Jetta Bloom(aka R. Fleur)//Capitol//FIN
Sept 22, 2018 14:13:18 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Sept 22, 2018 14:13:18 GMT -5
Name: Jetta Bloom
Gender: female
Age: 19
District: Capitol
Every single day before you wake up, a memory flashes before your eyes. Like an old movie you kept watching until it got stuck inside your brain. A bearded man - your father - with a girl in his embrace. Her pink hair haunts you, even in your dreams, with such intensity that it is always a relief to be awake. From under the strings of your eyelashes, you watch the whiteness of the ceiling for a few seconds, before opening your eyes and blinking. Pillows on the floor, your blanket wrapped around one of your feet, and a perfectly chaotic bird nest on your head, you are a mess. But that doesn't matter to anyone.
It won't even matter to your clients who are only bothered with their own appearance. You take pleasure in being outside the photo, like a ghost whose face nobody will recall. Besides, your poor hobby choice means you can't afford flashing your face in front of the camera...
Today is going to be long - a woman with two moody kids, a grumpy old gentleman with his spouse and a married couple with four cats. You know that no matter how much you love animals, at the end of the day you will want to murder the fluffy things for a puddle in your studio and constant meowing. However, work is work.
You stretch and yawn before jumping down and smiling at the camera on your bedside table.
"Good morning, dearest!"
It is your only friend, roommate and confidant. The one and only thing in the world that knows all the dirty secrets you've come across. You pick it up and walk up to a mirror on the wall.
"Hey there, gorgeous!"
Huge blue eyes, even larger with the makeup you forgot to wash off yesterday. A tiny turned up nose in the middle of your pale face. Thin lips, almost white. And fake eyelashes because your own have never been long enough. But there is no beauty problem that good makeup and a healthy lifestyle cannot fix.
You have trouble with the latter because the work you do doesn't allow an eight hour sleep. Odd jobs every day -occasional article writing for the newspapers, photoshoots for arrogant idiots. And then a night full of excitement. You are always in the middle of a crowd but still alone and unnoticed, accompanied only by the camera you hold. The kind of adventures you embark on is not for the faint-hearted, you know what kinds of consequences may follow if your prey identifies you. It is a constant hunt for dirt on the names you do not dare speak. Sometimes all you get is just meaningless quotes and then you return home at the break of dawn, tired and frustrated. And sometimes you come back a couple hours past midnight with your camera full of hot gossip material and collapse on the bed, totally content.
This is a draining experience, especially considering you don't get paid for it. But you do it for the adrenaline. And maybe... for revenge. Every time you want to quit, you turn on your camera and open the first photo you made with it. The photo you never deleted. The photo you showed your mother a month before your parents' divorce. The photo that screams "dirty always comes with a price". A bearded man who gave you a camera for your tenth birthday, making out with a pink-haired girl.
It was your first story, of which your mother was the only reader. Now you have more followers than you could ever imagine. Journalism is not a profession - for you it has become the only way of life. You live for other people's stories. You crave them just as much as you try to forget your own past. It is fun to see them laugh at others' disgrace and frown at the records of their own mess. It is fun to mix the true dirt with made up stories that everyone will eat up. It's fun to write "Rocket Fleur" instead of "Jetta Bloom" under every photo you spread across the capitol. Those pictures - and not the ones of vain models and dumb housewives - are your masterpieces. And you will keep adding more to your priceless collection while people keep creating stories of their failures or give you ideas about mistakes they could make in the future.
OOC: this feeling when you want to make some character so much that you just try to finish them as fast as you can and it comes out as trash or almost trash :facepalm: Feel free to criticize this please because I still feel like it lacks something but Idk what it is.
