Belladonna Marceau - D4 CBD 2 [FIN]

A ripple in a pond; the world is dying every day. A gentle breeze of the oceanside is all that breaks her tension. There's a radio on top of the lighthouse they've claimed as their home. The Marceaus were geniuses in Four. Revolutionizing the lighthouse and the way people track weather all around Panem, but there's a price to knowledge. The inevitable knowledge of how the climate is changing. The hotter days to harsher colds; they'd seen it all. Read on their readings that the weather is in constant turmoil because of Panem's negligence. It's why she's researching a way to stop it. Alone, she tireless works day in and day out; a machine has to be created to help revitalize the atmosphere, the waters, and so many other things. Pollution litters the sea, the sky, and even the land. There were better tools to go about this.

It's how she's found herself waiting on the top of the lighthouse listening to the radio. There'd been a demonstration at the beachfront for the safety of this years seal population. She'd been in the frontline, staring down a peacekeeper as she shouted for the seals to continue to keep their home of the beach. A new pier was meant to be built, but Belladonna could smell the greed from a mile away. The rich don't understand that they're the cause of it all. The pollution is their greed. Corruption into the earth was their doing. It makes her sick to her stomach. The storm always brewing behind her eyes. It's an endless ripple in the softness that could be the world's nature.

"Assholes, the lot of them." Slamming the power off on the radio as a host for Capitol News starts. No one cares about their cause. No one cares about the earth. It's disheartening. All she can do is keep up the good fight and research the weather. Supportive parents who work too often at their difficult jobs as lighthouse workers, she has to understand they can't do everything. It'll take baby steps as they always say, but she's tired of baby steps. The solution will be in front of her soon. She'll solve this. Always on the top marks in school, she could create something unimaginable. The Capitol could already create weather, but she'd find a way to control it. Mold it for the betterment of the earth. That's what matters. Not those silly barbaric games they push out year after year. It's a ripple, but she'll become the tidal wave that rips through Panem.