rodey kline ; district twelve cb

rodey
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You are a firm believer that snitches end up in ditches, which essentially means you're fucked. It's your entire job, little Capitol kid sent to stay in a historically rebellious District to keep an eye on things. Why you? Who would suspect a child, skinny little thirteen year old who made some bad choices back home and got punished? No one remembers you being around for the playground games, but that's fixed with a simple lie: I moved from the other side of the District. Living with a man who calls himself your father when he really isn't, but he might as well be because you haven't heard from your actual father in years. Taking extra care to remain inconspicuous, invisible, unknown, and resenting yourself half the time because you never know which side of this war you're truly on. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe you're just on your own fucking side, and you don't give a shit about anyone else.

You're tired of lying, because it's gotten to the point where you don't know where the person you're pretending to be meets the person you've become.