Appius Terlen, Head Gamemaker
As I watch last year's disastrous games I realised how close it was until I had to give the order to start the reapings. Last year's games was an absolute failure, the arena was
pathetic, it was too big and most of the tributes had to be killed via mutations rather than the other tributes. Oh and the victor almost started a rebellion. Hard to forget when we
almost had a war on our hands. As suspected the Head Gamemaker 'vanished' and I got the job. I know most of the eyes of the Capitol will be on the tributes but I know the
President's eyes will be on me and my actions.
A knocking interrupts my thoughts. "Come in" I called. There was silence for a few seconds. "I said COME in!" I cried. Suddenly the door opened and my pathetic excuse for an
assistant gamemaker, Blye Herriot, stumbled into the room, ultimately dropping all of her files on the floor.
"Sorry! I didn't hear you an-and"
"It's fine, although sometimes I wonder why I've never fired you." I announced. "I assume you're here to tell me about the arena?"
She fixed her glasses and smiled "You know me too well Appius, the design is done, and the arena is built now we're just checking for any flaws"
Suddenly a figure steeped out from the corner and said in a pained voice "Mr Terlen I really hope there won't be any flaws in this arena, for your own sake"
"Mr President, I'm sorry I never saw you. Please excuse Mrs Herriot for her actions" I gestured towards the door. Blye may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but she knows when
it's the right time to leave.
"Mr President the arena is almost ready to be us..." I began
"The arena will be ready by tomorrow Mr Terlen, there will be no flaws."
"The arena will be done by tomorrow Sir, I assure you" I started to panic, the arena can't be done by tomorrow! It takes at least a week to check for flaws. I really should point this
out but a few cracks and missing screws aren't worth my life.
There was silence for a few seconds before I realised he probably wanted to see the arena pictures and design. I started to hand it to him until he shook his head. "Mr Terlen I'm here
to speak you abouts flaws, but flaws in the capitol, not the arena"
I was confused about what he was trying to say. Flaws in the capitol? I really had no idea what he was trying to imply. He shook his head
"Rebels are still talking about an uprising, I want you to destroy the district's pride, I want you to make them feel inferior to us. I want last year's games to be forgotten. The victor
has been dealt with, he shall make a speech just before your interview. That should destroy most of the uprising, if this arena fails just like the one last year. It won't just be the 23
tributes losing their lives."
I realised the TV was still blaring in the background "Congratulation to the victor of the 34th…" I panicked. I needed to turn that goddamn thing off. I got up and dashed to the TV. "…
Ky underwood." Goddamn it. What a great day this has been. I dusted off my shirt and awkwardly walked back to my seat. "My apologies, I forgot how loud the new announcer gets
when he announces the victor" I apologise
"That's the reason we picked Claudius over the others who tried for the part. This is still off topic Appius, I don't want any little mistakes like the one that just unfolded. Good look
with this year's games Mr Terlen, Make sure they remember it" He let the last sentence linger in the air for a while before he got up. The President stared at me for a few seconds
before turning and walking to the door as If he owned the place. Well. He does technically.
Snow opened the door but before he actually went through "Oh and by the way, the reapings have been rescheduled to next week instead of 3 weeks."
"To strike fear into the hearts of the district's I presume?"
He stared at then looked at the floor "That and the train tracks are being rebuilt" He quickly exited the room.
I tried to hold back a laugh. The President of Panem can't even choose when the tracks are worked on? No, that's the biggest lie I've heard since the President said there's still rebels.
I know what he did to them, their families, But I can't think like that anymore, I work for him now if I like it or not. Would he really reschedule the reapings to rush everything? I'll have
to find out why another day.
I press the caller "Blye we need to order a group of people to go check the arena, actually scrap that, we don't have the time. Are you ready to go check out the arena?"
Reaping day
Blye came rushing in a hurry, shoving past our other co-workers to get to me. She held out her hand and handed me the white paper with names written uneatly.
"Is this is the tribute list Blye?" I asked her with one eye raised. She nodded, staring down at the floor.
District 1
Female : Arabella Turner - 17
Male : Mace Herriot - 15
District 2
Female: Domitia Bedford 'Dom' - 17
Male: Acestes Cinnabar - 18
District 3
Female : Casmerirl Mclellan - 18
Male: Niall Mclellan - 13
District 4
Female: Nixie Marilla - 17
Male: Tobias Trenton - 18
District 5
Female: Alice Lachley - 15
Male: Thomas - 16
District 6
Female: Sam Dronem - 18
Male: Maxim Teslas 'Max' - 12
District 7
Female: Pyla Mournier- 17
Male: Kinnison Tengaar - 17
District 8
Female : Silvia Emerson- 15
Male: Kurt Finnegan - 15
District 9
Female: Aviva Vito - 15
Male: Nathaniel Gould - 17
District 10
Female: Eve Div - 16
Male: Shawn Partridge - 18
District 11
Female: Ursula Làpar - 18
Male: Maize Corinth - 18
District 12
Female Trinity Castravalva - 15
Male: York Maggio - 17
