dinah hallewell / capitol / fin
Jan 11, 2020 18:31:50 GMT -5
Post by goat on Jan 11, 2020 18:31:50 GMT -5
dinah hallewell
35
she/her
capitol
35
she/her
capitol
This was not a job for people who had morals. Lucky for you, you had all but abandoned yours years ago. After a tedious degree in history, an unsuccessful stint in the Peacekeeper training academy, and a failed attempt to worm your way into a Gamemaker apprenticeship, you realized you were either going to have to make something of your life or become content to keel over and die.
Becoming a Games historian was easy. They were always in demand, and all you had to do was procure that useless piece of paper that took you four years to obtain to get hired. They had you editing papers, writing articles, periodically appearing on talk shows. Those were your favorite— getting all dressed up and made over, the fluorescent studio lights bearing down on you. It made you feel like all the shit you’d been through had actually been worth it.
When it came to the new state of the art Hunger Games museums, you couldn’t have been prouder to work on them. You didn’t technically work for them, but they contracted your services as needed, which seemed to be often recently. You wished they’d just buck up and hire you, but whatever. They needed someone blunt and educated to go into the Districts and convince grieving families why the museums absolutely needed their dead children’s possessions, and you would do that, just as you’d done all those other things for them. Maybe you weren’t appreciated by them, but you sure were making money.
Becoming a Games historian was easy. They were always in demand, and all you had to do was procure that useless piece of paper that took you four years to obtain to get hired. They had you editing papers, writing articles, periodically appearing on talk shows. Those were your favorite— getting all dressed up and made over, the fluorescent studio lights bearing down on you. It made you feel like all the shit you’d been through had actually been worth it.
When it came to the new state of the art Hunger Games museums, you couldn’t have been prouder to work on them. You didn’t technically work for them, but they contracted your services as needed, which seemed to be often recently. You wished they’d just buck up and hire you, but whatever. They needed someone blunt and educated to go into the Districts and convince grieving families why the museums absolutely needed their dead children’s possessions, and you would do that, just as you’d done all those other things for them. Maybe you weren’t appreciated by them, but you sure were making money.
