Post by Violet Ripley on Mar 3, 2014 22:05:27 GMT -5
"The Joke's On You" ~ A Violet RP
{Walking into the office she goes to the leather chair and slouches into it, throwing a leg over the arm and immediately looking at her nails and scowling. A woman wearing a short skirt and blouse follows her, giving Violet a dirty look}
Assistant: You can't sit there...
{Violet looks up at her with a half smile and is about to answer her when the Doctor comes in, putting a hand on the assistants shoulder}
Doctor: It's okay Jane...
Jane: But...
{The doctor gives her a look and she leaves, still eyeing Violet like an insect. The doctor takes a seat on the settee opposite Violet, putting a manila envelope on his lap}
Violet: Wow, maybe that chick needs therapy
{the doctor ignores her comment and opens the folder, not looking up at Violet he begins to talk, holding a tape recorder he's removed from his breast pocket}
Doctor: Makayla Danielle Cooper, age 21. Suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder, so far only two distinct personalities have been identified. One known as 'Mack' and the other calls herself 'Violet'.
Violet: Yo, Doc... I'm right here!
{She waves her hand in front of his face. He looks up, slightly annoyed at her rudeness. He sets the recorder down on the table, still going and looks up at Violet with his hands folded in front of him resting on his knee}
Doctor: So Who do we have the pleasure of speaking too right now?
{Violet smirks}
Violet: Violet. Who else. Makayla hasn't been 'out' to play in months.
Doctor: Really? That might mean that you are no long suffering from D.I.D but now a borderline personality disorder instead.
{He starts to write something down in his file}
Violet: You can call it whatever medical mumbo Jumbo name you want but there is no doubt that there is two of us in here. Just cuz I said she hasn't been out in months doesn't mean she's still not being an asshole in there.
Doctor: Do you think we could talk to Makayla for a little bit?
{Violet smirks and shakes her head}
Violet: Why the hell do you want to talk to her for?
Doctor: It will be beneficial to my diagnosis and recommended treatment.
{Violet considers it for a few minutes}
Violet: You're not going to try and convince her to fight me off are you? Because that's not going to work. She wasn't strong enough to fight me off before so don't try and of your hocus pocus to try and convince her to get rid of me 'cuz I ain't going nowhere!
{The doctor keeps a straight face and shakes his head}
Doctor: I only want to speak with her for a few minutes.
Violet: Alright, fine.
{She adjusts herself in the chair, taking her leg down and sitting more properly in the chair, she leans back, resting her had against the back and closing her eyes. She's silent for a few seconds and the doctor almost thinks that she's fallen asleep until the girl opens her eyes with a gasp. She looks frantically around with wide scared eyes and then at the doctor}
Doctor: Makayla... It's okay. I'm Doctor Offerman.
Mack: Ok.. where am I?
Doctor Offerman: In my office. I'm a Psychiatrist.
{Mack still looks a little confused at what's going on}
Doctor Offerman: Do you know the date? Or what has happened?
Mack: I... I don't know. It's been so dark for so long.
Doctor Offerman: What is the last thing you remember?
Mack: My... My father.... He's... dead isn't he?
Doctor Offerman: Yes I'm sorry Makayla.
{Mack puts her hands to her face and openly sobs. When she pulls her hands back she looks genuinely confused at why her hands are covered in dark eye makeup}
Doctor Offerman: Mack it's been nearly 8 months since your father passed away.
Mack: Have I been in a coma?
{She reaches for a tissue from a box on the table and wipes her eyes, coming up with more black eye makeup.}
Doctor Offerman: Sort of. Do you know someone named Violet?
{She freezes looking at the doctor with genuine fear}
Mack: A Bully I knew in Elementary school. She... She was in a really serious accident and died when I was a kid. When I still lived in Wisconsin. She tormented me for years. Why?
Doctor Offerman: Makayla when your father passed away you suffered a mental break and it seems that you have partitioned your mind. Any of your emotions and the 'real' Mack were pushed aside in favour of this alternate persona whom calls herself 'Violet'. She's been wrestling in the Indy Circuit for months and recently joined a main stream company by the name of L.A.W. Does any of this make sense to you?
Mack: Well I was getting scouted around the time my father got sick but I hadn't gotten any real offers yet. I don't understand what's going on I don't think what you're saying could be true. I don't have a dual personality. Whatever trick this is...it isn't funny. I just lost my Dad for gods sake.
{She was starting to get angry}
Doctor Offerman: It's okay Makayla. Everything is going to be just fine.
{She violently starts to rock in the chair, causing the legs to rise off the ground every time, coming back down with loud bangs. The doctor rises and tries to touch her arm when She smacks him hard across the mouth. The Chair stops and she opens her eyes. She looks at the doctor with a smirk}
Violet: Find out anything useful?
{The doctor looks astounded and walks back over to the table where he picks up the recorder}
Doctor Offerman: It seems that neither personality are aware of what the other does when they are the present personality. Makayla clearly didn't know that her father passed away months ago and had no idea of what her alternate personality had been doing in the time she'd been present
{Violet tilts her head to one side and smirks}
Violet: If that's what you wanted to know I could have just told you that, instead of having to go through all that trouble. You know it's probably better if we just let Makayla rot in here, don't you think?
{She taps the side of her head a little and gives a little laugh. She readjusts herself in the chair again, swinging her legs over one of the arms, looking at her finger nails she starts to pick at the black polish}
Doctor Offerman: You know how rare it is to have a true case of D.I.D.?
Violet: No... and now ask me if I care?
Doctor Offerman: I'd like to keep seeing you beyond the mandated 5 sessions
Violet: You think you can crack me... do ya doc? Good luck with that.
Doctor Offerman: So the real reason you came to see me was because you physically assaulted two security guards as they escorted you from the stage
Violet: It's a Ring Doctor. Geez, if you're going to play at knowing what I do then at least do some research.
Doctor Offerman: Ok, Ring... Why did you assault them?
Violet: Because I wasn't done putting that Barbie in her place. I had that bitch beat and then she goes and pulls a cheap move to win? L.A.W really wants a scamming bitch as their champion? Fine. What the fuck I don't care about a belt. I care about finishing what I start. I don't know when and I don't know exactly how but I will destroy that plastic doll simply because I know I can.
Doctor Offerman: So you were upset over your loss?
Violet: Not the loss Doctor. Everyone loses. No... it was the fact that she was down. She was holding her back like some crippled Geezer out there. She should have been mine but the so called *uses quote fingers* 'wrestler' pulls this magic trick from her huge ass, because lets face it she's got nothing in front, and gets an advantage over me. I was obviously the stronger opponent the whole match.
Doctor Offerman: So she left the... ring and the security had to come to get you to leave?
Violet: Yup. Didn't get too far though. Unfortunately that bitch disappeared before I could find her again, otherwise they wouldn't have some fake bimbo entering into another round of their tournament.
Doctor Offerman: So you don't like being treated unfairly then?
Violet: I dunno do you doctor? That's a pretty stupid question don't you think... who likes being treated unfairly?
Doctor Offerman: But you have another match coming up, a battle royal?
{The words sound foreign on his lips as he looks at the paperwork in front of him}
Violet: Ya for their second Tier belt. I don't give a shit about titles thou. I just want to beat the shit out of fake barbies. The whole lot of them are you know. With their plastic faces and fake tits. Shake their asses around and try to tell you they are the real deal. Right. Tell me doctor... when did it become okay for women to call each other whores?
Doctor Offerman: Well I don't know the origin of the word but I would think it goes back to...
Violet: Oh shut up I don't need a history lesson, I'm not an idiot. The question was rhetorical. Although I have reason to believe that there is nothing but fluff in the heads of these assholes. That one chick tried to call me fake and a whore simply because I got a personal invitation to pose for Playboy by Hugh Heifer himself. It's not like I was in Hustler or Penthouse. Playboy is at least respectful, wasn't like I was spread eagle. I'm starting to think that she might have been afraid of seeing a real un-altered female form. A whore is a....
{She reaches back to pull a piece of paper from her pocket and clears her throat}
Violet: I took the opportunity to look up in a dictionary the true meaning of Whore because well... seems that these women don't know the true meaning since they just throw it around like most of them do their speed tablets. *she uses quote fingers again* "A woman who engages in sexual acts for money: prostitute; also a promiscuous or immoral woman" So since I have never accepted money for sex and I'm not someone that has men knocking down my door it's obvious that this label is miss placed. Now, immoral woman... that can be taken I guess but I hardly think using the word 'whore' is a fair label, do you doctor?
{The doctor shakes his head}
Violet: Now calling me a bitch... ya that I will accept because besides the original meaning, a bitch is usually a woman that is moody and mean and well.. .yes... that is me. I won't deny that. I just think it's funny that these women will try to call me a whore thinking that it will upset me. Sorry... it's not true and you have no real evidence of it so I just laugh at they're pathetic attempt to get at me. All because the little girl didn't like what I had to say and was a little jealous that I'm in a popular and well loved magazine currently sold world wide while she has to pose for the bargain basement attempt at a quality publication that LAW puts out. What the beauty queen fails to see is that I wasn't hiding anything so maybe the next time she tries to cover up the fact that she was lusting over me on the internet by saying it was 'research' she should actually.. I dunno do some real research.
{She laughs. The doctor writes something else down on his fullscrap}
Violet: Fact of the matter is that maybe a long time ago it was acceptable to call a woman that. Just like it was acceptable to use a particular word against a certain race. In fact I believe that there have been a number of derogatory names used against various races but since I'm not racist I'm not going to utter these words...but calling a woman a whore falls into that category. Girl on girl crime, punishable by Violet.
{She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a silver cigarette case and sticks one in her mouth, lighting it with a pink lighter}
Violet: Mind if I smoke?
Doctor: Actually... you're not allowed...
{She doesn't wait for him to finish before blowing a puff of smoke in his direction}
Violet: Luckily enough for the women that are in this Battle Royal, none of them seem to be that disrespectful. No all those deplorable women are going to tear each other apart for a cheap piece of metal and leather. I'd almost pay someone to go in with a pair of scissors and make them all bald. Hmmm, not a bad idea....
{Her eyes glaze over in the pleasure of the thought of sheering the women still in the tournament bald and then she blinks and looks back at the doctor who has been waiting for her to finish her thought.}
Violet: What was I saying? Right... The women I'm facing are all kinda like tame in comparison. I mean like me they all lost their matches but the difference is I plan on using that feeling of defeat to my advantage. Out of all those women I know who the real competition is and it's not Keira Fisher. Just another dumb Barbie that got shut down before she even had a chance to do much of anything. If I don't knock her over the top rope then someone else will do it. My prediction is that she'll be the first elimination. That's even if she's even interested in showing up. She kinda seemed like she was somewhere else the whole time she was in that ring. Both members of the tag team 'Queens of the Ring' both ended up in this little consolation prize match too. For two chicks that came in strong they sure fizzled out real fast. Not a worry for me.
Dr. Offerman: So you think you already have an advantage going into this competition?
Violet: *laughing* Of course I do. Didn't I already say that I shouldn't even be in this match? I should be facing that Lilith whatever chick, it's okay though... that girl is probably going to make fast work of Psychologist Barbie and all thanks to me since I broke her already. Hope I at least get an honourable mention when she picks up the world title. Who else we got?
{She looks at the paper she had earlier and smirks}
Violet: Emily Rose... her bio states, 'just a good girl that's not afraid of a good fight'. Does she realize she's named after that chick that got possessed by an 'evil' spirit and died? So just like her counterpart I'm going to murder her career. Her match last week was an absolute disgrace.
{She takes another long drag of her cigarette which until now had been burning wastefully. The tip of it falls and sends ashes all over the doctor's floor.}
Violet: Now if I were to say any of these girls was decent competition it would be Danica. She looks like a sweet little innocent girl but then bam! Don't turn your back on her, however... she still didn't have what it takes to beat Miss Maddox. Good thing I'm not stupid enough to fall for that garbage. Just like I don't give a rat's ass who she's related to or how much money is in her little grigotts bank run by other little trolls that look like her. Fact of the matter little princess doesn't seem to realize is that I am not anything she's ever gone up against before, or ever again for that matter....for two reasons... one I plan on making it so she can't get back up again and second... this will be the last time she waltzes into a wrestling ring. She'll either be too embarrassed to set foot in one or she's be so broken she just physically won't be able to.
{The doctor continues to jot down notes on his paper. Violet sits up and tries to peer over the top of his paper. The doctor pulls the pad back to his chest}
Violet: Well that's rude. You're writing things about me and won't even let me see what it is you're writing? Don't you know that you should only do unto others that you would have them do unto you... why don't I just start writing stuff about you now..
{She goes back to her seat and pulls out a notepad with A fluffy white kitten on the front but it's appearance has been altered with a black sharpie to have a studded collar, devil horns and vampire teeth. Pulling the cap off a sharpie marker with her teeth she flips the cover and writes something, the squeaking of the marker on the paper obviously grates on the nerves of the doctor. she smiles when she's finished and puts the cap back on, dropping both into her purse}
Doctor Offerman: Feel better now?
Violet: Much.
Doctor Offerman: So you were saying... about your opponents?
Violet: Right, well who is left in this thing.... right there's "The Spark" Skye Sparks. Sounds like she should be in front of a blue screen telling everyone where the latest cloud system is coming from. She doesn't much look like a wrestler either... much too fair.. and far to easily broken.
Doctor Offerman: You seem to have this thing about wanting to 'break' people, any reason for this?
Violet: Well I could say beat up but that would get really tedious wouldn't it doctor? Too grade school for me personally. Broken or Broke just has a nice ominous ring to it don't you think?
{Once again the doctor is writing on his paper and Violet rolls her eyes}
Violet: And the last woman but certainly not least.. Nurse Cyndi... Oh I have to wonder why this woman went from a job healing the sick and homely to now wrestling other chicks. I heard her Hubby went completely bonkers... not that I'm one to talk...
{She giggles a little}
Violet: But somehow this breakdown of his convinced her to be a wrestler. now I might be missing a few marbles but that doesn't make any sense to me at all, what about you doctor? Would you suddenly leave the medical profession to I dunno... be a shu chef for a restaurant because suddenly your wife not giving a fuck about anything anymore. All I can say is that she should stop lying to herself about all this healing nonsense. She lost to Kandi and therefore now has to deal with me... I'm worse. Kandi may call herself a queen and the first lady or whatever and she can keep on going for that world title and i wish her all the power to do so, but one thing is for sure is perfectly sane. When she talks she knows what she's saying and frankly that bitch is smart surrounding herself in people that will make up for her in the places where she lacks. She's an opportunist.
Doctor Offerman: So you admire this Kandi woman?
{Violet's eyes go wide and she starts laughing hysterically}
Violet: No... I'm not that fucking nuts. The only person I admire is myself.... get a clue. I just gave her a small compliment but that doesn't mean I want to be her bestie, have slumber parties and practicing kissing. God no. I don't associate with up tight uppity bitches, it takes more years off your life then smoking and I already do that enough, don't need too killers in my world.
Doctor Offerman: So is there anybody you do admire or look up to?
Violet: nope. I don't trust anybody doctor and anything I say I am always willing to back up. Secrets are for assholes with no lives that have a goal to be the ultimate gossip wrangler for the world. I could give two shits what Brangelina or that man-whore Kurt Newman is doing.
Doctor Offerman: Kurt Newman?
Violet: Ya... he's the shit... really. You gotta see this guy's promos. Anyway... no. I don't waste time with that garbage because that's all it is. I don't obsesses with anybody. Yes I want to see that Barbie burn eventually but I'm not some stalker crazy chick that will like follow her around and collect her toe nails... that shits disgusting. No... I'll wait until an opportunity arises and get my revenge. Best served cold right?
Doctor Offerman: Well that's all the time we have today Violet. Same time next week?
Violet: Oh sure.
{She gets up, throwing a leather coat on and her spiked ear phones she winks at the doctor before turning up the volume and leaves the room. As she's leaving, someone standing at the receptionist's desk catches her eye. She turns just as the guy turns and immediately her eyes go wide. His hair is two toned, bleach blonde and black Mohawk. He's also wearing a leather jacket with ironically similar looking spikes on the shoulders that match those that are on her ear phones. She pulls them down and watches as the man, gives her a wink before walking over to the office and entering. She immediately goes to the desk. Slightly in awe and distracted. The woman looks up at her with annoyance and partial fear}
Jane: So you're booked in for the same time next week Miss Cooper....
{Violet is still looking in the direction that the 'man of her dreams' had just gone and doesn't even realize that she's been called by a name that usually pisses her off}
Violet: Oh ya... right. Who is that?
{Jane shrugs}
Jane: Surprised you don't know. He's a wrestler too.
{Violet looks back at her with slight anger in her eyes}
Violet: and his name?
Jane: Hunter... Drake Hunter....
~Fade to Black~
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