Whispers in the Dark [Glitter]

Larisa Bishop had never been a fully content person. She'd always had something that gnawed at her, always taking things with her self-confidence. Her self-absorbed behavior was usually outrageous to the point of over exaggeration of every little thing. Sure, she kept a cool head but she was always wondering what in the hell she was going to do next. Her manipulation tended to spread through her own thoughts and heartaches, and even though her emotion was usually handcuffed right onto her sleeve and somewhat visible, she tried to contain the messy ones that required anything but snappy words and violent tempers. And lying. Because being a liar was a rather intriguing experience and made Larisa smile whenever she'd flashed a grin following a particularly cunning lie. For example, the lie that she was sick and "Needed to rest so I can go to career training tomorrow, since I know how very important it is to you, Mother." then promptly followed by her strolling to her father's study, in which she repeated the same words, just substituting the word "Mother" for "Father." As you may assume, the disconnected relationship Larisa had with her parents was overly ridiculous and strained enough that Mother and Father were acceptable terms for her to call her parents. She really didn't care about the emotional strains that were held between her and her parents like a puppet string, forcing her to be as cordial and perfect as physically possible with them.

Which was why, after her little lie had been conceived, since she got such a kick out of making the said lie (which really had served no purpose in the long run, in all honesty) she'd given up on the concept of being a productive human being and actually following through on her lie and decided that she was going to pull a rebellious teenager and go for a walk outside. Despite the fact that nobody would want to talk to her or do anything productive for her... So she'd quickly changed into her favorite pair of jeans and her stereotypical faux-leather jacket (Well, they were in the districts. District two was known for being practical over other things and probably more insistent that good, well-crafted pleather was superior to leather since leather tore and was more expensive than most things in the world. No matter the Capitol used it for handbags!) A pair of boots made of the same dark material accompanied her feet as she slowly navigated out of her window, pushing open the blinds and slowly hopping onto the roof, the cold biting her cheeks as she slowly navigated herself down the side of the house, grabbing onto a particular trellis that her father had tried to very hard to get perfect when he was drunken as hell. Larisa remembered how very hard her father, a beer bottle in hand, had tried to adjust the trellis until it was straight (Or at least straight enough by the drunken standards that were called 'Lamery Bishops standards, and if you disagree with them, Goddammit, you better go die in a hole' standards)

Breathing in, her feet finally hit solid ground and she walked down the driveway of her home. It wasn't the richest by any means, it was modest and middle class for district two. Sure, Father was an obsessor of beverages of alcoholic nature and Mother owned a sewing shop in which expensive pieces of items were repaired.... But still. The two balanced themselves out, and somehow, they lived in a part of district two that was strictly middle class, in which everybody seemed to be happy. Sure, skeletons were in their closets, but they were shoved deep enough within the crevices of the said closets that it was nearly impossible for anybody without a flashlight to find them. And if you had a brain, you instantly had a flash light. And in Larisa's quite honest and quite blunt opinion, nobody had a flashlight that was quite bright enough to dig up the secrets and actually cause drama. But no. She didn't want to try, and despite her love for lies and deceit, she didn't like to cause tension between households. It was too cruel, even for her.

Walking down the street, she heard the voice of something coming from... Was it bushes? A cemetery? It was dark and she really didn't want to take the time to pay attention. Hey, Sweetheart, people are trying to sleep. Just so you know. She rolled her eyes, unobservant.