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[Will]

regulus washington

The Capitol.

It's a wonderful place. Especially for Victors. They must love it here. Everyone loves them, everyone wants to be them, everyone wants to know the Victors. The Victors never seem interested in knowing us, though. But they're always smiling. Always an ear to ear grin smeared across their face which radiates happiness and thanks. They should be thankful, right? We made them famous. But I'm not entirely sure they're all thankful. Or even happy. They must be at least somewhat sad. They had friends in there. But still I've never seen one frown up on that stage.

That very same stage that Katelyn Persimmon stands on. She's talking. And smiling. Her words are so eloquent and her posture so perfect. You'd never be able to tell she was in the Games if we weren't at her Victory Tour. But there's something off about her. She seems a bit shaken. Is she nervous? Is she distracted? They may both be true. But I look closer, past her smile. Because her smile is what radiates happiness, her eyes don't. They don't look happy. Why aren't they happy? She's alive. She won and she's rich and famous. I can't tell what her eyes are saying, but I want to know.

I wait for her speech to be finished. Everyone applauds. I do a little bit, but I quickly weave and push and shove through the crowd to make it to her room. I wish they had a meet and greet afterwards, that would make it so much easier to befriend victors! As I finally break through the massive crowd of screaming people, I around and behind the building. The door knob turns. The door opens. I'm in. Wow, you'd think they'd have better security for Victors. I walk down a hallway or two, trying as best I can to look like I belong. Then I find her. I almost opened the door into her.

I jump back. A child-like awe quickly consumes me. She's here. It's a Victor. I saw her on TV and now she's standing in front of me. She doesn't look as fierce or vicious in person. Or maybe that's just because she's not the arena. But I realize that she won't stand there forever while I gawk at her, so I decide to say something.

"Hi!" I blurt out. "I'm Regulus Washington. I came to see if you needed any help with anything?"

I tried my best to sound like a manager or some sort of person that has authority regarding her stay in the Capitol. I've played a manager or two on TV, hopefully she buys it.

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Katelyn

Persimmon

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[Will]

regulus washington

Ugh, escorts. I shoot the escort a quick dirty look. I needed an excuse to talk to Katelyn and they ruined it. I decide that deceiving Katelyn probably wouldn't get me too much farther. Her escort already had all of her arrangements under control. Maybe deceiving her wasn't the best approach in the first place, maybe I should have just told her I was a television host doing a show and wanted an interview. Except for the interview part I would've been telling the truth. And it's not like it's totally impossible that she would consent to the interview.

But if I gave up the act now I would be giving in, in a way. It would show a sort of weakness. And I can't have someone more powerful than me. Or at least, having power over me. Possibly she would take it as endearing that I decided to come out and tell her what I really am. But I've heard that district dwellers often times don't take kindly to Capitol media personnel.

But when it all boils down to it, I'm sure she'd appreciate the honesty in the long run, if we ever end up becoming counterparts or acquaintances. I try to read her, but it's almost as if her eyes have been frozen. Frozen from her arena. That's a chilling thought.

I plaster another smile onto my face and admit, "I'm sorry," I decide what I should say next, truth or lie? "I should've just come right out and said it, I'm a TV show host. I was wondering if you would like to meet me some time for an interview."

I tried to be as polite as I could. I know how much Victors don't like talking about their experience in the arena. Usually Caesar has the exclusive on that. But it's possible she could be my claim to fame. I await an answer, smiling all the while.

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Katelyn

Persimmon

An interview? As if it would be any different from the ceremony they had just finished putting her through. Everyone in the Capitol was so happy for her, and Katelyn was just...

Well, she was grateful to be alive. The cost of that weighed on her like a sheet of ice that clung to her skin and refused to melt away. Happy was another emotion entirely, and it was not something that she was feeling. What purpose would the interview serve? A rehashing of everything she had done to survive and the people that had died along the way. What, did this talk show host have his eyes on Caesar's seat? Or was he pursuing something else entirely? Finter had whispered in her ear that any tv time was a good idea. She'd be the Capitol's gem for a whole year, but after that she would need to take steps to avoid falling into obscurity like Heron Kimberling.

Seeing as how Katelyn didn't have the slightest clue who that was, she could understand his point. And yet, fading away from the fame and being left alone in district eleven didn't sound so bad either. Not that they'd let her. As the only mentor in her home district, she'd have to return to the Capitol every year. Unless of course, someone won because of her. Katelyn sighed and tried to look at Regulus; it was hard to do, because her mind was whirling with thoughts of future tributes. Would she able to watch the games happening to someone else now? Now that she knew exactly what it was like in there?

But the Capitolite was still expecting an answer.  Katelyn flubbed her words a bit but managed to get it out. She smiled sweetly."Maybe one day. I have a tour to start. Her escort fussed at her, muttering that it was a good PR oppurtunity she was wasting, but Katelyn needed with every fiber of her being to be gone.

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