glimpse of his face. What she gets it a glare she's not too fond of.                                                                     "Should I move?"                                           Her tone suggests she has absolutely no intention of doing so.

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               “—Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re either going to buy something, or move along. You’re attracting attention, and I don’t like attention.”                She's running a drug business, for Christ's sake. Violet may have hell backing her but she really prefers not to have to run from the police just because some idiot wasn't smart enough to realise that taking their time paying up and taking their product is going to attract the cops. There's a frustrated sigh, it's best you don't test her.