Authors note: The father that wants his daughter out of the games is going to be Kylie's father, but this chapter will be the gamemakers point of view. I do not own the hunger games in any way.
Astang's perspective
Astang slowly opened his eyes as the sun shined through the window, which seemed to always be clean. His bright red hair shined when the sunlight hit it as he sat up. He stretched, stood up, then sighed, knowing that today was when the capitol children were going to be grouped together. He checked the time, and decided that they were probably already at the training hall, and, wanting to see how skilled they were at the moment, he started to get ready. Firstly, he had a shower as he always does in the morning, and brushes his teeth with the towel wrapped around his waist. He spits and gargles, then starts drying himself. He glanced at the mirror, and smiled, admiring his slight muscles. He wasn't fit or healthy before the rebellion, district 10 wasn't known for its healthy meals. Recently he had started exercising and now he had a muscular build. Apparently muscularity wasn't a chick magnet. He got dressed, and went to the kitchen, where his maid, Katrina, was making him breakfast. "Hello sir, your breakfast is almost ready" she said. "Good and I've already told you not to call me sir, call me by my name" he replied. "Yes si..." She started, but stopped to revise "yes Astang". He smiled, and congratulated her "much better". He sat down, as Katrina brought the food, a good looking plate of bacon and eggs. Astang licked his lips before digging in.
Astang sat in the driver's seat of his mustang, and drove to the training hall. Luckily, the traffic was minimal, and he continued on the five minute drive. It didn't take long to arrive, and he opened the car door, getting out. He placed his black hat upon his head, and walked towards the gamemakers entrance. He quickly went up the steps, though he wasn't rushing. He peeked around the corner, and saw that he was the first to arrive, despite the capitol kids already training. Trying to be quiet, he slowly walked towards his seat, just to the right of the master gamemaker. He watched the kids train, and bit his lip. They were horrible at it; some had already cut themselves with the sharp weapons. Will there even be many deaths? He wondered, despite most people thought it would be a complete massacre due to the amount of people in the games. He frowned as he remembered that the gamemakers, including himself, will be causing disasters and releasing creatures. He saw one kid that was exceptionally skilled. He wasn't amazing, but he was better than the rest. Astang frowned, as he realised that this kid would kill many of the others. If he was brave enough.
The other gamemakers started filing in, and one of his friend's who was also chosen as gamemaker sat next to him. His friend's name was Alex, which was short for Alexander, and he also had red hair, but his was a darker colour. "Hey Astang" Alex said casually. "uhh…. Hi" Astang replied. Alex's eyes were a bright blue, while Astang's were a hazelnut colour. "So, who do you think will win?" Alex asked "I reckon that tall black kid over there". Alex pointed to a really muscly kid, but he only just started watching them train, and didn't know that the kid was short sighted and clumsy. "I think that one" Astang replied, pointing to the child he noticed before. The same child was practising with throwing knives at the moment, and Astang couldn't help but hope that this kid would do well. "I need to learn his name" Astang muttered, but Alex didn't hear, as he was already getting up to grab a snack. Astang sighed and looked back at the crowd, and locked eyes with the kid. Astang quickly looked away, trying to act casual, but failing to do so, making the child suspicious. Astang sighed and decided to just go home, it was getting late anyway. He stood up and started to walk out, but decided to grab a plate of pork and roasted carrots before walking out the door. He quickly went down the steps, and opened the door to outside. Only now did he see how late it was, as the sun was already setting. Astang power walked to his car, and got in. he reversed out, barely missing a pigeon, and drove off, to home. Once Astang returned home, he found that Katrina was already relaxing in her room, as she did all the cleaning for today. Astang quickly went upstairs to his room, and got into his pyjamas after undressing. He rested in bed, and switched on the TV. He turned it to the news, but nothing new had happened. So he drifted off to sleep.