Phoebe Pennypacker, 26, Head Gamemaker.

I looked around at my office. I hadn't realised how much of a mess it had become over the weeks and weeks, maybe even months I had spent here, either talking to Adrienne, or sketching out this truly magnificent - in my opinion - arena. If you hadn't have guessed, Adrienne Risio is the Head Of Mutts.

I stood up, and gingerly walked over to the piles of empty coffee cups scattered across the floor. The workers at the local coffee shop must have known my order off by heart now. De-caff vanilla latte with extra cream. I plucked a few from the floor, and turned to face my bin. I groaned, as I had already filled my bin with coffee cups. "For Snow's sake."

Instead, I placed them beside the bin, until my room looked fine, as President Anubis Snow was coming to see the final designs for the arena, and the Mutts. I had already been in this position before, but for some reason, I felt as if the stakes were higher for the 61st Hunger Games, with no real reason behind it.

I sorted my desk, and checked the time. I had two hours to get myself ready. That wasn't enough time. I ran over to the control panel on the wall, and entered the passcode. The mechanical door opened with a swoosh sound. I walked through, and rushed up the stairs.

I went straight to the bathroom, and rushedly had a shower. I had to do this quickly or I wouldn't have time to do my extensive skin routine, pick my outfit, hair and makeup, or even think about getting ready at this rate.

By the time I was completely ready, I smiled to myself. Record time, and I look amazing. I thought to myself, looking in the mirror at my attire. It was a pea green dress down to my knees, with a silver belt, and silver heels. My makeup was all either green or silver, and my greenhair was in a bun, sprayed with silver glitter.

I clacked my way back to my office, where President Anubis was already sitting. I flattened down the front of my dress, a bit flustered.

"O-Oh! President Anubis! I wasn't expecting you for another half hour. How nice to see you!" I managed to spurt out.

"I'd rather be early than late, Miss Pennypacker. So, your arena design?" He asked.

I took a seat opposite him, and grabbed my file with everything in, diligently opening it, hearing the slight snap of the wax I used to keep it closed. I bitmy lip nervously as I took the sheets of paper out. I wrote a summary at the end of them, I just wanted to look more fancy, honestly.

I tapped them on the table, feeling like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what to choose first. Might as well go with the actual arena to begin with, Phoebe. I think, running my obnoxiously long fingernail along the paper to find the beginning of the summary.

"Okay, So, I was thinking..Cakeland

It's beautiful. It's delicious. Who wouldn't want to go to Cakeland? Why, the Hunger Game's Tributes of course. Cakeland is hardly a sweet place. It is infested with Tracker Jackers ready to sting and kill, horrible, blood thirsty Army ants, cruel Jabber Jays, and watch out for the molten lava cake! It spews chocolate that will burn you to death- just like a volcano. And then for Mutts, I have these huge like, icing monsters as an idea, or well, Adrienne did, and gingerbread men! With huge gummy bears, and even evil marshmallow guys." I try to sound serious, but I am very passionate about this. I'm looking forward to making this.

"That..is very, very unique. I think these games are going to be even better than your last, Miss Pennypacker, which I thought were unbeatable." The President even offers me a smile.

"Thank..thank you, so much. I'll get my Gamemakers on it now." I smile widely.

Let the Games Begin.

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