Daphne Mellard, Architect Gamemaker
I stare wistfully at the map in front of me. Such a beautiful arena. A mix of wilderness and buildings, in a way I've never seen before. Such a beautiful mix. After Seneca got his hands on an old book series his head has been overflowing with ideas. I almost wish I could be in the arena. However, I'm not very athletic, and I would want to survive.
My gaze swivels over to the head architect gamemaker and turns into a glare. Dirk Mellard, my brother. He's a porky man with shaggy red hair, and a large over-hanging belly. I hate him. He's a selfish bastard with no communication skills and no brains whatsoever. I was offered the post of the head architect gamemaker, but I turned it down. I'm not much of a leader. So it was decided that Dirk, as a relative of mine, must also be smart, and he instead was given the position. Every time I offer a suggestion he'll scoff at me and I have to bite my tongue so I don't yell at him that it was me who was offered his post.
"Daphne?" I whip around.
"Yes, Mr. Crane?"
"You've been working here longer than I have, Daphne. It's perfectly okay to call me Seneca."
"Would you like something?"
"Yes. I would, in fact. Come with me."
Seneca heads towards the doorway. I stand up and follow him. He leads me into the hall, and then turns into the control room. He jabs a button and a larger map of the arena is projected onto a screen.
"This, Daphne, is a detailed version of the arena," Seneca says. I look at it. "Do you see a problem?"
"No, Seneca. It looks lovely," I say. Seneca sighs. "But may I ask, what do you plan to do with those tiger mutts?"
"Put them here." Seneca points to where they will go. I expected that, but it's always nice to know for sure. "Daphne, there is a room missing in this arena."
"Is there?"
Seneca fiddles with a few buttons, and suddenly one of his ideas joins the arena. I stare at it.
"This room, Daphne, is a very special room," Seneca says. I nod.
"Because it changes."
"Exactly." Seneca continues to explain the room to me, and all I can do is stare. I've never seen anything like this. This is truly a unique arena.
"Can you add that, Daphne?" Seneca asks me. I nod, still mystified. And then one thing dawns on me.
"Why are you telling me? Why not Dirk?" Seneca comes so close I can smell his chicken breath.
"Because I trust you to get this done, Daphne. And plus, your brother isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the batch." I smile at that statement. "Let us walk back."
He takes my arm and we slip back into the hallway. We re-enter the gamemaker's station and take our seats as if nothing happened. I stare at the map in front of me, then at Dirk. A grin spreads across my face. He's in for a nasty surprise.
So this is more of a filler chapter than anything else. If it's not that great, I'm sorry. I just really need more submissions. I'm planning on starting the story in about a month, so some of the tributes might be my own.
On that lovely note, please submit.
