Regan Proctor | District One | FIN

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Regan Proctor {district one}

.:: I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors any more,  I want them to turn black ::.

She was born a princess, a glittering gem in her parents eyes, smiling bubbling, beautifully blonde baby. She was so fragile, like a china doll, skin so pale you could see the blue and green viens through it, fluttering as blood pumped through those veins with each little heart beat spurring her on and on and on. Her eyes were so bright, so full of wonder. And yet now, 18 years on, her stare is as cold as winter and her tongue is as sharp as ice too. When she enters the room, she owns it. Everyone stops and looks, blinking in awe as this blonde bombshell saunters quietly into the space. She doesn't make eyecontact, she simply keeps looking ahead with that cold heartless stare of hers. People talk, people gossip about why Regan Proctor is such a bitch. Cold hearted, manipulative, strong and beautiful. Some say that she killed her parents, slit their throats while they slept "not the first ones no." Some say that they died in a house fire "would you like to see the burn scars that lace up my back in tendrils and sparks, would you like to know how it felt to hear my parents scream, the smell of burning flesh?" ...and some say that something awful happened to her when she was 12... " i woke up and HE was there. watching me, hands, breath, lips. he stank of cologne and lust. " Regan doesn't have much time for gossip. She'll simple roll her eyes and give you the cold, hard, honest truth. She is not one to play silly little games when it comes to lying; people cry because the truth hurts but Regan just shrugs it off. "the truth hurts but so does life so get used to it." It doesn't bother her much, not near the surface. What bothers her most is the leud comments she hears the men make. "i'm not your sweetie" she'd cut down every man who lay a finger on her if she could "Dont call me doll." She retorts, instead, with words laced with venom and that devilish look about her that has people thinking she's a witch. "oh honey i'm not satan but i can get his number for you" Men quiver in their boots when she gets close, in fear and in lust. She is beautiful, but they know she is a career and would show no remorse in slitting their wrists and watching them bleed out in the bathtub with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "sorry thats reserved for Olsen." She is all spice, none of the sugar or the everything nice. She's a devil in high heels, she is the wolf in sheeps clothing. When you find yourself in her gaze, you better pray you don't upset her because Regan is not afraid to bite your head off. She is unfraid to do much to you- she smirks and you hold your breath as she takes you in with those icy blue eyes. "Who's afraid of the big blonde wolf?"

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fin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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those comebacks tho

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