Basics
This is a roleplaying account for Violet Beauregarde at jigoku_apts and it's owned and run by dragonites .

App.
Her application is here.

Logs;

Crush/adore
She trusts you, alot. You're the new person that she goes to to make up for her missing pappy and the chances are she looks up to you as family.
She's your friend and will listen to you with a little respect, she still won't do everything you say though.
Average, she likes you but she's still getting used to you. General curiosity of a child.
Who are you again?
She doesn't like you, she's very wary of you.
God she hates you an/or you annoy her. There's a chance she's scared of you too.

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She had heard on the network that doors were appearing in apartments, one had already done so for Hayden and she had wondered whether one had appeared in her old apartment and curiously she had made her way up to her room; this was the first time she had gone back to her room since Hayden had come to save her, but luckily she was much more intelligent on what to do and what not to do.

Arriving on the fifth floor she opened the door carefully. Inside was a little grotty, the remains of where she had frantically taped the windows once told that there were ghosts, but there was one untouched door that had no tape at all. Just as she expected it had appeared for her. Approaching the out of place door was the only thing she could think to do, she had come this far so why not? Her restraints on her curiosity had never been that high and she always thought that she had seen the worse in this place and that nothing could be as bad- oh how she was wrong.

She slowly opened the door, immediately music was heard, Christmas music to be precise-

Opening it a little further she took a peak. A well-decorated Christmas tree sat in the corner of a light blueish-gray living room, it sat close to the a Television that she knew well, a desk a little further away that she too knew- her eyes opened wide in shock as she realized where she was and she ran into the cozy room with such force that she knocked over an ornament on the way in.

A middle aged man (that some might have noticed back from the dream event) ran into the room at the loud noise of the ornament's impact, he most probably thought it was a burglar, but whatever he thought he must have been surprised.

"Violet? Violet is that you baby?! "

"Pa!"

Sam ran up to Violet as fast he possibly could, kneeling down and grabbing her by the shoulders to take a proper look at the daughter he hadn't seen in months. "You went missing in that Wonka's factory- my little girl! My little girl is home!" Overjoyed he pulled her closer in a loving embrace.

She instantly returned the gesture and hugged him tightly, holding on for dear life as if it were all a dream and she was going to be ripped away from her father. She was home, her mother was rushing in the room to join the first parent in latching onto their only child as tears of joy and relief ran down her face. A first in a long time she was really happy, she was back with her family for Christmas.

((ooc; log post for me. Her communicator was on, but she might not reply because of the reunion, on the other hand she might want to show you to her parents.

p.s. If you couldn't tell, italics in speech marks is her dad.))

[Violet's sitting in her space on Hayden's floor- the space where she always seems to be when she's doing nothing- and playing with her rabbit as usual.]

Y'know, at least when Jigoku's doing something there's something to do. I'm stumped for anything to do.

[The feed switches on to show a 'girl' of twenty or twenty one, her auburn brown hair is long and curls slightly near the end; it is held back by a clip and ribbon of red, the ends curling over her shoulders clad in blue. Her blouse is the same as the young Violet Beauregarde's, and the outfit has changed to fit the new body size and the rather vivacious c cups, and the belt is no longer to be seen. Instead of trousers a mid length skirt in the same colour as her blouse is worn, overtaking blue high boots that leave no place for skin between them.]

What a predicament. And by the network I see that it's not just me.

[Her voice is a lot more mature, the same voice from when she was a kid, just a little more sophisticated.]

[As the sirens blast, Violet wakes up quite suddenly to realize that she's not on the same floor that she fell asleep on last night. Crap, actually upon look she doesn't know where she is. And what is that noise?!

That noise, shes never heard it before, she knows what it is but she's never heard it, and boy does it strike fear into her; something else that she doesn't know why, maybe it's a natural fear? Maybe it's this place? She doesn't have the time or care to think about anything other than how loud and messed up that noise is as her hands cover her ears and she shakes her head violently between them. Now that was a natural reaction.

And you know? That static isn't helping either.]

Make it stop, make it stop! Someone. I don't like the sound of this one bit!

[Then the radio, the advert, but she's not listening, she can hear it but she's not being brave today, she's allowed a day off- even if that day just so happens to be the day she wakes up in whatever this place is called- what did the radio say? Silent Hill?]

Why isn't this Silent if it's called Silent Hill?!


((ooc; Loud noises + no one around Violet to be a safeguard or trust in = scary as shit. Kid still needs her parents to save her from this sort of stuff, she is only thirteen.))

((ooc; backdated to Nov 1st. OTL))

So Halloween's over. I had fun and all, but I ended up with a duck beak at one point, I'm sure that's not healthy or something?

Finding out that Mister Wonka has a clone was odd though, I mean, he looks nothing like the Wonka I know!


Oh, and does anyone know when my hair's going to stop being neon blue?

[The surroundings in the girl's dream aren't something that most would be able to identify with. The grass is split into patches around intertwining cobblestones, laying base for trees full of all sorts of sweets; gummy bears, candy canes, lollipops. Bushes of teacups and gobstoppers surrounded by mushrooms of cream and sweet balloons. But the most noticeable thing happens to be the giant chocolate waterfall flowing wildly over piled high rocks, murderously clashing into the lake below.

Everything here resembles the last shock that dear little Violet had before finding herself in Jigoku: Willy Wonka's chocolate room. But not everything is as it is; things are misplaced, certain candies are blurry and most of all, nothing is making a sound, not the waterfall, or the candy dropping from the trees, not even any singing. And oddly enough, you can't smell anything either. Have your senses stopped working?- No, the little girl is playfully smiling and picking at a gummy bear in front of a tree, she's making a noise as she rustles her own clothes, but the surroundings are still silent, not even the grass that she's sitting on is rustling as she moves about.

Another thing, there's a group of people, some children and adults and a man in a funny top hat- all of their faces blurry other than the slightly unblurred face of one: Sam Beauregarde, her father, and he's not making a sound either.]

[Boy she's angry.]

I know I can make a piece of gum last an all, but I only just got that pack! Who stole it, I swear I'm going to kick your- [Her lips purse together and she takes a deep breath through her nostrals.] Hmph, just give it back okay?!

And I missed the sun... 'Spose I'm gonna be staying inside a little longer- but can someone take me outside soon? There's no way I'm going out there alone!


((ooc; every post in this one will be a video; so for the moment she's sulking in 'her' corner.))

[The feed clicks and the phone seems to be lying on the floor, how would you know? The only thing visible are a pair of blue trousers resting on a pair of brown shoes.

The room is completley silent apart from small giggles of laughter that seem to be coming from the owner of the shoes, the giggles of a little girl.]

Hehehe.~

[The laughter seems to be getting louder as the girl bends down towards the phone; first some knees, then accompanied by her hands and then- The girl lopsided her head a little to the side, staring at the camera with an insane smile on her face.]

Hehehehehehe.

[Her brown hair is a little more a mess than usual, a bit more scruffy, and her eyes- Her eyes aren't right, they seem different, more feral.]

Hahahahaha!

[She suddenly gets up off of the dirty floor, all giggling stopped, and runs away from the screen. You hear the scrape of a knife and then the bang of a closing door; she's out there now.]


((ooc; yep, it's possession time! She'll be wandering on the fifth floor for now, but she will be moving about.))

[Violet is sitting cozily on a chair, her mouth is moving as if it's chewing something, albeit nothing being inside, and a small smile is playing on her lips; had she really gotten over this already? No, she's just putting up a show.]

I don't think I ever realized how much I took stuff for granted, pap disciplined me and stuff but- [a small silence and the girl's face twists a little more] I suppose being attacked sorta helped, in a way... But at least I'm somewhere a little safer now.

[The feed turns off for a split second before turning back on, the video a lot closer to Violet this time.]
Oh, none of ya happen to have any gum do you? I already ate my cinnamon sweet.


((ooc; sorry if I never replied to some of the tags I owed, but due to not knowing where Violet was going to be located for a while I sadly had to quit the tags when matter of location or getting things were located. OTL If you really want to be tagged back then just say, I'll be happy to! Sorry about that.))

[Have a bit of a happier Violet.]

If anyone wants me I'm in room five-three-six, Hayden's letting me stay here for a while so I can avoid the ghosts and stuff; it's a freak-show out there and I want nothing to do with it!

Some of those ghosts didn't attack me though, what was that about?

[The video flickers on showing a young girl, thirteen years old at the most, clothed in blue. She's sitting at the head of the bed that she had awoke on a little while ago, her back against the wall and her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her face buried snugly in between. She's emitting a quiet sobbing noise, her whole body shaking lightly at the horrible feeling of this place and that thing; her head hasn't budged from it's spot between her knees since she noticed that the things on the wall weren't staying still... She hadn't moved until now anyway.

The girl's head arises, her hands pulling her auburn hair away from her face and wiping at her cheeks to erase the small tears. Her eyes look tired and frightened as she begins to speak with a quiver in her voice; although she's not speaking to the blackberry that's sitting beside her, no, she doesn't even know what that contraption is.]

Mr.Wonka, is this another one of your freaky-tricks?! Because I don't like it okay!

[She didn't expect to wake up here, she didn't even expect to pass out on that strange boat in the first place. She especially didn't expect to wake up without her father.]