[.}Feleci Tasse{.][>District One<]

[.}Feleci Tasse{.][>District One<] Dec 31, 2011 0:53:05 GMT -5

Post by WT on Dec 31, 2011 0:53:05 GMT -5

You've laughed at the name
Feleci Tasse for years now.

Once you wouldn't have dared
but that was before she got
stuck in the slums of District
One, working for money
~~that should already be hers~~--
an eighteen-year-old in her
prime, wasting effort on people
she used to trample thoughtlessly.

You don't know a thing.

Here's how it goes

Feleci's popularity was never based on looks. Once that wasn't a problem, but now she curses her reflection daily. Beauty could win her the things she used to buy, if only she had any. Instead, she's stuck with features that look too big for her face, no figure to speak of, and a wild mass of ringlets. Not even her colours work together; her hair, light brown with a touch of red, clashes horribly with her coffee-dark skin.

At least she got to keep her wardrobe when she went from riches to rags, although even that is starting to fail her. Feleci's clothes were all highly fashionable about a year ago, but not anymore. Worse, they're starting to fray and darken with wear and dirt. She doesn't have the money to buy even cheap clothing for work, so she constantly has to sully her good outfits. It kills her, but at this point, what can she do?

It's about who you know

Power has always been Feleci's drug. From childhood, she went after it in whatever form it took: training as a Career, bribing the Powers That Be of the high school world to step down for her, dating or tearing down (or both) anyone whose popularity threatened hers. She's never been liked, but that's not the point. The point is being known, hearing her name, having the ability to crush someone with a word.

The point is power, because nothing is more terrifying than helplessness. She remembers her youth, how easily she was hurt, and she has long since vowed to never let herself become that trembling, lost girl again. Daddy didn't mean to bruise and break her, she knows--he only wanted to make her strong--but the fact that she could be broken is unacceptable. Sometimes she feels guilty for the things she does to claw forward in life; she's really hurt some people, and there are nights where she cries herself to sleep wondering how she lives with herself.

It doesn't matter. No matter how the guilt eats at her, she keeps formulating plans and latching onto any ghost of opportunity that passes her. Screw it all, guilt and ethics and her mother and everything else that tries to hold her down or make her weak. Whatever she has to do, she's ready. She will do anything, become anything, to avoid the anonymous weakling of her childhood.

Anything at all.

If you've got money, you get in for free

There was a time when Feleci was the It Girl of It Girls. As a small child she was weak and broke constantly and easily, but once she started showing success in Career training, Daddy stopped hitting her as much and started giving her money. Soon enough, she was using that money to buy herself everything and everyone she wanted. She was the queen bee of her school, bribing administration and students alike whenever necessary but mostly riding on her reputation. Being formidable as a Career didn't hurt, and simply carrying herself with an arrogance to rival her father's was often enough to intimidate people.

But then Mother finally turned Daddy in for "years of abuse." Feleci tried to turn the Peacekeepers away, but they didn't understand her pleas. They took him away and began an investigation, and before long they found out that Daddy's money wasn't entirely legal. They disbanded his drug ring, took most of the participants prisoner, and confiscated almost all of the money. Feleci was forced to move to a run-down apartment and switch schools. She still lives there with a mother she hates, working two jobs just to stay afloat and hiding from people she used to own.

It's a tough life, and one that she hates every minute of. That's okay, though. Someday she'll get a break. She'll be Reaped, or she'll figure out how to sell drugs like Daddy did, or she'll work up the courage to kill her mother and collect the insurance. Somehow, someday, she'll claw her way back to the top. In the meantime, she's a tough girl; she can weather out a bit of poverty without succumbing to her childhood weakness, she's sure of it.

Was going to be CBD. Darn you, three-bio rule! *shakes fist*