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This Is As Close As You'll Get to Hell.
by: pixie paramount (2/18/2007)
Burton!Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Veruca/Violet & I want. I want. I want. (Because no one told me when to stop.)
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The first word Veruca Salt learns is want (I want this. I want that. I want—give me, give me, give me!), because her parents always got her what she wanted when she wanted.
The first word Violet Boulregard learns is win. (Win Violet that's what the game's about.) No matter what the cost; it's what she was raised to be—a winner.
The first thing Veruca ever is and what she always will be is selfish.
("Daddy will get it, sweetie, just wait a moment—"
"Sign the check already!"
"I will, I will—right now!"
"You'll do it or—" I'll scream, hangs unbidden from her lips.)
Deep down, beneath the prim-proper dresses and the somewhat perfect teeth, Veruca is ugly.
The first thing Violet is what she always was told to be—a winner, just like what her Mommy used to be.
Violet strains herself; she aims to please—to win—and she'll bend over backwards if it means she is the best, and she does that, because this is what Mamma taught her and that is just what she does. She does everything in her power to win.
And, sometimes, she cheats. Sometimes, she lies. Sometimes, she isn't herself in the ways she is—herself, a liar and an unapologetic cheat. Frankly, she thinks she deserves it.
So, Violet is ugly.
This is the first thing she and Veruca have in common.
The first time they meet they don't like each other. At all.
It isn't the first time Veruca found someone she didn't like.
(Sometimes, she looks for all the things in a person that she doesn't like and highlights them, makes them uglier than they are.)
Violet is pretty in the athletic sense that Veruca finds unflattering; she can't see Veruca wearing a dress, something Veruca wears constantly without looking odd.
She decides she doesn't like Violet much.
Violet is pushy and competitive, everything Veruca doesn't like.
Ironically, Violet is a lot like Veruca.
It isn't the first time that Violet has found someone who doesn't like her for some reason or another—she is a bit used to it by now.
Her mother always told her that, sometimes, people are jealous—or something to that affect.
Violet glances at Veruca, chewing idly on her gum and half-listening to what Wonka has to say.
Veruca carries herself like she is the best—like she is better than everyone around her.
Violet pops her gum noisily; she thinks she can prove her wrong.
They are both so snotty and half-pretty little girls and—
Maybe they are made for one another.
There isn't much of a difference between Violet and Veruca.
Their names share the same letter. They are spoiled and rotten, their parent's never told them better, and that are bored—they don't care if they hurt someone, all they care about is one thing: themselves.
The things Violet and Veruca are is what shapes them.
What Violet does to Veruca and what Veruca does to Violet are entirely their own.
Because when they are together, they are themselves.