Luci Fer ♕ District Three (DONE)

Deleted 0 POSTS last seen Apr 19, 2024 0:45:33 GMT -5	Luci Fer ♕ District Three (DONE) Mar 6, 2014 20:39:58 GMT -5 via mobile Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 20:39:58 GMT -5 Luci Fer District Three The Tragic Delights of the Fer Family Odair I CANT BELIEVE IM ONLY GETTING TOTHIS NOW IM SO BAD AT THIS Chains and WIPs excite me nanana come on - Rihanna
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Luci Fer ♕ District Three (DONE) Mar 9, 2014 23:22:57 GMT -5 via mobile

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L U C I F E R
DISTRICT3|SIXTEEN|FEMALE

In medieval times, when the world hadn't evolved ~~or devolved~~ into a time where children were thrown in an arena to fight to the death yet, the world was ruled by kings. Rich, prosperous and powerful, these men ruled their kingdoms with an iron fist, warring with each other and demolishing threats against them.

But behind every king, there was a queen.

My name is Luci Fer, I live in District Three, and I am the queen.

Eyes as black as coal watch in the mirror as glass-like fingers pull through flaming orange hair in an endless battle of comb and knots. My toes ached and my legs screamed in protest at every movement I made. When I was younger, a child once told me that dancing was one of the easiest things to do. He'd said that all it was was just spinning around on your toes. No challenges or obstacles, no opposing teams or forces.

Children are always wrong.

Dance and twirl I did, yes. But what that boy didn't realize was that there are enemies everywhere around me, threatening to take my kingdom and snatch my throne.

Because this is my kingdom, after all. And with a family filled with whack jobs and people threatening to snap like a guitar string at every moment, that kingdom is constantly at risk.

If your mind is to feeble to comprehend what i'm saying, allow me to explain, and i'll only do this once. I rule my family, just like the kings ruled their kingdoms. My kingdom? It's never ending, but for now, let us say that it extends over my house and my family.

I say 'my family' with a bitter taste on my tongue, because if I could, I would not be calling them my family. Artists, writers, dancers, socialites, druggies, shadow-slaying monster hunters, girls as cold and lifeless as dolls, we got it all. And, if you think you've had bud luck in your life, well shove it up your ass, cause the Fer family already has you beat.

Hangings, house fires, drownings, axes to the head, again, we got it all. Tragedy runs through our blood, pumping through our veins and ruining each generation with every year that goes by. And thats not even the reason were looked at as the weirdos of society. Seriously, you'd think that with tragedy literally piggy-backing on us that everyone would look at us with a wary eye and think "Oh, better stay away from them." and you'd think that'd be the only reason people would want to stay away from us.

But nope.

If some kid with skin as white as snow came up to you and started blabbing on about how a four-eyed eight tongued croconophosophorus (or whatever Kinsey calls those things) was going to rip his skin from his body and bake it into cookies and eat them with milk, you'd probably be creeped out, right? Or maybe, as your walking down the hallway you peer into a room and see a girl with bleach blonde hair gently stroking the hairs of her favorite porcelain doll (maybe you'd have trouble distinguishing between the girl and the doll because honestly, Lucrezia looks just as porcelain as that thing), and she looks at you with eyes as small and lifeless as the inanimate object she's holding in her hand and a night-light flickers in the corner cause this girl is afraid of the dark, you'd be creeped out, right?.

Well, that's the Fer's for you. And a bunch of fucking weird- ahem, exotic personalities all mashed together into one giant ball of a family is the second reason people decide to leave us all alone.

And i'm stuck in the middle of it all, sitting on a throne made of ballet shoes and blackmail letters and honestly, it gets a little hard to manage it all sometimes. I'm sure kings had a little trouble from time to time, i'm sure Queens watched subjects revolt and dammit, I watched the subjects in my kingdom revolt every damn day, and I watched outside forces try to bring me crashing down and take my land for themselves.

And these outside forces are my own damn family, and it's not like I can just kill them all and get rid of them once and for all (i'm still waiting for the next Fer tragedy to do it for me) and I sure as hell can't go at them with knives and swords blaring and ready to slice off their heads for trying to take my kingdom (i've come close, though, one time I drove a knife down through Ree's hand).

My parents are the least of my worries. I have them wrapped around my finger and really, they're too scared of being killed off by the next big tragedy of the Fer's that they won't say anything to me. It's the siblings and cousins that I really have to worry about. Other people love their siblings, share everything with them and actually trust them. Not me.

I guess I should mention at some point that my brother Kinsey is the greatest threat to the Luci kingdom. See, he always says that the monsters are trying to get him, that they're gonna pluck out his eyelashes one by one and wrench out his teeth one by freaking one and then tear his eyelashes out so that he's forced to look at them while they do all these horrible and wicked things to him.

He's a great actor, that kid.

I admit it, i'll give it to him on that one. Everything else about him is kind of meh, kind of just eh and pretty lackluster. Tiny, scrawny, weak and a voice that sounds like a little girl was speaking for him. But acting? He had that down. One time, after we'd spent about an hour and a half going at it in a desperate struggle over who knows what, i'd adorned pitch black clothes and my scariest look and snuck into his room (you'd think that a boy who was so "afraid" of monsters would lock his door at night). Recently, Kinsey's been blabbing on about how he can't sleep at night because "the monsters'll get him", but I think he's only saying that because he's trying to make his acting believable. It's not like he even needed to do that, though. Seriously, because when i'd snuck into his room during the dead of night and shook him and pretended to claw at his face like those monsters he was lying about, that boy didn't just scream like a little girl, he didn't just squirm and struggle and cry.

He'd pissed himself.

Pissed himself all over the bed and for a moment as he cried I actually forgot that he was just acting and i'd nearly pissed myself in laughing at him. He was a great actor, I mean really good, probably better than my cousin Domino. Damn, that kid can fake anything. Tears, fear, and someone who'd go to the extent of actually peeing himself to stay in role, well, that's pretty impressive.

For as many fights as me and Kinsey get in, I can't help but feel like if the boy wasn't such a little twat and maybe if he stopped trying to pretend like those monsters were always after him, I think we could probably get along as brother and sister, or at least be neutral. But instead, Kinsey's knight in shining armor always comes in and scoops him away, rides off into the sunset with him on the back of his horse as I sit there and watch. Pariah Fer, a boy with a horrible name and a kid who, because of me, may or may not be missing a testicle.

See, Kinsey and Pariah are like a tag team, combining forces against me whenever they can and pulling other family members onto their side. Those two, Kinsey with his army of shadows and Pariah with his popularity status, it makes me sick. Family reunions and dinners with them were always the worst, jokes galore about me being a bigger bitch than the family dog and how my attitude ruined everything ever. "Well, theres a reason they named her after Satan, right Kins?". That one wasn't even original, Kinsey'd said it plenty of times and yet they still got one hell of a kick out of it. Not only that, but that little shithole socialite had identified himself as a threat. And threats, to me, were to be disposed of as soon as possible.

A quick kick to his crotch and he was out of the running for my throne, and maybe he was out of the running for other things too.

Like being able to make children.

I managed to be born with the privilege of being related to a human drug dispenser, otherwise known as Ree, or druggie, or mess, or the bad apple of a family of bad apples. To be honest, I don't even see much of him because he's either

a) Floating around in the clouds with the angels

or

b) Gambling so that he can get money to end up floating around in the clouds with the angels

That's pretty much how his life is. Get money, spend it on drugs. Get money, spend it on drugs. Spend money.. over and over again in an endless cycle until he dies. And whereas I look at Kinsey and think "He's after me and he wants my kingdom", or look at Pariah and think to myself "Kinsey's knight in shining armor is gonna get me", I look at Ree and think "Shit, he's going nowhere in life."

And by nowhere, I mean nowhere. If his goal in life was to end up sitting on a cloud with his little group of pothead friends or whoever he hangs out with, smoking crack and doing angel dust for an eternity, well, i'd say he's hurdling towards that goal. But honestly, if he has any other plans in life, scratch them off the list cause they're not happening. And don't even get me started with actually being around him when he's on that angel lint or dust or whatever it's called. One time, the kid was about to stick his hand into the oven, while the thing was on, at 350 degrees. He was spewing some bullshit about how the magic box had something inside for him and he had to get it out. And I mean it, he was about to crawl inside that thing, not just his hand but actually crawl inside of it.

Luckily for him, I didn't want to have the house smelling like a burnt piece of shit for the rest of the month.

Other times, it's just more or less pointless to even be in his vicinity, or else you'll just end up pissed off or extremely aggravated. trust me, I know aggravated. I remember one time he decided to start ranting to me about how he was invincible and how I couldn't hurt him, how nothing in the world could hurt him, not even me and my petty insults.

Maybe I took it too far, and maybe I could have actually seriously hurt him, but driving a knife down into his hand was one of the best stress relievers i've ever had. And honestly, yeah, I knew he was so high he was practically floating, and I was honestly a little too surprised when all he did was laugh at the knife and then pull it out of his hand, taking skin right off with it. Even I was a little grossed out by the amount of blood that came out of his hand, and I was even more surprised at the fact that I literally couldn't hurt him. Maybe he was invincible, after all.

Waking up to him screaming the next morning cause there was a hole in his hand was probably the most satisfying thing since Kinsey peeing himself.

I must admit, I let my sister Lucrezia have her own little kingdom, made up of night lights and a throne made up of porcelain dolls. She's one of the only things that actually puts fear in me, literal fear, not just the type of me being afraid i'm going to be overthrown. I used to be tormented by those porcelain babies she clings to, waking up panting in the middle of the night from a nightmare and half-expecting one of those things to be staring down at me from the ceiling. Gah, I hate them, I hate everything about them and I sure as hell don't like her. It's like she's one of them, her body becoming more and more artificial like those dolls as each day passes. So I let her have her own little kingdom, her own little palace with a toy doll house and a night light to keep the monsters away.

I make it a point of trying to convince her she's adopted whenever I actually talk to her. Seriously, the bleach blonde hair is just so out of place compared to my red hair and Ree's black hair, I have freckles, guess what, no freckles on her face. We just look so different, and if she really is adopted, well then I feel sorry for her. Because being adopted into the Fer family could be considered one of our great tragedies in and of itself.

I'm part of a large string of cousins and Fer family members. Seriously, we could probably populate most of District Three ourselves if we actually tried to and if we actually had the money to do that. Yes, we're rich off our asses because we're smart, but with the amount of food Pariah eats, and the amount of money Kinsey spends on sketchpads, and the amount of journals Speare buys in a year, and all these other things that our family likes to spend money on, we just couldn't afford it. And also, i'm sure the rest of the District wouldn't want our "tragedy tainted blood" to be running through the whole district. Bitches.

Over the course of my life I think my room has slowly developed into a makeshift dance floor, and for most of the day you can find me spinning around that room, toes pointed and body poised in a position as perfectly as can be. I practice for hours at a time, sometimes dancing along to music. And while Kinsey watches out for those shadow monsters, and while Ree watches out for new drug opportunities, and while Lucrezia watches out to make sure that all her dolls are in the perfect position, I watch, out of the corner of my eye, for my enemies.

Because it's a dance, one that involves countless hours of practice and an eternity of war for power. A dance I perform with finesse and gracefulness, determination and perfection. It's a dance that countless queens before me have taken part in, and a dance countless after me will take part in as well. The partners change, yes, but I am always in the lead.

I twirl, and they follow, hoping to one day have the power that I possess.

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