"You just gotta pretend you don't feel it, that it don't feel weird. Just try and walk normally."
Name: Tsang "Kristy" Hoi
Age: Twenty-seven
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Swings in all sorts of ways
Race: Chinese
Position: Mule
Personality: Kristy's a fun gal- as long as your definition of fun meant drugs, sex, and alcohol. Which, in the crowd she rolled in, it usually was. She's got a thing for singing in the shower- whenever she took one- and cursing at every other word. Despite the callousness of her appearance- she frequented in outfits that screamed antisocial- Kristy is a decent girl with a decent adoration for other girls in her position or positions similar. She's got almost this motherly- older sister type of vibe, though she's not above using her fists to discipline others. Say something snarky and be younger than her and she will not hesitate to smack you into another ethnicity. Only to girls, and younger boys, of course. Men, to her, equals power and she finds herself inferior. Not so much that she won't hang out with them like a normal person, but enough for her to understand that there are boundaries.
History: Born and raised in Hong Kong, Kristy lived a pretty decent life. She's not too sure where she went wrong- maybe being born into a shit family, or perhaps maybe when she ran away with the pretty American boy.
This pretty American boy's name was Lorenzo. He found her, lonely and sixteen, at the other side of a chainlink fence. It was him that treated her wounds, and it was him that made her laugh when he spoke in choppy mandarin. "I'll take care of you," he ended up saying in english, when Kristy made it clear she knew how to speak it, "I'll be good to you."
And he was. Oh, man, Lorenzo beat Hoi's dad to hell whenever she came to him with so much of a bloody nose, and he smacked her mom around a bit too, for not doing anything about it. He let her smoke her first blunt, snort her first line, he let her experience a lot of her firsts. It was a good life, that's what Hoi thought, as she downed her third drink of god knows what.
Then one day, Lorenzo told her he was leaving. He was going back to where he came from, and Hoi wanted anything but that to happen. She'd be alone, she'd have no more fun. Take me with you, she said, in the choppy english she'd learned, I want to leave with you. Lorenzo bought her to his gang of friends, and though Hoi suspected it for a while, it was then that she really learned they were a gang. Okay, she thought, this was a bad situation, but god knows teenage girls do stupid things when they're doped up and in love. So she begged the leader for them to bring her with them, and after a fast paced argument between him and Lorenzo that Hoi didn't catch, they finally turned to her and let her go.
But there was one thing she had to do.
She swallowed six of those small little packets, and by the time they were in the air, her stomach was sweating and she was sweating like a pig. I feel nauseous, she would complain, You should probably try not to eat, Lorenzo would tell her. When they landed, the first thing they made Kristy do was to take a shit. Though she felt degraded doing it in anything other than a legit bathroom, her stomach was also telling her to do it. They took the six little pill packets and cleaned it all up, and they let Kristy take a shower, and then everything started again from there.
They took her with them every time they went some place, be it Kuwait, China, Mexico- and every time, she'd have to swallow packages of drugs then shit them out. Lorenzo didn't come every time, though, and Kristy learned that there were other people that could satisfy her. And she did this for a bit, until she was near into her twenties.
She came back from a solo trip, one day, and was greeted by Lorenzo. The whole day was a blur for her. All she knows is by the end of the day, she and Lorenzo were hightailing it out. Kristy didn't know why, exactly, she'd been too tired to remember, her stomach was hurting too much. Lemme take a piss, she told Lorenzo, and she made her way to an alley way. There, she almost got run over by a car. She didn't, but she remembers seeing another mule walk out, and three guys. They knocked her out, and when she woke up, her stomach was stitched up and she could barely walk.
Kristy tried to defend herself. She didn't know Lorenzo was an undercover cop- and she seriously didn't! They didn't take her shit though, and god, she was lucky both the beatings and the newly stitched stomach only barely killed her. In the two months it took her to heal well enough to walk on her own, they'd decided to kick her out and sell her off into another gang. She went from international smuggling to just local. She even went from smuggler to part time prostitute, whenever she needs some spending money of her own.
Other: She doesn't use the goods that she smuggles, but Hoi is very much still a druggie.
She lathers perfume on herself to keep the scent of poverty away.
As funny as it is, her english has a hint of an accent. But it's not Chinese, it's Mexican.