typ oh van der woodsen || capitol || cbd #2 || fin

You never have been the favored twin, that much is certain.

Your sister entered the world mere moments before you did, and that made all the difference growing up. You'd heard stories of your rather bizarre birth, which took place in the bathtub at your mother's place, and how both you and your sister were a well kept secret for months on end after the fact.

In a District, that would likely prove fatal. In the Capitol, no one gave a shit.

Your sister was the outgoing one of the two of you, the one who felt at home in a crowd, and as such she was the one your mother doted upon as you reached adulthood. You watched as she was paraded through the Capitol, brought along to party after dinner party while you were left behind, all in your mother's vain, ultimately futile attempt to marry her into the royalest of Panemian families.

To this day, you aren't sure whether you feel jealous or relieved that it wasn't you.

You aren't as close as many twins are from what you've heard, but you still learned of her double life regardless. Your sister, as you would discover, ran a blog, prowling the interwebs under a false identity that had quickly risen to fame over the last couple of Games.

Within a month, you had one too.

You had always settled for second best growing up, but you were no longer a child. Donning the code name Lancelot and engaging your sister in a battle of technological wits, you compete for notoriety among the people of your home.

One might call it your own personal Hunger Games, in a sense.