sidonie monaghan | d12 | fin
Aug 20, 2019 17:14:41 GMT -5
Post by fireflyz on Aug 20, 2019 17:14:41 GMT -5
They say she grew up using a bag of copper coins as her rattle, that she was out of touch, that she could never possibly come close to understanding the life of most of her peers in Twelve. They may be right about that last part, but Sidonie would never condone something that was in as poor taste as the former. Growing up in her family's shop, she thought that she knew everything she needed to know about salesmanship. You had to be assertive, sometimes aggressive, always smile, and never settle. People thought that she got everything handed to her, but that simply wasn't true. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it.
She was only twelve, but to her, this meant nothing. She was just as capable of facing challenges as the rest of her family, and she intended to prove it through whatever means possible. Sometimes she'd try to take on the front counter by herself, or even offer to take inventory no matter how much it bored her to tears. Even at school, she'd decided to promote her new venture; Sidonie's Solutions, where you could get good advice for no charge, simply out of the goodness of her heart (and because most in Twelve couldn't afford it if she did charge). Granted, she hadn't had many takers, but this didn't stop her. She'd go up and offer her services without even being asked, because that was just the hospitable thing to do. Selling made her family happy and it made the customers happy; they'd float out of the store awash with euphoria, especially after dark. Sid wanted to make that happen at all costs. As far as she was concerned, she was ready for anything, no matter what the naysayers insisted.
Although she had been poking around the shop for as long as she could walk - to the chagrin of her parents and older siblings - she didn't officially learn about the family business until she was about 7. "We sell people goods," her mother had explained to her while sliding a wooden bowl across the counter. The further it slid, the more Sidonie reached for it - she'd always loved to grab things, no matter how old she was. Later, she figured out that this was on purpose, and not just something her mother did. But it became a habit of Sid's when she was in the shop; sometimes she'd slide around whatever was on the counter in front of her, and sometimes it would catch someone's eye (usually her siblings, who told her to knock it off, but occasionally a customer who'd buy). Her parents taught her how to deal with currency, how to interact with people, everything one would need to sell, but she learned more by observing. She learned to look up to Jules because of all the work she put in. She learned not to tell people anything about how the shop was ran, even if she thought it was innocent (she didn't quite understand that one). She learned that making friends was hard when she talked too much, but to make friends you had to talk. (It was really hard to find a balance.) Most importantly, she learned that sometimes people just aren't buying what you're selling - in the shop, or in life.
To some, she wasn't worth the time. To her family, she was Little Miss Annoying, overzealous, Sid. The small girl with long, dark hair that she loved to braid (she'd braid Noah's, too) and warm, cloudy eyes. Although she fought tooth and nail to not just be seen as the youngest of nine, it was enjoyable sometimes. Her siblings loved her. She loved to talk. She loved all the little kid things that she liked to pretend she didn't love. She still loved to play in the neighborhood even if the other kids wouldn't necessarily spare her a glance. If she fell and scraped her knee, she'd still cry, but she'd get up eventually. She wouldn't let anyone pull her to her feet. She had to do it herself in case no one was around when she got hurt again. That was how business - how life - ran. If you crash, you can only save yourself. That was what she had always learned.
(So, the girl who always wanted to reach out to others didn't want them to help her? That was rich. Then again, that's all she was in the eyes of her peers, anyway.)
