I would rather lose in a cause that will some day win, than win in a cause that will some day lose!
I was born in good ol' Washington D.C. I only stayed there until I was like five and then my parents decided that it was just too much of a tourist trap for them. Before then, there isn't really much to talk about. I don't have very many memories from then. So my parents up and moved, and they went from touristy Washington to quiet and untouristy New Orleans. What weirdos. Well we did live moreso on the outskirts of New Orleans, but still. I guess I'll just never understood how they could leave Washington D.C. saying it was too touristy and move to New Orleans. So most of my memories come from this time. I actually liked New Orleans a lot and when I turned 6, my parents decided they needed to find a way to keep me from swinging from banisters and jumping off counters. I was pretty wild back then. I certainly know I'm not wild at all anymore. So my parents took me to a gymnastics class where I could do all sorts of things like I was doing at home, but be safer. I wasn't sure at first, but then I came to learn that I absolutely loved it. I got really good, beating out most people even older than me. But then I suppose when you love something so much and practice hard (even at home, sorry Mom and Dad) that you just get better faster than most people. Well so girls started to get jealous of me, but nothing much came of it until one day when I was 9. Our school of gymnastics was going to a great nation-wide competition. My teacher got to pick out a team of three to go. She ended up picking me and two others, including a really snotty girl who thought she was all that. She was also 12 and had been training there since she was 5 or something like that. I was real excited and I couldn't wait to get to Washington D.C. for the tournament. I even got to go back to my first home. At the tournament, we did real well. Our team came in third place and considering it was a nation-wide competition, that's pretty cool. I even got to be the finalist in the tournament for our team. Needless to say, the snot was not impressed with this. In fact, she was pissed as hell. All she did was glare, huff, say how she would have come in first, and all that as we went back to New Orleans. When we got home, she just went right home and didn't stay with us to celebrate. My teacher wasn't happy with her, but there wasn't much she could do about it. We all celebrated, we all went home, and that was it for the night. It was the next day that shit hit the fan. This snot has a real big dad who thought that his little girl was the best at everything and deserved everything and he came over to my parents and tried to strong-arm my parents into taking me out of gymnastics. My dad wanted to do it to avoid the confrontation, but my mom had other ideas. Not only did she keep me in, she started to make sure that I had a place in the house to practice all I wanted so I could get better. Sadly, though, the guy was also rich. He ended up paying an assassin who went in a couple weeks after. The guy struck at night and I slept through almost the whole thing. He killed my dad, but my mom woke up to scream which woke me up and I managed to get out my second story window because of a tree right outside. My mom ended up dying, but from the story I saw in the local newspaper the next day, she also got to the kitchen before he got her and ended up giving him a fatal wound with a huge kitchen knife. Something I gotta say about my mom, she had spirit. I went back later that night to gather food and some clothes and stuff before I left and took to the streets. I didn't want to leave New Orleans at all. Unfortunately I couldn't go back to school, so who knows what came of the snot. And I never heard if the assassin was actually ever traced back to the asshole who I know paid him, but I got by. I used my skills from gymnastics to train myself to pick pockets without being caught and with that, I got my food and other stuff. I did pretty well. I taught myself a bunch of other skills I needed too like how to hide, climb, and all that fun stuff. I got pretty good too. Life went on like usual and when I was 12 things turned around for me. I was up to my usual tricks when I found this great target to pick the pocket of... Marco as a matter of fact. Okay, he doesn't look huge and intimidating. So he was my intended victim. I didn't expect him to be so fast, damnit. But being carried off by Marco isn't so bad. He ended up taking me to his little brother, Miguel, since Miguel takes in kids and the likes. I was taken in and though I wasn't sure about it at first, it was pretty damn cool. Not too long after we ended up becoming Las Panteras as all this shit came down around our ears. Not much has really happened to include me since then. I'm just working to have a good time despite all the sucky shit that's been going on. It can be hard at times and I help out all I can when I can. We kids have a lot goin' for us. We'll get the world back and in the right order again. Guess the most important thing to do is remain optimistic about it.  Victories that are easy are cheap. Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting. By no amount of agile exercising of a wistful imagination |
Oh hi, Liza! Yeah, you can have my story. I would never be one to tell you no. That would be wrong after all. No one should tell you or Dani no. Sadly people still do... but I'm sure they're properly punished. Okay, the story!
