Hunter Mitchell ▒ Peeta Mellark

( Hunger Games Reincarnates )

( Club Capitol employees )

So I got a call today from my agent, which doesn't happen that often since he's gotten so used to me telling him that I will, under no uncertain terms, never act again. He's tried a couple of times to pull me back in the fold--trust me, his latest pull before this recent call was to try to get me to audition for Finnick in the Catching Fire movie that will probably come out since The Hunger Games is so damn popular, and that offer was the most awkward thing ever that I might've just hung up on him.

Anyway, why do I ramble on these things? One of these days I'll tap into Peeta's finesse with the public the offer today was for some movie based on Greek Mythology. The stuff's really popular these days (Immortals, anyone?), and he wants me to audition for one of the gods. He says I'd be a shoe-in for Poseidon because of my likeness to what's-his-face from the other movie. I'm actually thinking about doing it.

Liam, Levi, think you guys can handle a little extra work at the club if I do?

It's always awkward when big deals are made out of your source around you, and you're stuck there trying to pretend you know nothing about it when in actuality? You've got the insider scoop. Not that that's all that great here. Having Peeta, having 'lived' through the Hunger Games twice and the war? It's not fun. All those fangirls who wish they could be like him, or Katniss, or in the games have no idea what they're talking about. Despite the name, it was never a game. Death isn't fun.
( So have at it. )

Still. Times are hard. Capitol's officially hosting a midnight viewing party of the movie for all of those interested. Reincarnates get a discount. Sometimes it's good to have Hollywood connections.

( Camelot )

( Camelot Cells )

( Camelot )

( Hunger Games Crew )

That's it. I need employees. Not that I don't love all of you who work for me already, I just can't keep working seven days in order to cover where we're short. Owner or not, I'm getting tired, and I've got other things to do like guarding a goddamn death arena so that it's not found. No, really. I'm not Superman. I actually need sleep. That myth about all actors being on drugs so they don't have to sleep? Not true.

So this is me on my knees, reincarnate community. I need workers. I pay well. I provide benefits. I don't know how else to sweeten the pot when you're working at an LA nightclub.

( Ben/Inez )

( Ben )

( Gareth Evans )

POSITION OPEN
The Capitol Club is in dire need of a new bartender. Hours are flexible, pay is decent, and drinks are discounted for employees.

BONUS: You get to work for me.


If you're interested, comment.



In other news, the naked old man turned up again today. I swear, I wish I was good at setting traps Like Katniss and Gale? You...shut up. so I could stop him before he was in eye sight.

( Inez )

Never been a day where I've been more happy to say that my family's in California. If anybody needs help, totally offering it. Financial and otherwise.

On that note, for every drink bought at Capitol, half of the profits will go towards aiding New York with whatever it is they're dealing with down there.

There's nothing nearly as awkward as a girl getting drunk and sobbing to you about that boyfriend she broke up with that day who apparently looks a lot like you. It's even more awkward when she starts getting angry at you over the same fact. I even got slapped in the face and splashed with a bay breeze.

Somebody better have suggestions for getting cranberry and vodka out of clothes. That was my favorite shirt.

I really don't want Somebody's going to rec Can't we just

Er. Hi. I suppose it's about time I introduced myself on this thing since I've been putting it off for forever. Is there a standard protocol about introductions that I'm forgetting? I lose shit like instructions all the time. Guess I'm going to just have to bite the bullet.

My name's Hunter Mitchell please don't recognize that name, and for the love of god I hope nobody calls me Charlie, and uh. I have Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games. Nice kid. Awful life. The usual deal I guess when you're dealing with fictional drama.

To make this worthwhile I'm going to post a bit of an advertisement for my bar. If you're in the LA area, we're at [HERE], and we have different specials every night. We're also looking for some people willing to work, namely busting tables and a few bouncers. If you're looking for a job, apply within. It includes benefits.

( I do the cakes. )