Julius Curtain (Capitol Resident)
I have no idea how, but Octavius Coppertwist asked me to come here personally. Here in this extraordinary gamemaker room. Simply amazing. There are buttons everywhere and a computer which I sometimes see people playing games on.
And I ask, "Can I play, too?" When I see that one gamemaker stands up and walks away.
"This isn't a game, we're controlling these cameras so that they can get into the right places, you can't help. You're on the happenings squad,"
"How come I get to be a future gamemaker, but I can't hide cameras?" I grumble, and my partner, a teenage kid with dreadlocks named Gemini Kai shrugs.
"I don't know, ask Octavius," he says while shaking his head, "But how come he asked us? I have terrible grades in math!" And Gemini pulls out a calculator and starts to punch numbers on it.
"So, what are we doing here?" I ask Octavius' assistant, Reese.
And Reese says, "You're here because you two are the biggest fans of the Games we could find. You two are the people who decide what happens. If a single tree falls, if there's a rainstorm in one area. If it snows. You've been reading those gamemaker magazines and know what to do when it gets too boring. Nobody else reads them but you two!"
"Oh, so we're the biggest HG fans? Cool!" Gemini Kai says as Octavius comes in carrying gamemaker robes. "And I'm the youngest gamemaker in the history of gamemakers!" Gemini Kai says dreamily.
"Unless you count Baby Rutherford of course," I say to him.
"Baby Rutherford doesn't count! He did nothing but sit and push random buttons!"
"And everybody died in two days except for the victor," I say thoughtfully.
"And the games will be starting very soon. We've got the hovercraft ready and all set. Each of the tributes are travelling to their own separate preparation areas," A voice says on the intercom.
"Very good," Octavius says.
Pon Yulley (D12M)
And here I am in my preparation spot eating a meal of waffles and sausages. I know I have to eat well, but this food is so weird. But I guess it's better than eating nothing. I have to stay strong for the bloodbath which is only in a few minutes.
And I realize that I'm staring at the elevator. The thing that will bring me up to the arena, to possible death. And after a minute of analyzing the arena, the gong will sound and I might die. It is very possible.
My stylist, Gwyneth, is busy taking a look at the clothes. But I don't care about her shouts of proclamation. I'm eating. I have to. I cover the waffles with maple syrup again and start eating while also nibbling on the end of a chocolate bar. I need sugar for energy. And then I hear Gwyneth shout something, "Strange! Strange indeed!"
Hippolyta Springwell (D9F)
"What's wrong with that tacky clothes?" I ask my stylist, Jake, as he turns the clothes around and around in his hands.
"Just strange. These clothes seem like they could be for anytime," He picks up a lightweight coat and examines it along with some jeans. "Jeans? Plain black shirt? Lightweight coat? Strange arena! Seems like somewhere a bit windy though," he says curiously while feeling the coat.
"Maybe the arena will be flat plains with a few little forests." I say. "Of course it's gonna be something like that, or something different,"
"Well, it's been thirteen years after the last rebellion, so I'd expect some sort of twist, but this is nothing like what I thought. Oh well," Jake says wrapping up the clothes in plastic and tossing the bundle at me. "Put it on, you're going in less than fifteen minutes,"
Oliver Juniper (D7M)
I'm standing here right in front of the elevator that will take me to the arena. My stylist has walked away. He doesn't care about me especially since I struck out at him yesterday because he made me wear a dress by accident.
As I stand, I fiddle with my wooden necklace with three woodchips on it. I feel the one with my name. I am almost immediately soothed. I'm going into this arena, going to practically die. Certain death.
But I'm lucky since I'm with my alliance. Turk, Chance, and Watts. My friends, my helpers, my allies. "Tributes, it is time to step into the elevators." A voice on the intercom says. And following his orders, I step in and hear the door close. I feel myself rise, and I don't dare to look back.
Ooh, suspense… For this chapter, I decided for the 3 POVs to be those of a loner, a career, and one in another alliance. So I got them. Next chapter is bloodbath. Excited? I know I am!
