colt la torre. / district four -- fin

я𝑜𝓈𝑒 Mentor 2,890 POSTS Pronouns: she/her/they/them last seen Nov 23, 2023 2:34:11 GMT -5 anyway don't be a stranger	colt la torre. / district four -- fin Feb 4, 2016 22:04:35 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 4, 2016 22:04:35 GMT -5 colt la torre seventeen female district four cousin of gunner la torre, with permission from lalia <3 fc: kelly gale
	Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 20:12:18 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 "even stars burn out."

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colt la torre. / district four -- fin Feb 4, 2016 22:09:06 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 4, 2016 22:09:06 GMT -5

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]COLT LA TORRE

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]D I S T R I C T 4

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]S E V E N T E E N

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"I will fucking cut you."

She crowned herself queen of a kingdom she built out of thin air. Iron fists build as well as they destroy- she proved it to herself, but she cannot seem to prove it to anyone else. Dreams are not an accomplishment; they are dust. Dreams do not prove anything but imagination- something she has yet to grasp.

Thin air. She built her kingdom of out thin air. It does not exist, not in the flesh, not before her eyes, but merely within the walls of her mind. She is not blinded, she just sees beyond the lines of reality. Perhaps it is a simply a remnant of innocence youth, something she had thought to be long washed away, eroded by her responsibility, her destiny. It was not written in the stars upon her birth, but it was carved into stone the moment she set a single toe upon the path laid out for her.

She likes to think of herself as a queen rather than a princess, or anything even lower and more ghastly than that. With only one foot in the La Torre drug ring, she has already placed power and might upon her own shoulders and burned her title into her skull. She believes she is so high and wields so much power with her fingertips alone, and yet is more desperate than anything to prove that it the truth. She is cold, calculating, and steel-skinned- but there is glass in her core, and she can feel it, too.

It is infuriating.

She's got a pistol for a tongue, and gunpowder stains her fingers. She wears it like a crown, a prize- she is not ashamed of the bruises she has left or the blood she has spilled. The ache in her knuckles and the blue on her flesh are spoils of her wars- trophies. She causes more trouble than she can afford, but she does not seem to give a shit about the scars and the debt she leaves behind. (Destruction is what she was made for, isn't it?)

It begins from her lips, from her words. A single spark fluttering into the air and settling upon a few droplets of gasoline- and then suddenly a wildfire is crawling up to the skies. From kindergarten to the eleventh grade, she has ignited countless brawls. It is all a sport, a game to her- it always has been, always will be. She loves to hear the flames upon their tongues, crackling, dancing, reaching up to light their eyes. There is only ice in hers. She finds the way they rage like snarling dogs comical- a pathetic joke. Rarely does she lose a fight- she is meant to be the champion; they are air.

In the night, she does not take kindly to sleep seizing her. She keeps her eyes peeled open until exhaustion tinges their whites pink- she would rather stir trouble than sleep. With her posse of girls and boys nearly as dark and wild as she by her side, she rules the streets after dark with one hand balled into a fist and the other clutching a sack full of spray paint. In the night, she will either run along with her friends and graffiti the walls of alleys and shops, or sip bitter red wine at a bar until it closes down.

She has always relished how the darkness feels against her flesh- like a caress.

BY CHELSEY

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 19:06:34 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

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colt la torre. / district four -- fin Feb 20, 2016 19:20:29 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 20, 2016 19:20:29 GMT -5

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]COLT LA TORRE

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]D I S T R I C T 4

[googlefont="Playfair Display:400"]S E V E N T E E N

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Midnight sweeps its gaze across the horizon- she is its darkness. She is illuminated only by the streetlamps, ignited only by the adrenaline in her veins. Her figure is nearly swallowed by the shadows creeping across the cobblestones from the buildings that loom over her, with her dark clothing. It clings to every curve of her body, defines every muscle from years of training and fights in the back of the school. She prefers more rhinestones and satin and silk in the daylight, but in the night, she turns to leggings and leather- one, to look more like a bombass bitch and two, it's easier to slay and run about the streets without worrying about her skirt flying up against the rush of the wind.

Rings loop around her fingers- two on her middle, one on her index, and one on her pinky. Each are of different designs, different sizes and thicknesses, but each are made of gold and adorned with crystals. But she doesn't believe in the saying diamonds are a girl's best friend, she's a not a girl for jewels. The gems on her rings are meth crystals, and hell, she finds them much prettier than diamonds. (She recalls Gunner had similar jewelry, only it was a chain rather than rings- she thought something smaller and more elegant would suit her rather than a gaudy golden chain.)

Her hair tumbles down her back in long waves of ebony. It is a fickle thing- on some days, it is unruly and sticks up in awkward places, and on other days, it is much smoother with softer waves and only a slight halo of frizz. Her brows are even more unruly than her hair could ever be- they are bold and often all over the place, for she doesn't give enough damns to fix them on most days.

She likes to think that she looks and acts something like her two idols and cousins, Gunner and AK. She has a similar skin tone- dark, dark golden- and hair color and eyes- almost the same shade of brown. But the difference is in their depths. She does not have the same fire as Gunner nor AK- though she does have their steel. She is ice, from her eyes to her very soul.

She remembers the day Gunner died. The memory feels strange when it surfaces in her mind- any ghosts of grief have subsided, ebbed. She remembers a throb in her chest and hot tears springing from her eyes, but she no longer feels the memory so deeply- there is no hole punched through her chest. She remembers swearing under her breath that she would carry on Gunner's spirit, that she would join the drug ring and follow in her idol's footsteps- she is not one to keep her promises, but she kept this one. Two years are more capable of numbing than she had thought- though she still misses Gunner's boldness and fire.

She carries her memory, wears it proudly like an emblem, rather than curling into a ball and sobbing over the empty space she should fill- queens do not cry.

BY CHELSEY

Last Edit: Feb 20, 2016 20:11:22 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

я𝑜𝓈𝑒 Mentor 2,890 POSTS Pronouns: she/her/they/them last seen Nov 23, 2023 2:34:11 GMT -5 anyway don't be a stranger	colt la torre. / district four -- fin Feb 20, 2016 20:12:52 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Feb 20, 2016 20:12:52 GMT -5 an attempt was made ;*
	"even stars burn out."

arx Retired Staff 2,424 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 19, 2024 19:46:09 GMT -5 literally so gay, doing so many crimes	colt la torre. / district four -- fin Feb 26, 2016 15:42:23 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by arx on Feb 26, 2016 15:42:23 GMT -5 mmm slay [googlefont="Euphoria Script:400"]Accepted!
	"I run on the road, long before I dance under the lights."