Silly lemony alchemist OC looking for nice people to interact with !
Years of writing and developing my character lead me here.

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"No shower."
She replies dull. Standing and taking Ran's bag to carry it.
Once they get there.. yeah the place is depressing. Two foam pads as a makeshift bed, no blankets. A sink and toilet, a punching bag and a lot of empty bottles.
Vi doesnt want to go inside.

"Its a hole."

Vi just grumbles a little. She was already half cut, so the added drinks leave her a bit drunk. Vi might have one person left who could help her. Caitlyn wasnt coming to save Vi.. and Vi needed it.

Taking it Vi drinks some down quickly.
A nod.
"Yeah, its not far. Just a little hole in the wall."
To call it an apartment.. it wasnt. A room to sleep and a bathroom.

Vi goes quiet. She was rejected by the one person she thought wouldnt reject her. Its destroying Vi to be so alone.
Hearing Ran they nod slowly. A breathy sigh leaving. Evidently their mind is heavy.

"Okay.. I will wait. Can I have another drink?"

Vi looked defeated by the world. That nice was a tragedy. Not only Vander lost but her brothers. Powder too. Vi just keeps losing everyone.
She wanted to believe Ran hadnt changed.

"..Ran- You dont want me around. Everyone i love changes or gets hurt."
But Vi so wanted a companion.

—Barely audible over the music.
Her powder blues flick up to see Ran. Part of her pleading for help. The other part resigned to its fate.

"Everything's so fucked up."
A little whimper.

Vi sits. Her eyes wander slowly as the drink is poured. Flashes of Vander come to mind.. him pouring that same whiskey for others. Vi used to sneak it when he wasnt looking.

Her hand takes the drink. Bones are clearly broke but she ignores easily.
"Everything has gone to shit.."
She mumbled.—

Vi is disassociating hard. Sitting at the bar and placing coin on the table to pay.
She didnt hear Ran, except 2 words.
Whiskey, bunny.

She snarled again, lifting her head to meet Ran's eyes.
She's hurt, shes taken hits. And not doing well.
".. Ran? What are you doing here?"

Its another night. Makeup is haphazardly smeared on her face as she readies herself for the pits. Her knuckles are bloody and broken. Every hit feels like needles up her arms. And only alcohol seems to numb her enough.
This is self destruction and punishment. For everything. Into the ring she goes.

"Yeah? Well.. theres a pit ring in Zaun. The pay isnt great but its better than nothin."

"You'd be formidable in the ring."

She laughed a bit. Vi was the reigning champion currently. But she's not about to brag.

"Those just for show or do you use them too?"

Bleed out for audience approval. Tragic 、but perfectly on schedule.

Hey God 、if you're there 、my life has really sucked. So please 、for once 、let me have a sweet dream.

What is more passionate than hope and deeper than despair .ᐣ It's love.

Another night. Vi is barely conscious. She is broken, bloody and bruised. Into her depressing little flat, she falls onto the two pads acting as her bed. A pained groan leaving her.

Missing Cupcake hours.