I looked around in silence. Eleven designers scattered around the room made small talk as if nothing was about to happen. As if the people they were about to dress were nobodies. As if they did not exist. I knew what was going to happen … I knew things were about to change. I smiled as I went over the plan in my head.
"It's all about timing! We shouldn't make our move yet, we are still too weak!" Haymitch yelled from a crossed the table. The room was brightly lit and the tension was rising.
"We have enough resources to make the rebellion happen, we must not wait. " A calm President Coin stated. These two had been at it since the meeting was called to order. I stood silently in the corner of the room just listening to the conversation. The rebellion against the capitol had been in motion since the last rebellion failed. District thirteen had been putting their district back together underground. Now that the plan for the next rebellion was complete, and ready to be put into action, questions had risen about whether or not the timing was right.
"I agree with President Coin. We have waited too long for this moment. We want peace," one council member said. Everybody at the table agreed and looked towards Haymitch for a rebuttal. Haymitch looked around the room once, seeing all the determined faces.
"I need a drink." Haymitch left the room rubbing his temples.
"I agree with Haymitch," I said whole-heartedly. President Coin stared at me intensely.
"Why is that Cinna?" Her voice lingered with a hint of curiosity.
"Well, Haymitch is right. We should make a statement. Play their game, only this time we control the outcome. Let capitol have a taste of their own medicine. Who better to dish it out then the ones who have experienced it firsthand? We should make a statement with the one thing that all the districts will be watching." I looked around the room satisfied. Every person in there had a huge grin on their faces.
"Cinna, I think you might be on to something, President Coin stood up and turned towards Haymitch, "You two are in charge of setting the stage for the rebellion to happen," Coin moved her way out of the room, but paused at the door. " Oh, and may the odds be ever in your favor gentleman." The room grew silent after that, but one thing was for sure: this plan had to work because if it did not… we were all sure to face the consequences.
"Cinna," Hearing my name called shocked me out of my thoughts, "Assigned to district twelve as requested." I nodded at the capitol representative that stood in the middle of the room. The room was medium sized, and the walls were plated with silver. Everybody was discussing what district they had been assigned and which ones they wish they had gotten. Very few were talking about why I had requested the worst district out of all of them. Little did they know the worst was about to become the most valued. I smiled and walked out of the room. Let the games begin.