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֍ Innocence Latvia ֍
Age: 18
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Replacing logic with pattern recognition has, regardless, worked wonders for humanity- and for Inno, as she's often called. Solving tests, figuring out her friends, consistently winning online Counter Strike grudge matches against brazilians- all done by figuring out what repeats and when and never why or how. She's not the only one, but... how many realize that it is a double-edged sword what they are holding?
When the stars aligned and her many problems were caused by black people, Innocence Latvia became a very particular, very frowned upon kind of person in this day and era. The driver of the minivan that ran over her poodle was black. The kid who cut her hair on the school trip was black. The drunk who stabbed her uncle was black- and so were the thief who broke into her cousin’s house, the guy they caught with a tied kid in his van, the pimp who tried to drug her best friend, and the lawyer who kept her grandma’s killer out of jail; the defendant was black too. Yet every time she tried to back down, every time she tried to convince herself of the logical and rational, coincidences would rain and pile up to reinforce her racism. Every time. No matter what it is, no matter how ludicrous, repeat it enough and they will believe it.
Nourished on a silver cradle filled with diamonds, Innocence Latvia thought the world was easy. That people just didn't want to work hard enough, even though her own upbringing sculpted her to be lazy. Unlike other girls of her age and status, she couldn't be coerced into behaving like a proper lady, or at least learning what each fork and spoon was for. Smarter than most, she knew that her family would have to settle for keeping their messy child a secret.
Until online CSGO brazilian grudge matches blasted her eyes wide open.
Like the Buddha, she sought to see the world beyond her golden walls. On the very first time she entered a pet shop, she caught a dirty kid picking dog food from the big bags while the owner was busy. Caught under Inno’s stare, the tiny urchin was baffled to find the tall pretty blonde eating from the bags herself. As the line of customers grew thin, they found themselves silently taste--testing all of it, showing each other their findings- until they were right in front of the owner chewing dog treats.
It didn’t take long for Inno to be on their knees begging her parents to adopt her
or for them to take full advantage of the situation.
Buried under cello classes, dancing classes, sewing classes, tea ceremony classes, tennis classes (because they didn’t let her do boxing) and many many other burdens,, Inno’s tight schedule still left her a very small window to visit her new little sister- but that was good enough for her. Even though the racist culture of her class slowly eroded her own, Inno was just happy to finally have something real, even if only droplets of it every day
until Klonoa fell sick.
(cont!)
