The Arena
READ THIS! Okay, so this is the arena! I'm working on the next chapter- it's a pretty long one, but I'm halfway done. Everyone is going to get a POV in that one, each about one hundred fifty words… So, tell me what you think of this arena idea!:)
"President Gratzious?" The head gamemaker, Wrinsta Poaler, says softly.
"What?" I snap. I've had enough with her. She knows it too. The tributes are in the private sessions right now, and we still do not have an arena design. Wrinsta should have thought of it months ago, but she was too busy, giving birth.
"I-I think I have a-an idea," She stutters pathetically.
"It's about time Wrinsta!"
"I'm sorry, Ms. President- I just…" She trail off, whimpering. What a coward.
"Spill it!"
"Alright, I was thinking that maybe we could put the tributes on a scale model of Panem…"
"What do you mean? Have itty, bitty, mutts attack their pinky toes?"
"No-"
"Tiny little Capitol people?!"
"No-" Good. That'd be scary.
"Tiny weapons?"
"NO! Just let me tell you!" She says strongly at first, but cowers a second after she says it.
"Very well, go on,"
"We have fourteen islands spread about the arena. One in the middle, holding the Cornucopia, will represent the Capitol. The other islands will surround it. They will represent the Districts. One for each of them. There would even be one made of ruins for District Thirteen. It could have nuclear weapons and land mines hidden everywhere for the tributes to set off. District One could have beautiful caves, filled with diamonds and fabulous jewels, but if a jewel is touched, it sets an avalanche off," she goes on to tell me more of this idea of hers. My smile grows wider with each island. When she's finished I shake her hand.
"Well done Wrinsta, you've impressed me,"
"Thank-you Ms. President, thank-you," She shakes my hand back with confidence.