forum wonka must die (closed, 4/4)

Started July 30, 2020 by @MusicElle-is-here

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cool cool! i’ll post a starter soon!

Veruca bit her lip nervously as she waited for the others to arrive. She’d gotten all of their numbers from some serious snooping around and by some miracle they’d all agreed to meet her at a slightly run-down coffeeshop. She’d been more friendly than usual on the phone in an attempt to get them here, which wasn’t saying much, as her version of “more friendly than normal” was barely even cordial. At any rate, it had somehow worked.

Naturally, Veruca was the first there. Professionalism was important, so she had arrived ten minutes early and was anxiously awaiting the others. It had been at least seven or eight minutes since she’d gotten to the place, and the table she’d procured was the cleanest in the shop. The smell of coffee and vanilla lingered in the air, a nice perfume, in Veruca’s opinion. Tinny, generically soft pop music hummed from the speakers somewhere on the walls as she drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the table. She usually didn’t bother, but hopefully the others wouldn’t know about her current situation, and even if they did, she wanted to appear put together.

She crossed her legs and uncrossed them anxiously, then fingered her pearl necklace, a heirloom she couldn’t bear to sell. When would they arrive? They couldn’t all show up late. Of course, it technically wasn’t 2:00pm, their meeting time, yet. But still. Veruca fussed with the hem of her lavender minidress, glancing up as the bell on the door chimed merrily, announcing a newcomer. She tried to look composed. Was it one of the others?

Violet was the second to arrive, after all, her competitive streak was still alive and kicking, though regretfully she had arrived later than she'd hoped to. She'd spent a little too much time on her makeup, and thus was running a bit late. As she entered the door, phone in hand, she checked the time. 13.58, her phone informed her. Violet looked back up, searching the small little shop for any of the others. She wasn't too thrilled about their get-together, but if all went according to plan, nothing would go too terribly. After all, they were uniting against a single cause, right?

(random thing, sorry about the wording of that last sentence ljkfsdljksfd)

It wasn't too long before Violet's gaze found Veruca, sitting at a table nearby, drumming her nails on the top. "Veruca," she said softly, walking over to the table and taking a seat.

Veruca’s eyes snapped up to meet Violet’s. “Violet,” she replied, her voice a bit louder than the other girl’s. “Hello.” She sat stiffly, thinking about her posture (which was perfect, as usual). Violet looked nice, like she’d made an effort. That was good. Veruca hoped that the others would make more of an effort in their appearances than the last time they’d met. She didn’t have much to say without the others here, and she wouldn’t make small talk unless the other girl started it.

Mike Teavee entered exactly 2:00. He had the hood of his hoodie up and his earbuds in. He looked around the coffee shop before spotting Vercua and Violet. He pulled out his earbuds and headed over to the table they sat at. He nodded to both of them as he sat down, not saying anything.

Veruca studied him for a moment, realizing who he was quickly enough. “Hello Mike,” she said in the same tone that she’d used for Violet. She ran her fingers through her long hair absentmindedly. “Now we’re just waiting on Augustus.” She glanced at the clock and narrowed her eyes. He was probably late.

(sorry sorry, i would've replied sooner but i've been b u s y)

"S'pose he's probably late," Violet said, not really paying attention to what she was really saying, just letting the thought pour out of her head, but nothing else. There wasn't much else to do, and she wasn't the best at starting conversations, so she just let the group fall back into an awkward silence, waiting for Augustus to arrive and break the silence.

(you’re fine!)

“Probably,” Veruca agreed, eyes still narrowed. She had been told that she had a bit of resting bitch face, and her looked even meaner when she was annoyed, like now. Her death glares were practically legendary among her schoolmates, though she hadn’t displayed that yet today. “Why am I not surprised?”

(fuckkk. im sorry !!!)

Gus runs in, knowing he's late.
"I'm sorry. But I'm here now!"
He sits down next to the door trying to catch his breath. A shiver goes down his spine as Veruca deathstares him.
"I said I was sorry!"

Mike stared at Augustus as he rushed in, before turning his gaze to Vercua. "We're all here. What do you want to talk about?" Mike asked Vercua. In a weird way, Mike had always looked up to Vercua. Sure, she was entitled and greedy, but she knew what she wanted and went for it. Something he didn't do.

Veruca huffed a sigh of annoyance at the three of them, though it was mostly directed at Augustus. He definitely looked different than the last time she had seen him, even more so than the others. At least he’d started to clean up a bit.

She cleared her throat, throwing back her silky brown hair over her shoulders. “Thank you all for coming, even if some of you were late,” she began, her voice steeped with annoyance and an underlying layer of urgency. If it was possible to have a resting bitch voice, she had that as well. “As you know, things have been, well, different since we all visited the factory.” She didn’t have to elaborate; they all knew what she meant. “I’m sure you noticed how Wonka tried to kill us; four innocent, if annoying, children. Well, I’ve heard from the grapevine that we went through was just a test run of his true plan. He means to take over the world, and we are probably the only ones who can stop him. Any questions?”

Mike sat their for a minute, prossesing the information he was just given. "I wouldn't call us innocent," He said eventually. "But I don't think anything that happened to us was right either. How did you find out about this anyway's and how do you know it's true?"
Mike started rubbing his thumb across a large stretch mark on his hand, a habit he had fallen into after the incident.

Veruca pursed her lips as he spoke, expecting this question. “Well, I talked to some people about it on the internet and before you say that’s not a reliable source, I also talked to some people in person and on the phone. I wouldn’t have called this meeting unless I had sufficient information that would warrant not only all of us trying to take him down, but also me calling the three of you.” She wrinkled her nose as that, making it obvious just how much of a last resort this was. While it was true she disliked these three—to put it mildly—Veruca also didn’t want them knowing that she’d gone to the factory on her own for no good reason not too terribly long ago. “If you want exact names, addresses, and what they told me, I have screenshots on my phone and notes that have all of the information. Anything else?” Her determined look practically dared the others to contradict her.

Mike frowned as she explained everything. If it was happening to other people then that was a problem. "May I see the screenshots?" He asked quietly as he took off his hood, revealing a head of messy hair, which he quickly fixed with his fingers.

Veruca nodded, opening her cracked phone. It wasn’t the latest model, but it was decent. She was a bit embarrassed about it, as it wasn’t the opulence the others were used to from her. She slid the phone across the table to Mike, one of the photos pulled up. “You can go through all of the photos if you want,” she said coolly, folding her arms across her chest.

Mike grabbed the phone, raising an eyebrow at the condition of the phone but not saying anything. He flipped through the screenshots and photos. All of them looked real, and not photo shopped or edited. "Do any of you remember what happened to Charlie?" He asked as he looked through the pictures.

Violet stayed silent for awhile, nodding in agreement when necessary. After a bit, she spoke up, asking to see the phone as well. She was interested in these photos Veruca were talking about.

(oh god that's so short i'm so sorry, i've missed so much this last day because of the fact that i was unknowingly connecting to the wrong wifi on my phone jlksdf)

(it’s ok!)

“Not really,” Veruca responded. “I remember hearing rumors about him being chosen as Wonka’s successor, but I’ve also heard rumors about him being Wonka’s idea of a perfect child so the creep wanted to study him, like in a lab. Charlie was better than all of us, and I fear that he’ll have the highest price to pay.”

Mike nodded before handing the phone to Violet. "I agree, but what can we do about it? You know what Wonka can do. We can't tell the press." He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What are we going to do? Break into the factory?"

Veruca shrugged. Now this was the part where the plan was a bit blurry. “Well, I’m not exactly sure, but that seems like the best way to do this,” she admitted. “Unless one of you has a better idea?” She raised a judging eyebrow at this.

"Of course it doesn't seem like a great idea, but it does seem like that's our only option. If we must break into the factory, we should make a plan. A good one, though. We wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?" Violet's voice was light, as if she was speaking about some everyday "normal" thing.

Mike frowned. He didn't like the idea of going back to the factory but if Wonka's cruelty made it to the outside world, then he wouldn't like the world. "I'm in. Whatever plan you guys make, I'll do it." He spoke up.

Veruca actually smiled a bit at their smiles, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. “Good,” she exhaled, obviously a bit relieved. Only one person left to convince now. She just hoped that Augustus would agree with the others. “I’ve started a basic plan, but I knew that I would need you three to be successful.”