Balthazar Rothschild ✯ District 10 PK {wip}

Name: Balthazar Heath Rothschild
AGE: Twenty-four
GENDER: Male
DISTRICT/AREA: Stationed in Ten
OCCUPATION: Freethinking peacekeeper

Tick, tock...tick, tock.

He rotates himself along his desk chair’s axis slowly, the rusty wheels screeching at every inch of his heavy movements. His right leg rests over his left, his elbow leisurely set upon the armrest. As he gnaws on the jagged fingernail of his thumb, he focuses his attention on the winding hands of the clock with wide green eyes that judder after every tick of a second. The only source of sound in the room besides the incessant clicking of the clock is the hum of his computer among the mountains of torn and crumpled paper decorating the breadth of his desk. An open document flickers on the screen, reading:

To whom it may concern,

The forefathers of Panem had overlooked one glaring flaw in the division of our nation into twelve individual provinces—that each District would come to take on a personality of her own. It is my firm belief, however, that they could not have predicted that each of the Districts would develop a distinct character influenced by their chief export. Unfortunately, this does not impede the Districts from imparting their iconoclastic thoughts of revolution (which is foolhardy heresy, in my books) to one another. While the broad categorization contributes to the overall efficiency of the workforce, it breeds a certain degree of nationalism in the hearts of lower-class Panem citizens. A poisonous mentality exists of “If we can work together to drive the economy of the Capitol, surely we can come together to thwart the cruel fists of the Capitol”. These ragtag bands of misfits hardly ever advance their endeavors on a nationwide scale, of course. Acts of insurgency against the Capitol are often extinguished in a timely fashion—the Capitol has eyes and ears in the most unexpected of places, after all.

This harboring of nationalistic values has marred the framework of values the precursors of modern-day Panem had envisioned and built. In fact, the invention of the much-celebrated Hunger Games originated from the need to uphold the concord in Panem. It has become blatant that this illustrious carnival of death has only come to feed the rising flames of unruliness in the citizens. Furthermore, a rather significant portion of the Capitol population celebrates the victors of the Games as paragons of glory and champions of the Districts. The true purpose of the Games has vanished in the precarious folly of humanity.

LYRICS: Clocks by Coldplay 

FACECLAIM: Oliver Jackson-Cohen 

CODEWORD: odair