Diferent Types of Camera Stabilizer and Its Advantages
Diferent Types of Camera Stabilizer and Its Advantages
One of the most essential camera accessories any amateur or professional film makers must have is a camera stabilizer. This camera accessory is used primarily to keep the camera stable as you take a video footage; thus, expanding the capabilities of your camera to capture high quality images even at different positions, ground levels or complicated situations.
Rising out into clear view, Sparta took a moment to stare at the arena. There was a castle to her right, and a beautiful forest in front of her, serving as a background to the Cornucopia. The Cornucopia itself drew most of her attention. It was filled with all the weapons the Center had, but these were shinier and much more attractive.
The countdown began, and the robotic voice filled the arena. Sparta sat down on her platform and began to bring down her hair from the high pony tail her stylist had given her. "I don't do ponytails," she muttered to herself. Sighing, she sat in her comfortable criss crossed position and placed her elbow on her leg, her chin resting on the closed fist she formed. Time was moving so slow. So slow. They were barely at the thirty second mark.
Turning to look at the tributes beside her, Sparta caught a glimpse of Matt beside her, and Emerson on the other side of her. Seemed to Sparta she hadn't been placed next to anyone particularly dangerous. Beside Matthew was a small girl, and beside her was Josh. Sparta watched him for a moment before she forced herself to look away before she distracted him.
Sparta could barely see Lyra who stood even further away, but Talon was probably near the end of the line up because Sparta couldn't see him from where she stood. It didn't matter. They'd all meet at the Cornucopia like the Careers did every year.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Sparta watched everyone dart off their plates and slowly stood up herself. Walking off of her platform, it seemed to Sparta she had been one of the last ones to head for the Cornucopia. By the time she was halfway there, Sparta had to shove her way through tributes that were already in combat. "Excuse me. Move. Ugh. Watch out, damn it!" Continuing to walk through the tributes, Sparta stared at two of the tributes in combat, secretly envying them. Reaching the inside of the Cornucopia surprisingly unharmed with only blood splattered around her, Sparta picked up three of the daggers that first came to her sight and placed one in her pocket. Smiling, Sparta turned around to take in the scene. Any first victims?
The smile quickly swept away from Sparta's lips as she caught sight of a tall figure smoothly picking up one of the daggers in the Cornucopia and turning to run. That was her dagger. Without giving thought to the possible end results, Sparta ran into the boy, daggers aimed, collapsing against him and listening to him groan as the blades sunk into his stomach. Rolling on top of his body, Sparta slid one of the daggers out, repeatedly stabbing and sliding the dagger, through the boy's, now identified as Lyric, stomach. The boy grunted in pain and lost his grip on the dagger he carried but not before he managed to slide it from Sparta's ear to her chin. Grimacing, Sparta decided she'd give more attention to the blood dripping at her chin later and twisted the daggers inside Lyric's body.
The boy was strong, holding on to Sparta's hair as they fought for dominance, struggling to punch her by her head while Sparta slid the daggers through his body.
After it was clear she'd nearly punctured all of Lyric's guts, she watched as he rolled onto his back, allowing her to settle herself on top of him. Whatever it was Lyric was trying to say to her, Sparta ignored it and took in the sight of him gasping as tears rode down his face.
A smile on her lips, Sparta slid her dagger through one of his hands, pinning it to the ground. The boy let out a yelp of pain as she slid out her second dagger from his stomach and created another hole through his other hand, pinning that too against the floor. Taking the dagger she'd chased him for, Sparta smirked and showed it to him. Pressing it lightly against his cheek, Sparta watched as the blade sunk in deeper, and deeper, until it entered the inside of his mouth and the boy began to spit blood. Continuous moans escaped his lips, and Sparta ignored him as he begged, "Just kill me. Just kill me." Sliding the dagger all the way through in one quick motion, Sparta sliced his whole upper lip off and created a hole in Lyric's gum. "Please! Please kill me! Please! Stop! Stop! Please!" Sparta shook her head, "Shh. I'm concentrating."
Narrowing her eyes, Sparta pointed at his eye, smiling as the boy kicked frantically and yelled with terror. "One," she began slowly, her voice low, "Two." Teasing his eyebrow with the tip, Sparta grinned, and whispered, "Three."
Raising her elbow, Sparta smashed the tip of the dagger into Lyric's eye. To her disappointment, Lyric didn't scream at all. Frowning, Sparta slapped him, but watched as he gave no reaction. "Aww shit, I killed him." Stepping on his body, Sparta stood up and brushed her hands. Sliding the daggers out of his eye and the other two from his hands, Sparta slid two more of them into her pockets and kept the other in her hand.
Running back into the Cornucopia, Sparta began to look around at what it was that had been left. After a moment, Sparta stayed quiet and didn't take another step. Somewhere inside the Cornucopia was someone hiding. "I can hear your heavy breathing. You're no good at hiding." Looking behind the wall, Sparta grinned, the frowned. "The longer it takes for me to find you, the longer it'll take for me to kill you." Pushing aside all pack and weapons, Sparta began to move faster, searching for whoever was in the place with her.
Under one of the cases of weapons, there she was. District 4's young tribute.
Sneaking up behind her, Sparta dragged her by the hair, wincing at the girl's high pitched scream. "I hate hide and seek," Sparta said slowly. The girl held onto Sparta's arm and sunk her teeth into it while Sparta cursed loudly, and failed to shake her off. Taking the dagger, Sparta's first stab arrived at the girl's neck, causing her to fall almost immediately. Lifting her up by her hair, Sparta angrily punched her jaw before she continuously stabbed her dagger through her face until the deformations she caused made the girl seem extraterrestrial.
Dropping her on the floor, Sparta kicked her body to the side and spat on it. "Stupid girl. Rushed the fun of it all." Wiping the dripping blood from her cheek and rubbing her blood stained arm, Sparta walked outside of the Cornucopia to watch the rest of her alliance get their selves to safety and finish off the doomed tributes.
