where: london when: december, 1841 whom: @ravenwicked
“RUN RUN RUN!”
The winter chill that coats the London streets does not touch her as she sprints out of the luxurious apartment that she does not own. Her slender neck is dripping with jewels, a sapphire necklace. Pearls. An emerald pendant of unimaginable clarity. They all clink together in chaotic cacophony as she runs down the avenue, howling with mirth. Her speed is impeded slightly by the luxurious fur coat she nicked along with the jewels but she is still so much faster than the people after them now. Oh, to be nineteen and unstoppable. What greater joy could be had?
She is all mischief, all chaos, when she looks back at Wick—her dark haired accomplice. And the red burning comet of a woman laughs into the air again.
“Keep up, Birdie! Unless you want that man with a pistol to get us!” An old woman accidentally steps into Violet’s path but she does not stop. A forceful, unrestrained shove and she is back on trajectory. She doesn’t even care to look back. “Fucking bitch! Turn right on the next corner!”
