gunner slate | d9 | cb | fin

your father was a mean man. the key word was. he hadnt been in your life in quite a while, but that didnt mean his influence hadnt lingered.

your mother didnt know how to take care of you, to be quite frank, your temper had gotten the best of most people. some people wondered just how you had so much rage in that body of yours. simple situations caused you more distress then others, and you would lash out, tongue laced with gunpowder and face full of red hot smoke.

your mother tried to figure out ways for you to channel that anger into something productive, however, it proved to be harder than she thought. she spent so much time trying to find anyone that would give you a chance, but they all knew just how volatile you were.

you were just like your dad.

the announcement of law enforcement though, being what district nine will be in charge of. that did pique your interest.

maybe that is what you needed to hear. maybe that was your calling.

only time would tell.