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    âNope, I ainât leavinâ.â
Violet pinched her brow together. She inhaled sharply, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
"...You smell like liquor," she commented, cringing gently. She fixed a few stray hairs of his before patting him gently on the top of his head.
"Its safe to say you are a tad over tipsy."
sinnerthatliesumberged
"I assure you, sir, I'm not lost," she said. She loosely crossed her arms, gazing at the orange and pink and yellow sky that glinted in her hazel hues. She exhaled, dropping her arms to her sides.
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers anyways, sir."
cateringtoutopia
Violet nodded her head softly. "This truly is delicious." A smile almost as sweet as the food passed her lips. "I'll have to buy a few more sweets from you. My brother and sister would definitely love these." She licked a morsel of food from her thumb.
"How long have you been baking?"
She set down the contraption and glanced over at Enzo.
"Not much," she admitted. She was busy with her inventions along with her family matters. Klaus seemed distant now and Sunny was getting herself into more and more trouble.
"There's never a day off in the life of Violet Baudelaire," she said, half-jokingly. She leaned against the table, pressing her palms into the edge of the oak surface. She cracked a reassuring smile.
"There's no need to worry."
OPEN
     âAh! The sun⊠quite annoying for the time being,                    donât you think?â
        [ Nothing like presenting himself to the           neighbours in the most innocent way.           After all, he barely leaves the house,           but itâs never too late to get some sugar           when necessary. }
Violet was preening the rose bushes on the front lawn, fingers caked in dirt. She glanced to the side to see her neighbor outside of his home for once. She cracked a small smile.
"Actually, I quite like the sun." After spending most of her adolescence in darkness, she was grateful for the light. She just adored the way the sunlight warmed her skin. "It feels nice, wouldn't you agree?"
(violetandsunnybaudelaire)
Jack managed to get away from his father(s) 24/7 watching. Hopefully for a good length of time, knowing them, it wouldnât last long.
He wondered along the halls, talking to a person here and there before he bumped into someone a but forcefully after he turned to walk after a conversations.âIâm sorry I didnât see you there âhe apologized very quickly and almost pleadingly /donât rat me out /
"Its fine," Violet replied with a warm smile. She was carrying a small pail of nuts and bolts down the hall when the boy collided with her. She bent down, smoothing out her dress before trying to scrape up some screws that had fallen. Violet looked up, eyes falling upon the boy, instantly recognizing him. Of course, she wouldn't tell that he was out. Â The girl rose, clenching onto the pail handle.
"I haven't seen you around often. This is quite a rare occasion."
Minds have always been a fascinating subject for Charles. He loved seeing and knowing how each person viewed things, thought of answers, reacted; the mind was so powerful and Charles loved each one he came across.
He had to say, hers was the most entertaining mind he had seen. How she could take parts of anything put them together using things people wouldnât normally have and make something entirely functional. Blue orbs stared at the other, merely watching her work, her look of concentration and how her brow furrowed when she was edging on frustration.
Smile peaks on pale lips as he laughs lightly. It was adoring to see her get frustrated yet he knew this project was going to stay until finished, she hardly ever abandoned them no matter how long they took her.
                     âLong enough to see you get frustrated. What are you working on this time?â
A weary smile passed her lips as she looked over towards him. She glanced back down at her work, fingers toying with a few screws. "My very own voice recorder. Its supposed to distort tones and track voice entries, but..." She trailed off, hands flopping to her sides.
"An obstacle is in my way." She left the table momentarily, joining Charles in the doorway. "And that obstacle may just be my hunger. Come. Lets eat, shall we?"
Violet was absolutely famished. She lead the way through the archaic halls to the kitchen where the cupboards were justly stacked with food. She exhaled lowly and laid back into a chair. She massaged her temples, waving one free hand towards the cabinets.
"I need a moment before I make something for us to eat..."
chxrlesxavixr
Violet was growing weary working on her new contraption. She had far too many things on her mind. She looped one cord around a wire as she thought about her sister Sunny and her brother Klaus. With a sigh, she connected a black wire to a green one. A few sparks emitted from the battery on the mechanical device, but there was hardly any energy.
With a disgruntled mutter, she took off her gloves and set them on the table. She pressed her palms into the wood, hunched over the array of items on the counter. She looked up to see the other standing in the doorway.
"Just how long have you been standing there?"
  Cradling it in his arms, he follows her lead. When he takes his seat, he tries to offer a smile, but it comes off lukewarm at best.
"Thank you. For your servicesâŠI was most grateful to find someone close to my portion of the city, you see. How much do I owe you? I have enough to cover fees and labor. AndâŠwell, naturally a tip, also.â
Heâs trying to be gentlemanly, knowing no dent will be made in his pocket. Ralph is one of the lucky ones. No work, but all sulk.
Violet tries to return the smile, but it shows as weary more than warm. She takes out her jar of ink, pen, and paper, writing up the bill. She swiftly did the math in her head, scribbling down numbers on the pad. With one quick jerk, she ripped the paper from the pad, handing it to Ralph.
"Your total comes to one hundred and thirty," she addresses before clearing her throat. "Was there anything else I could help you with today, Sir?"
  He took her offered hand gently, unwinding the blood-stained bandage and inspecting the cut. Not needing stitches, and thank God for that, but definitely needing taken care of. âNow this might sting a fair bit,â he warned, as he juggled some disinfectant out of the kit. There wasnât all that much of it, but heâd rather use what he had on a child than start sloshing vodka across her wounds.
  He was brisk and careful in cleaning up the cut, wiping away blood before he wrapped it up firmly, and much preferred the sight of it to the bloody thing sheâd had before. âStill movinâ your fingers okay?â he wouldnât mind even no gratitude - that she let him help her was enough.
The girl was tougher than nails. Sunny hardly flinched as the vodka was drizzled over her open wound. She simply sucked in her cheeks, gritting her teeth together without so much as a grimace. She watched Robert carefully as he worked diligently on her wound. She had only seen this kindness in her sister before      never a complete stranger.
She wiggled her fingers for a moment, taking in a sharp breath.
"Still hurts a lil'," she admitted through clenched teeth.
  âShe ill?â he didnât know anything about cures for the sick, his skill was in patching an open wound, and so were his supplies âHere, I got some proper bandages if your hand needs âem.â from the get-go of this mess, heâd figured that the one thing heâd need beside food and water was a way to patch up what close encounters with splicers left behind.
  Moving slowly, he let down his backpack ( in Rapture, it had been almost harder to get than supplies ) and opened it, letting her see where his hand was going, and the first aid kit he was pulling out. âYou wanna be careful if youâve got a cut and clean it properly.â
"Yeah," she grumbled, twisting her mouth into a frown. She stood on her tip toes for a moment, peering over his backpack. She could hardly believe he had one of those. What a lucky man. She outstretched her hand, allowing the man to do what he must with it. She was never good at treating wounds. That's where her sister came in handy. Not only was her sister a positively brilliant inventor, she was a great nurse and a warm comfort.
"Thank you," she muttered. The gratitude seemed rather dry, but it was the best Sunny could do as of now. Living in Rapture destroyed every optimistic attitude she once had.
â±ââ âms. baudelaire,â he addressed, face stern, eyes steadied. âit was certainly a surprise to see you on my list again.
     sit down. iâm sure we haveâŠmuch to go over.â
The young woman nodded, smoothing out her skirt. She took a seat, folding her hands in her lap. She licked her lip, beginning to anxiously tap her foot. She couldn't think clearly that day. Not one bit. She hastily reached into her pocket, pulling out a velvet ribbon. She swiftly bundled her hair up, tying it off with her prized ribbon. She didn't say anything; the girl patiently waited for the doctor to speak.
  âI was here to pick up up something you repaired for me, miss,â he says and stands with good posture. âMy voxophone was having trouble recordingâŠâ
Which left a very private diary entry on the device. He would rather have it erased in the process of being fixed than retained and heard. âI was told to check in today.
Under the name âCrawfordâ.â
She promptly removed her goggles and gloves, setting them aside. She shuffled towards a shelf with all sorts of contraptions lined next to each other.
"Crawford, Crawford," she murmured under her breath, tracing a finger through the name plates on the shelves. "Ah! Here we are," she announced, taking a voxophone off the shelf. She turned around handing the fixed item to the man.
"Now all you have to do is sign a few papers and pay your dues. Please. Sit," she said, gesturing toward a leather chair across from her desk.
spookinghercoffin
Violet stood in her office, hunched over a large oak table. She was fiddling with a few wires connecting to a voxophone. She heard the door creak open. Probably another customer.
"Sorry," she said. "My repair hours are from noon to six o'clock. You can come back tomorrow if you need something fixed." She connected a red wire to a black, causing a few sparks to shoot out. She adjusted her safety goggles and continued to work dutifully.
           Violet looked up from her table full of metal scraps and wires. She turned towards the person standing in the doorway of the dimly lit room. She wiped her hands on her apron, offering a tired smile towards the stranger.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Only employees are allowed back here," she said. "You can come back tomorrow morning if you need something fixed." She set down her screwdriver and grabbed a handkerchief from the table, gingerly rubbing black oil from her fingertips.
  âI mean, yâdonât need to. I was just wonderinâ if yâwanted tâhelp me come up with some new cake ideas anâ stuff. Itâs hard, doinâ it all by mâself.â
Violet's lips melted into a smile. She needed a break from her research and helping him with his job would do the justice of keeping her mind out of anxiety's path.
"I'd love to," she chirped, eyes warm and smile broadening. Besides her dapper smile and delighted voice, bags hung under her eyes and her skin was paling. Working long hours on the Plasmids and security bots had drained her.
theteaseofthedarkness
Violet glanced towards Enzo before returning to the work set before her. She was working on another one of her contraptions. She connected one wire to another, sending a few sparks flying over the table.
"Don't worry about me," she said absent mindlessly. "I've been taking care of Sunny and Klaus since I was fourteen. I can manage just fine.Â
