Quasalia Moon:

A sketch of the soon-to-be arena sits before me, placed on my shiny metal desk, complete with labels and rules. Why more rules? A new twist. A twist that will, or might I say, should, surprise the whole of Panem. A complete game changer. Equal amount of deaths? Yes. Combat? Defiantly. Entertainment? Of course. Unexpected twists? Check. Noise floods the room, filling my ears with unwanted information. I was determined to beat the games from the year before- I just can't help but compete.
I then hear loud footsteps, getting louder as they approach in my direction. But there's no question to who it is. Without a doubt.
"What's in store for the tributes this year?" My fellow gamemaker, Brodie asks. I look up into her intensely dark blue eyes. As soon as contact is made, I turn away to look at the scale model of what the arena will be, pretending to be deeply studying it carefully. What her eyes say about her is just so freaky. When she looks at you, she looks as if she's think of taking you down. "Come up with an idea yet? You were given the pleasure of head gamemaker this year, Quasalia, and you need to come up with an idea! The president will be here to check up on our progress soon enough." She continues, her voice raised. I roll my eyes. Her bright curly orange hair bounces as she shakes her head disapprovingly. She hates me, I just know it. She was in the running to be head gamemaker this year, but I got chosen instead.
"Shut it, Brodie. I have it all worked out. I've had it done ages ago. Seriously, you should have been notified." I snap, adding a smirk.
"This. This is it?" She asks. "A game board?"
"Yes, this is it!" I confirm. "A game within a game! This perfectly captures the saying that tributes are our gamepieces. This year, the tributes are literally our gamepieces. With a few extra surprises along the way."
Brodie's face softens, and she smiles slightly. "I hate to say this..." She hesitates and turns her head sharply to the right. I guess she doesn't want me to see her expression. "I really like the idea. It's brilliant!"
"Thank you. I quite like the idea, too." I laugh, just to rub it in.
"Don't push it. You'll have to announce the twist to the rest of the city." She states clearly, walking away.

A long day at work. But now it's time to announce the twist to the whole of the Capitol. The districts don't know about it - they won't find out until the games air. The atmosphere is thrilling. The air is filled with the cheers, chanting and chatting of the crowd on the other side of the blood-red curtain before me. I'm not sure if the colour is symbolic. for bloodshed of the tributes? A sacrafice? I quiver slightly, my hand shaking, holding the speech I most carefully prepared that afternoon. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. But I shouldn't be nervous. I felt so...confident before. I don't know why these feelings swept over me lately. I take some deep breaths. I should be on a few minutes after the curtains draw. What if the twist isn't good enough for Panem? I want the whole of Panem to recognise the 84th Annual Hunger Games to be the best. The most entertaining. The most memorable. President Astule emerges. His brown hair is cut above his hair, and his face...he looks blood thristy. His smile is more of a smirk, a mischevious one, as if he's been waiting for this moment all his life and the games were his one and only form of entertainment. But there's a other look in his eyes. Confidence. I've geard his story. As a kid, he was a huge fan of the games. At a young age, he really never understood the deaths and how it would effect the familes and friends of those tributes that died in the arenas every year. Same as every other kid. But, when he got into 6th grade, he was agressive and got into fights with the older kids at his school. Whenever he got into trouble, he would say it was in the spirit of the games.
The president turns to me. "Ready for this, Moon?" I nod my head, trying to look as comfortable as possible. But the truth is, he quite scares me. Alot, actually. May I mention, he has a tendency of calling people by their surnames.
"Don't be nervous. It'll be fine. I can't wait to hear the twist you've made for the game this year! I'm sure...you've been working very, very hard." He adds. His smile widens, as if he's trying to be friendly. Yes, I said 'trying'. He's not known for being friendly. More like the opposite. To get people to fear him. And it works on most people, including me.
"Of course, sir. You won't be disappointed." I stammer.
"I hope not." And with that, the curtains draw out and I hear the roar of the clouds grow louder. I peer through. He gestures the crowd to calm and be quiet. Although, it doesn't work. His eyebrows crinkle, and he starts talking into the microphone.
"Welcome, citizens of the Capitol's Panem! We are gathered here today to announce the twist all of you have all been waiting for! May I announce, Quasalia Moon, out head gamemaker for this year!" As he finishes, she claps his hands and gives me a slight nod. I nod back. That's my queue. The crowd is completely silent, all staring at me as I make my way to the podium placed in the middle of the stage. As I stand in front, I swallow and shift my feet so I'm confortable. With that, I start my speech.
"Welcome! Thank you for coming today. Boy, do we have a surprise for you. Have you ever heard of the expression that the tributes are just a piece in our games? I'm sure you...err...most of you have. This arena will expand this idea. This year, the tributes are literally our gamepieces. The arena will be made into a game board. Complete with the cards, dice, and game spaces with a few extra surprises which you'll be hanging at the edge of your seats when you hear what they are. The rules of this game changer will be explained in the airing of the games across the whole of Panem, so the districts will acknowledge the news. I hope to see you all talking about these games for years to come. These games are truely what we have been waiting for. Thank you." I look over at President Astule. He smiles and nods a slight nod. I take my seat in the chair beside him.
"I'll have to review these new rules with you and Brodie later on. To approve them first." Again, I nod plainly to show that I understand. I sit through the whole presentation and speeches, being careful to turn away to yawn. Afterall, I'm not the type of person to just sit down hours on end listening to most things I don't even need to know, or things that I already knew. After a few hours, the event is over, and everyone returns to their homes, exhausted.

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