Post by gamemaker 💀 hades lochlan on Apr 13, 2023 0:13:09 GMT -5
oh yeah, i'm a reaper man every good thing, i kill it dead i'm a hooligan on the street making a mess
It was true that he knew nothing of war personally. It was, in fact, precisely this reason that he was approached in the first place. He may not have been in the war, but he portrayed its agonies in stunning high definition. He won an award for his performance- best supporting actor. It'd only been his first soiree into acting- what critics called a meteoric rise. He had only been active in the industry for ten years, and he had seven of the most prestigious awards actors like him could achieve. That meant something to history, he decided. He did not need to prove his love to his country by dying for it- he lived instead. And he did just that: lived. Well. He could've retired then and there, never lifted a pinky and lived comfortably for the rest of his life, if he wanted. And this was a luxury, he realized, in a time after great war. But resting on his laurels wasn't how he'd gotten his success so far- stopping now would've been cruel, a bullet to the knee of a racehorse.
It also helps that he was offered the role of a lifetime. The papers began to call him the Master of Ceremonies in the months leading up to the 8th Games, a title so honorific and, indeed, arrogant that one wouldn't have been too shocked to learn that it was Harlan himself who'd originally coined the title. To be one of the privileged few was, to him, a privilege. And to have the opportunity to play the face- nay, be the face of the most-watched program in all of Panem's history?
they took a little look at my brain they come to find all insane they took a little look at my heart they found a prince living behind bars