What do you do when you find something horrible? Bury it.
Today had seemed like just another day - one of those days that's pretty much like all the others. Violet woke up, stared out her window for a while and wondered why, exactly, the birds were so very loud and also exceedinly cheerful. She got out of bed. She brushed her hair (still damp from her shower the night before), and changed out of her pajamas.
She took the stairs from her treehouse two at a time, her stomach insisting that yes, breakfast was soon - waiting in the Compound, most likely. It was sunny. It was warm. It was exactly the same morning that she'd had for the few months, minus a little rain.
That is, until she saw it.
It, for some, could be a lovely flower, so beautiful that one can't stop themselves from staring. For others, it could be a giant insect, one that freezes onlookers in their tracks as they wonder if it will somehow leap up and attack them.
For Violet Baudelaire, it was a diving helmet, the kind that they used in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
It was a very familiar diving helmet.
"Oh, no," she murmured softly. She looked around, turning to make sure that no one else had seen it. There were people here. There were people on the island, and this particular diving helmet was filled with Medusoid Mycelium - and she'd seen what the horrible fungus could do, from when it infected Sunny. While Violet wasn't entirely sure about the Island's store of horseradish (the cure, of course, to Medusoid Mycelium poisoning) she rather didn't want to find out. So, of course, she did what any seventeen year old girl would do.
She had tied her hair back, picking up the diving helmet holding the deadly fungus, and was heading for the beach.
And that's where Violet is currently - on the edge of the beach, right where the sand turns into dirt, digging the deepest hole she can. It's already waist deep, and she's getting blisters on her hands from the makeshift shovel she's put together, the dented brass of the helmet a constant reminder as to why the hole needs to be deeper.
"Why here? Why did it have to show up here?" There's a continual dialog going on between only Violet and herself, and while she is very smart, she's apparently not smart enough to remember drinking water. "Maybe it was from the raft. But how did it end up in the path? It's been a year, it's not like it magically washed up on shore and grew feet and walked."
OOC: Violet's been digging a hole for about an hour and a half, and it's about three feet deep. She definitely needs to meet people, so is a really good time to meet her. She's getting pretty dehydrated, too, so someone could be her hero(ine)!
She took the stairs from her treehouse two at a time, her stomach insisting that yes, breakfast was soon - waiting in the Compound, most likely. It was sunny. It was warm. It was exactly the same morning that she'd had for the few months, minus a little rain.
That is, until she saw it.
It, for some, could be a lovely flower, so beautiful that one can't stop themselves from staring. For others, it could be a giant insect, one that freezes onlookers in their tracks as they wonder if it will somehow leap up and attack them.
For Violet Baudelaire, it was a diving helmet, the kind that they used in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.
It was a very familiar diving helmet.
"Oh, no," she murmured softly. She looked around, turning to make sure that no one else had seen it. There were people here. There were people on the island, and this particular diving helmet was filled with Medusoid Mycelium - and she'd seen what the horrible fungus could do, from when it infected Sunny. While Violet wasn't entirely sure about the Island's store of horseradish (the cure, of course, to Medusoid Mycelium poisoning) she rather didn't want to find out. So, of course, she did what any seventeen year old girl would do.
She had tied her hair back, picking up the diving helmet holding the deadly fungus, and was heading for the beach.
And that's where Violet is currently - on the edge of the beach, right where the sand turns into dirt, digging the deepest hole she can. It's already waist deep, and she's getting blisters on her hands from the makeshift shovel she's put together, the dented brass of the helmet a constant reminder as to why the hole needs to be deeper.
"Why here? Why did it have to show up here?" There's a continual dialog going on between only Violet and herself, and while she is very smart, she's apparently not smart enough to remember drinking water. "Maybe it was from the raft. But how did it end up in the path? It's been a year, it's not like it magically washed up on shore and grew feet and walked."
OOC: Violet's been digging a hole for about an hour and a half, and it's about three feet deep. She definitely needs to meet people, so is a really good time to meet her. She's getting pretty dehydrated, too, so someone could be her hero(ine)!