"Let's play a little game.. You will be the princess of crime and I'll be the prince of crime." - Mr J
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Violet smith, 20, as bad as she was already she never knew there'd be beyond to come across her.
Not everything seems what it may seem..
- love...
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Violets POV - The plan has been set. Today is the day me and the joker and his crew are gonna be robbing the bank.
I'm actually really nervous, I can't imagine myself doing something so criminal like, but I'm following through for my mothers neckless.
I don't want to make a habit through this stuff and do it all the time, it would not go well with my conscious at all.
And no matter what I will not kill anyone, I know I wouldn't do it. The thought of taking someone's life away just makes me think of how my parents died, they died by a fucking monster. I'm not gonna become a killer.
I just got done taking a shower and am currently drying myself up. My hip feels a bit better today, it definitely hurt way more yesterday.
The joker gave me a choice to wear anything I wanted so I guess I'm just gonna throw on something decent. I wanna wear something to impress him, which I won't ever admit out loud but I love the way he stares at me, if I put on a outfit that's a bit extra cute I wanna know how he'll react.
After minutes of just going through the pile of clothes I finally found something nice to wear, I smirk once I look at myself in the mirror. (Here's the outfit)
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Not too girly not too ugly. I think this outfit is pretty decent enough, I walk away from the mirror and leave into my room. I sigh as I make my way to my leather jacket that is ruined by sliding onto the concrete from the crash.
I zip open my pocket and reach my hand in to grab my small bottle of eyeliner. I don't have all my makeup supplies with me, it's all at the apartment. I huff to my thoughts.
I walk into the washroom and do my eyeliner with a sharp wing. I admire the way I did it and smile satisfied. I also have a lipstick that's a slight shade of dark red, I apply just the right amount and tuck it away.
"Aright, am I done...?" I ask myself quietly. I look at myself in the mirror once more before I walk away. I shrug with a nod and leave.
I walk over to the front door to leave my bedroom. I reach for the nob and try to open the door but it's locked, I groan and begin to knock loudly.
"if somebody doesn't open the door I will kick it down!" I yelled annoyed. Seconds later I hear some keys jingle together and Someone opens the door.
I don't recognize who this person was, they seem to be one of the henchmen I guess. "As if you can kick it down little lady." He snickers looking at me up and down. I roll my eyes.
"I'll kick you down." I shoot back angered, he looks at me in disbelief. I won't hesitate to hurt him I'm already pissed off having to be locked in my room. Yesterday I couldn't fight because I was sore, but I feel better enough to punch someone out.
