Bloody Reflections
The 83rd Hunger-Games
Prologue
The day started out normal for Poesidon as he rolled out of bed and stood up, stretching as he did so. He pulled his head to either side and cracked his neck with a satisfying sound. He slugged his way to the bathroom as he lazily began to strip his nightgown off and flipped the lights on, and covered his eyes as it temporarily blinded him. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the discoloration he was seeing, and flipped the shower on. He looked in the mirror, his long curly hair and beard looked wild and not well trimt,"I need to fucking comb this shit" He said outloud to himself. He stepped into the shower and washed himself, thinking about his job at the Citadel as a Game maker in the Future Games department. He had come up with plenty of ideas but he was sure this idea would be great for the 83rd Hunger Games. He got out the shower and silently began to get dressed as he mused to himself about how he was going to propose this idea to the Head Gamemakers. He got dressed as quickly as he could, ignoring the tempting lure of having breakfast as he wanted to get to work and prepare the presentation for this idea for the next Games. He left his apartment, stepping out onto the streets of the Capitol, at this early time of the morning, the streets were deserted. He only lived a few blocks away from The Citadel, so he began his walking, pulling his jacket as close to him as possible as it was freezing this early in the morning. He reached the front door of the Citadel, always taking in the sight of the doors that was at least 12 feet tall, he walked up to them and the doors automatically opened for him, as he walked in the Peacekeeper that sits at the front desk nodded at him and buzzed him into the workspace, which is typically locked with an electronic lock. He began to wind his way through the maze of the Citadel, passing countless offices until he reached the elevators that brought him down to the lower levels of the Citadel. He stepped out of the elevator at the lowest level, the same level where The Control Room was, and began to weave his way through this maze once again, until stepping into a side office where the Future Games Department worked.
It was a very spacious office with plenty of desks and chairs to conduct paperwork with, however today everything was cleared off the desks in preparation for the presentation he was going to have to make today. On one wall there was a giant white board, in which he had scribbled this idea in, on the other side of the room was another whiteboard in which the words,"Bad Arena Ideas" in bold and underlined letters had been written, and underneath it had a plethora of ideas that had been rejected by the Head Gamemakers. "A Lot of the ideas were not bad," He thought to himself,"It's just the Head Gamemakers wouldn't know a good idea even if it slapped them square in the face.". He walked to his desk and began to pull out pieces of papers and began writing notes on what he was presenting today.