Juniper Lovesworth | D12 | CB Fin

Mother falls sick the day she turns ten.

It's a fit of coughing up blood, seven times in a row. Once for every day of the week as if it were to be a reminder of her impending death. Weeks cutting away at the seems, but Juniper Lovesworth was a fighter for her mother. At the age of Ten, she pulled on her best outfit, meant for reaping days, and stepped outside their tiny home. Walking through the square of District Twelve, until she found a spot, set up her own little booth with a single fold up table that she took from their meal times. A single piece of paper with a drawing of clouds and a sun that is squiggled into words. Dream Readings. The only thing her mother has taught her from a young age.

Dreams were the truth to the human below the surface. Twelve was plagued with dreams of falling, loss of control, instability, and reckless behavior. It's no wonder it's one of the most common dreams she hears. Every day, she would set up shop for a couple of bucks per reading, taking in any cash she could manage to keep her mother and their home afloat. For being so young, she's had to grow up faster than others, pushing through exhaustion and anger in order to keep the one person she loves alive. It's a difficult job being poor, but Juniper managed through what she could.

Staring back at the Keeper who laughed to his buddies about her booth, with a wicked smile and eyes that look at her with disrespect. A bundle of cash in front of her, she had heard his voice, laughing with the idea of being chased by something. A smile pulls to her lips as she counts the cash, slowly taking in the large man who waits patiently, until Juniper Lovesworth decides it's enough.

"You're avoiding something. What are you afraid of?"

The tension rises in the air, but this is what Juniper does best.

"Yourself. You're scared of yourself."