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fox Graphics 1,362 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 22, 2024 2:07:12 GMT -5 but a butt ?	RAFFERTY {d4} WIP. Aug 1, 2017 22:49:11 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by fox on Aug 1, 2017 22:49:11 GMT -5 R A F F E R T Y :: 17 don't catch a falling knife -- big bad business grill heir to a type of empire
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RAFFERTY {d4} WIP. Aug 2, 2017 6:38:31 GMT -5

Post by fox on Aug 2, 2017 6:38:31 GMT -5

R A F F E R T Y

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“A person without ambition is dead.”

That's what dad says, snaps closed a safe, the numbers slipped into an envelope, and he reminds me not to touch it with bare hands. Shit smudges, after all.

Even in the sore rumours of our President, him wearing an immaculate rose on all those big bad broadcasts, blooming as sweet and as floral as his tongue. Just a touch but poison's sure hard to get out from underneath clean skin.

"Go on Rafferty. You have a meeting with an investor.”

This is business like the smell of bleach – a person who is a system, who is a Laundromat, who is our c o l l a t e r a l.

Never be afraid of things less pristine than the girls making heart-eyes at the prospect of an okay life, even murkier than the boys chasing getting-by like it’s a lion roaring. And I remember all the ways my mother would make me safe, a big brand of baby-proof and cushy in a lifestyle.

“She’s our daughter; she is not an enterprise.”
“You’re right. She is, and she is so much more than that.”

A prophet of profit.

There's really nothing scarier than being complacent.

At twelve, kids in District Four wanted to be victors – hanging up those cute posters of Leon Krigel, arena blueprints, breaking a sweat and splitting bones for the first time in training centres, and my dad swore to my mother I wasn't doing that.

Twelve, no visions of being a victor, crowned by the hands of another.

I always wanted to be the President of Panem.

“Miss. Rafferty, it’s a pleasure, darling. Last time I saw you – you were just a child.” He drinks from a glass, gives me those pearly whites, raises a hand towards the chair before him and he's a pretty suit in a dark blue sheen.