Sorry for my lack of updating, I have been ill. However, I felt bad for not giving you lot a chapter so I did this. It is small and doesn't affect the story but it gives you a little glimpse into Capitol life. Enjoy.
Astrid Sudheer POV:
The stage was dark, dead corpses lay all over the floor, mangled and twisted, their delicate skin, torn by the shower of bullets we had just seen. Or at least, the special effects invented to look like bullets. The drums were heavy and loud as they built up to a chorus of war cries. Then the drumming started to pick up.
People marched into the area below through twelve different archways. Rising from the center was a group of poshly dressed men, not like the people around them who were covered in dirt and wounds. The poorer class marched round, picking up the fallen soldiers who joined in their march. The smartly dressed gents did a funny dance while they order their workers around. At least that part was realistic.
The last people to march through each arch, a small child, holding the seal of their District. A small blonde girl marched out for District Two, a bright smile on her face. She wasn't from home, none of them were. They were Capitol actors, just here to put on a show.
As the workers got to work, they started to clean away the battlefield, tall buildings rising from the ground, Capitol buildings.
My tributes were not allowed to take part in these type of celebrations. It always didn't sit well with me, it was for them, why couldn't they be here? I just hoped mine and Augusto's kids got good scores, we had done everything we could to prepare them for their private sessions tonight, it was out of our hands now.
The music slowed down while the actors gathered in the center of the stage, their heads held to the sky, tears in their eyes. Above them, the photo's of this year's tributes showed above them it was meant to show that we all stand together, in hope that our District would win. My breath hitched when I saw Selina, I hoped she would come back, I needed someone to take over the mentoring mantle.
Once the final tribute, Ashton, had vanished from the sky, the actors became serious once more. They turned to the children who, all in time, marched towards the center, holding their District seals and placed them all on the ground.
The arena then grew dark as the seals lit up. They were pulled into the sky, the actors and audience following them. When they were above everyone, they fused together, blinding everyone with a bright light. Once the light had faded, in their place was The Capitol seal, glowing bright above the darkened world. It was a load of rubbish, my District was better.