The camera opens outside the ATW arena, a street comes into view. Run down shops can be seen, many boarded up and deserted like the street itself. Shouting can be heard off camera . The camera pans round, following the sound it arrives at a dirty alley adjacent to the arena and loaded on each side with overflowing garbage dumpsters , jets of steam shoot up from the grates placed misshapenly along the concrete walkway. A dark figure can be seen, shouting obscenities into the dark night air and lashing out with vicious kicks to the dumpsters. As the camera slowly moves in closer the figure turns as if having sensed its presence and walks quickly up to to it. The first discernible feature that comes into view is the flash of blue from the figure's hair. Violet Cross seems consumed with fury, her eyes burn brighter than the stars piercing the thin veil of night. She shouts directly into the camera, her words all but drip venom.
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Violet Cross: DRAKE ! YOU SON OF A *BLEEP* ! YOU WANT TO LET YOUR FREAK PUT HIS HANDS ON ME!?
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Violet Cross steps off to the right and smashes the heel of her boot into the dumpster causing a shower of refuse to fall onto the concrete. Turning her back to the camera she runs her hands through her hair, her breathing once heavy turns slow and more relaxed. As she turns round to face the camera her face is a picture of serenity, seemingly having regained composure she speaks again in a softer voice with the underlying malice still intact.
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Violet Cross: You wanted to talk Drake? Well my office is in the centre of that arena. Me and Angry Pirate will be waiting for you and one of your other lackeys.
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With that Violet strides past the camera and out of view.
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Violet Cross: DRAKE ! YOU SON OF A *BLEEP* ! YOU WANT TO LET YOUR FREAK PUT HIS HANDS ON ME!?
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Violet Cross steps off to the right and smashes the heel of her boot into the dumpster causing a shower of refuse to fall onto the concrete. Turning her back to the camera she runs her hands through her hair, her breathing once heavy turns slow and more relaxed. As she turns round to face the camera her face is a picture of serenity, seemingly having regained composure she speaks again in a softer voice with the underlying malice still intact.
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Violet Cross: You wanted to talk Drake? Well my office is in the centre of that arena. Me and Angry Pirate will be waiting for you and one of your other lackeys.
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With that Violet strides past the camera and out of view.
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