Janet Leigh McCoy [D3] {wip}

Just for once I'd like us to acknowledge that no, everything is not okay, and yes, our house went through a fucking tragedy. It's like Jim never existed or something stupid like that. My apologies, auntie, I'll just act like nothing ever fucking happened if that's going to make you feel better. I'll try to pretend that our family wasn't ripped apart for two seconds so you can feel better about yourself. That's the loving thing to do, right? Ignore our problems? Make light of the grief that shakes our bones and wrecks our bodies each and every time we see his empty spot at the table?

Let's just fill our time with silence so we can forget about the past. That will make it easier. That will make it less real.

Here's the real truth: We aren't safe here. Nobody is fucking safe in Panem, and this ain't a lie. I don't care what you hear on television. I don't care what you think is true, if it ain't true it ain't true. That's the cold hard fact of the matter, ya hear? You can shout your opinion all you want, but don't be surprised when I scream back mine in bold letters.

JIM MCCOY IS DEAD.

Ya hear me? Dead. Stuck in a box for eternity to rot. He probably has maggots crawling through his eyes as we speak and you might as well have killed him, ya hear? You wouldn't let us visit him. You turned your face the other way and it was his anger that lead to his downfall. He probably felt rejected because we weren't allowed to see him. You made sure of that. "Oh it's fine," "Oh it isn't really real," "Oh it's just a mouth less to feed," Yeah fuck you. Is that what we are to you? Just mouthpieces hopelessly sucking life out of you until the day we either are old enough to move out or the day we die?

Glad to see we're appreciated here.

- not easily decieved
- angry
- flirtatious but not promicious
- a liar