pacify her

violetta thibault; i don't want to be here, you idiot. i want to be home. in bed.

[v-thibault-blog]

“Yes please,” Violetta laughed, thankful for the girls kindhearted nature. She grabbed hold of the extended hand and stood to her feet. “I’m fine.” She raised a hand to her head. “Just a bump. I have a tough head. It’s fine though, you didn’t startle me. I should pay more attention to where my feet are going.” She smiled.

[v-thibault-blog]

Violetta placed a hand over her mouth securing a giggle. “I was joking. I’m sorry.”

[v-thibault-blog]

“Oh.” She stopped, pausing for a moment to think harder. “Are you sure it’s not in your room?” She asked, her mind failing to think of anyone who’d purposefully take such a sentimental item.

[v-thibault-blog]

Violetta watched as she was signaled and stepped forward into the room. There was no denying it was organised, certainly more so than hers. “It’s lovely in here,” she smiled. “How about the bathroom?”

[v-thibault-blog]

Violetta was traipsing along the corridors, her focus directed toward the floor as she moved each foot in front of the other. In her mind, she was on a tightrope, as she usually was. It was a silly little thing she did to help pass the time. Unfortunately, her attention was cut short as she heard a noise behind her and turned away, her feet however still walking. There was someone there. Just before she had a chance to see who it was she felt her body come into contact with a cold, hard object. The wall. Violetta’s body gave way and she fell to the floor, bringing a hand to nurse her head. She prayed that whomever was behind her hadn’t witnessed the incident. Or if they had, that they wouldn’t think of her as the asylum klutz.

“Please tell me you didn’t see that?” She said.

[v-thibault-blog]

“You’re welcome,” she nodded, standing to her feet and beginning to search among the scenery for Mika’s notebook. “I hope it wasn’t too important.” She said, checking behind a few cushions in the process.

[kittykat-xo]

Is there a reason why there’s no one around me right now?

[v-thibault-blog]

“Probably because of that horrific stench.” She teased, bringing a hand up to nip her nose. “Just kidding,” Violetta chuckled, stopping a moment later hoping she hadn’t offended the girl.

[stellamalonex]

[v-thibault-blog]

“We’re in an Asylum. Nothing surprises me anymore.” She chuckled, twirling strands of hair around her fingers.

[mikarose-o-deactivated20160410]

Mika took stairs down from her room to the art room, lifting miscellaneous pieces of work as she searched for her book. She sighed and went to the rec room, searching the room, almost frantically. “I mean really, who takes a sketchbook?”

[v-thibault-blog]

“Someone who likes drawing,” Violetta muttered, looking up to the girl. She was placed in a chair nearby, her legs dangled over it’s arms swaying left and right. She held a book in her hands, but she’d long drifted off from paying any attention to it. It was there solely to keep her occupied. “I, um, can help?”

[blakeocd]

“Starting to think people are moving things around just to make fun of me,” Blake muttered to himself as he entered the rec room. It was clear that chairs had been moved around and a few were even missing. “And quite frankly, I’m not laughing at the joke.”

[v-thibault-blog]

“I’m not sure it’s too make fun of you,” Violetta’s eyes found the floor as she began to shuffle her feet. “I think it’s more of a living kind of thing, y’know? Chairs move all of the time and people don’t think to put them back. Things move all of the time and people don’t think to put them back. Humans are lazy.” She shrugged, looking toward the chairs. “Do you want some help putting them back?”

[braelynchase-blog]

Who wants a tour of my room? I’ve just organized everything. It’s pretty stellar, color coded and all.

[v-thibault-blog]

“Sure!” Violetta grinned, entwining her hands together. “I mean, there doesn’t seem to be anything new to do so...” Her voice trailed off, growing progressively quieter and quieter, until she raised her head and smiled again, looking anywhere but toward the girl.

[carter-baker-blog]

“Hey, does anyone want a funky braid? I’m totally out of practice, but I used to love doing fishtails and waterfalls and everything like that.”

[v-thibault-blog]

"H-how about a fishtail?" Violetta smiled, taking a few strands of hair between her fingers and pointing them toward the girl. "Would you mind?" She stood on her toes, swinging back and forth.

[f5rpharchive-blog]

Violetta Thibault is twenty-one and looks like she’s happy, but she’s always on the border of breaking down. She can thank her Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for that. She was admitted on August 24, 2014.

Violetta’s life changed about four months ago; she and her family were going out of town to spend a weekend in their family cabin. When they were almost an hour away from the cabin, Violetta’s dad hit some black ice, causing the car to veer off course and into a barrier on the side of the mountain. Violetta ended up thrown from the vehicle and was in a coma for nearly three months. Her mother and brother weren’t so lucky and died before emergency services arrived. Her father is still in a coma, though doctors are doubtful he will ever wake up.

Immediately after waking up, Violetta asked about her family. After hearing the devastating news, Violetta fell into a deep depression. Her body had recuperated completely, but her mind had continued to be fragile. No matter what she did, she would end up with memories of the crash running through her head and her senses overloaded with the last memory of her family. A few weeks ago, Violetta tried to kill herself. After her grandparents found out, they immediately signed her up to get treatment.

Violetta is quiet, and only speaks when spoken to, if at all. She can often be seen looking wary as she walks the halls. Violetta rarely keeps eye contact and has constant panic attacks.

Violetta is portrayed by Ariana Grande and she is unavailable.