Post by Violet Ripley on Feb 9, 2014 0:33:55 GMT -5
{The scene opens up in a subway station in St. Louis, MO. A little, red head with large headphones adored with plastic spikes sits on a bench. Oblivious to the people around her whom she's annoying with her loud music, or maybe she just doesn't care. She continues to listen while blowing and popping bubbles with her chewing gum. She does one really big and the 'pop' that follows causes the man next to her to give her a dirty look}
:: You know one time, I blew a bubble as big as my head
{Her voice is louder than it needs to be and the man continues to look at her like an annoying insect that he wishes he could swat}
:: Wish I got a picture 'cuz that shit was cray cray, you know?
{The man shakes his head and turns back, looking at the empty rails. He takes a look at his watch and sighs in impatience}
:: Nice watch!
{She's still yelling a little bit. A few of the other people in the station roll their eyes. A couple lean into each other to whisper about her}
Business Man: Uh thanks...
{Her eyebrows knit together}
:: What?!
{The Man reaches over and pulls one headphone from her ear and repeats himself}
:: OH...
{She turns down her music, and extends a hand, covered in a fingerless lace glove}
::Violet...
{The man looks at her hand a second before barely touching it to shake it. He looks back to the rails}
Violet: *Sighing* You know it's awful rude to not give your name too you know...
{The man rolls his eyes}
Business Man: Harry
Violet: Cool... So what do you do Harry?
Harry the business Man: I work in the down-town core. I'm an Operations...
{She cuts him off}
Violet: I'm sure that's cool. I'm a wrestler.
Harry: Yeah... ok...
Violet: No really. I just came from signing my contract.
{Harry laughs and looks straight ahead again}
Violet: Don't believe me. Here you go...
{She pulls out the contract from her bag and slaps it in Harry's face.}
Violet: See! And now... I'm in a tournament... A TOURNAMENT for a title. Already!! I'm just that good you know. But in order to win that piece of gold I gotta beat this girl named Miss Michelle... Between you and me, I don't know much about this chick but she seems overconfident, but I guess if I strode around in underwear all the time I'd feel that way too
Harry: Sure...
Violet: Well you're awful rude there Harry...
{He smirks just as the train pulls into the station. He gets up really quick and boards. She follows. He sits between two people thinking he's gotten away from her but she stands in front, holding onto the pole. His face drops, feeling defeated as the trains starts to pull away}
Violet: I'm heading to the airport now. Gotta make sure that I'm on top of my game
{Harry makes a motion like a gun to his head}
Violet: Oh you like guns do you? I shot someone once. Was real fun. too bad they were bb's thou... If you're not careful Harry... I might just shoot you...
{Harry looks up at her with a mixed expression}
Violet: Got your attention now do I Harry?
{Harry looks at each other people sitting beside him. The woman next to him is busy texting on her phone with ear buds in. The man on the other side has his head resting against the wall and is lightly snoring. He looks back to Violet who gives him a smirk}
Violet: I wouldn't though would I? You wouldn't try to run away from me again would you Harry? Bad things happen to people who run. I hope Michelle isn't a runner. That would be most unfortunate for her, however from what I've read, she's a fighter. I like fighters. So much easier to break, so much enjoyment to hurt. Do you know what I mean Harry?
{Harry is obviously frightened by the woman now, whom only moments ago had though she was just an annoyance}
Violet: I'm sure you do... because if you're some Operations whatever in some big fancy company I'm sure you hurt people all the time. All big companies do in some way or another.
Harry: I have nothing to do with that....
Violet: Oh I'm sure you don't directly, but your boss and his boss... oh I'm sure they like to rob people like me don't they? Corporate asses.. the whole lot of them.
{Harry looks too shocked and defeated to say anything}
Violet: It's okay Harry, not everyone can go out and be an athlete, like me. Like the roster in this new federation...although that's stretching out that term like A LOT...because I have my doubts about some of these 'girls' *using quote fingers* But I'll show everyone what I'm made off at this first show. Going to put that chick in her place....which will be bottom of the totem pole. I want gold.
Harry: B...B...Best of luck...
Violet: Why thank you Harry! That's so sweet of you. Now who do you think is going to win our match?
Harry: You... for sure you...
Violet: Right and why is that Harry?
{Under his breath he mutters something that sounds like, "cuz you're a crazy bitch". Of course Violet hears this. Her expression suddenly changes and she advances quick, taking a hold of his chin. The woman next to them actually looks away from her phone and her mouth drops open seeing Violet practically sitting on this man's lap beside her}
Violet: You have no idea Harry just how Crazy I really am? What I'm capable of... what I've done in the past... oh no, no one knows. But I will tell you this... Crazy is what has gotten me farther than being some goody-goody farm girl. Will get me farther than some woman who claims to be a queen without any crown on her head... or on her waist. No that crown is mine. Being a 'queen' isn't about saying you are, it's about walking that damn walk and talking that stupid talk or at least that's what they try to say right? Fuck that... it's about going in, overthrowing the current leader and taking your spot. In this world dear Harry, it's about survival. I have survived more than most. I have endured misery that some of these little tarts probably have never even dreamed of. I have fought my way through the shit and now... oh yes now it's my turn to be the pretty princess. But not one of those stupid pageant Barbie dolls. I'm anarchy incarnate and my job is to create absolute chaos. It begins on February 23. I hope you watch it Harry. Not everyone gets to have such close and personal conversations with a future champion after all.
{The Train starts to come to a stop. The conductor announces that they are arriving at the airport. She smiles and turns back to Harry where she kisses his cheek and then slaps it, hard, leaving a red handprint in it's wake. She gets up from his lap and waves at him with a smirk and head tilt}
Violet: My stop. Nice meeting you; Harry from Operations.
{She exits the train, putting her headphones back on and blasting the music loud. She hums along with the song as she makes her way out of the station}