Sugar Burrows :||: D10 :||: FIN

grim. Capitol Resident 1,081 POSTS last seen Sept 30, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5	Sugar Burrows :\|\|: D10 :\|\|: FIN Aug 9, 2015 19:52:19 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by grim. on Aug 9, 2015 19:52:19 GMT -5 ~~lol her name is literally ridiculous and yes that is sort of the point~~ Eighteen\|District Ten\|Female Code:Odair FC: Adriana Lima ~~btw she is my literal spirit animal~~
	Last Edit: Aug 10, 2015 18:38:44 GMT -5 by grim. where my demons hide.

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Sugar Burrows :||: D10 :||: FIN Aug 9, 2015 20:15:13 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Aug 9, 2015 20:15:13 GMT -5

S U G A R.

My name is Sugar, like the sweet crystals that flow so endlessly through the Capitol. The harvests that come from District Eleven, the cubes that are given to horses throughout my District. But I was far from sweet. I lived for Irony, and apparently my shitty parents did to. How they could of known I would become this twisted ideal of my name I would never understand, but I'm convinced that they had. I feel the spine of my back pressed against the stomach ridges of a man. With every breathe he grows close, then distant. I could feel the beading sweat from his forehead rest against the small of my neck. His arm laying over my abdomen. The taste of his drunken lips still roam near my nostrils. I giggle at the thought of his deep slumber, oh how dumb a man could be. I slide his hand off of my hip, and pull my olive colored legs from under the sheets. I look to the far mirror, noticing that black eyeliner had found its way a crossed my face, my eyes radiating an emerald green color. I pull my chestnut hair over my right shoulder, feeling the soaked sweaty strands laying against my chest. The back of my throat burned from his toxic water.

His body lay cold, if his mouth wasn't heaving heavy breathes, I may have assumed he was a dead bastard. I reach to his nightstand feeling my peachy lips curve into a wicked smile. I dig my chipped finger nails into the crease of his leather wallet. I feel my fingers grip around a small wad of cash. It was a disappointing amount, considering the unattractive face of this subject. No one in this damn district had any money worth wild. But hey I made way without having to work on some dumb cattle ranch, I never had a knack for scooping shit. I made too many of my own messes. I fish my clothing from his dusted floor, and pull them back over my body. The night was still young, so much more prey to feast on. I pull my hair back into a lose pony, and wipe the smeared mascara from my cheek. Hell, it was dark I'm sure most of these drunken hicks didn't care what my face looked like. I give one last look at the passed out bastard, and cant help but laugh ferociously on my out the door.

I guess you could say I was a women with a goal. A goal to make it out of this shit hole, no matter the distance I would have to go. I refused to be a part of the system. I was more then just a turning gear, if anything I was the rust that kept the gears from turning. I loved so much to fuck people over, well I loved to fuck people in general, it just usually came with a price. I was a classy girl, with classy needs. Sure i had to work my ass off to get them, but its not like I had anyone else to rely on. Well accept for my girls, they were a bunch I couldn't live without.

I had a knack for theft, maybe it was my convincing eyes, or pleasuring smirk, but I had a way with the underdeveloped gender. Women were a force to be reckoned with, and oh did they get my needs flowing. Men were just too much maintenance, always needing a women to take care of them, feed them cloth them. Men never fully leave the nest, I wanted a spouse of independence, so I found women to be my area of expertise. I spent too many nights hailed up in the home of some lonely husband that seemed to find a way out of his wives grasp. It was so silly, why marry a women you would only crush anyhow? Women just had so much more depth, the word love actually had some meaning behind it. I guess vows were made for a reason...to death do us part.

I was sixteen, when I married the man of my "dreams". He was tall, dark hair, seemed simple enough, his name was Bill for Christ sake. I was the perfect wife, and oh how sick it makes me. He carried me to some small rickety home, we lived for roughly a year, but this year changed so quickly. His addiction to that toxic juice slowly enhancing. His night longer with every passing day. I knew of his times with many of the other girls, how badly I wanted my fingers clasped around his throat. He use to be such a sweet boy tending to cattle, and making every moment I spent with him worth wild. But like I said, men are too moody, they can never make up their mind.

It wasn't long after that first year that I was knocked up. I thought maybe a baby would make him realize that we have a life together, that I wasn't just a bystander. But the child only made him outraged. He said he was leaving me, that the child wasn't his. I knew, and he knew damn well that it was, but it didn't stop his rage. He was gonna leave, oh the embarrassment, I couldn't let him leave me. I refused to become a laughing stock. Who the hell did he think he was stepping into my life and attempting to ruin it? He said I had to get rid of the child, that it wasn't his. But I was keeping it, this was something he wouldn't take away from me. It wasn't until he started packing his bags, that I found myself pulling a knife from the kitchen drawer. I walked ever so lightly, everything remaining black, I felt my fingers run along the blade, cleansing it of his blood underneath the facet. It wasn't until then that I had realized he was dead.

It was time to play the part. I don't look back, I don't regret. Who would suspect a lonely housewife to have murdered her husband? I mean there were some skeptics, but I wasn't ashamed to sleep with a few Peacekeepers to keep my name pure. I remain "innocent" to this day, how stupid the brain can be. The child was born seven days after my seventeenth birthday. She looked exactly like her father, her copper skin, her curly raven locks. I hated to love her, because I hated him. Her name was Maisley, after her great grandmother. The name made me sick, so plain, so depth less. My mother had said I wasn't capable of taking care of a child on my own, and she was right. I didn't want a child on my own. Maisley was left under the care of my mother, I hadn't seen her pristine face since her first two weeks in this world. She was a little over a year old now, and had no idea that her mother was really her grandmother. I was simply the family runaway. Not showing my face since those final weeks. I found myself a set of sexy ladies. Oh how they drove me wild. I wasn't good enough to be a mother, I wasn't good enough to be a wife. So I guess I would just have to be the best damn criminal I could be, I mean a life without thrill isn't a life worth living, right?

"I wanna taste her lips, yeah, ‘cause they taste like you I wanna drown myself in a bottle of her perfume I want her long blonde hair, I want her magic touch Yeah, ‘cause maybe then you’d want me just as much"

Last Edit: Aug 13, 2015 0:25:18 GMT -5 by grim.

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grim. Capitol Resident 1,081 POSTS last seen Sept 30, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5	Sugar Burrows :\|\|: D10 :\|\|: FIN Aug 10, 2015 18:39:34 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by grim. on Aug 10, 2015 18:39:34 GMT -5 fin. Avalon has dibs <3
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Avalon Retired Staff 1,291 POSTS Pronouns: They/Them last seen Oct 24, 2016 10:04:26 GMT -5 when i plant a fat ass cracker bitch i expect her to stay planted	Sugar Burrows :\|\|: D10 :\|\|: FIN Aug 10, 2015 21:08:29 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Avalon on Aug 10, 2015 21:08:29 GMT -5 oT3 i'm too hype for this yas <3 ACCEPTED!
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