Isabella Rodríguez {d6} :: done

see the stones coming at my window
see they left man no protection
tell his family that he will be ok
K-I-L-L

Too much invention tears you apart. I dare you to tell me that rules are stupid, and that you're just another rule-breaker rebel who wants to fuck with the system. No, that's dumb. People who ignore the rules get themselves killed - Why's that? Because the rules are there for a reason. You think someone wrote them so you could just blindly ignore them and ruin our way of doing things? You're an idiot then. The rules are iron. Follow the rules, else I'll cut off your nipples.

Rich folk are funny. Talk big, act big, but when they die they are so small. No one's gonna hear their words when they are buried six feet beneath the ground in a sodden wooden coffin. When maggots chew at the cornea of their eyes, and worms tunnel in their throats, no one will remember them. I like shooting them in the stomach, watch the blood pour out like wine, spilling into the mud. I'd make them suffer if I could, but there's too much risk in a slow death. Kill someone quickly and you don't risk anything. That's in the rules. Kill a man quickly, then his words and his actions die with him.

Don't be afraid, be enthusiastic. I love what I do. I'm good at it. When I was first taken in by the Cartel I was afraid. I was only fourteen, so you can't really blame me. They showed me what fear does to people. Fear makes you dangerous and unpredictable. That doesn't fit in with the rules. We need stability, and being afraid makes you unstable. They ironed out my fear, made me confident and robust. I am platinum.

Don't do drugs on the job. Don't do them at home, if you can help it. People got addictions, I know that, but it affects your work, which ain't good. They like straight edge grunts, but none of us are. I do it from time to time, it's good to know the trade, y'know? It's hardly treason. Just don't, y'know, do too much. Cocaine is a hell of a drug. Powder like snow, but it burns like the sun and makes you feel like the stars. Ruins you though. I know that.

People say grunts are stupid. What do people know? Fuck all. People are easily fooled. There's an entire drugs empire running through the veins of Panem and yet the whole damn world is blind to it. Common sense isn't that common, it seems. There are too many idiots in this world who are only there to make up the numbers. Streets are overcrowded with bodies who are just part of a big machine and nothing more. Good thing they're all dying as fast as they're being born.

Don't have a family. That's a stupid thing to do when you're tied up in heavy shit like this. In this business you'll make enemies fast, and they'll always look for ways to hurt you. Cut all ties. Change your name, like I did. Erase all evidence that you ever existed. My family think I'm dead - It's the best way. Kill off your family before someone else does.

I'm not loyal at all. Why would I be? If our biggest rivals in the drug industry come to me and offer me double the money to stab my boss in the back, I'll do it faster than a junkie can snort a line of coke. Everyone's got a price in a world where loyalty can be bought and sold like goods at a market. That's the business we're in. Money talks.

I don't eat too well. I'm not anorexic or anything, but y'know, this job doesn't pay that well when business is dry. It's still a poverty. I'm thin as a result, but I don't mind. You don't need to be physically strong to fire a gun. It takes a mental strength that I most definitely possess. I work with mostly men. I mean, I'm the only female grunt, so initially there was a lot of harassment going on. I didn't put up with it. Threatened to cut off their penises and staple them to their fat foreheads. Soon stopped after that.

Stick to the rules, keep your head down, do what you're told... And kill as many fuckers that get in your way as you can.