prada gucci-vuitton. d1. cb. fin.

I don't sign anything.

I don't sign citations for noise complaints due to parties, I don't sign legal documents, and I sure as fuck take pictures with people. After all, that's giving people free clout and money after I become a celebrity. You may not know me yet, but you will, trust me on that. Prada Chanel Gucci-Vuitton is the name, but you can just call me "the next big thing".

I'm a career, but just for the clout. I don't dream of being a Victor. Being in the games is for ugly girls and well - look at me. No, my aspirations are far more glamorous than getting a bunch of swords hacking me to pieces. I'm going to be a stylist for tributes. I'll deal with the fun parts of the games. Dressing people up for the interviews, picking cute makeup colours, deciding what they're going to wear when we bury them - assuming it's open casket.

I know I know, most stylists come from the Capitol. But I'm Prada, bitch. And I always get what I want. I'll step on you to get to it, not that I'd need to. I could probably buy your whole family, not that I want to, I have expensive tastes after all. And I wouldn't want to ruin what people think of me. People think I'm sweet, I'm charming. Which is perfect. They'll never see the knife hidden behind my back.

I'm here to look out for the top bitch, and that is Prada Gucci-Vuitton. Future tribute stylist, Capitolite extraordinaire. Even if for now I'm just some career from One, I will be so much more baby, just you wait.