lafayette laflamme {capitol - fin}

Destiny smiles on the fabled son of fame and glory.

You are a mess, but a desirable one. You wear your bedraggled mop of hair like a crown, and it has weight when you throw it around, revealing the piercing eyes hidden beneath. You have earned the right to bend style and fashion to your will - you say what looks good, and they agree. You are the new breed of Capitol superstar, hungry, dangerous.

You have so many stars in your eyes that you've gone blind to reason and logic. You want to be big. You want to be noticed. You want people screaming your name, men and women at your feet. You want the world, every disgusting inch of it.

Because you're the all-or-nothing kid, dancing your way down the path to greatness, a lamentable fame-eater.

Just don't make wrong step, it's a long way down from where you're stood, kid.

You remember the dark days, running distribution from the backdoor of the local chemist. Your father would near enough break your cheekbone with the back of his knuckles if you brought back the wrong neurotoxins. Sometimes when you brought the right ones too.

Not all fame and glory in the Capitol, is it? Even here there's people that need go beyond the threshold in order to survive. We know what you had to do. You're just too ashamed to admit it to yourself, aren't you?

Still, you've burned enough paperwork and blackmailed the right people to keep all that black from smudging your Capitol shine, for now.

How are you gonna keep it that way, superstar?