Violet's Invention
The sky was gray. But wasn't it always? Dull, dreary, clouded gray, promises of rain hanging in the sky. It was under that familiar gloom that Violet Baudelaire sat, tinkering with her usual collection of wires and gears and scrap metal, trying to form some sort of working invention. Her hair was tied up with a sleek black ribbon, her mind focused solely on the idea before her.
It was her newest plan to evade one persistent, roachlike Count. A little box, nondescript if you hadn't been told what it was. A cloaking device- one that could mean the difference between life and death for the Baudelaire siblings, if worst came to worst.
"How is it progressing?" Klaus's tone was as polite as ever. Violet smiled up at her bespectacled younger sibling, wiping her hands on the hem of her yellow dress. Oil and grease stains had always decorated her clothing, and it felt like one final strand of homely familiarity in this strange new life she'd been made to accept.
"Quite well, I think. It should be done by...next week," She estimated, staring down at the little dull box. It was hard to beleive that such a small thing, made of cogs and electricity, could possibly have the power to protect anyone. But she had faith that it would. It would work, and they'd all be safe. She wouldn't let the doubt in her chest tell her otherwise.
"Good. I don't think I can stomach being on the lam for much longer. I'm fairly certain Sunny would agree," There was nothing mean or accusatory about his tone. Violet appreciated that- appreciated the fact that despite his lost childhood, the pain he and Sunny had been made to endure from such a young age- and he remained a fighter despite it. He showed no signs of bitterness, nor hate, and Violet would always respect that resilience in her brother.
"Where is Sunny, anyways? She's not chewing on our tent, is she?" Violet joked, picking up and dusting off the box, before slipping it into her pocket.
"She's cooking lunch, actually. She thought you might like to come back to a nice meal,"
"Well, she was right. Thank you for coming to find me,"
"Of course. You're the one building our salvation, aren't you?"