Chan Family Printing Association (Open)

Sanlucio Chan was bored. Today was very dull indeed. It was Thursday afternoon, school had finished and he was supposed to be upstairs in his father's printing company office with his mother and aunt, reading through the submissions the company was sent by aspiring authors, both from the capitol, trying to get famous, and from the districts, trying to get rich. But instead, since one of the receptionists that work for the company had asked to go home sick, Sanlucio's father had asked him to cover the front desk, since his mother and aunt were already preoccupied with readings.

What that meant for Sanlucio was he had to sit around behind the low desk in the front room of the building, greeting and smiling any customers the press might have. There were often people coming in and out of the building- workers from the local paper that used their press to print their issue, business owners who wanted signs printed or menus laminated, things like that. From the richer families in District 7 that could afford a camera, people would come here to have their photos developed, and of course, businessmen from the districts and the Capital who were interested in working with Sanlucio's father would drop by, or call on the telephone that Sanlucio would have to answer.

But this bored Sanlucio. He was better than some dumb receptionist, waiting around for things to happen. He didn't know why his father continued to employ the woman who did this job- in the half an hour since he'd arrived at the press from school, he'd completed all of the tasks she and his father had left on a list for him to do. Would it really have taken all day to do that while serving customers? Ridiculous.

He hadn't had many customers for the day so far, just some woman from the Capital calling to order a reprint of some university textbook, which he'd placed straightaway, and a walk-in from one of the bakers in town asking for Sanlucio's little brother to redesign one of the posters from his front window, as the sun had started to fade it. It was a very slow day, so Sanlucio had been entertaining himself by reading the textbook the woman had ordered, having had to fetch it from the press' library to confirm it was the correct one. It was called 'Justice and the Policing of the Capital of Panem' and it was incredibly boring. Everyone knew the peacekeepers in the Capital did very little- the Capital was a peaceful place already and had very, very low crime rates. The police force was only there to intimidate the Capital citizens to follow the rules, and it worked.

Suddenly, the doors to the offices opened and the little bell that hung over them tingled. Sanlucio placed a piece of paper in between the page of the book he was up to, put down the book on his desk, then looked up at the customer, putting on his greeting face- a slightly too big smile. He might not enjoy this particular job, but it was his family's business and it was worth putting on his best face for his father's sake. Without really paying attention to who had walked in, Sanlucio said 'Hello, welcome to the Chan Family Printing Association, how can I help you?'