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Marinette just wanted a normal life: have friends, get a stable job that she loved going to, get a nice but not ostentatious house, have one point five children with someone she loved and live happily ever after. Normally, this wouldn’t be a bad or unobtainable dream for someone. But sadly, for Marinette this was a distant fantasy, the words ordinary and normal had never applied to Marinette. See Marinette was a bad luck charm.
It started when she was two. When she had ended up crawling into one of the mixers in her parents’ bakery, her mother got her out in time, but it was close. When she turned five she ended up with bruises and scrapes all over her knees and elbows purely from the number of times she tripped over nothing or some misplaced item. At age ten she figured out what was wrong when the students in her class were having a lesson on randomness. They were playing a game where they would roll dice to see who got the largest number, a tie went to the lowest roll the next time. Every time she rolled she got either a one or a six, ones before and during ties, sixes on tiebreakers. When she noticed this she traded dice with her peers and she found that no matter who’s dice she used this would keep happening. It only got more infuriating after this, when she was thirteen she ended up always late for class, no matter how early she got up she would always have to deal with something, be it a crowd, a closed road due to maintenance or any number of other reasons. And by high school, she was avoided despite her kind yet shy demeanor and supposedly approachable nature.
As she grew up she had figured out ways around her curse, she started wearing long sleeves and pants, even in summer. She learned how to sew so she could mend the clothes that her constant tripping destroyed and started carrying a fully stocked first aid kit to fix worse injuries. She stayed away from games of luck and chance like the plague; that one time she had to sit in a dunk tank where everyone, no matter how young, sunk her on every throw was enough. She created a persona of not caring, someone distant, but not mean, approachable but not so much to get attention when it was unwanted. And another of a shy, caring, klutzy girl who was brave and stood up for people when needed to cover her truly abrasive, snarky, sarcastic, harlequin personality. People usually flocked just to make sure she was okay after a mishap, but she didn’t want them to stay longer than they needed to make sure she could get home to sulk. Sometimes, she thought that everyone else should be able to have days like she had. She never outwardly showed this, of course, she only felt it. Whenever someone gave her a look of pity as they helped her up, she wished that she was the one pitying some poor girl who had a flower pot land on her head. When her parents declined her help in the bakery due to the fact she would create more of a mess than there was before, she wished that they could feel how she felt. When someone actively made her life worse because of her supposed “clumsiness” she wished she could give them her curse for a day and watch the fireworks as their lives went up in flames. She wasn’t vindictive or anything, but she was a large fan of Karma, especially seeing as all the bad luck she was having now would mean great things in the future. Despite this optimism, she felt that her life couldn’t get worse.
Then, she met Plagg and life really went down the crapper.