Violet Parr's Story

The sun began to dawn and rise upon a new day in Walt Town. Some of the shops were beginning to open at dawn, and the birds arose out of their nests and singing a morning tune. It was another typical morning in this humble little town, where not so humble people lived. Some were loveable. And some were... not so loveable. But they managed to find a way to get along civilly...



Awoof! Arf! Ark!

The unmistakable feel of a slobbery tongue sliding across his cheek brought Basil out of his short slumber. He blinked his eyes open, coming face to face with his basset hound 'Toby'. He smiled a little before pushing him away, causing him to fall off of Basil's chest and onto the newspaper-skewered floor. "Honestly Toby, have some decency." Basil told his dog, slowly sitting upright and dragging a hand down his face. He had fallen asleep on his couch last night, having spent most of the evening at the library and then laying on his couch working out puzzles from newspapers until about 3am. He never really slept that much. He tended to find that sleep was a waste of time. Why waste time sleeping when he could spend his time working out more puzzles? "You're a smart boy, you don't need to slobber everywhere..." He glanced down to his dog, now rolling around on his back and swatting at his nose. He smiled slightly and then scratched the dopey dog's tummy before getting to his feet and getting dressed into his typical clothes.

This town had been slightly boring for Basil lately. There didn't seem to be any crimes, any mysteries... everyone seemed vaguely happy with what was going on in their lives more recently. No one was being threatened, no one was dying... No nothing. Having a police investigator for this town seemed positively pointless. However, it seemed like that was the only job Basil was good at. Basil attached a lead to Toby's collar and ruffled his ears slightly, tying his scarf around his neck and then walking out the door of his messy home. He walked down the sidewalk, taking a newspaper from a stand and tossing a couple of coins to the owner. He flicked through it and allowed Toby to decide where they went today. After all, it wasn't like he was in a rush to get anywhere. He just needed to walk.



Miss Bianca had been sat by her windowsill, watching the sun rise with a delighted smile. "It's so bootiful. I don't think I could have a better view." she commented, looking around the room and then smiling, before suddenly remembering she was still alone. Her smile faltered a little, before she turned back towards the window and looked at the rising sun. Her hair still sat neatly upon her shoulders, even when she had just rolled out of bed. She found that she was always captivated by the beautiful sights of the town. It was just something that'd always catch her attention. Miss Bianca dived off of her windowsill and then got ready to go outside, changing into a beautiful Purple dress and flat heeled sandals. She let her hair hang in gentle waves and then picked up a purple bag which carried money, a phone, and her makeup. After doing her makeup and spraying herself with perfume, she left her house, heading in the direction of the town centre.

Miss Bianca had always been one to leave her house early. She hoped to meet some of the townsfolk who worked this early in the morning. And if there wasn't, she'd tend to read a book whilst sitting on a bench. Well, she would prefer being able to talk with others, but if no one was around, she didn't mind reading either. Miss Bianca smiled as she walked into town, greeting people and then looking into the windows of some of the shops. She wondered if any of the younger residents of the town, such as Kathrine, Dot, Violet or Pinocchio would be around today. Usually they were in school, or in Kathrine's case, working on the farm. But it was a saturday. Surely they could have at least one day free...

As the sun gradually began to shine in through a crack in her dark purple curtains, Violet groaned slightly and rubbed her eyes.
School again.
She'd never really enjoyed school, as far as she could remember, and the reason for that she wasn't quite sure of. But she suspected it probably had something to do with how shy she was. It was pretty accurate to say that Violet was one of those girls who just didn't do well in situations surrounded by other people...that type of kid everyone feels sorry for for being alone, but never quite makes the effort to go over and change that. That was just how things were. Although, she had to admit, her aura wasn't the friendliest...the compilation of her long black hair normally hanging down over one eye, dark clothes and lanky figure just screamed "I'm a loner". Or something along those lines.
Huffing quietly, she stood up and made her way over to her mirror, picking up today's outfit consisting of a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and pair of black skinny jeans which had been laid out at the end of the bed since last night as she passed. She then changed in record timing for her, ran a brush through her hair, pulled a pair of black Ugg boots on and headed out of the door with her bag, almost forgetting to lock the door as she passed. She had no time for breakfast or anything of the sort, she was always late and she never managed to find the time to squeeze it in.
Once she'd gotten to school, the slight panic and worry began to rise in her chest as she found no reassuring sign of other schoolkids inside to prove she wasn't in fact as late as she'd suspected. There was no-one. And seeing this only made her mind begin to mess around with her, creating terrifying scenarios involving her walking into class late and everyone turning to stare and repeatedly playing them. So much so that she found her hands beginning to shake slightly.
Sucking in a final breath as she ran over to the door to her current classroom, she gulped, debating for a moment whether to just run back home, crawl under her covers and call in sick. But she knew in the back of her mind that that wouldn't solve anything. So, anxiously chewing on her bottom lip hard enough to hurt, she looked down and opened the classroom door.

Pinocchio actually listened, well, just the start, before the door opened and there was that black-haired, quiet girl who always seemed to prefer to be on her own for most of the time. He wasn't the type to ignore anyone, but because she had that vibe, he's backed away slowly, hoping that he wouldn't offend her. Though there were days when Pinocchio would want to approach her and ask her what she was up to. His brown eyes eyed the girl while she walked in and went to her seat, and he could hear the top girl in class beginning to whisper to the girl beside her. He slightly furrowed his brows and decided that once and for all, he'd talk to the black-haired girl, although he'd completely forgotten what her name was.

When class was over. Pinocchio threw everything into his backpack, tossed his over his shoulder and quickly stood up before the girl did and quickly brushed passed a few of his classmates, who all gave him a weird look for approaching the girl, and he stood in front of her desk. A smile curved to his lips. "Hey," He greeted. "Want to join me for lunch?" He asked out of the blue. It probably looked weird and unnatural for everyone in the class, considering that he had tendencies of being a complete douchebag, but it wasn't like he didn't care about anyone else.
Gripping onto the strap of his backpack, he waited for her answer. Practically ignoring his best friend's call after he ditched him to talk to her.

Violet had had a pretty good class, all in all, as once she'd woken up properly she found she was having one of her better days. She'd understood everything the teacher had said without having to go over it a second time in her head afterwards, she hadn't been as tired as she found usual for her, and she'd just about been able to block out all the whispering she could hear being said about her from a few select students in the class. It wasn't an ideal situation, by all means, but as she sank back into her chair while pressing on with her work, she felt her shoulders slump slightly as she began to relax.

However, the relaxing was short lived as the class ended and other students began to shuffle out of the doors, eager to get into the hallways where they could talk and have a good time. Being the perfectionist that she was, Violet continued to scribble down answers that she hoped were sophisticated enough to get her by and out of trouble, which meant that she'd probably be late out of class a lot. But she'd never really minded that much. It was just part of the experience for her.
As she heard a voice from above her, she froze, her head still facing down towards her notebook and her eyes widening slightly. She didn't recognise the voice much, but then again, she wasn't really one for paying attention when it came to that kind of thing. She usually just kept out of everyone's way so they wouldn't need to speak to her to begin with.
Lifting her head up after a few painfully long and agonising moments, she was slightly suprised, to say the least, at who she saw standing in front of her. She knew him now...Pinocchio, one of the boys in her class. She wouldn't have described him as a particularly popular member of the class, but he was in no way an outsider such as she was. He was just...regular. He had people to spend time with, he had friends...friends he'd probably rather be speaking to than speaking to her at this moment of time, she thought.
"...H-hi..." She suprised herself at managing to say, although she still stuttered a little as she felt the blush rise in her cheeks. She couldn't explain why she was this nervous around other people, and it irked her. "And, u-um...sure..."
Tucking one side of her hair behind her ear, she stood up, putting her equipment back into her bag and then slinging it over her shoulder. Her hands then began to subconsciously tug at the bottom of her sleeves, something they always seemed to do when she felt her nerves get the better of her. She just hoped neither Pinocchio or anyone else around would notice. Although, she realised, it would be harder to notice if she at least tried to act happy to hide the nerves, and after a few moments she looked back at him and gave him a small, shy smile.

It took him a while to remember her name, but once he took a peek at her notebook, he remembered in a flash that he had been talking to Violet. His best friend had always spoken about girls, and he was the one who told Pinocchio all the names of the girls in the school that were of interest, although he couldn't care less about it at all as he was far too busy trying to make some money to worry about getting girls to like him. The only girl he actually kept a stable conversation with was Dot, and occasionally, Kathrine, but that was because he'd see them by the lockers.

"And, u-um...sure..." Violet sounded nervous while speaking to him. It wasn't the first time he'd spoken to her, but he didn't notice how nervous and shy she was when he approached her like that. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he watched her as she prepared to leave. He couldn't help but notice how fidgety and shaky she looked, and the fact that he practically went up to her to ask her to lunch was something rather forward, especially when they weren't that close at all.
"Bye Pinocchio!" Some of his classmates waved, his best friend shook his head with a smug grin as he walked out. Pinocchio only smiled back as he returned his attention back to Violet and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

He wasn't one to be so forward, but because he had to do something during the time in between class, he might as well make a new friend in the school. He wasn't popular, nor did he care about the rankings in the school, but he cared about allies and accomplices which were made through befriending people. While walking out of the classroom, he merely nodded at what she said and replied, "You don't talk much do you?"
Pinocchio smiled at her as he led her to the busy cafeteria, where all the students arranged themselves based on their ranking and groups. He was neutral and regular, so it didn't matter where he sat. He was a bit curious about Violet, however, since he hardly saw her around school.

Dot finished her math homework and read most of the history book. She closed the textbooks amd made her way to the cafeteria. She was sketching and bumping into people. "Excuse me. Sorry." She kept repeating to people. She took a seat at a table and put the book on the table and was sketching intensely. She erased a few things, but it was finished. She needed to tell some one. She looked around and Kat was stil MIA. She saw Picnocchio with Violet. "Pinocchio! Violet!" He waved to them calling them over.

((Short post))

Pinocchio saw Dot waving as she sat at the cafeteria table, she looked very ecstatic about something that he couldn't help but smile at her smile. He led Violet towards the table and he took a seat opposite the younger girl. He leaned forward and was about to say something, but Kathrine turned up and he greeted her with a nod. His attention returned back to Dot and asked, "So what's that, Dot?"
He listened to her the whole time, nodding at the things she said. Though he then realized that Violet was with him, he slightly interrupted Dot and Kathrine with a clear of his throat and introduced, "Hey, if you two haven't met, this is Violet."

((Sorry it's short ><))

When she was led out of the classroom and into the lunch hall by Pinocchio, Violet's nerves only grew more so. She could literally feel her hands shaking by that time, and she knew her cheeks were increasingly growing more red, but could do nothing to prevent such processes brought on by nerves happening. Which she hated.
"...U-um...no, not really..." She replied to him when she managed to bring herself out of her thoughts to hear him say she didn't talk much. "I just...don't have anything interesting to say, most of the time..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and he prayed he could hear her so she didn't have to repeat it. It was humiliating enough without having to admit what was obvious to her again.
She turned her head towards him to smile slightly, and then blinked when she heard another voice saying her name, her confusing growing as Pinocchio led her over to the owner of said voice. Dot. She knew that much. She didn't spend a lot of time with the other children, but she still knew most of their names. That was one of the advantages of being virtually invisible, if there were any...you just got to know things about those around you. They'd discuss themselves, and she could just fade into the background and listen.
She recognised the girl currently standing with Dot as Kathrine, and gave both of them a polite smile and a small wave as she was introduced, not wanting to open her mouth and say something that would embarrass her in front of them.