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what a bad chick

she wants to flaunt it

You were born in the Hovel. [break][break]

Typically some people would try to hide this, but you loved to own it. You never thought being sad about it would do any good for you, so you simply...worked with it. Went with the flow. Mom and Dad were capable people, had big plans and even bigger ambitions, and really what else could you ask for with nine older siblings? You ran somewhat rampant honestly, with a sassy twirl to your hips and a sparkle in your eye that was dangerous. [break][break]

You aspired to big and great things. [break][break]

Mom and Dad couldn’t be prouder of their little girl, but they had things to take care of. [break][break]

Whispers could be heard in the middle of the night as you crept from your bedroom to listen in, and people came in and out of the house at a constant with a smooth look on their faces. It fascinated you how your father seemed to captivate them simply by whispering in their ears. [break][break]

You wanted to be just like him. [break][break]

So you did what you saw him do, you manipulated every friend you made to do what you wanted them to do, and listened. You listened well, because you learned from an early age how to collect a lot of useful information. Playgrounds weren’t safe from you and soon you learned the value of blackmail, getting what you wanted from your peers quickly and efficiently with the use of information gathered by yourself and a select few trusted “officials” you had elected. [break][break]

Things were going well for a while.

got that look in her eyes

she wants to own this

Dad knew a man who you came to know as Uncle Dmitri. What you knew about Dad honestly wasn’t too much, he liked a coven called Silver Tongue and he was big and strong, and you often shrugged and said that was all you needed to know because it was true. But Uncle Dmitri? Uncle Dmitri was an enigma and a powerful ally - or so your mother revealed. [break][break]

What you wanted though was favor with him, considering you had nine other siblings all vying for his attention. Of course you were young, and very upfront about it. [break][break]

“Uncle Dmitri! Aren’t I your favorite? You’re other options aren’t as good you know!” [break][break]

Of course he saw right through you, ruffled those dark locks and chuckled and told you to try again next time. Your plans weren’t working against adults, they were too smart for you. Your face flamed red and you were embarrassed, but no less determined. [break][break]

The worst part was when he forgot your name. [break][break]

Of course the moniker Dollie wasn’t all that bad, it was rather cute actually, though he was the only one allowed to call you that. Things were starting to look up for the family, power growing under your fingertips. [break][break]

But it wasn’t enough. [break][break]

The empire growing under your parent’s feet was not going to be yours anytime soon, not with nine in the way of the throne. They were trained though, all of you were, and infiltration was something you learned early on. As the eldest went on to their covens, everyone spread out to gather intel from each faction and bring it back. Still performing their coven duties but at a higher risk of being caught, everyone seemed to love the thrill. [break][break]

Your dedication never wavered in all that time. [break][break]

Uncle Dmitri was someone you wanted to impress, but still you got nowhere close to it.

what a grown chick

beautiful lips

Time passed. [break][break]

Things happened. [break][break]

You gained an empire under your foot - okay well not you directly but mom and dad did. [break][break]

Your family was top in the Hovel, had good connections, better people working under you. You yourself? You decided to run with a small gang, to forget gaining favor with a man who would never look twice in your direction again. You gained six of your closest friends, formed a small goal-oriented mafia of your own. [break][break]

You took power where there was none before. [break][break]

You were an information broker, someone to be feared because you could dig up anything on anyone for the right price at the right time with the right resources. The Black Dahlia was no joke, and neither were your associates. You could tell your father was proud by the way he looked at you, looked through the nine others right in your direction. [break][break]

You burned with pride, but it wasn’t enough. [break][break]

There was a hunger there, a desire like no other. [break][break]

You wanted to take this city by storm. [break][break]

So you joined Silver Tongue, screwed around for a bit as expected, and figured out things slowly. Taking your time was vital, there was no need to rush in your business otherwise it would all come crashing down around you. You made sure to walk by Uncle Dmitri, to prove you wanted nothing to do with him. [break][break]

But you stared. [break][break]

You watched quietly, achingly, wondering if it was because you weren’t good enough. [break][break]

If your siblings were all better. [break][break]

You’d done so much growing up honestly. [break][break]

You kept watch, kept that pressuring gaze on him, and eventually you knew something had to give. Either him or you, and it was him. He approached you one day in the middle of a conversation, and you sat silently as he handed you an envelope. [break][break]

“Finish that, and then I’ll speak with you.” [break][break]

Those words rang in your ears, and the mission inside made your stomach sink. The parameters were dangerous, seemingly impossible, but with your mouth set in a grim line you nodded and left. Your squad was ready to go in hours, and you finished the mission in record time, and returned with enough blood on your hands to stain your hair red. [break][break]

He was impressed. [break][break]

He agreed to make the connections. [break][break]

The light dimmed in your eyes, but the spark reignited when you found out what you gained in comparison to what you thought you lost. [break][break]

Life suddenly was about to get a lot more interesting.