#the reenactment

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[riotatthemovies]

Due to capacity restrictions we couldn't promote this too much but @toihorrorfest premiered The Reenactment tonight at @eyesorecinema. It stars one the all time best tag team wrestlers Impactwrestling bad boy James Storm as the films shall we say bad guy. A fun and odd flick that homages Unsolved Mysteries in a way that the crew would have wished the mystery stayed unsolved. Went down in a way I wished Halloween 8 played out. Look for Reenactment with James Storm and Tony Todd coming soon #indihorrormovies #wrestling #eyesoreandkill #jamesstorm

[burton-copperfield]

A Face Among Many

"I'm afraid you've arrived a little late sir."

The girl at the desk tutted as she looked at the ticket Burton had bought himself. "I know, but I've had a few teething problems since I arrived at the Capitol..." Peacekeepers had stopped him upon leaving his hotel, asking him to be subject to a full search and Burton could only wonder why. Other hotel guests had passed through the main doors without problems, yet he'd been stopped. Had President Snow ordered an investigation into why Burton had come to the Capitol on non-mentor business? The search had taken fifteen minutes of his time before the Peacekeepers shrugged their shoulders, declaring that Burton was clear to go.

"However... given who you are, I can arrange for a boat trip to let you catch up. After all - the first part of the tour is just explaining how the preparations work out for the Tributes, and of course you know how that goes." She'd replied nonchantly, seeming to forget that Burton was stood right in front of her, and simply told two Avoxes to row him out to the tour group. They obliged and within minutes the boat was slinking down the river. 

Burton remembered this particular stretch of water - he'd had to make several dashing trips to restock on vital drinking water in order to survive, to make sure that the Careers never reached him. He kept looking around, trying to recall bits and bobs about the waterbanks and what had happened there. Closing his eyes, he thought back on coming back to the river on day three and finding the blood-stained knife of a Career Tribute hidden in the reeds - Burton raced off, forgetting his search for water and desperate to try and avoid being the next Tribute to die. The day when the water had began to dry up, the tide marks standing in stark contrast to the muddy side of the river and Burton knew that the Gamemakers were unhappy. The final view of the river as the hovercraft came to collect him, appearing to be a blurry deluge of colour as the medics injected him with Morphling for the very first time.

The river brought back memories, certainly.

Burton's boat landed on the next bank down, and as he disembarked he caught sight of the tourist group ahead of him. A collection of ages, genders and colours were assembled together around a group of birch trees and a man dressed in a bright purple suit was speaking loudly over them - the tour guide, Burton assumed. "And so, young Ellie was strung up here in an acid trap - with the eventual Victor looming over her body. Our cameras weren't quite able to pick up what was said - I'm assuming technical difficulties of course." The tour guide was speaking quickly once again in the typical Capitol accent, the 's' of his words seeming to suck in air to help him breathe. "But I'm sure that given Mr Copperfield's status as a Victor, his last words to her weren't so pleasant as others we might have seen. But of course - who wants to say anything to their victim?"

"It wasn't me."

Why had he spoken up? There was no need to correct the tour guide on his mistake - besides, the official records in the Capitol showed that Burton only had three deaths to his name; a relatively low number for a Victor. Yet there'd been something wrong about hearing him mention Burton as her killer. The way Ellie had been killed was vicious, brutal - it was calculated and cold, not Burton's style. It felt wrong though - as though he were a trained killer with a set modus operandi. He'd only chanced upon her as he'd tried to find a new shelter for the day - and he was the one who had to try and comfort her in her final moments. How on earth could anyone ever believe otherwise?

The tour guide nearly tripped on the patch of ferns by his feet once he realised who the voice belonged to. "... I do believe we have a ... celebrity with us today." He gave Burton a grimace as the crowd of people turned towards the back of the group. "... Ladies and gentlemen - this is very unexpected, but may I introduce the Victor of the 49th Annual Hunger Games - the man who was able to leave this very Arena! - Burton Copperfield!" The tour guide must have believed that it was his lucky day - very few people got the opportunity to meet the Victor of the Arena they were touring in the same day, let alone in the actual location where they became a Victor. He looked about at the group blankly, trying to determine how they saw him; the older party members regarded him with surprise and the younger tourists were amazed. Burton sighed, and held out a hand to greet everyone cautiously.

"Erm... yeah."

There was nothing more he could say, after all. Burton knew that this tour guide had sat and watched the tapes of the 49th Hunger Games on repeat to make sure that he knew the important locations and places that he'd have to point out to citizens of the Capitol. The  man probably knew more about his time in the Games than Burton ever did. However, despite his wealth of knowledge the tour guide had suddenly lost all authority over the tourist group - a young woman dressed head to toe in puce (with her skin coloured the same pigment) seemed to flit across the group towards him and giggled.

"Oh, you were my mum's favourite!" the young woman cried in glee, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "She used to have a crush on you back in the day - oh come on, come in for a photo. She won't believe me if I tell her I've met you!" She handed her bag to the young man who was presumably her boyfriend, and wrapped an arm around Burton's back. He felt forced to smile a little as he took the photo on one of the latest models engineered by District 3 - the girl was getting too close for comfort, and the squeeze of her hand on his side was a little too much. Still, she began a queue of people who wanted to talk to him, to get an autograph and to take a photo - all of them treating him as though he had done something truly remarkable, rather than being merely the survivor of the Hunger Games. Burton Copperfield was a lucky boy out of twenty four children; nothing more than that.

It made him feel a little sick; the fact of the matter was simple enough, as he was one of the Capitol's 'beloved' Victors. How could the Capitol just treat the Victors of the Hunger Games as celebrities? They weren't famous for having a talent or a special skill - those came after the Hunger Games, once the Victor was seen as a profitable commodity. Burton had chosen piano playing as his own but had never fully dedicated himself to that responsibility - the drugs and age had set in far too quickly, but since he'd begun mentoring he'd tried to pick it up once again. However, there was no time for that - the tour group was moving on. He knew now that he was obliged to stay with the group for the rest of the tour now; he couldn't simply wander off into the wilderness and forget that the incident had ever happened. Burton was now the jewel in the tour guide's crown - the Victor of the Hunger Games had turned up to his own tour. Perhaps some people might call him egotistical for doing so, but it didn't matter that much. Burton didn't care about that any more.

The only perspective he wanted to understand was his own.