(Pre-Show) The Park

[Violet]

As she tiptoed the line between alert and asleep, Violet felt her senses perk up. There was someone nearby. She felt his energy well enough that it tugged her over to alert, but she didn’t yet open her eyes. When she could hear his breathing become soft and even did she finally chance a peek. Over there, resting at the base of the tree, was a boy. His green hair was almost the hue of the grass upon which he sat, skin pale and unblemished. His face was peaceful, his lashes lying across his cheeks like the wings of a dark moth.

He seemed to be sleeping, so he wasn’t much of a threat, but his presence still bothered her. Of all the room in this park, he chose this one to rest? Something was off.

Slowly, she crawled to her feet, gaze locked on the young man nearby. He didn’t move as she slid her jacket back on. Peering upward, she spotted a low hanging branch, and decided observation would be a better idea than simply scampering away. Perhaps she could take advantage of this rather strange situation. She did need some allies, and if she took him under her wing, even if he was meant to be a sacrifice, it would certainly help her chances within the game.

Climbing a few more branches up, nestling within a bough of broad, dense leaves, she waited.

Twenty minutes in, he began to stir. It didn’t take him long to notice her absence, and he cursed to himself. He took a moment to look around, again cursing, running his long fingers through his hair. His attitude at her disappearance was indeed quite concerning. She couldn’t wait for long.

Aligning herself just above him, she dropped from the branches and onto his back. He lurched forward as her thighs wrapped around his neck, legs and feet locking under his arms and snugly securing behind his back. He grunted as he tried to regain his balance, but ended up collapsing to his knees with her sitting firmly behind his head. One arm snaked around his neck, coming upward in a head lock, and she pulled his head backwards.

He choked out some words while she hushed him. “I don’t like being spied on, boy.”

“Hurghhh,” he fought for air, his eyes a little wide as they bulged from his face. His free hand slapped at her firmly secured arm.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Hurghhh!” The simpering fuck smiled despite his predicament.

Confused, Violet loosened her headlock. “What?”

“Boobs.” He grinned.

She released him quickly, bounding backwards away from him.

“The fuck is wrong with you? I could have killed you and all you were worried about were my tits?”

The green haired guy rubbed his neck, seemingly trying to caress the sore muscles. He didn’t lose that creepy smirk of his. “Well, they were right there. You shoved ‘em right in my face,” he said. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Her eyebrow crooked as she tried quite hard to resist the look of disgust she so deeply felt inside. The kid was old enough to be her son. It just…ew. “Yeah, nopeing the hell out of this conversation.”

As she turned to walk away, the young man called out to her, “Wait!”