Violet Romono

"The devil doesn’t come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. She comes as everything you’ve ever wished for."

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“Maybe if you ask me a little nicer I’ll answer your stupid question.”

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 “Oh be nice to the poor thing, it’s over there on the left.”

“Someone is in a poor mood today”

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“Interesting to know that it is a tactic of yours. It just tells me all the more about your…organization.” 

“Do you hear yourself? You sound like some evil villain who just exposed a big secret. I shouldn’t have had to tell you that was the tactic, that’s the point of a statement. You should stick to killing and do less thinking.”

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“It was rather poorly executed, in my opinion. A massacre isn’t effective unless you leave no witnesses.”

“If we had wanted no witnesses we would have left none. I like to think of the event as more of a statement than a targeted attack.”

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“I was new. I didn’t know what I was doing here. A guy I was seeing led me to the place. Wasn’t really aware that he had ties with the mob or me signing my life away to the Heart meant that I did too.  And it would be vain o me to say that I’m one of the best, but I am really good at my job. Thank God you have your job because you’re really bad at guessing games.”

“Hm so disappointing. I was hoping you’d be more interesting.”

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“I suppose that is one way to think of it.”

“Not a fan of our work Lydia? I would have thought someone like you would have at least admired from afar.” 

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Perhaps he should have been afraid, but Easton barely cared about his life any further. If he had a life outside of drugs and sex. He couldn’t remember half the day most of the time, so he gave a slightly shrug and continued walking away.

Violet had no desire to clean up the mess that would be caused by killing the courtesan so instead she aimed just left of his head and fired putting a bullet in the door frame. “You should be more careful. You might bring unwanted attention to yourself and your precious club.” She said before slipping away.

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“Did you know prostitutes can make the best serial killers? I guess we end up snapping because we get sick of people’s shit. And by the way, I’m a courtesan, bitch,” he snapped before turning to leave. He’d make it a point to make sure no known Jokers would come near the White Diamond, if only for the girls’ safety.

Violet laughed, “Did you know I killed my first man at the age of sixteen? I’ve lost count by now but I will gladly add you to the list whore.” She watched him turn to go and pulled out her gun. “Lesson one, never turn your back on a Romono.”

“Run, run as fast as you can before I shatter the little diamond.”

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“Sorry. Should have brought a gun with me, would have gotten my point across better. Regardless, I hope you nor your family have any intention of stepping near the club again.”

“I could take my gun apart and put it back together again quicker than you could get a shot off prostitute. Your idle threats are the least bit intimidating however we have no need for the club. We have made our point.”

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“Let me just go kill people you care about and we’ll see how friendly you are. On the plus side, I guess I’ll see you in hell.”

“Are you finished? I don’t have time for teary-eyed sob stories.”

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Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away, where innocence is burned… in flames. A million mile from home, I’m walking ahead. I’m frozen to the bones, I am. The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head. The thunder of the drums dictates the rhythm of the falls, the number of deaths, the rising of the horns… ahead. From the dawn of time to the end of days, I will have to run… away. I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste… of the blood on my lips… again.

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“I didn’t realise this was a free therapy session, but I’m not damaged. Just angry. I suppose they come across the same. I didn’t come to Wonderland for the great conversation, so yeah. I really did just come to sing.”

“You could have gone anywhere to sing and you clearly were not born into this lifestyle so either you were running or your talentless. However, if it were the second I doubt you’d still be alive.”

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“I love my wife very much, so I’m not sure where you’re pulling your information from, but your sources may want to be changed. There are plenty of heirs with plenty of marriages that produce heirs. Does that make you the same as all of them because if so, it really doesn’t matter if we are alike because there are thousands of others.”

“Ah, see you’re jumping to conclusions again. I said based on love. I love my husband and you, your wife but that doesn’t stop you from sleeping with anything with a pair of tits. James, how many mob families do you think there are with women in charge? You’re an idiot if you think that falls into the thousands category. There is three of us in Wonderland and i’m sure if I knew Rebecca’s son better we’d all have similarities.” Violet took a deep breath and shook her head. “I can’t make you believe it but I was just trying to make you see that you’re not alone.”

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“The nature of my marriage really doesn’t mimic yours as all. I don’t understand where you’re drawing your similarities from, but one moment of usefulness does not make us alike.” Rolling his eyes, James leant back against the wall and shook his head. “I’d say you’re reaching.”

“I’d say you’re denying.” She countered. “Don’t be an idiot James. We’re both the heirs to our mother’s thrones and have to produce heirs of our own. Our marriages are not exactly based on love and we were both raised looking after our siblings. If you can’t agree to that then you are blinded by ignorance. We may be sworn enemies by birth but we do have quite a bit in common.”

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“Cute, but not at all. They were very loving, and it wasn’t really a rebellion. I just like to sing. It’s pretty simple and it isn’t a sob story.”

“Nobody comes to Wonderland because they like to sing nor are they as miserable as you. You’re damaged, just like everyone else down here.”

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“Only if you get hit by a truck.”

“Ouch, someone’s testy today.”

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“Generally, yes. But seeing as you seem to be relishing in it, I can be excessively miserable for your pleasure.”

“What, did mommy and daddy not love you enough? Decided to rebel and join the likes of me and others like me instead of living a normal life?”

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“Easy: you don’t talk.” He wasn’t sure why he spoke to her. outside of her having a friendly air and being so forthcoming with information that he wanted, James really saw no reason to keep her around. “Oh and you weren’t? I’m pretty sure your husband would wonder why you spend so much time around me and get giddy like a six year old over people dying. Hello, pot. I believe we’ve met. I’m kettle. God, you are just like Lydia.””

“Oh but that’s no fun.” Violet smirked, she loved getting people all riled up. It often exposed their weaknesses. Things just slipped out when you were frustrated and that amused her to no end. “Ah yes my husband, speaking of pots and kettles. You’re one to talk. But why talk about our marriages, we both know the circumstances surrounding both are eerily similar. On the other hand we have our mothers although mine never killed my father but details...” She said waving her hand to dismiss the difference. “I’d say you and I are more alike than Lydia.”