hell mo ✦ district twelve ✦ cbd3 ✦ fin

Her small, frail body looked down at the burning flames with a grin implanted on her face as the fire would burn and cackle. Hell, she was a dangerous one as the only thing she wanted was Mo. A funny one too. She liked to watch people struggle and then when they're about to give up she'll hop in and help them out. Though she liked to watch them struggle, most would imagine a fire background behind her as she made them try as if they were to die if they were to lose but then right as they were on the verge of collapsing she would hop in and help.

Hell. That was one way to describe how her mind worked as she outstretched her arms and would laugh at them with her parents thoughts of her thrown out of the window because they named her Hell. And whenever she would want more, she'd have her own little comical pun.

"Hell wants some Mo." The only thing she would say whenever people gave her something. Sure, she was selfish but her name gave a good pun to use. Though, she normally went by Mo due to her real name, finding it to be quite annoying for someone to call out for her and to get shushed for saying the name.

("What's your name?") 

"Hell--" Mo would rethink her name, deciding to go with the usual. "Just call me Mo." And it stayed like that without anyone else asking about it. To her it sounds pretty normal in her life of mother and father finding themselves laughing at their daughter more than with each other.