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@reginachaparral-blog
I do have more than one, as a matter of fact. Quit being self-centered.
Oh yeah? And where are they now? Though friends hung out with eachother, unless you're counting me. Which you really shouldn't.
I'm not being self-centered anyway, I'm not exactly known for having much of a self at this point.
I do. I work on these people’s cars. Keeps me mostly away from them and people away from me.
Working on cars isn't a life Jett. I think you're as aware of that as I am. Look you need friends, like... more than one.
Hmph. Suit yourself, just leave me out of it.
I am, that's why I haven't dragged you the Capitol.
Still, it hardly means that I can't wheedle you into doing something better with your life here.
At this rate,
There are breakfast trends? Â I know I follow the fashion pretty well, but breakfast? Â Really?
Yeah it's pretty insane but honestly, it's kind of nice eating something new for breakfast nearly every day. You never get bored.
The Capitol is within walking distance from us. They have eyes on us like never before. Do you really want to get mixed up in that?
Um yes, I would actually. That's who I am, the Capitol favorite and not because I won last years games but because I play the part, I'm good at it, and I'm safer than than most doing what I do. And I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy it a little bit.
At this rate,
I thought that was Tatiana’s job.
No no, we share. But I think I'm better at it... don't tell her I said that though.
It’s best to not get involved, Regina. How many times have I discussed this with you? The people living down the road a ways are not to be trifled with. So it’s best to become a homebody like myself with the occasional outing.
Involved with who? You or the people down the road because frankly, I don't actually know who lives down the road. I couldn't be a homebody if I wanted to and I was hoping that'd rub off on you. It's not healthy for you to be locked up like this, so the world is scary? When's that stopped anyone?
At this rate,
Doing what? Making ugly bow ties for the unsuspecting?
Setting new trends and writing fanmail you uneducated piece of sawdust.
At this rate,
Why would you want to live there?  They’d be breathing down your neck all the time trying to find out what you ate for breakfast.
I like the food, the people, and the parties and seeing as it's been a few years since my induction into their crazy world and I'm still sane I figure I'd survive well enough there. Eh, I don't mind it really it's nice to know someone cares besides it's not like my breakfast doesn't matter, I always follow the trends.
Do I look like I care?
No, but I live vicariously through you so right now my life is pretty boring.
At this rate,
Maybe you should spend more time here.
I've thought about it but the Capitol offers a bit more freedom, and roomier closets. And frankly, better company. No offense.
The stylists wanted me to wear my hair up in buns on top of my head…. Are we all absolutely sure they know what they are doing?
I'd trust mine with my life. So yes I figure they do know what they're doing, just sit still and let them do their thing, you'll fabulous in the end.
I promise.
Have I not graciously requested that I be left alone?
Yes, and I'm graciously annoying my better instincts.
You can't stay holed up the rest of your life. Well you can. But you'd become really pale really fast.
At this rate,
Might as well let me live in the Capitol. I spend far too little time here as it is,
c i t i z e n D A T A . . . P R O C E S S I N G . . .
this citizen is played by sophie.
p r e H U N G E R G A M E S . . .
Regina Chaparral was far from well off in district Six. She was one of three children, all of which shared the same family traits of dark hair and tanned skin, rather uncommon for her district. Still, in a sea of faces Regina hardly stuck out, she wasn’t particularly clever, strong, or useful she was just one of many destined to marry early, have children, and work until the day she dropped dead. This had never contented her. She continued to imagine ways that she could somehow rid herself of the confines of their small and progressively more cramped home.Â
Throughout school Regina proved to be a below average student, she didn’t seem particularly interested in her studies as she claimed they wouldn’t help her in later life. Neither her parents nor teachers could truely contest this logic seeing as most likely she would be joining either her father (a mechanic) or her mother (a maid) in their lines of work which really required a more practical education than the one offered in school.Â
It was merely luck that bought Regina the opportunity of a lifetime. Her mother happened upon a woman who needed her laundry done, and extra food on the table wasn’t something that any of the Chaparrals were likely to pass up. Being the eldest of the three children Regina was charged with taking up this responsibility. At thirteen Regina was more than happy to accept the responsibility, although cleaning proved to be harder work than anticipated. She only had so many hours a day that she could wash the clothes, and often she mistook fabrics and washed them incorrectly ruining them in the process.
After returning a freshly washed blouse to one of the richer women in the district she was yelled at for having let a button come off in the wash. Regina tried her best to explain that she didn’t know how to sew, and that the button hadn’t even been there from the start. The older woman would have none of it, and she was forced to return not only without money but with a bruise on her wrist. Her mother quickly sat her down and taught her the basics of sewing, it was a necessary skill as clothes needed to be mended constantly from the wear and tear of work, and it would prevent further occurrences.
It took some time for Regina to work at it but eventually she became quite good at sewing and often scrounged around behind the one tailor shop in the district in search of scraps of cloth to make clothes out of. The tailor was looking for unpaid help and after much trepidation Regina eventually offered up her own services. It became apparent that a lot of her skills weren’t fit for delicate work but she had enough talent that she wasn’t a lost cause, and so by the age of fourteen Regina became a seamstress’ apprentice.
Unfortunately, the fairy tale that Regina had convinced herself she was living ended when she was reaped in the 72nd Hunger Games. It came as a shock to everyone. Half the reason her family had worked so hard was to keep her name out of the reapings, or keep it to a minimum that is. Regina wasn’t surprised to find nobody volunteering for her, and soon found herself on her way to the Capitol.Â
The train was beautiful with plush seats and delicious food. While Regina had long since given up her dreams of being a princess she soon realized that the Capitolites were quite literally living in the lap of luxury and she did have a way of joining them. Winning the games.Â
But she wasn’t sure how to do it, Regina wasn’t very close to her mentors. Rather afraid of them really. And she wasn’t a fighter or a strategist. She wasn’t even sure if she was pretty. That soon changed when the stylists got a hold of her. The plain face that she had so often seen staring back at her in the mirror became her most powerful weapon. Regina could look like anything, with the right makeup that was. She could pass as any gender, her age was hard to guess with the right contouring, and she could look positively angelic on camera.
It wasn’t even hard being nice to the Capitolites like she had originally expected. They were people too and if you forgot about the games themselves they were genuinely nice and welcoming and she had the utmost respect for her stylist and prep team. Meanwhile, in the training center Regina worked primarily on camouflage, only occasionally venturing over to other survival stations. She knew her survival depended on her knowledge of face paint and disguises. Even if she wasn’t sure what the arena was.
During the interviews she made sure to expound on how lovely the Capitol was. And it was every bit heartfelt, outside of the fantastic outfits and her remarkably different looks during every public appearance Regina was quite honestly, genuine. And when she said goodbye before the arena she made a point of hugging all of the people who had helped her, even the ones who looked like they wanted anything but to be thanked.
The arena itself, happened to be styled as a Funhouse though that wasn’t quite what Regina thought of it as. She had never actually been to a carnival after all, and to her it was simply a maze of mirrored walls and steps that might or might not be real. She managed to grab a bag from the Cornucopia that contained a series of dyes, as well as a large sheet and a small amount of food. Regina hid away for the time being, painted her body to fit the dim lighting of the arena.
Eventually however she needed to make her move, less and less tributes remained and the arena seemed to shrink around her, forcing her closer and closer to the other tributes. Eventually, Regina ended up near one of the younger tributes who was carrying darts with him. One sloppy makeup job later she was able to fool him into thinking that multiple enemies were waiting to kill him (courtesy of some nearby mirrors) and he fell down a flight of steps to his death.Â
She continued to trick the other tributes, and even imitated them as best she could trying to make the careers turn on each other. The last tribute standing besides herself was a girl from District Eleven, and her win only occurred when Regina goaded the tribute into stabbing herself by convincing her she was hearing voices.Â
p o s t H U N G E R G A M E S . . .
Victory suited Regina far more than she could ever have imagined. She genuinely enjoyed the pomp, parties, and fancy costumes that followed the Victory Tour. Â And she took to Capitol fashion like a fish to water. Her acting only got better as the months passed and she fully immersed herself in Capitol culture in a way that no other tribute had. Regina loved the makeup and the ridiculous wigs and outfits and she was more than willing to play dress up and gush about the latest pastries and plum pudding shapes.
Remaining a Capitol darling Regina touched the Capitolites hearts in very special way. She seemed as silly and shallow as they were, and they could see themselves in her. Known for her elaborate hairstyles and ability to look like a completely different person she made her ‘hobby’ into fashion, and tried to design her own line of clothes. While the clothes were quite terrible they did become popular for about a week. Which was a small success.
Within the Victor’s village however Regina felt far from at home. She was still a lost little girl, and her family seemed to fit in better than she did. Other victors found her shallow, and fake and there was nothing Regina could do to prove herself to them. She did manage to remain on good terms with a few of them, simply because she was smart and genuinely non-confrontational.
A year after winning the games Regina realized that she had some form of mystery illness. Not even the Capitol doctors knew how to treat it, and for both public and personal reasons Regina was expected to keep it in the dark. Being the happy go lucky Victor that she often pretended to be she welcome the charade and made quite of show of being healthy and happy, still it continued to gnaw at her from the inside and threatens to expose who Regina really is.
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