sloane belmont. capitol. fin

You’re used to being in control.

Your whole life you have been the one in charge. Dead mother. Dead father. A grandmother who didn’t care. Grandmother was too caught up in her own fame and fortune to care about you. She was a some designer, or an artist, or maybe secretly a hooker. Who knows. All you were sure about was that she threw you money like it was nobody’s business. It kept you satisfied enough, but she deprived you of the one thing you really needed.

Love.

She didn’t even want her daughter, so why in hell would she care about you? She’s dead now too, in case anyone was wondering.

Good fucking riddance.

You had to start taking care of yourself from a very young age…thirteen? Fourteen? You’ve been around for so many years that they all began to blur together. But one thing you learned quickly is that while money might be abundant, opportunities were not.

Especially for a woman like you.

Grandmother would pull no strings, and most saw you as the poor granddaughter of Madame Belmont who tragically lost her parents. They didn’t want to help you, not anymore at least. It was different when you were a kid apparently, even though the situation is exactly the same.

Maybe you were cuter back then.

You took things into your own and started with an internship. The low man on the totem pole, but that didn’t stop you. They had you doing clerical work, and coffee runs, nothing that you were promised originally. You were supposed to be learning how to run a Games, how to wreak havoc, and how to stylize death.

But then didn’t want to teach.

So, you forced them to.

You sat in on meetings, barging through the doors, giving them little to no choice. A woman among boys. You asked questions and took notes. You made yourself known and eventually they folded.

It must have been your charming personality.

They eventually gave you a job in the control room, but they couldn’t ignore your demanding presence and skills for long. You climbed the ladder and took back the name that rightfully belonged to your mother. Madame Belmont to your peers and Sloane to only a select few.

Your power grew, but so did your enemies.

But now you are in charge once again and you know what must be done. The only thing left is to pray that you succeed. Because if you don’t…

All of it will be gone before you even dare to blink.