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Moi.
Violetta Anne Johanson (Yo-Han-Son)
Violet
16
Feminine
Violet has dark, black hair, with a softened violet sheen. Her eyes are strange, a violet colour, sometimes lavender, sometimes nearly black. Her eyes are her soul - Always giving things away. She is a petite human, standing at 5'2", with a subtly curved figure.
Violet is shy and reserved, and keeps herself to herself.

Name: Tyson Retisant (Say: Tie-Sin Ret-EE-Saunt) ((Ty))

Age: 17 years

Appearance: Tyson has long, straight black hair with he keeps tied in a braid down his back, stretching almost to his shoulder blades. His face is casually framed by shorter, loose strands, falling in layers from just above his eyebrows to below his chin. He has a stocky build, and is slightly shorter than most boys his age. He has high, proud cheekbones and a naturally richly tanned complexion. His eyes, though seldom seen, are a bright, fiery shade of brown - seeming almost red when the sun strikes them. He generally stands with a somewhat aloof and disinterested stance, often making himself appear unapproachable. He usually walks with his hands in his pockets, partially because he likes it that way, and partially for the practical purpose of having quicker access to the pen and notepad he keeps there.

Personlity: To be RPed


Other: 1 Sibling: Lizzie


Name: Elizabeth Retisant ((Lizzie))

Age: 18 years

Appearance: Very pretty light boned and slender girl. She is a natural redhead with a fair complexion and alluring pale blue eyes.

Personality: Cheerful, spontaneous, outgoing, friendly, enthusiastic, talkative, judgemental.

Shall we start?

((Sure, but I have to be asleep in a minute. If you can make a start, I'll reply in the morning. ^_^ ))

The young femme's heart beat like a pair of hummingbirds' wings, her eyes turning a dangerous dark violet, with a soft, shining sheen. She clutched silently at her phone in her pocket, hiding in the shadows. She was hidden from the violence on the street, away from the shouting, away from all those people...Her Ipod played silently in her ears, words flashing into her mind suddenly.
It's a quarter after one, i'm all alone....and I need you now
Yes, that gave her some form of hope, hoping someone could hear her silent wish. Nobody would, she knew, but it gave her something to hold onto. The men's shouting escalated, and she flinched as she heard a gunshot. No police sirens...they were all busy in the two centre and 1:15 in the morning. What was she even doing out, she wondered to herself, of all things.

Tyson stared blankly around him at the writhing bodies, flailing fists and lips flecked with saliva as furious gang members fought all around him - swinging madly with baseball bats, crowbars, and of course - fists. He wondered vaguely how he had gotten into the middle of this... And then he remembered. Like it or not, he had become a part of Stix's gang, and he was expected to participate in these sorts of pointless, dangerous scuffles. He didn't really mind much, but since, unlike many of these other idiots, he did not have a death wish - Ty decided that he would simply give it a miss for now.
The gunshot was his cue.
In the disorganized pandemonium of fear that it brought, Tyson slipped quietly away. He sought out Lizzie, who was cornered against a wall - accosted by two older boys from another gang. One of them made a lunge at her, and she screamed. Ty frowned slightly, and quickened his pace toward her. She was noisy... She ought not to make such a scene.
As he reached the men, Tyson picked up an abandoned crowbar from the ground, and swung it at the back of each of their heads in turn. They had not been paying attention - obviously not the brightest sort - and had crumpled to the ground without attracting too much attention. Ty was sure they wouldn't be out long, so he beckoned to Lizzie and hurried away from the scene, sneaking off the street into a dark, shadowy alleyway.
Lizzie was babbling now.
"Oh my gosh, Ty, did you see that guy?! He had a gun, and- That other guy, when they broke his nose? Did you see the blood?" She continued chattering on excitedly, but Tyson had long since ceased listening. He seated himself on a cardboard box out of sight of the street, and Lizzie did the same beside him.
Presently, she flipped open her pocket-mirror and began fixing her make-up with a collection of free samples nicked from nearby stores.
Ty stared disinterestedly around the alleyway - searching his surroundings - and before long, his eyes came to rest on the figure of a dark-haired girl around his own age. She was hiding in the shadows, seeming distinctly unnerved. She did not seem to be a threat.
Tyson nodded in greetings, then turned away, staring into the sky. The moon was bright tonight. It would have been peaceful, had it not been for the ongoing gang war.
Tyson yawned widely, then brought his shoulders up to his ears in a shrug.
He didn't really mind.

Her unsettled pulse raced as she heard the scream, and after much waiting, the noise silenced and the men seemed gone. She noticed two other figures, a male and a female, about her age, ish. Violet moved slowly out the shadows, suddenly finding the ground very interesting. She checked the time, frowning to herself, spoiling otherwise somewhat cute features. A frown never looked right on Violet, she'd been told. It never quite fit. She was a girl destined to smile, to laugh, but on this sullen night it didn't seem right. Her eyes were somewhat like a deer's, round and white, shining with some kind of fear.

"Hey! There's a girl over there!" Lizzie exclaimed in surprise, tugging on Ty's shirt sleeve. Ty slowly turned his head to stare at Lizzie with his never-changing dull expression. Did she know that 'the girl' was near enough to hear every word she was saying? And Lizzie was talking as if she was not here. Ty heaved an exaggerated sigh, and turned away - ignoring his sister. "Ty~!" She whined playfully, elbowing him in the ribs. "Talk to her!" She paused a moment, then added in a singsong, easily audible stage whisper, "She's kinda cute~..."
With an exasperated sigh, Ty turned to glance briefly at the girl, then turned to Lizzie with an obviously sarcastic smile and nodded placatingly. Lizzie scoffed and rolled her eyes, cuffing Ty on the back of the head, then leaped to her feet and walked over to the girl - her high heels clicking against the cold, hard ground with every step.
"Hi there." Lizzie greeted the girl with a kind smile, and Ty could not help but think that she would not appreciate being treated like a little kid... "What are you doing out here all alone, Honey?" Lizzie fluttered her long lashes at the girl sympathetically - obviously proud of her new coat of mascara. "Can we help you find your way home?" Lizzie's pretty lips curved into an encouraging smile.
Ty watched all this with a distinct lack of interest - not really caring one way or the other.

"I'm 16, not 6" Violet answered simply. She could find her own way home, which would usually be some kind of tree for the night. She had a house, yes, but the violence and arguing was too much for her to bear at this moment in time. Her parents argued constantly, and trashed the house, but wouldn't file for divorce because of the gossip. Her mother was like that - A very good gossiper. Not bothered who or what, but she gossiped. Constantly.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Lizzie exclaimed with a laugh, throwing her hands up as though to fend off the girl's hostility. "C'mon, at least let us walk you home." She suggested sensibly, "It's dangerous for anybody to walk around alone on a night like this." She flashed a quick glance toward Tyson, remembering when he had saved her a moment before. She had been a little surprised, to be honest... Sometimes she wondered if Ty really even cared about her... She supposed he did, when it suited him. Ty was simply like that.
Right now, for example, he showed absolutely no interest in the situation. He'd go along with whatever she decided, do doubt.
Unless he thought it was stupid, of course.
Ty was just so hard to figure out. Lizzie chuckled softly to herself, then turned back to the girl with a cheerful smile. "I insist." She stated stubbornly, "I couldn't have it on my conscience to let a 16 year old girl walk around alone in a dangerous place like this." She nodded firmly, then glanced over at Ty and beckoned for him to come over.
He raised his eyebrows and stared at her - his brown eyes gleaming almost red in the gilded glow of the streetlamps - his neat hair gleaming glossily where it framed his face. Ty always managed to keep himself neat and clean, somehow. She wasn't sure how he did it...
He fixed Lizzie with a dull expression, staring long and hard at her, then blinked pointedly, and turned aloofly away again - ignoring her.
When they left, perhaps he would follow. But he would not be summoned like a stray dog.

"How old are you? 14?" Violet spoke, her voice slightly cold. Obviously the girl was older than her, but not that she cared. It might bring her down a peg or two. She wasn't even going home, so with those words, she turned, and walked away. Her trainers were silent on the pavement, wet with the latest rain shower. Her hair radiated a soft violet colour, her eyes now lighter, almost lavender.

Lizzie didn't take the girl's words seriously. She flashed Ty a playful grin, then skipped after the girl - sticking to what she'd said.
She had insisted, after all.
Lizzie was quite happy to play the role of the annoying little brat if it would assure this girl got to wherever she was going safely. Lizzie knew the dangers of the streets better than she's have liked to - and she knew that, tonight of all nights, nobody should go anywhere alone. So she skipped merrily alongside the girl, acting like the kid she'd been accused of being, until something stopped her. Her arm was nearly jerked from its socket by the strong grip, and she felt like a dog running to the end of its leash. She turned with an annoyed frown to see Ty standing there, one hand clamped over her arm. He shook his head slowly at her, then flicked his red-brown eyes to the girl. He nodded a dignified apology, then turned his back and tugged Lizzie unceremoniously in the opposite direction. She went unwillingly with him - grumbling mutinously and turning to glance back over her shoulder at the girl on nearly every step.
But Ty was having none of it. He tightened his grip, and pulled Lizzie stubbornly along. It simply was not fair for Lizzie to force her presence on that poor girl when she'd so clearly shown that she wanted to be alone. Everybody had their reasons... If she did get shot out in the street, at least she'd die with her pride intact.
Besides, it wasn't their problem. The only way Ty survived was by keeping himself to himself, and avoiding being the center of attention at all costs. Hell, if he simply acted the right way - he could make himself near invisible.
In this world, everybody had to look out for themselves. You didn't make it, otherwise.

Violet sighed in relief, heading down to the park. Her usual spot. She closed her eyes briefly, remembering the switch blade in her pocket. She had it, so if she had to use it, she would. Violet wasn't opposed to that, not that she liked threatening people with her knife.

It was some while later when Lizzie staggered out of the bar, clinging to the arm of one of her many boyfriends, and singing some form of song - though Ty could not recognise which one, for she sang it so badly. They had walked the streets for a while, steering clear of the fights, and then Lizzie had bumped into Steven. He had swept her off her feet like the stud he believed he was, and Lizzie had gone willingly with him - anything for a free night of drinking.
Now, Steven was done with her, and he brushed the drunk Lizzie off his arm with a rather disgruntled expression, then waved a nervous goodbye to Ty as Lizzie flopped against him, giggling feebly.
It was a hassle, caring for Lizzie when she was in this state, but Ty didn't mind. He knew of a park nearby - a place they might be safe from the gang wars.
Might.
They would certainly not be safe tomorrow, when Stix found out they'd run away. Hopefully Lizzie could sweet-talk him around. She had a useful connection with most boys on the street... Yet if she had any skills at all: All of them had to do with being discreet. Ty didn't know how she did it, but she somehow managed to see them all without letting any find out.
He shrugged off the thoughts, the grabbed Lizzie's arm as she began wandering drunkenly down another path. She latched onto him like a barnacle, giggling and blinking her eyes flirtatiously. Tyson ignore her.
Presently, they reached the park. Ty dumped Lizzie under a tree, where she promptly slipped into a snoring, drunken slumber.
He walked some distance away, for he thought the snoring undignified. He sat down on a rickety old swing, pushing himself slowly back and forth with his foot - staring at the dark, peaceful sky overhead. The swing creaked softly as it moved, but Ty didn't mind.
He continued swinging, letting his eyes scan the park. That was when he noticed something that ought not to be there: A figure on the bench. Ty's eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion, but then he recognised the girl from before.
Strange...
She had not looked like one of them. She had seemed comparatively wealthy - what with her clothing and her I-pod - and she was clean, too. Yet she was out here...
Well, it didn't involve him, so he didn't really care.
Yet still, Ty watched her. She did snore.
He glanced briefly toward Lizzie, then back toward the girl, and nodded approvingly. That was a far more dignified way to sleep.
Tyson ran out of interest then, and sat back on the swing to slowly rock himself.
Back, forth, back, forth, back, forth...

Violet slept silently - As a young child, she'd made sure not to snore, somehow. It only got her hurt. Any noise got her hurt in her house. She figured that out from a young age, too. Crying never got you anywhere, and if you were hurt you had to ignore it and move on. She looked angelic in her slumber, curled up to be as small as possible, her hair falling gently across her face, and she was free from expression. Free from thought. To someone who didn't notice the gentle rise and fall of her chest, she appeared dead...

Ty felt himself begin to get drowsy, but since he would not allow himself to sleep while Lizzie was in such a vulnerable state - he merely slipped into a half-trance, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. Because of this, he did not notice what Lizzie was doing until it was too late.

She had awoken from her drunken slumber under the tree, and had begun staggering toward the park bench. "Hey!" Lizzie exclaimed overly loudly - waking Ty completely in an instant. "I know you! You're that girl we met earlier!" She continued in a booming voice. "You know, You're really-" But she broke off then with a dramatic wail, for Ty had sprinted over from his spot on the swing, and clamped a hand over her foul mouth before she could say anything that could get them both into trouble. The alcohol made her stupid - he knew that from experience.
Lizzie squealed dramatically, trying to squirm out of Ty's grip, and he reluctantly released her, tapping a finger to his lips for silence.
It didn't work.
Lizzie burst into sorrowful tears - wailing worse than ever. "You're so mean, Ty! So mean!" She sobbed, hammering his chest drunkenly with her fists. Ty stood awkwardly - staring aloofly into the distance. This was one thing he did mind. Lizzie was making a scene, and he was in the middle of it.

Violet awoke quickly, the blade clutched in her hands, her eyes darting around, resting on the two. So..his name was Ty, was it? A smile reached her lips as she noticed his uncomfortable stance. The girl was merely drunk, she realised, and her blade was flicked back into her jeans pocket. "Having trouble?" She called teasingly to Ty.

Ty turned to look at the girl, noting vaguely that she was addressing him. He ignored Lizzie completely, and answered the girl's question with a simple nod. Lizzie was a pain, but what could he do? He merely tolerated it.
Ty turned to Lizzie then and took her hand, gently encouraging her to leave the girl in peace. Lizzie was having none of it.
She plonked herself stubbornly down on the bench beside the girl, and flipped open her pocket mirror. She held it upside-down - the mirror flapping pointlessly as she stared into the lid. Lizzie did not seem to notice.
Ty's dull expression now showed faint exasperation - the first change it had shown in a while. He did not express himself much. He gnawed his lip thoughtfully for a moment, trying to think of a way to drag Lizzie away. No such luck.
So he turned back to the girl, and gave an apologetic shrug. He would just have to wait for Lizzie to get over her little drama queen moment...

Violet smiled faintly, watching her, raising an eyebrow. "You're gunna see alot with that mirror" She smiled, not being able to help it. She finger-combed her hair quickly, making it seem...presentable.

Tyson chuckled softly to himself, but ceased abruptly at Lizzie's reaction.
"It's broken!" She moaned tearfully - seeming most upset. This caused Ty to take pity on her, and he prised the mirror gently from her fingers, turned it around, and replaced it in her hand. Lizzie seemed more cheerful now, and as the mirror kept her occupied, she remained silent. It was peaceful.
Ty turned away, staring aloofly toward the bright moon in the sky. He had to admit, he felt a little guilty for disturbing the girl... But at the same time, she didn't seem to bothered, so he didn't see why he should care. Life wasn't always convenient... People just had to get used to that - himself included.

Violet then stood up, stretching slightly, before picking up her bag, walking over to Ty. "Have fun with her" She smiled, before walking a little ways down the park, climbing into a tree, hanging her bag up.

Jack Johanson walked angrily down to the park. His eyes narrowed like slits, his powerful frame clearly walking with a purpose. Of all the days Violet stayed out at night, she had to stay out tonight. He noticed one of her belongings on a park bench nearby a young fella, before he marched over. "Where is she?" He demanded quickly.

Ty looked up as the man came storming over to him, and blinked in mild surprise. Where was who...?
Thinking he meant Lizzie, Ty gestured toward the snoring heap next to the bench. He had pushed her off so he had more room for himself, but sh hadn't seemed to mind. She had kept snoring, in any case. Ty blinked placidly up at the powerful man - wondering vaguely what he wanted with Lizzie. Lizzie was always wanted - but to track her down like this... Ty wasn't sure if he liked that.

"Don't play games, kid" He spoke harshly, raising a fist. "Now, let's try again...where is she?"

Violet held her breath, not daring to move, breathe, or even blink...if she was found, she was dead for sure....And she didn't want that.

When the man raised a fist, Ty switched off. He didn't really like being threatened. It made him feel inferior, and that bothered him. Sure, this man was pretty big, but what made him any better than Tyson?
Besides, he had no clue what he was talking about.
Ty ignored the man's threat pointedly, shrugging vaguely and turning his head to stare aloofly into the distance - something he found himself doing rather a lo these days. The man hadn't asked a direct, comprehensible question, so Ty didn't see any reason to give him a direct answer.
What goes around comes around, right?