Readers, here is the second chapter I warn you I've not edited this as I've been quite busy and I've no beta, and of course I own nothing as 'the Hunger Games' belongs to Suzanne Collins, do review I do so enjoy reading them, that's all, read on.
The clock had struck six p.m only moments ago, Peeta had signed off and was waiting outside the elevator usually used by the staff and rarely guests, ready to head back to his room. Beside him were several others, one of them as he recalled worked for the resort too, the head life guard if he was correct, Cato his name was, Peeta rarely saw him being that he worked very long hours and had little reason while working to leave the hotel and the immediate area, even still if he did leave the hotel and had free time on his hands he wasn't likely to go to one of the resorts swimming pools, he preferred the beach. Cato was in good shape, but that may be an understatement. He reminded Peeta of a Greek statue, tall, blonde and handsome.
One of the other three people present was a young girl, she was blonde and reminded Peeta of the women in the covers of adult magazines he'd see in the post office, some years his junior as she appeared, she looked as if she'd been in a fight or something of the sort, most likely Peeta assumed it was an injury from diving, plenty of inexperienced people were known to jump right in and cut themselves on jagged rocks or a diving knife, Peeta assumed his was the case being that she'd a bandage on her left forearm..
The second last person was a grown woman, Ms Effie Trinkett, she was obviously from the Capitol if her hair and attire were anything to go by, considering she was in a garish pink pantsuit and her hair , well her hair most likely wasn't her hair so to speak, being that it was white and had highlights of lime green at the base and to an extent resembled an aristocrats wig. Peeta had spoken to her numerous times and knew she was an event planner.. She was on the whole frivolous and maniacally upbeat, which Peeta couldn't help but admire.
The last man Haymitch Abernathy, upon his check-in about a week ago Peeta had immediately disliked the man, being that he was drunken and boorish and had a tongue to match, he was in all aspects sloven, the maids had even told Peeta he was a filthy person having found his room in a less than respectable state. He had even seen him try to hug Effie much to her dismay.
Peeta nice as he was wished to spend as little time in the elevator with these people as possible, from Haymitch's overwhelming stench of alcohol to Effie's overuse of her suffocating perfume.
"I ought to be going to bed now" said Effie in tone Peeta was quite sure she used always.
"I ought to as well" Replied he
"Yes" stated Effie "We've both big, big, big days tomorrow, don't we"
"I assume so, you're coordinating the charity gala in the ballroom as I recall"
"Oh yes I am. And I want to be perfect for it, don't I?"
"Wouldn't anyone?"
It wasn't long before the doors had opened and the five of them filing in. The air in the elevator was light and cool, the usual tune playing, the group had pressed the numbers for their respective floors and soon the doors had closed and with a jolt the elevator was moving.
It really scared him when it happened, it really did. He wasn't expecting it, of course he wasn't expecting it, he'd fallen to the ground when it happened, he'd hit his head too. Even in the light of the emergency lighting not far from darkness, he could see Effie's terrified face and the young woman's grimace, even Cato lost his balance and surprisingly Haymitch was still standing, bracing himself in the corner.
He just wanted to rest, to quit everything, indeed quit it all, it could be so easy too, to accept the cold embrace of unconsciousness and allow it to take his weary soul to rest if only for a moments respite from the exhaustion of all but running a hotel with the help of only a few others.