COREENE CELIA CONNORS.

[cory]

COREENE CELIA CONNORS.
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welcome to the world of tomorrow
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BURY ALL YOUR SECRETS IN MY SKIN
come away with innocence and leave me with my sins
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WE ALL HAVE STRENGTHS.

Cory is all about strength. More about strength of will over everything else. She is stubborn, extremely and while that can sometimes work against her, other times it is what ends up saving her life and others. She also has a heart of gold despite her more than sharp tongue. She is protective and loyal. Once she cares about someone, Cory would rather die than let anything happen to them. She is practical and realistic about the state the world is in. She's rough around the edges but she is truly a genuine and generous person once you break through the outer shell.

The best thing about Cory is that she dedicates her life to helping people on the outside of Peony. Her life was saved by a kind couple that got her off the streets of some of the bad off towns and now she's doing the same, taking over for them after they were both killed having accidentally gotten stuck in the middle of a street fight instigated by the Military.

WE ALL HAVE OUR WEAKNESSES.

Weaknesses? Not that Cory will admit to this but her practical and realistic view of the world, while it might help her stay alive, it also makes it harder on her. She won't take help from people outside of her little circle. She does not trust anyone, she can't. She is judgmental and will sometimes let it cloud her judgment of what is truly right and wrong. She is also very very bad at losing people. You think by now she would be used to it but she hasn't. The thought of losing someone and the reality of it tears her to pieces and just deepens her distrust in the world. She hates the world. She hates Peony, she hates the military, she hates the bounty hunters, she hates the resistance. She just hates everyone except for the lost and the outsiders. She just wants to get by, survive but as she has no hope, she knows in all likely-hood, one day the perfect nation would kill her and all the people she wasted her life trying to protect.

ADMIT IT OR NOT, WE'VE ALL BEEN AFRAID.

On the surface? Cory is afraid of earwigs and ferris wheels. Those all being stated and true, diving into her deeper fears would definitely be the world. Like the entire thing. She is terrified of the state it's in. She has quick wit and a sharp tongue with a tough demeanor all because of how terrified she is of her own situation. Her biggest fear is losing people. She has a hard time with the idea that some things are worth fighting against. She just constantly tries to survive. Cory is also afraid of being trapped in small dark places. I know everyone is to some extent but for her, it's personal. Her heart catches in her throat and she starts to panic. She hyperventilates, cries, screams and thrashes to find anyway out. It ignites memories of her past and she just can't deal with it.

AND WE HAVE OUR HABITS, GOOD & BAD.

She has a habit of interrupting new people as they try to talk to her and then giving her full attention to an eleven year old rambling on about the bug their dog ate. She is always busy, she keeps herself busy in order to not have time to stop and think. If she's nervous, Cory begins to ramble aimlessly. She gets very fidget-y. It's hard to get her super nervous but it does in fact happen. She hates it about herself. Many who know her say she has a habit of belittle men... it's probably true.

THEN THERE ARE THE THINGS THAT BUG US.

Cory is bugged by anyone affiliated with any side in what she considers a pointless war. She has one very good, almost brother-like friend in the Resistance who sometimes will sneak her and the shelter she runs some food, but when he starts sprouting words about the fight, she can't stop herself from telling him she doesn't give a damn and that if anything she only worries because he's going to get himself killed. She's a bit of a pessimist...

AND, HEY, WE CAN ALL DREAM.

Cory tries her best not to dream and hope for the future. Mainly because she is not sure that she has much of one, or that anyone did for that matter. I guess, if she had to chose something to keep her going, it's the hope that someone she helps might end up living a semi-happy life. If she could chose anything in the world, she would just want to live a peaceful life, with a clear view of the heavens, a telescope by her side. The stars were the only beauty she saw left in this world.

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SO IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GO
and run away before i know
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"Okay so not sure what the point of this is... whether it's supposed to be therapy or perhaps just pointless recon work because believe me, I am not the person in this world you have to worry too much about but you want my life story fine. My name is Coreene Connors but people call me Cory. I was named after my mother who owned a small art gallery back in the early 2000's. She was in love and married, I know, rare combination with my father, George Connors who was a high school physics teacher. My mom died giving birth to me. My dad always told me I looked just like her. My dad was the man who raised me. It was him and me against the world when I was younger. I loved him. He loved me. He is also the man who taught me that family and friends are the most important. We were never wealthy but never dirt poor but when the world's issues began to rise, he lost his job. Soon we lost the house but it didn't matter, we still had each other and the truck, heh. My dad loved that truck. After 2012 hit we were... well, we were determined to survive. My dad was stupidly and naively hopeful for the future. He kept sprouting speech after speech to me as a kid about how everything was going to be okay the next year... then the next... then the next... and it never happened.

When I was 13, he got sick. Really sick. We met these people on the streets who told us about a safe place to get some help. I didn't want to go but my dad could barely stay awake and his fever was out of control. I drove him to the place they were just calling the shelter and we met two people who changed my life. An older couple, Dan and Heidi Clark. They took us in, they helped us. My dad lived a lot longer than he would have had we not met them. But it didn't matter, when I was fifteen, he got caught in the middle of a fight between the military and the resistance and he was killed in front of my eyes. He was older and slower and couldn't hide in time. He had nothing to do with the fight but did that stop either side from firing? No. No one cared, except for me, screaming on the sidelines unable to do anything. Some world. I stayed at the shelter. Helped out all I could. Dan Clark gave me some basic weapons training and some self defense. Some of the others in the shelter taught me scrounging techniques for food. Anyways to survive. Anyway to get a little money or medicine, which I achieved once by not so honorable means. I, grossly enough, sold myself for one night to a traveling bounty hunter. But his money saved some lives so it was worth it.

The hardest times were when we would be "visited" by War Dogs. We've never been on their radar because we've all been really careful. But we lost many to them, as well as food, money, clean water. Then there was the day only two years ago when a few of them found us. They tried to take everything. When Heidi tried to stand up against them she was murdered, Dan followed soon after as he had tried to attack them afterwards. We went from a group of nearly fifty to a group of maybe fifteen that day. I don't quite know how it happened, or where I found the will for it but I took over. Young, stupid, whatever. All I knew was someone had to step up, so I did. The run down shelter was destroyed but my dad's old truck was still good, so we all climbed into the back of it and left. Now we're in an abandoned old factory in the middle of a dead town just trying to get by. On our way we've found a few elderly and lost kids who needed help that are now living with us. I hate to admit it, but we probably wouldn't be alive still if it weren't for some help from the resistance. Or at least one of the resistance. Derek. He was a friend of some sort. I don't have many friends, especially not bright eyed, bushy tailed hopeful saps like him but once a month he sneaks the shelter some food so I can't really hate him. But he's going to get himself killed..... look, whatever the point is, is that over my short 20 almost 21 years I have seen everyone I love be taken away whether it be from disease, starvation or being just flat out butchered by their fellow man. I am tired and I am angry and I just want to be left alone. No one is hurting my group, we just want to live to tomorrow, that's all."

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MY HEART IS JUST TOO DARK TO CARE
i can't destroy what isn't there
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i am coreene celia connors. in this world i am called an outsider and i take no one's side in this war. the blood running through my veins and marks on my finger tips will bring you a file to tell you that i am human. and on that you will plainly see that i am female. those who see me often say i look a bit like Eliza Dushku. but unashamed opinions, sharp tongue and complete loyalty makes me one of a kind.

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