charon calixys, district one | cb

you like to think you're a runaway. you like to think that when you disappear for days, your parents search for you for hours in the dark until their wrists ache from holding their flashlights. the truth is, they don't, because they don't care. they never have - mr. and mrs. calixys are robotic and unfeeling, always too busy or just not in the mood to deal with their children. when they were young, they cast them off to a nanny, and once they could fend for themselves, they gave them free reign to do as they please.

none of the calixys kids want to come home - when they do, things seem to always turn into a disaster. your parents are not exactly kind people.

you once promised yourself that you would not be like your parents. you would not be cold and unfeeling, you would not hit people until they bled when you were angry. and you upheld one half of your promise, but you became as cold as them. only you were stronger, you were steel. you had to be if you were going to survive.

with freedom without boundaries comes recklessness. you like danger because it makes you feel alive, and you strayed to places you shouldn't go in the night, hanging out with troublesome children and drinking too much. eventually you became entangled into a gang of prostitutes.

you learned that sex is power, and you like sex because it makes you feel powerful and it gives you a rush that can't be achieved by walking on a tightrope or standing on the edge of a four story building.

sex is power because you use it to get things that you can't with a silver tongue. you consider stealing all of your partner's valuables your tip for your services, in addition to the reward of money or favors.

you're a despicable girl, really, but you like it that way.