AMAZONITE {ATHENS ASAI} SHORE, D1

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AMAZONITE {ATHENS ASAI} SHORE, D1 Oct 26, 2013 5:41:34 GMT -5

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AMAZONITE SHORE

"Streetwise career type with
no real respect for human
life but entertains the idea
of organized crime. Her birth
father was a mob boss and
a single dad to her and her
sisters . When she was 8 he
was killed along with her sisters
in a hit, she narrowly escaped
ala Leon without the savior.
Shipped to the community home
resenting anyone she met but
showed enough promise as a
career that she was adopted
by the Shores but she never
considered any of them family."

N a m e : ~~Athens Asai~~ AMAZONITE SHORE
A g e : SEVENTEEN
G e n d e r : FEMALE
L o c a t i o n : DISTRICT ONE
F a c e c l a i m : RILA FUKUSHIMA
J o b : HIERESS/MAFIA BOSS/CAREER
S o n g : WHITE FOXES
P l o t : THE SHORES
C o d e w o r d : odair

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AMAZONITE {ATHENS ASAI} SHORE, D1 Oct 27, 2013 6:32:48 GMT -5

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AMAZONITE SHORE.

My father told me that he named me for a city because he wanted me to be strong like one. He told me that he wanted my pillars to hold the weight of the world on my slim shoulders, and he told me that one day I would. I was second eldest of my sisters, but my older sister was born simple and would never be useful for anything that had to do with the Asai's business. We were a family that spanned generations, and our business was always that of killing and dying, but never by anyone's sword but our own. I had no brothers, my younger sisters were four and six, our mother dead and gone ages back. I would be the one to take our empire on my slender frame. I would be the one that our many servants and miscreants would bow to. I would be the one that the rats living in this district feared when the name 'Asai' was whispered in the most hidden of bars. It would be me.

So from the age of four I began my training. Every day began in the outer courtyard at half past five, even if the grass was crisp with frost. In those days, the only thing I would learn was meditation and physical fitness by wooping and hollering after the butterflies that fell upon our gardens in a hungry wave. I had a teacher that taught me how to find my inner self, a teacher to teach me the names of the plants as we ambled past them, a teacher to teach me the names of the important families and careers of the district and a teacher to begin my lessons in the martial arts. My older sister and my mother would watch sometimes from the deck outside our house. I cannot remember what my mother looked like when she was not pregnant. My four year old mind tells me that she was always glowing, like the sun. My older sister was always smiling in a blissful way, my father said that's how you could tell she was simple. I think she was just happy.

I got happiness taken from me very quickly when I was young, my father made sure of it. He was right too, our family would not be successful with a weak heiress. I've always had a calculating outlook on life, an Asai trait. Cruelty, however was bred into me and I am thankful for that every day. I was given a kitten when I was four and a half and told to care for it. The kitten was incredible to me, it was always sniffing something, bounding off, peeing, always something. It was so alive for such a tiny thing and I fell half in love with it, and then fully. I named it Tickly because his tongue tickled me when he licked my nose. I grew accustomed to his endless purring and in the middle of the night it made me feel safe. After three weeks of owning my kitten and adapting my life to it, I was given a rock and told to kill it.

I panicked then, I'd never disobeyed my father before, I didn't know how. Still, I couldn't see myself killing the tiny, defenseless thing that I had bonded with and come to love. So that day, I did not kill the kitten and my father didn't force me. The next day, when my mother was too weak to get up from bed and object, he held my new baby sister in his arms and told me that if I did not kill my best friend, he would kill my baby sister. He told me that in life, it will always be a choice of someone else's life or your own flesh and blood, I was to know which one to choose from the get go. Obediently, I held my kitten down with one hand. It trusted me, started purring, expecting a pet. I didn't know how to kill it properly, it suffered a lot. There was blood all over my hands and chest but my baby sister gurgled alive and happy in my father's arms. Hours after, I went to my teachers, asking them to teach me how to kill.

My mother had been dead for five months, she had slipped off into the night like some miscreant. My father says her soul was kidnapped, her spirit taken away from us. He was sad after that, one could tell by the twitching of his eyes whenever you left him alone for too long. My older sister did not know anything was missing or different, forever happy in her own little world. Still, she cold sense that our father was sad so she would sit by him always, smiling and humming to herself. I think this helped him. For me, I did what I knew to comfort myself and my father. I threw my little five year old body into my training, making myself too tired to do anything but sleep at night, let alone think of the life I had taken and the life that had been lost. By the time I was five years of age, my hair was much longer and my lessons had gotten deeper. Instead of chasing butterflies, I was practicing stealth and agility. Instead of learning about the pretty flowers I was learning poisons and instead of learning beginner's martial arts, I was being taught about killing. I learned how to kill with little pain and how to kill with much.

I was a little girl, but nothing was held from me. My father thought it rather important that I become a cold, killing machine. I was glad for the escape. There was no dwelling on anything during training, everything is always in the here and now when your master is swinging t you with a bamboo pole. A year of my life passed quickly in this way and by the time I was six, I could paralyze a grown man just by knowing his pressure points. I had to know these things, to learn all this because I never had my mother's beauty. I knew the charms a woman must possess but I was forever being told growing up that my chin was far too sharp, my forehead was too wide. The women in our household would tut every time I went by. They moaned and said that they wished I had my older sister's beauty. They always found something new that was wrong, whether it was the width between my eyes or the flatness of my nose. I was forever compared to my older sister's looks, never told that I was pretty.

I never believed I was, nor did it bother me. At seven I was already beginning to learn the secrets of our family that had been passed down so long. I was still training with a wooden sword, but it was sharper than most sticks I had ever found laying around. The third eldest Asai daughter, who had come only two years after me, was never made for leadership. Her life was spent already with her nose in a book and dancing shoes for training shoes. Out of the four of us, I was the only one suitable for the job of leader, even with my poorer looks. The only thing I had ever going for me was my long, raven hair that was cut into a straight, asymmetrical line every now and then. I had a fringe to cover my forehead, and tendrils of hair that would fly with my movements. When I was training, I might have been called lovely, if only for that flying hair and graceful movement.

By the time I was eight, I could name every prominent member in every gang, big or small in the District, as well as name all our accomplished careers. I held a brown belt in martial arts and I could poison a man and heal him with the flowers in my garden. I was doing everything that I knew to earn my father's pride. So withdrawn into my training and my refusal of grief was I, that I barely knew my sisters. To me, they were just people that I lived with, and I think they barely knew me as well. Sometimes as I was going through my movements in the morning, I would see my younger ones sitting with my elder on the deck. I would ignore them until they would go away. I never had time for them. I wistfully think back now, to those childhood days and wish that I had spared them even ten minutes every now and then.

One night, we were attacked on our way back from an outing. We were walking down the street when a rain of bullets seemed to rain down on us from almost every direction. I took a bullet in my thigh and one grazed my side. My sisters took so many bullets that they barely looked like my sisters anymore, my father was laying over top of my older sister, but he could not save her from a bullet that must have already taken her in the temple. It all happened very fast, a matter of seconds for the noise and pain to begin and end. I remember thinking about the meal we had just eaten and the people we had just met. In seconds, my family was gone and our fortune untouchable in the banks until I was eighteen. In hours I was put in custody of the district from my hospital bed. In days my house was closed up until it could belong to me again and I was put up for adoption.

There was a funeral that I attended on crutches, a large casket with three that got smaller in size until there was one large enough for a four year old girl. They were placed in the family plot with a space still left for my name or when I cared to join them. I was cold all over in the days following the hit, unresponsive and scowling. From my hospital bed, I ordered my father's most trusted men to find out who had done it. The perpetrators were boasting about it, so they found that it had been the Grimm family, that Corbet man. With the small amount of money I had available to me, I ordered a hit back, on the man,his wife and his child. I didn't care how old the other boy was. I would show them all that I was not to be trifled with, eight years old an orphaned in only a few seconds or no.

When the report came back to me that the boy had managed to survive, I was furious but there was nothing to be done. I was being released from hospital and shipped off to a District orphanage for the elite, my new home until I turned eighteen. Or so I thought. It's true that I spent most of my life there. I kept up with my training easily enough. The teachers that I had grown up with were gone of course, but there were a few to learn from, like the yard bullies and the trainers from the centers. If I grew up with an upper class education, the school yard is where I learned how to play dirty. I learned how to break noses, how to lie and cheat. My usual expression was a scowl and my usual response was a fist to the nose. Many people tried to 'console' me, so I beat them up. Weakness was for the weak and I had to prove that I was stronger and tougher than all of them. In a home full of careers, one had to fight hard to stay on top, and oh I did. I was queen of my kingdom.

I lived there for a steady eight years, and was so close to my empire and my freedom I could taste it. It's hard to stay unnoticeable and weak looking in an orphanage for careers. I never wanted to be adopted, for my name to be stripped from me. Every time a prominent family came through, the house would be whipped into a frenzy so I would make sure to appear weak and unskillful. Still, as I aged, my looks did not help me. My sharp chin and narrowed eyes lent me an evil sort of look, my thick brows made me appear to be forever angry. My ears were pierced with an ice and needle in more than one place, and I learned how to put my eyeliner on in the thick way that only teenagers can pull off.

During the sixty-fourth games, I forgot myself and was practicing my movements in the yard, a black belt for many years now. I had never stopped the intensity of my training, or bothered to slow it down. I did not have the luxury of laziness. I was spotted by the Shore family, I guess they wanted insurance of another daughter in case the one they had in the games died. I was chosen, as if I was lucky the other kids glared at me as I was taken out. I felt like a prisoner being dragged deeper into hell after the coming view of freedom.

They stripped me of my noble name and named me after a rock, as if I was just washed up on their shore and they had happened upon me. They renamed me as if they had a right to claim me, the legacy of the Asai. I would kill them all for it, crushing their rocky names in my hands like dust. Once I had my empire back they will all die and I will wipe the Grimm name from this earth for daring to even touch what was mine. They will pay, all of them.

And now I wish that
The earth would turn cold
And my heart would forget it's made of glass
And all the pretty tulips would disappear
And never disturb me again

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