Violet takes off the red guy's helmet, to reveal an older guy, with grey hair in a military haircut. Violet says, "The bullet went straight through luckily and he's still breathing for now..." Violet points out, blood from his head pours crimson onto the Sandy surface of Blood Gulch. "Umm, Maroon dude, I need bandages." Violet says, looking up at the Maroon armored guy. "U-uh yes ma'am." He says, hurrying off to go get bandages. "What's your deal anyways?" The orange guy asks, as soon as the Maroon dude left. "I'm the Blue team captain. Captain..." She pauses, with a sigh and instead of saying her real name, she says, "Captain Violet, now private do me a favor and lift up... this guys' head for me." The orange dude shrugs and bends down and holds the elder guys head up. "Thanks." Violet simply says. The orange guy coughs lightly as the Maroon guy rushes outside with the bandages in one hand. He hands them to Violet, who wraps his head wound with bandages. The elder guy's breath started to become shaky, and rapid. "Shit. This isn't working." Violet frowns. "TRY CPR." The Maroon guy blurts out. "I-i.. fuck." Violet frowns looking down on the red guy. "Okay fine. Put his head down."
"Holy shit. You aren't actually going to do this.. right?" The orange dude says, about to burst into laughter. "I- always keep my deals." Mumbles Violet. Violet takes off her helmet, throwing it to the side. She gulps as she bends down and squeezes his nose shut. Violet blow air into his mouth. "Oh God!" She could hear the orange guy exclaim, making barf noises. "Come on Sarge, please wake up." The Maroon dude pleads. Violet separates and presses is chest down three times. Then she was back down, holding his nose, breathing into his mouth. Then once again three pushes. "Come on soldier! Don't die on me." The orange dude says, a hint of amusement in his voice. The red guy's eyes, slowly open, and he let's out a painful cough. "What... what happened here?" He clears his throat, sitting up. He snatches his red helmet and slides it on. He glances at Violet. "Who the hell are you?"
"Um... I'm the one who saved your life? I guess?"
"This is Captain Violet of the Blue team sir'." The orange guy says, a smirk implanted on his face. "WHAT?! WHAT IS A DIRTY BLUE DOING AT RED BASE?" Violet narrows her eyes, she shoots a glare at orangey. "You suck," She mouths to him. Violet turns back to Sarge. "Look, I saved your life, and frankly, I didn't have to put my my lips on you and save you." She growls, pointing at him as if she was scolding him. "Look, I promised to help your other man down, sorry princess, I don't have time to argue" Violet growls, she picks up her helmet. The orange guy cackles loudly at this Captain talking back to Sarge. It was absolutely perfect. "Okay, Orangey, take me to my next patient, and hey princess, be careful with your head, you should rest." She says, standing up straight. Orangey looked at Sarge, who was dumbfounded. "Come on Violet," He chuckles, and walks into the base. Violet hurries after him. "That was great, by the way. Sarge needed someone to yell at him,"
"Seems like, he has to have a stick up his ass to be that ungrateful." Violet puffs out a breath.
"Yeah... Um. The names Dexter Grif by the way." Orangey says.
Violet seems to have a small grin on her face. "Nice to meet you... properly, and without us trying to kill each other." Grif chuckles, and turns the corner to a blank room, where a guy was laying on a Hammock, he was sleeping steadily... "That's our Rookie, Donut, that uh crazy bitch stuck a grenade to head," Violet winces, trying not to snap at his snide comment about her good friend. "Yeah... Thanks Private Grif, I'll take a look at him, you make sure your Sarge takes it easy, just don't let him sleep." Violet orders. "Heh. Yeah, I'm not gonna do that, but I'm sure Simmons will be on that." Grif mumbles walking out. So Simmons was the Maroon guy. Huh. Once Violet knew Grif was away, she says, "Zeta, I need vitals." Zeta appears and a blue light shines over the rookie. "Scan complete, his vitals are normal Agent, his helmet protected him quite impressively, he does not need care, though his head has taken a bit damage, but nothing the human body can't handle." Violet smirks and walks over to Donut, she sets her helmet on a small desk that takes place in his room. She looks at his armor. "So this is the asshole who stole our flag, huh?"
"Yes.."
"Holy shit, I have an idea Zeta, okay, okay, is there any spray paint around here? Anywhere?" Violet asks, excitedly.
"Yes... there is a can around this room, I believe.." Zeta replies after doing a scan over the base. Violet snickers and looks all over the room, under the Hammock, beside the Hammock. Until finally she searches a black duffle bag, full of clothes, a Pink spray paint can, and a small journal like book. "Oh. My. God. Is this a diary?!" Violet cackles. She takes it out and flips the page to the days date.
Dear Diary, Today I am getting drafted to somewhere in a place called Blood Gulch for the Red Team. I am so excited to meet the new men. I am bringing some clothes, you, and of course my lightish-red spray, maybe this time my team will let me spray paint my room lightish-red, trust me. Bases need more style! Well, I must bid thee farewell. Love, Franklin Donut
Violet looks at the spray can, and examines it. She looks to Zeta, "I was hoping blue, but pink works."
"This is a very crude joke New Mexico..."
"Heh." Violet shrugs. "Washington would've been proud of me." She shakes the can, it making a loud rattling noise. " Violet... this seems unwise." Zeta mumbles. Violet rolls her eyes, and shoves Donut's diary back in its rightful place. She stands up looks over the red soldier. Violet covers his Visor, and starts spraying his red helmet. The pink showed up perfectly on the metallic red. It hid every spot of the red on his helmet. She sprayed every piece of armor on his body, had to turn him around and around to get everywhere, until pink replaced the red. "Haha! Suck it red." She mumbles, flipping the spray can in the air. Violet over threw it and she tries to catch it but it ends up making a clang on the ground. Donut shot up from his slumber forcing Violet to wince, Zeta quickly disappears. Donut looks over at her and lets out a girl like shrill. "DUDE! CHILL!" Violet yelled over his scream. "Y-you're that crazy blue girl!" He yelps, pushing himself onto the wall behind him in fear. "L-look kiddo... I'm here to help, you got pretty hurt by my friend, and um, heh, I helped with your Armor color problem..." Violet let's a nervous chuckle. Donut looks down at his once red armor that was now a nice shade of pink." Huh. It's kinda stylish!" He exclaims, happily. "W-wait... r-really?" Violet asks, confused. "Yes! And you did it so perfectly, not even one drop of lightish-red on my visor or the black fabric. How?" He asks.
Violet thinks back to her pranks with Washington and York, she grins slightly to herself, "Heh. I've had a lot of experience." Donut stands up and twirls around like a happy bride in her perfect dress. "So cool!" He laughs. "Sure thing?" Violet says, still kinda confused at the fact he isn't pissed. "You might've almost killed me, but! I think we're gonna be great friends!!!" Donut exclaims. "Yay.." Violet mumbles, sarcastically.
" You left Violet?!" Tucker exclaims angrily. "She wanted us to Tucker! If she didn't stay, then we wouldn't have got out!" Devil snarls. Tucker throws his hand in the air, then points at Texas. "Look, this bitch is not worth Violet being in hell over there!" Tucker retorts. Tex growls and slams Tucker into the cement wall behind him, her forearm against his throat. "You think I wanted to leave her behind, no, she made us. Okay?! So stop being a bitch about it!" Texas growls. "Fine! Jesus! Just let go!" Tucker yelps. Tex does, and backs up. "So... what do we do about Miss Violet?" Caboose asks, a hint of sadness in his voice. "We..." Tex let's out a sigh. "We'll wait for her."