Within the centre of the city GeneCo towers stood proud, gleaming and flashing with its numerous advertisments, a towering beacon in the centre of the nearly completely destroyed city. Owned by Rotti Largo, he and his family resided and worked within its walls with each of his four children pocessing a floor of their own above their father's. The first floor- after their fathers- came the eldest of the sibling's, Luigi's. It continued up going from the oldest to the youngest, with Pavi's floor above his brothers. After him was their sister, Ambers floor, and at the very top was Jacqueline's.
Jacqueline had 'worked' her way into their fathers heart, rating his most cherised though more for how he had used her to help GeneCo grow into the ultimate force it now was. The details of what good she had proven for her fathers 'Cause' were never revealed to her and she never dared ask him, for although their father could be very loving towards his children at times, his mood could do a complete one eighty and it would be likem walking on egg shells.
Unlike her siblings though Jacqueline had been house bound from the moment she was born, their father keeping her locked away from the city which had 'corrupted' her siblings. He never allowed her to have surgery, instead would asign his best doctors to come up with a medicine which would cure any ailments. Along with these 'forbidden fruits' her father had banned her from ever having her hair cut and now was uncomfortably long, this mixed with how most of her floor was decorated and furnished, along with the fact she still had 'nursemaids' to tend to her made her feel very much like an infant than a grown woman.
One night, when she was meant to be studying for her class the next day, the fifteen year old sat at her window. She gazed out at the city, her mind far from the books she had been given to read. Sighing heavily as she looked at the jagged outline of the city ruins she rose to out of her chair. She looked down at her hair which had been platted by her nursemaids and tied with frilly ribbons. She had measured it before and after they had done so, keeping this activity- which she had been doing once every month for the past two years- secret and hidden from anyone.
"Tonight's the night... I'm finally going to do it..." She said as she picked up the end and began the long task of undoing the plat which took her an hour. After which she attached the end to a electric clamp which she put on one of the beams on her bed before laying her ribbons along with a few other thing's on her pillow. She walked over to the window, sliding it up and open she breathed in the air only to start choking. Once she had recovered she threw her hair out, tugging on the end to check it was secure before slowly climbing out the window, lowering herself down the tower.