Mar 27, 2013
It's my birthday in 209 days. How about some death requests as an early present?
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It's my birthday in 209 days. How about some death requests as an early present?
I smile as I watch the tributes quite literally rip each other apart. Breehana was the seventh to die, but by no means the last of today. I exchange a knowing glance with Narcissa, before focusing my attention back on the screen and preparing two more canons.
Interesting...
Loving the bloodbath submissions so far!
The countdown begins...
I arrive at the Game Maker headquarters much earlier than necessary, but I'm just too excited for the bloodbath. To see these once-innocent tributes turned into vicious killing machines... it's simply marvellous. I stare at the large screens that are currently focused on the cornucopia, and test out the controls. Day to night in thirty seconds. Heatwave to blizzard in the blink of an eye. Perfect.
The weapons have been laying there for days, the huge rock cornucopia sheltering them from the elements. I sit back and smile. These Games are going to be the best ones yet if Narcissa and I have anything to do with it.
And we have everything to do with it.
I retire to the main control room to discuss the days events with GM Narcissa. It's safe to say I was pleasantly surprised by many of the tributes. Of course, that's not to say I didn't feel let down by a few. Knowing their anxious wait to hear their results does bring my joy, at least.
Griff enters the training room...
I make my way through the floor of the training centre, and take note of the tributes and what they're doing. Reaching a set of stairs on one side, I climb them and take a seat on a balcony that overlooks the training centre floor. It's only a matter of days until I'll get to watch them die in the Arena, but seeing them in person, training to slaughter one another... there's something special about it. I relax and watch carefully.
Back to the Capitol.
Well, that's it. My districts' reapings are over for another year. It's always a little sad, what with it being one of my favourite parts of the Games. Getting to meet some of the tributes, however briefly, before sending them off to the slaughterhouse is always a good way to start things off. Much better than the days where escorts would do it for us.
I hurry back to the station and board a train before the tributes from eight have finished saying their goodbyes. They'll be on a different train. I said I enjoyed meeting them, wanting to spend hours on a train to get back to the Capitol with them would be somewhat of an exaggeration of that enjoyment.
Watching the trees, fields, and occasional district's train station fly by the window has distracted me, and before long, I'm back in the Capitol. I take a deep breath of the city air, happy to be home. I never was a fan of trains. I walk quickly through the city, trying not to be noticed; when you're a Game Maker, people always want to talk to you around this time of year. "What have you got instore for them?", "What does the Arena look like?"... as if we're really going to tell them. The streets are deadly quiet, and I quickly realise that reapings are probably still being shown on the television. Even in the Capitol, it's compulsory for citizens to watch. Not that they require much persuasion.
The doors to Game Maker HQ slide open infront of me as I approach them, and I check with the person behind the building's reception if my fellow Game Makers have arrived back yet. He tells me that they haven't, so I take a seat on a couch next to a big plant and turn my attention to the TV on the wall, just in time to see Narcissa welcome a volunteer from District 3.