(I've had this idea for awhile and decided to put it down on paper, tell me what you think. Thanks for reading)
James walked into the armory. It was his twelfth birthday and he was going to get his first armor. He was nervous. Your armor was your life. What if his didn't turn out well, what if there was a glitch in the programming or what if he didn't like it? To bad, he'd be stuck with it until his 18th, when he became a man. On the up-side he would hopefully be able to go up top-side and take part in the null-gravity mock battles. The down side was that he now, as required by law, had to be signed up for the hunger games, of course you could sign up before you were 12 but that was basically counted as suicide. They use to make if that you didn't have to sign a sheet. That your name was automatically placed in the bowl but it was different now. perhaps they changed it give people the illusion of freedom. James thought. Who cares, all I know is that when you turn 12 you run the risk of being part of the annual hunger games. I'm twelve and that all that matters.
I enter the armory and glance around. Big white plates of steal line the wall, covered in all sorts of medical equipment. Not the sort of thing you'd expect to see in an armory, is it. But the way your armor is made requires mutiple samples of you DNA to create it. They take the sample and place it in a big machine all fancy like and it analyse it creating a unique armor according to your personality, physical appearance, what district or catacomb as they call them now you are from, your family, even your favourite animal, every thig about you is put into the armor, that's what make it so special. It is you as a machine.
As James waited he tried to run through in his head all the possibilities of what his armor could look like, what equipment it would have, what weapons, even the colour of it was a mystery. It was hard, there were so many possibilities! Lets start with the basics he thought. Well, he was small, the smallest 12 year old in the catacomb and he suspects the planet except for the deformities, of cours they don't count. The again he himself was mute so who knows maybe he was a deformitie as well. I love Eagles, maybe that might be included still thinking he tied to come up with more clues. He hoped his suit was fast and had rocket boots. Why did it take so long for it to be assembled. He had been here for... he glanced at his watch 5 minuets. Only 5 freaking minutes! James sighed, got up and started to walk around complex trying to take his mind of his new suit but to no avail. With in seconds he was back to worring. What was he going to do!
James was part of Catacomb 10. They provided fresh meat to the planet. This would be easy if the animals were kept in pens and cages, but no that's not how the Capitol works. No, they have to make life hard for everyone by deciding that free range animals are better for you and are tastier than caged animals. Idiots! Because districts tea 10 is a huge Forrest it leaves little space for people actually live. Overcrowding is common, it is hard for to expand the tunnels as tree roots block the path constantly and burrows of vicious Tunneling Cats are common. About half an hour later my suit is ready. James get a message on his moniter implant and sprints back to the armory. Why did I have to walk so far away he thinks. This isit I'm finally going to get my armor.
(Thank you again for reading, sorry if this chapter was boring. I promice it wibetter more exciting in the next. Please review, I need feed back. And that's about it. =•D)