diamondus desjardins || capitol || cb || fin

Every young Capitolite kid grew up watching Caesar Flickerman on their television screens. It was a shared memory, hot gossip through the ages - what hair would he be wearing this year? Which tribute would give him the hardest time? and the like - all throughout primary education. What set me apart though was that the others grew out of it, and I, well, didn't. And really, I can't blame them. Life on the television isn't for everyone here. For every Caesar Flickerman and Sardonyx Crowe and Capricious King who find themselves everywhere on the evening news and morning tabloids alike, there are hundreds of people who just, well, like to enjoy their sin and debauchery from afar in relative anonymity.

Personally? Can't relate.

Journalism's a rare major at the university, I was told, a cutthroat business where few make it and fewer can find a living. But the Capitol's always a sucker for pretty things, and combine that with my wonderful brilliant mind, and soon I became the youngest intern at this tiny local news station. Then suddenly I was the youngest reporter. Then the youngest anchor.

I'm still a ways from becoming the next Caesar Flickerman, sure, but that man was like, old when I was a kid. I'm sure I've got plenty of time. Youngest tribute interviewer since Sardonyx herself? Youngest Hunger Games commentator on primetime television ever? Now those have nice rings to it, if I do say so myself.