ayanova christiansen {d3} cb, fin

AYANOVA CHRISTIANSEN
district three
eighteen
concise bio from when i was false reaped for the 77th x

A jack of all trades—but a master of one.

I'm an artist, above anything else. They say eyes are a window to the soul, but they act my soul's window to the world also—spying and prying at the lives of the average to try and get an insight into something bigger and better. Interpretation of a situation is key, but pen and paper is not my style, neither paint on canvas. My art lies in slight of hand and deceit; I've learnt that you can get away with manipulation should you mask it with a smile. Sometimes I think that it could extend to murder.

It's not something I'd ever try, though. Confident, but careful of stepping into arrogance; I know to not push my luck. And besides, I'm not completely heartless. I feel my emotions run high and wild with the thrill of a steal, adrenaline thriving in my body like it is life of my party. The art of scamming is knowing when to separate your heart from what could be in your hands. Detachment, in a sense, but detachment that will make its victims realise what really matters beyond credit, chattel and crap—detachment that creates attachment.

The world gives, the girl gives. But the world only takes, so the girl only takes. It took my childhood when my parents gave up and fell of the face of the earth, it took my brother when I was trying be a sister and a mother, but I won't let it take me.

I'm a mechanism of my own making. I've made myself so that I will never break.