Juniper Ceallach, 12

Juniper Ceallach
18
District 12

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Feels so good being bad
There's no way I'm turning back
Now the pain is my pleasure
Cause nothing could measure

Brown hair that scratches her lower spine when she tosses her head back mid-laugh. Soft when fingers run through it, strong when those fingers tug. Highlights of blonde and red that gleam when she rolls over in the morning sunlight. Dark diagonal eyebrows that accentuate her 'come hither' look.

A small, pointed face that pinches when she frowns, and lights up when she smiles, all her teeth showing, her eyes crinkling by the corners, bridge of her nose scrunching. Big almond eyes with dark brown irises, that reflect her emotions with stunning clarity. Thick curling lashes that cast shadows on her cheeks when she looks down. Thin lips on top, fuller on the bottom lip, slightly chapped from chewing and kissing. Lips that stretch to one side when she smirks, pulling up at the corners, just aching to be touched.

Thin, flat body with a scattering of moles and freckles perfect for love-stricken connect the dots. Pale pink skin that blushes easily, dark red spreading just below the surface. Long, thin limbs, graceful from practice, and gentle by nature. Everything long and straight, from her hair to her nose to her thumbs.

A wardrobe built from the bottom of the bargain bins and mixed with the finest lingerie and jewelry bought by her suitors, all 'fixed' and altered by her own skilled fingers, creating an odd, alluring, and completely unique look.

A thick, smoky voice with a feminine charm, like the sound of red lipstick or fireside sex. Her laugh is considerably higher pitched, loud and pealing, and as infectious as a child's. When she cries her eyes grow darker and get puffy around the edges, and her cheeks grow redder than a sunburn. Scars from nails and rocks and a few terrifying incidences with knives scatter her body, shimmering like a silvery hair on the surface of her skin.

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Love is great, love is fine
Out the box, out of line
The affliction of the feeling
Leaves me wanting more

If Juniper's personality could be simplified to a word, it would be loving. She loves everything, with passion and with everything. Gentle and soft-spoken, with a laugh that lights up the room, she is loved almost as much as she loves. All her emotions come from the emotions of others, when people are happy, she is happy, when people are sad, Juniper becomes nearly inconsolable. Having her emotions depend so heavily on those around her sometimes makes life difficult, one of the reasons why she spends her life in peoples happiest (or at least most blissful) moments.

Juniper is gentle and soft-spoken in her normal life, with an easy laugh and an easier smile. She revels in attention from others, and thrives in the spotlight. Juniper enjoys lazy afternoons, and quiet brunches in the sunlight with those she loves.

Juniper is clever, but not sharp. Her intelligence is soft, filled with knowledge of poetry and baking, sewing and kissing. Her thoughts are often loose and wandering, and often Juniper thinks aloud, hearing her thoughts better when she bounces them off the lips of others. She often trails off sentences when she speaks, and loses focus, which gives her the appearance of being unintelligent, but it's mostly because she is content in the moment.

In her job, Juniper can be whoever she needs to, though she prefers to be herself. Giving her clients/suitors pleasure makes Juniper exceptionally proud and so she does everything to please them. Juniper also likes to occupy her alter ego, J who is dominating, sassy, stand-offish and mischievous.

Junipers opinion of the games is one of extreme distaste. As a gentle soul, and extreme lover of humanity, Juniper finds the games horrific and cruel. She doesn't understand how people from any walk of life could find them amusing or admirable and has cut ties from a few of her old clients who expressed a positive opinion of the games.

Juniper rarely gets angry, but when she does it is a sight to behold. Her mother used to say that Juniper was the most skilled arguer she knew. Juniper plays dirty, using everything she knows about the person against them. Her rage makes the rest of her emotions less sharp and as a result Junipers anger comes out as an eerie calm, with sharp words and stony eyes, polar opposite from her normal personality.

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I love the feeling
You bring to me
Oh, you turn me on
It's exactly what
I've been yearning for
Give it to me strong


Juniper loves her work. She loves bringing love into peoples lives, physical and emotional. She loves being showered in affections and gifts from her suitors. She loves the power her work gives her, the confidence when she walks around 12. But Juniper would be lying if she said that her job hadn't caused some hardship in her life.

Junipers early days were spent like any other girl in District 12, she played and laughed and didn't eat enough food, but was loved fiercely by her mother and father, and had many friends to keep her days happy. She was a particularly feminine young girl and would often decorate her hair and clothes with flowers from the Meadow.

When Juniper was 12, and realized that she didn't have the same reservations about her body or her sexuality that the other girls did, Juniper began to explore. It started with people her age and then, when that became uninteresting and repetitive, moved on to anyone who would have her. She was treated terribly by the men she slept with in those first few years. She was too young and too naive to know who to trust and consequentially she trusted a lot of the wrong men. Some hurt her with words like knives, others hurt her in much more literal ways, leaving dark flowering bruises all over her gangly body.

In a particularly terrible incident with one client, Juniper ended up in the alley behind her house, bleeding heavily from deep wounds on her stomach and arms, almost unconscious from the pain. Juniper spent weeks in bed, with healers and doctors constantly near, but she never told anyone what happened, or how she got back home.

By the time Juniper was 15 she had learned enough to avoid the clients who would cause her harm, and Juniper began to love herself again. She started to form friendships with her clients, and quickly became the most sought after prostitute in District 12. Juniper's life was perfect for a while, she did well in school, had lots of friends, and a full love-life. Unfortunately, when one of the girls in school discovered what she did, the other girls turned on her. They bullied her with a kind of fervor that was terrifying. They regularly beat her after school, throwing sharp rocks and ganging up and beating her with fists and feet. They called her terrible things, sent threats to her home and sabotaged her schoolwork. When she was 16, Juniper dropped out of school because of the constant assault.

When her mother found out that Juniper was, in her words, a whore, she kicked Juniper out of the house, telling her never to come back. In district 12, this essentially forced Juniper into a life of extreme poverty and homelessness. If not for the help of her wealthiest client, Juniper very likely would have died within the year. As it stood, the client gave Juniper a substantial sum of money which allowed her to get her own designated residence and set her life up on her own. Because of his kindness, Juniper was able to get her self-control back and began to be happy again.

Some days Juniper mourns the loss of her family. She has two younger brother whom she has not seen in almost three years, and the only family member who has made contact with her is her father. Her father visits Juniper every week or so, to check on her, he doesn't approve of her lifestyle, but doesn't consider it a breaking point in their relationship, something Juniper is very grateful for.

Junipers current lifestyle is very busy, filled with the men and women that adore her and for a certain price, Juniper adore them in return. Though she elicits money for her actions, Juniper genuinely cares for each of her clients, and is happily adjusted because of it.

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Cause I may be bad
But I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air
I don't care
I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But chains and whips
Excite me