when hell decided to start acting, it wasn’t without ulterior motive. while it was mostly to continue the lying she was so good at, further her brief career in organized crime, she wasn’t much good at other things, having spent most of her childhood taking care of mother and threatening her brothers. besides violence, the stage was all she really had an interest in. she didn’t get along with thespians; the theatric show-off type made her sick, so she mostly kept to herself in classes. well, except around jack “hey, old fart.” she called, hardly looking up from where she lay on the empty stage. growing up with two brothers, she’d learned to identify people by their footsteps (mostly so she could yell at beau for running through the house) “class is cancelled today. thank fuck.”
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