Re: Babette "Baby" Keeni--- District 6{FINISHED!}

On first glance Babette "Baby" Keeni is not your average girl. Her face is too round for her to be attractive, in fact her whole body is full of too many curves. A full and pot belly, thighs that carry a little too much jiggle. She was by no means fat, but a little plump one would say. That didn't stop her from seeing herself as she really thought she looked, to Baby she was thin and appealing making all the boys look her way.

In Baby's confused brain she was the best looking of all the girls in District 6. Her chocolate brown eyes constantly searching the streets for attention. Her clothes too tight, too low cut, too revealing for a proper lady...but who can blame her with a mother like hers. Her hair was long and dark falling past her shoulders and down her back. It never really looked healthy or clean, in fact she was known to use different types of household cleaners to effect the color, sometimes lighter or darker, often leading to her hair being brittle and dry.

Her skin was an awkward shade of orange most the time, most likely because of the mud she would smear on her skin thinking it would keep her smooth and supple. Though it really did nothing but make her have an odd odor and tone. The problem is you couldn't really tell her otherwise. To Baby she was the prettiest most special looking girl there is.

Like all Keeni's, Baby has a problem. Well she doesn't think its a problem, more of a habit of having a little too much fun. Her eyes from a young age saw things that little girls should never see, men coming and going in and out of her house. Their smiles and words about how much fun they'd have had with her mother sticking to that impressionable brain. Teaching her that to make someone love you, you had to give them what they wanted, and men want women.


She's often far too touchy feely with people not understanding personal space or boundaries. Letting her hands linger too long on people's arms or grabbing their hands and holding it tight. It wasn't that she meant to be this way, she just didn't know any better. In her eyes if you touched her you loved her, you cared, and you'd never leave. With so many brothers and sisters she needed that reassurance and security that she was the special one. So many men and even some women had seen her lay down for them, give them pleasures and then expect them to stay.

But they all left.

She used this physical closeness to help ease her anxiety of being forgotten, left out, unloved. Those thoughts of loneliness would eat at her til she would run to the next person's bed. Over and over the cycle would repeat and the tension of her life getting more and more. It was her comfort and her bane at the same time.

Her smiles were fueled by the flesh loving pleasures and excitement of the chase. She was called overwhelming and loud by the other people in the District, her school teachers had no clue how to handle her as she had been caught several times in compromising positions with different boys in the bathrooms or courtyard, and once the cleaning closet.

Her whole life was a blur of people. With so many siblings and clients of her mother and neighbors and prying eyes she always felt someone was watching. Even as a baby she could feel the eyes pass her by for some of her more entertaining siblings. The bigger ones, the prettier ones, the crazier ones, even her twin was paid more attention than her. She was a quiet sensitive baby and hardly made a fuss. In fact she was just called baby because most of her siblings didn't know her name, she was the younger of the two twins and just adapted to the name. Even when there were more children born she was still "Baby", and in her eyes that meant she deserved more attention.

So try she would to get people to see her, acting out and crying, temper tantrums and fits, nothing worked...but watching her mother and the way men doted on her she figured something out. Kisses make people like you, they make people see you. Soon after she was reprimanded for kissing boys in the school yard, an 8 year old shouldn't know those things they told her. Nice girls don't act like that. You need to behave. All the words fell by the wayside though, because now she knew how to hold someones attention, at least for a little while.

Soon the kissing grew to other things, more mature things, and no one seemed to notice or even care, hardly noticing the more visitors to their home just assuming her mother was doing better "business". By 14 Baby was hoping her baby weight would drop and she'd thin out looking like her sisters, but it never happened, if anything she stopped growing taller and only grew wider. She never even reached the five foot tall mark, measuring in at barely 4'9". In Baby's eyes though she was tall and thin and beautiful, and the way she acted she would convince you the same. It was almost as if she lied to herself so much, that her lies became reality.

Now at 16 years old she's a mess of a teenager living with a bizarre amount of siblings trying to make herself known. Trying to convince herself she's not as messed up as the rest of them, while hanging on to the lies that hold her world together.