Post by Violet Lockheart on Feb 5, 2016 17:14:37 GMT -8
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Preface
Preface
It couldn't have been but a day ago when the pillars of public high school #259 convened to discuss the state of affairs and while brief they came to a consensus of sorts that a carnival was to be held. The event was pictured to be something that could get the student body together as one and set aside violet conflicts to work together for a common purpose. Fun. At least that was the idea in the matter anyway.
The next day Violet would find herself out in the back courtyard of the school making quick on her proposed event hoping a multitude of results would pay off: First and foremost that she'd live up to the responsibilities that she'd been handed by Emily, even still she found that Emily was a secular minded individual either through experience or caution. Thinking about it further only made Violet go wild with a bit of frustration, she wanted nothing more than to make her peers smile. That leads us to number two, Violet wanted to breath life into this school, from the moment she'd arrived it seemed to be nothing more than a violent free-for-all pitting one against another. So much for rehabilitation. Thirdly most she sought to make a good impression. Vi was often the sort to make solid first impressions but she felt on more than one occasion in her post she'd made a fool of herself especially around Emily and Magnus the two of her peers she sought to make an impact on.
For the moment however it would seem as though little more than hard work would come into play as she toiled in a work outfit; no longer in her school appraised skirt and button up she'd transferred into a pair of loose jeans and white tank top putting her muscles to work as she lugged large plots of wood cutouts from the leftovers of the workshop class. These would do for booths, but that was just small thinking here Vi was aiming for the stars. Managing to set up a mere three booths with the wood cutouts she didn't fret staring starry eyed at the room she had remaining picturing a makeshift roller coaster, more booths of cotton candy, and of course a mainline stage to run host to it all. Some would call her a dreamer but she knew what it'd take, she'd put her back into it and roll up her sleeves if she had em'. Turning about on a pivot ready to retreat back to the workshop however the girl would loose her footing falling face first into a dirt patch.."Ooof".. small setback.