[ Truly, there's nothing more startling than being in the backseat of a car headed towards boarding school and then , in-between blinks, suddenly finding yourself relocated to a forest without prior warning or notice. This is the situation Violet has currently found herself in, and she visibly starts when she realizes what’s happened. She turns in a full circle around her in order to take in her surroundings. It doesn't take her long to realize that something is amiss.
She is alone. ]
Klaus? [ She looks around her once more, trying to determine which way Klaus would have gone if he were here. She's standing on an incline that looks steeper and steeper the higher it goes. She doesn't bother trying to go up. Instead she heads down, and into the forest. ] Sunny!
[ She's clearly and visibly distressed. Will you be kind enough to help her find her siblings? Or pragmatic enough to inform her that she arrived by herself? ]
II. Tortuga
[ It's pretty obvious, in a town full of filthy pirates, that Violet sticks out. She's wearing a school uniform, crisp and clean, the whites in her collar especially obvious. But coming into town was the only option, aside from staying in the forest or wading into the sea.
She makes her way cautiously around town, trying to orient herself to this new place and trying to find someplace she can stay overnight despite not have any money. That's when she happens upon the docks not long after one of the cargo hoists breaks, sailors and workers all hunched over and bickering with each other in different ways to fix it. Curious, Violet moves forward, taking a ribbon out of her pocket and using it to tie back her hair. She stares at the cargo hoist for a few seconds before making her way over to the crew of men. ]
Excuse me, [ her voice is quiet, but steady and sure of herself. ] but if you take some of the wire over there, [ she points with an index finger to some chicken wire, ] you can use that and some of the chains to--
[ She's cut off when some of the nearby sailors laugh at her. "No need to worry about it, lass." One says. "This ain't girls work," another says. ] Okay, but-- [ "Run along," a different one says with a dismissive hand wave. ] But I know how to fix it!
Violet Baudelaire | Series of Unfortunate Events
[ Truly, there's nothing more startling than being in the backseat of a car headed towards boarding school and then , in-between blinks, suddenly finding yourself relocated to a forest without prior warning or notice. This is the situation Violet has currently found herself in, and she visibly starts when she realizes what’s happened. She turns in a full circle around her in order to take in her surroundings. It doesn't take her long to realize that something is amiss.
She is alone. ]
Klaus? [ She looks around her once more, trying to determine which way Klaus would have gone if he were here. She's standing on an incline that looks steeper and steeper the higher it goes. She doesn't bother trying to go up. Instead she heads down, and into the forest. ] Sunny!
[ She's clearly and visibly distressed. Will you be kind enough to help her find her siblings? Or pragmatic enough to inform her that she arrived by herself? ]
II. Tortuga
[ It's pretty obvious, in a town full of filthy pirates, that Violet sticks out. She's wearing a school uniform, crisp and clean, the whites in her collar especially obvious. But coming into town was the only option, aside from staying in the forest or wading into the sea.
She makes her way cautiously around town, trying to orient herself to this new place and trying to find someplace she can stay overnight despite not have any money. That's when she happens upon the docks not long after one of the cargo hoists breaks, sailors and workers all hunched over and bickering with each other in different ways to fix it. Curious, Violet moves forward, taking a ribbon out of her pocket and using it to tie back her hair. She stares at the cargo hoist for a few seconds before making her way over to the crew of men. ]
Excuse me, [ her voice is quiet, but steady and sure of herself. ] but if you take some of the wire over there, [ she points with an index finger to some chicken wire, ] you can use that and some of the chains to--
[ She's cut off when some of the nearby sailors laugh at her. "No need to worry about it, lass." One says. "This ain't girls work," another says. ] Okay, but-- [ "Run along," a different one says with a dismissive hand wave. ] But I know how to fix it!