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grim. Capitol Resident 1,081 POSTS last seen Sept 30, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5	Citadel Parks :\|\|: D9 :\|\|: FIN Oct 18, 2015 14:00:48 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by grim. on Oct 18, 2015 14:00:48 GMT -5 Seventeen\|Female\|District Nine -sister to the amazing Chaske Parks, along with Rolf and Pherick Parks. -permission from Ems ofc -obsessed with finding any kind of love ~~prostitute~~ FC: Du Juan
	Last Edit: Oct 18, 2015 18:30:37 GMT -5 by grim. where my demons hide.

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Post by grim. on Oct 18, 2015 14:22:45 GMT -5

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C i t a d e l.
District nine

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Repetitive actions had seemed to become a notion of my life, some would say that these repetitive acts are simply obsession, but I find them to be all the more classy. Sure I had made for a beautiful women, spiraling raven locks, fluttering down my back like a stream of black licorice. My face as clear as the crumbling icebergs that had filled the arena of the 69th. My lips a thin frosty peach. I was tall, standing almost six feet over those that had made me feel shameful. I hadn't looked much like my mother, nor my father, and this made for a delightful change. I was tired of having to be bound to such vial people. I had imagined them as a simple piece of gum that always stuck to the bottom of my cheap heal. I was getting sick and tired of wiping them off unto the burning concrete, soon I would walk were gum no longer fell. I would run, never returning to the life that I had been given. Refusing to feel their touch once more, feel the acid spit that they use to burn my heart.

I flew about in bright colors, staining my lips with that extract of strawberries, my hair messed into a heaping pile of grease and sweat. My body thin and protruding bones seem to shape its jagged appearance. My breasts small, and my ass dropping below the average plumpness of an average young women. I wasn't all that for my body, but I knew how to use it, and accomplish all of the right pleasures. In my line of work I had ended up with a few bumps and bruises, but it only made for a greater character, and it wasn't as if I wasn't capable of mending these wounds, especially with the past of hatred I had dealt with. I walked in a set of rugged stale heals, my body covered in the most glamorous of attire district nine had to offer. Which often meant I would find a rather beautiful curtain and cut it into a stylish shape, mocking those capitolites in the way they envy fashion.  I enjoyed being as bold as  I could be, after all I had the height of a model.

Living in a household of complete and utter idiocy had made me realize just how gifted I was. How I had been blessed with the mind of a true genius, and the rest of my family rather under developed. I mean my brother Rolf had a rather magnificent brain, but even then it was nothing compared to how I viewed myself. I was determined to avoid any sort of family occasion, or gathering that was brought to my attention. After all if they wanted my appearance they shouldn't have pushed me away so violently. It's not as if my family actually ever held these family events, hell if you could even call them a family. We were about as screwed up as it could get, a dead brother a crazy little shit, and two scumbag parents. Rolf seemed to be the only bit of sanity, but if that was how sane our family got then we were truly condemned to hell.

I  considered myself to be rather successful, I provided for myself, and it was rare that I had actually slept under the same roof as my kin. I had places to be, minds to pleasure. I had begun a rather exciting business when I was only fifteen years old, and oh have I truly advanced in my craft. I pleasured the souls of those that felt loneliness, and I had a rather hefty price. Would this soon get me in trouble? Had it gotten me into trouble before? Why yes, yes it has, but these few sticks and stones are nothing compared to the glory I had received. I was loved by all, and that made me all the more desirable. Ha, how love had been so easily required, people spent their whole lives looking for it, though I could spend a single night and a bottle of brandy and find it within hours. Oh, how willing I was to give. I had many that loved me, and my love was simply never ending. I forged my soul into those that taste the kiss of my burning passion.

It took less then beauty to make the minds of the curious go mad. They wanted every inch of me, and so I gave it, but for a price. A sold soul was a sold soul. And though I have engraved myself a place in hell, I'm sure I would find success in my fiery grave as well. You see not even the demon herself could compare to the kind of lust that I was capable of whisking up. I had mastered the game, and with it I had accomplished a life worth living. I had thrown away every speck of what I had been born into and crafted something of a much higher value. I had bought myself a ticket to everlasting life, simply because I would always be loved, I would always be remembered. If only the Capitol could witness my capabilities, the number of Peacekeepers that I would have to endure to make it there didn't matter. Soon I would make for a queen, no an empress.

Alone I had been for so much of my life, neglected. Parents who had found the need to create so many children only to force them to endure hell. It was like they had said about death during child birth, the child must suffer a hell that becomes never ending. But this hell was much worse then I could have imagined, I would have rather taken my last breathe fresh out of the womb. Away from this world had seemed all the more exciting, here I was diminished until I was little more then a shacking child in the tiny corner of an empty room. I was afraid of those that had made me, afraid of those that had shared any form of blood relation to me. But I was not the only child treated this way. Chaske, Pherick, they both had suffered a similar hell. They both had experienced the never ending dagger that seemed to strike my very soul with fear. I had felt the pure hatred of a father to his daughter, the way he spit at me, swinging his arms in rage at me for little more then a misplaced word. I was painted purple by the man who had placed me into this world.

Since the day I could remember a single glimpse of the past, I had remembered the palm of both my parents hands. They way they shouted, the way their mouths streamed that acid of torture. They had outwardly told me of how little I had meant, how low I would always remain. But they were wrong, for now I was of nobility, I was made to live as a divine, they were simple ants revenging my lunch basket, and i would just have to stomp them, along with the rest of these vermin. Brush them off like a set of biting wasps, because their pain would not illustrate the rest of my life. Away from this world I soon would be, because there was were I had belonged, looking down upon those that made those years destruct.

Those years of fairies and magic, of imagination and stardust. Of small sneakers, and braided hair. It had all been taken away from me, ripped from the clutch of my childlike fingers, and replaced with broken bones and bruised skin. Scars may remain, but a person may always change. I would find love in this cruel world. I would milk every ounce of love from every wandering soul. I had needed it to live, longed for it. Without the quench of my thirst I was nothing more then that same lost girl. It had brought me bravery, it had brought me the power to express boldness. I would not cower, not anymore. I would feel the kiss of yet another lonely soul, another unsatisfied husband, and I would feel the green paper from their wallets fill my heart with love.

C I T A D E L.

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Last Edit: Oct 18, 2015 18:29:43 GMT -5 by grim.

where my demons hide.

grim. Capitol Resident 1,081 POSTS last seen Sept 30, 2020 18:45:26 GMT -5	Citadel Parks :\|\|: D9 :\|\|: FIN Oct 18, 2015 18:30:08 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by grim. on Oct 18, 2015 18:30:08 GMT -5 fin.
	where my demons hide.

Cato Librarian 2,889 POSTS last seen Apr 24, 2024 4:03:55 GMT -5 I wish Cato didnt die	Citadel Parks :\|\|: D9 :\|\|: FIN Oct 18, 2015 19:03:38 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Cato on Oct 18, 2015 19:03:38 GMT -5 Another parks <333 accepted <333