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Introduction, Future GameMaker Theo Cyrillus's POV

The pristine window in the office room of the Ultra-Luxe penthouse suite overlooked the entire Capitol. But I never paid any attention to the beautiful lights or the common happenings of the lower citizens; I focused solely on the billboard that hovered over it all. A shining beacon to anyone who aspired to be more than the slum of the norm, my face beamed back at me on the picture. I had it built when my career was at its peak, as movie and script writing roles poured through my messages and I was the face of the big screen. But in the last few months, the only role I had been offered was script writer for some off-brand toothpaste commercial.

I wasn't sure about exactly what happened with my career; I was still young at twenty-seven, as handsome as ever, and a better actor than any of the idiots the business calls talented. I figured people had just gotten tired of the pretty-boy role I had always filled in scripts. Or maybe it was just some pretty shitty luck.

A rhythmic beeping coming from my intercom system distracted me from admiring my clean face on the billboard. I pressed my finger to the little round button to let the message through. "What is it?" I asked the greeter at the front desk.

"Your assistant is on her way up, man. You got 15 minutes." I smiled and thought of the little kitten that prowling her way to my suite. Neena was her name.

"Briefcase or purse?"

"Purse." He replied, confused.

"Ah, then it's casual." I said grinning. "Get an avox up here, tell em' to bring some fresh flowers, make sure they're roses, and a bottle of wine. Not the cheap shit either." I sighed into the intercom and released the button. Seconds later, an avox girl came in with what I asked. I threw her out and arranged a little setup at the table for my baby doll and I. Repeated knocks on the door alerted me. I stopped by the mirror to check myself; 'Beautiful smile? Check. Nice hair? Check. Still gorgeous? Check and mate.' I thought before I ran my perfect hands through my dirty blonde hair, and left towards the door.

I opened it with a grin, "Pussycat! Well ain't this platinum! Had I known, I would've baked a cake! Glad you finally took me up on my offer." Neena pushed me out of the doorframe with the surgically attached talons on her long fingers. Her crimson hair spilled onto her shoulders and covered one of the many large black feather tattoos that graced her nimble frame. The same frame many cameras had the pleasure of seeing unmarred by the imperfection of clothing, but that I hadn't had the same opportunity.

"Don't flatter yourself." She said as she sat at the bar counter.

"You know, baby, that hard to get act you've been doing since we met is really starting to make me think you really don't like me!" I joked and sat next to her.

"Awe, I wonder why." She said sarcastically and emptied her purse on the counter, a manila folder spilled out.

"So what'll it be? Business or pleasure?"

"It's all business, keep it that way."

"You're breaking my heart baby!" I laughed as I clutched a hand on my chest and pretended to have a heart attack. "But color me intrigued, so shoot."

"Theo, baby, this folder I have here is the single best thing to ever happen to us. You won't believe it." She smiled and thumped a talon against it, tearing the cover and pushing it my way. I picked the thing up and flipped to the first page. A short letter was scrawled on crisp white papyrus paper and was signed by the big man himself caught my eye. "He wants you to be the gamemaker, baby! This is our big break." She put her hands on my shoulders and let out a laugh of pure amazement.

She grabbed the bottle of wine from the table and brought it over. "You're gonna be sending twenty-four whiney brats to their death in any damn setting you choose, you'll need this." She cracked open the red bottle, "It's your time to shine, killer." She kissed my cheek and backed out of the suite. I smiled, 'My time to shine.' This is my big break. No longer will I be forced to put myself through hours of creating a script that will only be trashed by some fat cat director in his studio apartment. No, I'll be the big man, the head honcho.

I picked up the folder and went to the intercom. My free hand graced the button after I let out an unbelieving laugh.

"How'd it go?" The deskman asked.

"Well baby, I guess you could say that I got lucky." I smirked and tapped the little yellow folder. So very, very lucky.

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