“this address here,” hinrich replied as he handed the girl the paper on which he wrote the address. “it should be somewhere around here. do you know it?” as he waited for the girl to answer, hinrich grew anxious and began to ramble. “i’m a handyman, see. like, i fix stuff. this time it’s a toilet. but i don’t only do toilets, i do all kinds of stuff. not that i’m trying to sell you my services or anything, i just…” what was he trying to do, besides fill awkward silence? honestly, hinrich wasn’t sure.
violet took the paper, and scanned the address. “i know it,” she said, cutting him off before he could continue. she understood that. that nervous energy. that overcompensation. “that’s cool you’re a handyman. i can’t fix anything for shit,” she replied, admitting a little bluntly. she smiled, and nodded in the direction he needed. “it’s this way. i can take you,” an awkward pause. “only if you want.”
“a-actually…” ber stuttered all too often, whether he sang, or tried to talk like any other normal person, he was just shit at it, but then, this precise moment was due to him being a little caught off guard by the dark haired girl and her seemingly flawless features. it reminded him of something tomás always talked about. muses, and stuff. “just a little smush, over there.” he pointed at her cheek.
she realized he probably wasn’t expecting her to say something, and really, vi wasn’t expecting it either. so they stared at each other as silence began to fill the space between them once again. until he commented on something on her face. almost immediately, violet’s cheeks began to burn red, as she moved her hand up to wipe whatever it was away. “did i get it?” she asked, softly, removing her hand just a bit so he could see. “is it gone?”
she’s born and raised in the pacific northwest, and has a typical american accent-- doesn’t really have a specific regional accent.
VERBAL TICKS:
she is kind of quiet, and has a tendency to make remarks under her breath.
LANGUAGE:
english is violet’s first language, however, she also knows korean, and a bit of spanish from taking it in high school.
ARTICULATION:
violet’s usually eloquent when she isn’t anxious. however, she can trip over her words when she’s nervous, and interject with “uh,” and “um.”
EDUCATION:
violet’s pretty educated, and only getting more so. she’s always had a strength in english, and grammar is an essential part of her job, so she knows the correct ways to speak.
LAUGHTER:
it’s a lot to get violet to laugh if you aren’t close to her, but when you do, it’s usually a small laugh that builds, and she snorts if she laughs too hard.
GRUMP:
all she does is make snarky remarks under her breath.
BREATHING:
she is a quiet breather until allergies hit, and the only thing she can do is sniffle.
mannerisms.
FACE:
her emotions are not usually on her sleeve, but she has visceral reactions to things, particularly when people say stupid things,
HANDS:
she’s very particular with her hands, she uses them to make a point in very important circumstances. she also doesn’t touch people in conversation unless it’s important or she’s overexcited and not controlling herself, then she grabs arms or smacks them (lightly)
LEGS/FEET:
she’s very still, unlike her siblings, and doesn’t really do anything with her legs aside from the occasional foot tapping from anxious energy.
EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS:
violet has a tendency to bottle everything up, until she’s so full she bursts, which can be very messy. these don’t happen often but when they do, the only thing you can really do is take cover.
HABITS:
she chews on pen caps. she taps her nails on hard surfaces. hides behind her hair.
POSTURE:
when she’s feeling confident, she can stand and sit straight, but otherwise, she’s slouchy
health.
DIET:
she’s pretty good at keeping a well balanced diet, has her fair share of guilty food pleasures
SLEEP:
violet has terrible trouble sleeping, and it’s been this way since she was a child. she sleeps no more than a couple hours most nights. she takes ambien, but sometimes, that makes her too groggy. when she does sleep, she’s a very light sleeper.
MEDICINAL DRUGS:
she’s on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medication, she used to be on mood stabilizers.
NARCOTICS:
she smoked cigarettes for a bit, quit because they’re bad. she smokes weed, but mainly on a dab pen. she’s from seattle, after all.
personal.
INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?:
is that even a question, she’s an introvert
OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST:
she’s what she likes to call a realist. she knows not everything’s gonna be one way or the other, but she likes to approach things from a perspective that seems most logical (if not a little anxiety based)
SEXUALITY:
she’s bisexual, she’s out, but she’s not loud about it, it’s more like if you know, you know
INSECURITIES:
everything, jfc. but really, she hides behind her hair a lot because she just feels embarrassed, she has a habit of wearing baggy oversized clothes because people seeing her makes her nervous.
relationships.
FAMILY:
she is pretty close to all her family. as the eldest child, she lords the power over dash and jj a lot, but also cares deeply and would kill/die for them. she loves her parents, but they embarrass the shit out of her
FRIENDSHIPS:
she never really had friends growing up, but being here, she’s made a few and sort of understands how important they are
BEST FRIEND:
meg and oswald, they’re both very similar to her, and she’s found them to be the most comforting presences in emporia, aside from dash and jj
LOVE:
violet finds it difficult to love. she likes enough, sure, but allowing herself to take that leap, is such a scary thought she often self sabotages before she even gets to a point of love.
business had slowly but surely been picking up for hinrich. then again, emporia wasn’t that huge of a town, and there was only an auto mechanic to serve as his competition, so a handyman like him was sure to be needed eventually. today’s repair was close to where he currently lived, according to google maps, but as he got further, the wind interfered with his signal and he soon found himself lost. “crap,” he muttered to himself. this could only mean one thing: he would have to ask for directions- preferably from someone who wasn’t intimidating-looking. hinrich scanned the block, and found himself making eye contact with a young brunette woman. “uh, hi? hi!” he called out to her. “i’m, uh, kinda lost. you wouldn’t happen to know your way around here?”
violet had decided to take a walk. something she did when she was overwhelmed or stressed with work, which happened to be her for the last couple hours. she had gotten a few pages out but then hit a block. she almost didn’t hear the guy calling her at first, she was already lost in her thoughts when she caught up to him. there was a moment of violet zoning back in, catching the end of the question. “hm?” she piped up. “oh, yeah. where are you heading?”
it was only a matter of time. at least, that’s how violet tried to reason what she was feeling. it felt like she had slipped and fell and just kept falling. there wasn’t an end in sight. there was always a natural bond between her and oswald. a connection. it was only a matter of time. they hung out all the time. he was one of her best friends. she didn’t know when the lines between friendship and love became so entangled, but one day, she looked at him, and she knew. violet couldn’t even look at him anymore without her face turning bright red. sentences were hard to form. thoughts came out jumbled. she was fucked, because she was in love with her best friend.
vixey
violet was always in awe of confident women. there was a lot of admiration for putting themselves out there, which is what initially drew violet to vixey. she exuded a different type of confidence. a warm one that stuck with vi long after her encounters with the girl. every conversation she had, violet was intrigued and riveted. she could have spent hours just listening to vixey. then, they started seeing each other, and they got closer, and she could call that smile of vixey’s all hers’. they were laying in bed weeks later, it was midday, it was raining, it was violet’s favorite kind of day-- lazy. their limbs were tangled together, and vixey’s head was on her chest. this is what she wanted. this is what she wanted to wake up to every day. this was love.
violet never liked attention. to her, it was mortifying. she didn’t like to be put on the spot, or singled out, because it only would force vi into a spiral of shame. however, recently, something had changed. violet had gone from wanting to be invisible to wanting someone to see her. specifically, she wanted one person to see her. tiff, by all accounts, was closer to her junior high tormentors than anyone violet would have hung around with. but, something about her, it drove vi nuts. every encounter they had, vi just craved more. she wanted tiff to see her. she wanted to be seen. that was bigger than love for violet. that was an intimacy she rarely allowed herself. but with tiff, it felt like it came easy. it came natural. it was their latest interaction she realized. it was needling, waiting and wanting to be realized. and when violet looked at tiff, with her bright blue eyes and sad smile, she knew. she loved her.
violet didn’t know it was happening, until it hit her in the face. pacifica, by all accounts, was not the type of person violet would have spoken to-- hell, it was just obvious, there was a difference. but, violet couldn’t stop thinking about the blonde girl. it wasn’t a lot at first, a passing thought here and there, then it escalated. something had switched on in her mind. because all she could think about was the girl’s smile, the way her hair fell on her shoulders, how vi wanted to make her less sad all the time, the fleeting touches when they’d interact. she realized she loved her on a friday, sitting on her laptop, attempting to write for work. as she stared at the blinking cursor, the only thing going through her mind was pacifica. it made violet bright red, and instead of typing the novel she was assigned, violet had to put her thoughts into words. so she wrote the words she could never bring herself to say-- a love letter that she would never send.
if given the choice, what historical figure would you make a double dutch team with? multiple answers are allowed, because this is a team obviously
“most historical figures suck because they’re just old white men being recognized for doing bare minimum. probably cleopatra, or anne bonny, the pirate.”
“um no, no… i just, took a look at the chart when i got here, and noticed a pattern. parr is a rare name.” webby admitted half chuckling. she was so embarrassed by her little obsession with interesting details.
“oh,” was all violet said at first, a bit surprised anyone put in the effort. she sort of understood it. she would check people’s social medias out if they had classes together-- see if they had some sort of connection, a mutual friend, whatnot-- but she’d never admit it. it was to ease her thoughts of being in a room full of strangers. “yeah, i get it. they’re my younger siblings, they’re a bit chaotic, but they’re cool enough.” she paused. “jack jack is cool enough. dash is a dork.”
when it came to instant connections, nothing quite felt as powerful as his connection with violet. it felt seamless from the moment they first talked. she made him feel important and special, because she understood him. they had a similar aversion to social interactions, which made theirs so much more pleasant. his smile at her grew affectionate as her wry smile came into view. “anything i could help with?” oswald asked, resting his head in his palm.
violet, in typical older sibling independence, shook her head, glancing up over her laptop at oswald. “no, no, just if you see my motivation, will you tell her to come back?” she joked. her humor was shoved deep down, guarded by her usual apprehension in people, but oswald just felt comfortable. she had pretty quickly brought out her sarcasm after she met him, knowing full well he could handle it, and that she could trust him. “what are you reading?”
she tried to stop rambling so much. certainly she could be more concise. but still, she wanted to share all the details of everything important to her which was everything. “have you tried tea to help you sleep?” she began digging in her purse to find a notepad, “i can give you a really yummy recipe! it always helps me sleep, especially when i’m sick. it works when you’re not sick too.” her own ten hours of sleep were so important to her. she always felt so icky when she got anything less than eight. she couldn’t even process how someone could manage without getting sleep. “i can even make you some of my sleepy cookies! they have lavender in them.”
insomnia was something she suffered with since she was a kid. it was a constant pain for her mother, who would have to deal with the brunt of vi’s sleeplessness, but as she got older, and moved out of the parr household, violet was forced to face it on her own. she had tried everything. “i drink chamomile usually,” she said, before raising her eyebrows. “though, i wouldn’t be opposed to trying something different.” at the offer of the cookies, violet shook her head. “oh, no, you don’t have to do that for me, really. insomnia just... sucks.”
jack jack didn’t mean to be a nuisance. generally, they were thought to be pretty closed off. but, wherever jj went, trouble followed, and they were growing used to consequences for things they definitely had no control over. at least, not that jj could see “i don’t know.” it was a shitty excuse, but entirely honest. things like this always happened, there was no use in questioning it “i put it out, but.. am i gonna get fined for that?”
she sighed, and brought a hand up, pinching the bridge of her nose in a poor attempt to relieve some stress. “no, i don’t think you should, is it damaged beyond repair?” she looked at them, and then swiveled back around to her desk. “just make yourself comfortable, and don’t worry about it, okay? these things figure themselves out.” she flipped open her laptop, then looked over her shoulder. “i have some work i have to do, but i can play music or something. what do you wanna listen to?”
