h. slaughter // capitol CB

If there's anything proven in Panem, it's that young people can't be stopped. A world ran by eighteen year olds; accomplish what you've got as early as you can, because we all know nineteen isn't promised. This is a little different in the capitol, you've got to fuck a victor or be a prodigy to stand out -- and H's got that figured out. 

Hell, H. has done both. 

At nineteen! 

You hear her before you see her, talks with pride that's been built since a child. H. is a creation first, a creator second -- she designed her own coding. Journals filled like a death note, every second of her life analyzed and digested until perfection comes as easy as breathing. A brand so soundly built that people love her without even thinking about her, isn't that the definition of it? 

Isn't that true love, anyways? A first impression so good you can't shake a bitch off. There's only two things that matter in Panem: perfection and winning. Convince her other wise, she'll pencil in that phone call once you have evidence. 

There's a reason her name's plastered in the 80th arena -- HOLLYWOOD. The biggest celebrity you've never heard of. 

Host of The Castle Game, officially airing whenever.