jupiter tallis, [capitol].

[🌱 kaitlin.]

jupiter tallis,
 thirty eight • high councillor

[🌱 kaitlin.]

the first night that they saw her set up a radio broadcast news anchor desk of her very own, the rest of the tallis siblings played audience. even Orson wasn't strong enough to resist her, despite the way he grumbled and groaned the entire time. the cue cards were covered in clumsy script trying so very hard to be taken seriously; Amity almost dropped them every time she had to switch to the next cue, the poster board big enough to glue her whole scrawny body to.

she does not go to acting school. she does not even go to boarding school. there's a few months where Dad threatens he's going to send both she and Georgia to some pathetic school in Seven, all girls, to help them screw their heads on right. one day Jupiter will learn to choose a room of women over a room of men any day, but at fifteen, all she wanted was for a pair of strong arms to hold her and tell her she was loved. she settles for sleeping in Georgia's bed when the hole in her chest begins to ache. 

and girls schools turns out to be pretty alright, all said and done.

she's sixteen and drunk on gin lemonades in the afternoon when she meets a photographer who convinces her the light is just right and snaps a posed photo of hers for the first time, social graces well-oiled by the liquor and happy to pose. a man named Atlas found the photographer later after he tried to sell the photos to a magazine as part of spread about women in the capitol, and push came to shove, turns out the guys only needed a splint for a week or two.

these days, Jupiter has the pictures hanging over her shitter.

turns out womanhood is just girlhood masquerading as an adult. as far as the world knows, Juptiter Tallis grows up and out of her early twenty-somethings spent being pretty on Dad's bottom dollar. she joins the one world media team as one of their team writers with no experience and no business being there, and learns what it is to be a woman in this world.

but Jupiter knows the truth. she does not grow up. no one ever does.

jupiterisms.
mostly eats raw. (she does not know how to cook).
martinis have to be dirty. (hates olives).
quit smoking. (only accepts winter berry flavored air).
doesn't do nights. (needs time for 12 step evening routine).

these days, she sees her father for family dinner every other sunday. unless something happens, a phone call comes from councillor vega he has to take, or a pill he needs to swallow somewhere we can't see so we can all keep pretending he's a virile 62. after these dinners, she often finds herself having a hard time remembering what what said, who spoke to who. sometimes she thinks she remembers Dad being kind. most often times though, she knows he was cruel.

no matter what she does, she can't beat the allegations that she keeps being handed opportunities other people have worked their lives for. this is likely because this continues to be true, but Jupiter isn't sure what the world would like for her to do about that. if the world wants to hate her while watching her on their evening news recap, or complain about what she's said in Snowbyrd clips, then by all means, they're welcome to. that's what being a Capitol citizen affords them, and she's always known it doesn't mean she owes them anything. let them tune into One World, by all means, feed the revenue streams.

jupiterisms.
reads more than people give her credit for
probably eating melon
avoid tech and gadgets, pen and paper
better yet someone else write it down though
had no business being a high councillor, and yet.

what childlike rage, what enduring loneliness. last night, after dinner, Jupiter said to her sister "i just want to be alone." georgia nodded, understanding. sometimes we make our choice.

[🌱 kaitlin.]

the daughter who got out from under the tallis mogul's thumb, right?! right?! youngest sister, daughter who works for the enemy news network, likes to pretend she's doing something good with her life except who IS SHE? she doesn't know, she's just a mask in front of a camera, the ones who produce actual news and let her have her own podcast (which they also film and air clips of on snowbyrd for the younger audiences). everyone got up in arms, afraid of what the tallis patriarch might do to curtail the "free media" with his daughter at the helm but .... one world news corp swore they would never let in someone with interests outside of the people's... right?! they'd never ........

dars

[dars]