Rhea Nikoleta (FC: Adele Laurie Blue Adkins) | District 7 Escort
Rhea had lived such a joy filled life. She was raised respectably, never worrying about when her next meal would be or who would cook it for her. And when asked to participate in such an important event, there was no question to her answer. At the young age of 25, to have a job in this new Hunger Games world, she truly felt her life was headed in the right direction. All she wanted was to make her daughter happy, and proud of her mom. She took enormous pride in everything she did.
Rhea had lived such a joy filled life. She was raised respectably, never worrying about when her next meal would be or who would cook it for her. And when asked to participate in such an important event, there was no question to her answer. At the young age of 25, to have a job in this new Hunger Games world, she truly felt her life was headed in the right direction. All she wanted was to make her daughter happy, and proud of her mom. She took enormous pride in everything she did. Rhea Nikoleta may be a parent whose child might die one day because of these games, but damn her if she wasn’t going to do her best to ignore that.
Looking out over the set, Margaret felt a rushing sense of joy. Seeing all of the workers running around below, the interns rushing to grab bottles, and the producers fighting over a scene in the script, she knew that this was the life she had always been destined for. One of luxury and people realizing that she was the best thing that had ever happened in their miserable lives. After all, it wasn’t every day that an actress showed up on the scene that could make any writer’s work an instant masterpiece.
Taking in all that was happening around her, Margaret realized that she had known ever since she was eighteen that the world was destined to meet her. Her charming smile, proportionate figure, graceful sway as she walked down the street. The ability she possessed to convince anyone to do anything. Bursting onto the cinema scene, she quickly worked to the top of the ladder, bursting the inflated bubbles of other superstars that had come before her. She had become the trendsetter, the quotable icon that goes down in history (infamously or not), the one that would be remembered by all, even when they were dead.
Turning away from the railing, Margaret sashayed over to her desk. Picking up the most recent issue of Cecilia’s Gossip, she flicked through the pages. Scandal rocks the scene as the lead singer of Boy Band Number 3 quits the group to start a duo with his on-again, off-again lover! Mr. Fashion is my middle name has created a revolutionary new ballgown made entirely of some new man-made, synthetic material! President Brandt declares revolutionary new government system that will change the lives of everyone in Panem for the better! Book by Middle-Aged Mid-Life Crisis hits the charts as a #1 Capitol Bestseller! It’s all so old. Always the same. But I guess not everyone’s lives can be exciting as that of a rich socialite.
Just as she went to leave the room and head downstairs for her next scene, Margaret noticed an article on the page the magazine had flopped open to when she had set it down. It was about her! Viciously grabbing the article, Margaret’s eyes scanned the page in order to ensure that her image was still as adored by the public as it should be. It seemed as if the article was fine (same old dish of her gorgeous looks, wonderful movies and kind personality), until she read through the sidebar. There, under her name, it said she was thirty! It was an outrage. Sprinting to the mirror, she scrutinized her appearance for a solid minute. As far as she could tell, she didn’t look a day over twenty!
Quickly regaining her composure, she waltzed down the stairs and requested one of her makeup artists to give her a touch-up. Not because she needed it of course, but because she had to look her best on screen. Margaret smiled and graciously answered questions and chatted emptily about the day’s gossip with her assistants. She felt rejuvenated. Not that she felt tired in the first place. She was, after all, only twenty-six.
Putting her worries to rest, Margaret pranced over to the set. This newest piece that she was working on was about first president of Panem and his family. She was playing the role of the wife. As she strolled through her lines, she realized that she had a gift. She doubted that any of the others in the room could ever replace her. After all, she spread messages to a group of people in an enjoyable way that a tech crew member could not. They would simply kill the audience with their talk of how a simple camera works. But, Margaret also wished the best for those below her. After all, if they were not feeling well, how could they help her to their fullest ability.
Filming into the night, Margaret was ready for a drink at the end of the day. She believed that she still had some wine from 2030 in her wine cellar at home. No better day to round out the end of the day. Tomorrow she had the day off, and was considering visiting the Jacobsons, since they had invited her over a few days back. A nice family. She had known them ever since she was a little girl, and apparently their family lines had known each other for centuries. She truly hoped that they could speak of tales from the business. It was so intriguing to catch glimpses into the lives of others. In the end, you never know what information could end up being useful, after all.
When she arrived home, she discovered a package waiting for her. She realized that it had come from the President and his group of Gamemakers for the new reality show entitled the Hunger Games. She immediately became excited. If she could get involved in the next nationwide obsession, it could help her to enhance her career even more. Opening up the package, Margaret’s smile became larger and larger. She let out a knowing chuckle. Oh, this would be fun.
It was always fun to help the less fortunate enter the educated and privileged world of higher society, after all. As long as they realized that no matter how high they climbed, they would never be equal to those who were naturally selected to live perfect lives.
