Enigma Fenn (13) D1F
The staircases surrounded the Cornucopia. The Cornucopia was surrounded by desks. Logically speaking, I should have headed straight for the staircases. It would take a long time to get to the Cornucopia and back to the staircase. However, I didn't know what all would be found on the Pre-Dark Days wing, so I had no choice but to grab a thing or two before I left. I darted towards the Cornucopia, easily slipping in between all the other people because I was so small. Nobody seemed to notice me at first, so I had time.
Immediately ahead of me there was a sword. That meant I had to dodge to the side, since Tiger would go straight for it. I ducked to the right, grabbing whatever my hands hit as I ran. I heard somebody on my trail, so I threw something at them. It wouldn't stop them, but the shuriken it ended up being would slow them down. I knew that when I heard a sharp yell from behind me. I didn't have time to see who I had hit, since Tiger had reached the sword. I had to book it out of there.
Running in a zigzag, just because I knew it would confuse the heck out of Tiger, I reached the stairs. I risked a quick glance over the desk to see Tiger jumping over it. I bolted up the stairs as quickly as I could. As well as I could tell what Tiger was going to do next, the idiot was so predictable, I couldn't handle him in hand-to-hand combat. I slipped up the staircase and into the first door I noticed, looking around desperately for a place to hide and take inventory.
Much to my surprise, I was transported into a whole new world when I went into the door. Each wall was covered with art, and the floor had statues on it. I saw beds and cars in the other rooms, all of which could be seen from where I was. I ducked into another room and another, weaving myself deep into the maze of rooms that was the Pre-Dark Days wing. Finally, it clicked that I was in a room full of things from... before the Dark Days.
Once I had ran through so many rooms that I had no idea where I was in the wing, I stopped for a second and listened. I had counted six cannons, but that was less important than the silence. Behind me I didn't hear any footsteps, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I walked around the halls silently, listening every so carefully for any footstep. Until the Careers were dead, every footstep was one of them. I had to find shelter.
Now that I was walking, I could look at what was in my hands. I had a pack, a can of soup, and a knife. The pack had another knife in it, a blanket, and a loaf of bread. That wasn't too great of a haul, but I wasn't too worried. Either there was food in the Arena, in which case I would find it, or there wasn't, in which case every tribute was screwed in their own way. The Capitol wouldn't let us all starve, so I'd find something.
I found my way to a room titled "The Victorian Era (1837-1901)." I wandered into it, seeing a bunch of paintings of ladies in beautiful dresses and men in dapper tuxes. They looked like nothing I had ever seen. They weren't gaudy, like the Capitol. They were gorgeous. There were also random bowls of fruit and stuff, but the thing I found most interesting was the little room protected by a velvet rope. It seemed to be a bedroom, and I was loving the decorations.
The bed was a beautiful four-poster, with a velvet cover draped between the posts. The blanket was a beautiful comforter, and the mattress seemed even better than what I had at home. The walls were covered in mirrors, and there was a bowl of fruit by the bed. There was a bathroom off to the side of the room, which meant I had everything I needed: Food and water. I didn't need shelter in an Arena as nice as this one.
For one dangerous second, I was tempted to lie on the bed. Luckily, I caught myself. The bed was beautifully, impeccably made. I wouldn't be able to set it back up that nicely. Instead, I put my stuff underneath the bed, then crawled under. It was barely big enough to fit me, so nobody bigger than I was would be able to get in. I wasn't in too good of a place to defend myself, but with any luck, I just wouldn't be found.
I could practically feel my District booing me while I hid under the bed. I didn't get any sponsor gifts, which wasn't totally unusual, but some Careers got them immediately. I double-checked that nobody else was near the room, then I grabbed a mirror off the wall. There wasn't a layer of dust around it, so you couldn't tell where it had once been. Once I saw that, I grabbed another mirror, and another, setting them all up around the room. One mirror was pointed at the bed. Another was pointed at one entrance. Another was pointed at the other. I set up every mirror to point to the bed. Through any mirror you could, in theory, see me, but nobody would be checking. I, however, would be checking, and I could see anyone through a mirror. It was perfect. At this rate, I wouldn't even need the sponsors I had vied so desperately for.
Story time! I originally didn't intend for the mirrors to be useful, but whatever. I had to get a quick lesson from my dad about whether or not this would work, and apparently it would!