Gabrielle Liebraith (Head Gamemaker)
I sigh and pace the halls, exactly as I had one year ago today. Last years Games had gone fairly well, with nothing upsetting President Trekk in them. It was more than I could've hoped for, and this year, I had to blow the roof off the Captiol.
Something bigger. Something better.
And indeed I had done that. After months of brainstorming with my team, we had finally come to the right conclusion for the Arena, and construction had started right away. The Arena was finished yesterday, and I was visiting President Trekk now with the final images. He had no idea what awaited him.
I knocked on the gigantic door to his office, my hand running down the smooth wood.
I hear a voice clear on the inside. "Come in Gabrielle." President Trekk murmurs. I don't even question how he know's it's me.
"I have come to show you the final plans for this years arena." I tell him.
"Then don't just stand there. Begin talking." He reprimands.
"I wanted to make this years arena even better than last years. So here's the plan that we devised. The arena will be a typical forest one." I say to him.
He gives me a dissaproving look, and I say, "Hold on, I'm not finished yet."
"Each of the elements in the forest will be typical, but with a twist. Each natural element, like rivers, and trees, and whatnot, will be poisonous in some way. The river will be made of acid. If the tributes touch the trees, they'll get an electric shock. The limits are endless." I finish my short speech to him.
He stares at me for a short while that seems like an eternity. "Your good for now. Let's see how the actual GAmes trn out."
"Thank you sir. Thank you very much." I reply, and walk out the door.
Whew. Another year safe so far. Now, focus on the Games.