(LAURA HARRIER, CIS-FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that VIOLET EVANS? I heard the THIRTY-ONE year old is AMBITIOUS. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also CUTTHROAT. Makes sense seeing how they are a MONEY LAUNDERER in the SERPENTS gang.
INFORMATION
name: violet evans
nickname: vi
gender / pronouns: cis-female, she / her
date of birth: april 10 (31)
zodiac: aries
traits: ambitious, cutthroat, unethical, intelligent, sarcastic
hometown: new york city, new york
sexuality: bisexual
occupation: money launderer / restauranteur
education: bachelor's degree
face claim: laura harrier
height: 5'9
piercings: one in each ear
tattoos: none
scars: no notable ones
TW: mentions of death of a parent
HISTORY
The Evans didn't think they would have children. They had married later in life, and they were happy with the way things were. They had discussed it a few times, but it always ended the same way. They didn't go out of their way to try for a child, and they were surprised after four years of marriage when a test they bought turned positive. Violet came along a few months later, and the little family of three started their lives together.
Violet grew up as a very spoiled only child. She was doted on by both of her parents, and she was given whatever she wanted. No was not a word that was said often in the Evans household. Her father encouraged her to push for what she wanted and to not settle for anything less than the best. That was something she carried with her throughout school, and she always pushed to be the best in her class and earn the top spot.
While Violet was away for school, her mother tragically passed away unexpectedly in her sleep. Her father told her it was something to do with her heart, but Violet was too distraught to fully understand what he was saying. She came home from her boarding school and finished out the rest of her high school experience at a private school in Manhattan to be close to her father. It was during this time she realized how much she enjoyed cooking, but her father pushed her to want more for herself than the life of a chef. The argument between them lasted almost a year before she finally agreed to attend college for a business degree, but only because he threatened to cut her off fully if she chose to go to culinary school.
Her heart wasn't in her classes for the first year, and she struggled to find her stride. But soon enough her ambitious nature won out, and she started fighting to be one of the top in her year yet again. Her father was so proud of her when she graduated, and he gifted her the keys to her first restaurant after she arrived home from her graduation trip. She poured her heart into the first restaurant and did everything she could to see it succeed. It wasn't until she stumbled upon her father's dealings with the Serpents that La Mordedura really took off. She joined the ranks of the group and started to assist with cleaning the money they brought in through various means.
Over the years, Violet has opened up two other restaurants, and both also help to hide the influx of cash for the gang. She has plans for a forth restaurant, but she has yet to make any moves toward breaking ground on it yet.
It had all happened so quickly. Typically, she wouldn't be seen in or around a hospital. She didn't need medical professionals questioning her. Still, it was the first place to go that made sense to her. If her people wound up there, she'd be the first to know. Out of all the serpents, Violet was relatively high on the list of personal importance. "Fuck that bastard," she said, shaking her head. "They better hope I'm not the first person to get my hands on them." She would not hold back. "I'm fine. I was far away from everything. This was just the first place I came to. Are you okay?" She appeared to be, but looks could be deceiving.
"I hope you are. Whoever it is needs someone to teach them some manners, and I know you'll make sure the message gets through to them before you make them regret it." Violet smiled and looked at her friend. They both knew how most of the Serpents handled things. They knew what happened to the Gallo traitor and anyone else that seemed to cross them. She wanted whoever was doing this to pay. "Yeah, I'm fine. A few scratches, but nothing that I need to see someone for. I wanted to see who was here."
Natalie was furious. Not about the fact that there were casualties involved, but because people she cared about were put in danger. If something horrendous and unforgivable had happened to someone within her circle, she'd be out for blood. At least one person she knew was safe, and that was a start. She'd have to make her way through everyone, though she would be moving slowly until she acquired a new phone. She exhaled a sigh of relief, nodding as Violet stated she was fairly certain no Serpents were killed. She arched a brow, head canting slightly. "Really?" she questioned, before nodding slightly. "Good to know."
The entire ordeal was not something she wanted to relive. Violet had been so shocked to see the chaos in front of her. It was different when it was controlled and she knew what was going to happen. The explosion had been so scary, and she had frozen until Jackson pulled her to safety. "Yeah. Or that's what the ghost says. Who fucking knows anymore." She rolled her eyes and looked her friend over again. "Are you okay, though? Or are you waiting to be seen?"
Jackson reached up and pushed some hair out of her face before cupping her cheek, "There was an explosion." He said firmly, his tone wasn't hard but urgent. He used that moment to scan her down and check her over. "We need to go." He said letting go over her face and leading her away from the exit. Everyone was rushing over there and it was a trample fest. "Come on, I know a way out."
Violet wasn't expecting the answer he gave. She had seen it. She had watched the ferris wheel, but it was still a shock to her. She had avoided all of it so far, but now it was right in front of her. "Okay." She let him lead her through the crowd. "Wait. Isn't that the right way?" She looked over her shoulder in the direction everyone else was moving. "Where are you taking me?"
Location: Near the Ferris wheel
Status: Closed @violetxxevans
Jackson wasn't close to the blast, he got to appreciate the pyromaniacs from a safe distance, but that didn't ease him like it should have. He knew his sister was safe, she had left an hour before with some of her friends and yet there was still a tightness in his chest, a pull that had him running towards the danger. As he pushed throw crowds of screaming people, he finally set his eyes on who he was looking for. He hadn't even realized it was her he was searching for but his subconscious was funny like that. He grabbed her arm and started pulling her away from the blast site, "Come on, come on." He muttered as they were able to break out from the crowd and step to the side to stop for a moment. "Look at me, are you okay?"
Violet was close enough to the explosion to leave her ears ringing. She stood still as she watched the fire and felt people rush past her to safety. She had avoided most of the danger from the previous events, but it was different when she found herself in the middle of it. She coughed from the smoke, but she didn't move until she felt a hand on her and was being pulled away. She stumbled in the right direction and kept her eyes on the fire before turning to see who had saved her. Jackson. She hadn't expected to see him. She blinked and looked at him before she nodded. She had a few scratches, and her outfit was ruined, but she was fine. "What happened?"
With her phone lost, she was stressed. Natalie hated not being able to contact her people, and what was worse, was not being able to get in touch with them. She was left wondering, and she didn't know how to sit with that. She was worried, and unfortunately, she couldn't mask it as well as she wanted to. She'd been outside the hospital, getting some fresh air because it was beginning to feel too hot in there. That, was when she saw Violet, and she was quick to approach her friend and embrace her, relieved to have found someone who meant the world to her. Natalie reluctantly pulled away, but her hands remained firmly placed on her friend. "Violet. I'm so glad you're okay. What do you know? Were any of our people hurt? My phone ... I lost it back there at the carnival so I don't know anything."
Violet wasn't sure where most people had ended up, but the hospital seemed like the best place to start. She hadn't been able to find Natalie since before everything happened. She needed to know her friend was safe, but every text and call went unanswered. She was trying to prepare herself for the worst, but she felt the relief when she saw Natalie. She hugged her back and smiled as she looked at her. She was alive. "I'm so glad to see you." She wouldn't admit that she was worried, but it was obvious. "I don't know much. I don't think any of ours died, though." She glanced at her phone and pulled up the messages before handing it to her. "The Crimson bitch killed her husband. That's about it."
Elena leaned against one of the barriers that created a loose sense of order among the booths, glancing up briefly from her phone as Violet eyed Heart Break Smash with what she assumed was curiosity. "You write a name or... whatever, really, on a plate and break it. I saw a lot of teenage girls writing the names of ex-boyfriends on plates to break them, but there were a lot of businesses or bosses written on them too." She shrugged as she craned to look over her shoulder to watch someone smash a few plates, bits of cheap white porcelain scattering like confetti following the sound of shattering. "You can work out some pent-up aggression, I suppose. Anybody deserve that sort of treatment in your book?"
Violet nodded as she watched each plate smash into the wall and shatter into pieces. She knew how good it felt. She'd done it more than a few times in her restaurants, but it was always when she was behind closed doors. She liked to keep a certain level of elegance in front of most people. "I'm sure this booth will make a killing then. Nothing brings in the money like a woman scorned." She laughed and turned back to Elena. "Oh, more than a few. But I'd rather throw the plate at them than a wall. There is more satisfaction in it."
“Bored?” she echoed, tilting her head as if the very idea was foreign to her. “Oh, you wound me.” She stepped beside Violet, adjusting the sleek fall of her hair with practiced ease. “I don’t do boredom. If people are making stupid faces, that just means they need a little… inspiration.”
She cast a glance toward the booth, then back to Violet, her smirk deepening. “Besides, I have a way of making people look their best—even when they don’t know how to pose. You should stick around, see how it’s done.”
With that, she leaned against the counter, exuding the same confidence she carried onstage. “Now, tell me—who do I have to flirt with to get a drink around here? You'd think they keep us workers hopped up on drinks and sugar.”
"I like to keep expectations realistic. There is nothing exciting about this shit. They should have hired college students and let them claim it as volunteer hours or something." Violet rolled her eyes and watched as Victoria looked over the booth.
"And that might be the biggest difference between us. I don't care enough to make them look good. They can do what they want, I'll press the button, and we both continue life like we never met." She didn't want to be working in the first place, but what was there to enjoy about watching couples try to look like they were in love?
"Probably one of the guys wandering around single. I'm sure you could string one along enough to get some drinks out of him."
Eloise can practically feel her pores start to clog as the pair of them approach the booths - the sound of fryers sizzling in the background indicating the quality of food they are going to be subjected to should they be burdened with hunger. "It's truly horrifying what city council is subjecting us to," Eloise agrees with disdain "Surely there's a health and wellbeing standard they should be adhering to. Even a Greek Salad wouldn't go astray. Like, is anything not swimming in oil or packed with sugar here?"
She should have stopped in at one of her restaurants before making her way to the carnival, but she had been told the food would be worth the wait. It was obvious now that she had a different idea of what decent food was compared to those that were waiting in line. "Clearly not. I don't want any of this garbage. There isn't a single food truck that isn't sticky with grease. What a shame."
Natalie knew she'd have a good time while she was with Violet. It was easy to enjoy herself in the company of her best friend, after all. "You know what? That's fair. We can share the honor," she agreed. Nat knew she looked good, that she could really have the attention of anyone she wanted. She just didn't have anyone in mind for that. She figured she'd see where the night could take her. She chuckled lowly at Violet's words, head shaking in amusement. "The night is young. I can think of a few men I'd like to see brought to tears tonight."
"Perfect. I didn't want to have to fight you in designer clothes. Wait till I'm wearing something that is almost out of season at least." Violet laughed and looked out at the carnival. It all felt very childish, but maybe there would be something worthwhile to find. The pair of them would find it if there was. "Oh, I can think of more than a few, but I have at least one specifically in mind." Jackson was more of an annoyance than she wanted to give him credit for. But he was the last person she wanted to think about today. "What booth did you get stuck with?"
"Well, would you look at that," she began, gesturing to the crowd of people around them as they walked into the carnival. "To absolutely nobody's surprise ... I've managed to get the hottest date here," she stated, a grin tugging at her lips. She was happy to attend with Violet, because the woman was her best friend, and the only person who truly understood her. "Let's make sure we have a lot of fun and ruin a few lives tonight, yeah?"
Violet smiled at her best friend and then at the crowd in front of them. It really wasn't a surprise. She knew the two of them were the hottest people at the carnival. "We might have to agree to share that honor. But you're right either way." She laughed and turned back to Natalie. "Oh, we're going to make sure this night is unforgettable one way or another. We should ruin more than a few. I want to see you make some poor guy cry." It was meant in good fun, but if Natalie did it then it would be even better.
Violet looked at the different snack booths and made a face as she turned back to her friend. Nothing looked good enough to her, or maybe she hadn't found the right thing yet. "They should have let someone with actual taste have a say in some of this. Who's going to hand over cash for something you can get from any little store?"
Violet checked the time on her phone and rolled her eyes. She would need to be at her shift at the photo booth soon, but she wanted to see what the Heart Break Smash was before she did. Who would really care if she was a few minutes late? "What's the point in this?" She asked Elena as she joined her watching the booth.
Violet was glad her shift was over. Working wasn't really what she wanted to do at something like this. It was a waste of a good outfit. She wanted to enjoy the carnival instead of watching people make stupid faces at a camera. "Hope you're prepared to be bored." She smiled as she watched Victoria arrive.
"Hey, as long as you know," she told her, smiling. She was happy to pay out compliments, but she also loved seeing people already full of confidence without them. "Trust me, you'll have one delivered to your doorstep in no time," she assured Violet. She always made sure her friends were taken care of, went out of her way to ensure that they were always the first people besides herself to get their hands on her latest items. It was just a perk of being associated with her. "I'm sure it will," she stated confidently. She knew what she was doing, knew where she wanted her fashion empire to go. "See? This is why I love your brain. You've always got the best plans."
Violet smiled at her and nodded. Confidence was never something she was lacking. It gave her power, and she loved having that. "Oh, you spoil me. Anytime you need a reservation, you already know it's yours." She was happy to ensure her friends were the ones that had premier seats at her restaurants. It was the benefit of having some of the nicest in the city under her name. Sharing that benefit was something she enjoyed. "Compliments will always work well, my dear." She laughed and closed her clutch before sending a text to the hostess working tonight. "We will have all eyes on us, and that's what matters."
She'd always liked Violet. She'd even go as far as to say that Violet was her best friend. There wasn't ever a need to tolerate her, she liked her all of the time. Violet was the type of person she was capable of spending hours with without the looming feelings of boredom. "I couldn't agree more," she stated with a soft laugh. She pursed her lips, nodding at Violet's words. "You know what? Fair enough. That's free entertainment right there. Plus, it really drives the point home," Natalie replied. "Great," she said, smile tugging slightly at her lips. "You ready to have the best night ever?"
Violet smiled and laughed with her friend. Natalie understood her in a way no one else seemed to, and it made spending time with her effortless. There was never a struggle to find something to talk about when it flowed so easily between them. "It is the best free entertainment. Some day we can team up together and watch it happen. I have the perfect man in mind for it." She had no doubt that she could destroy Jackson alone but doing it together would make the poor man wish he had never been born. "Oh, I've been ready. Nothing says a good time like a new outfit."
