The 12th Hunger Games Promo Ad
They really did a good job on the arena this year. When they took me to the arena to take photos for the promo ad, I was mesmerized.
At first I was just relieved we wouldn't be flying out to Eskimosia, where the previous Hunger Games had taken place. That was the worst year, in my opinion. For every photo I took, I was sure one of my toes would get frostbite and fall off.
This year, however, was different. They located it in a place near to District 1, the Mooncliff Falls. I remember, from our History classes, Mooncliff Falls was once called Niagra Falls.
For the arena, they had to destroy the historical preserve "Canada Town". Nobody really ever went there, so it was hushed up by the media. My father took me there once, when I was a little kid.
The Mooncliff Falls is beautiful. The silver water flowing down from so high up it looks like it is the Milky Way pouring right out of the sky. Green bushes with dots of purple flowers surrounding the flowing water like a beautiful halo. The beating streams would occasionally rip a purple flower from its stem and send its petals swirling and cascading down into the mist below.
Those people who lived in Canada Town were very lucky, I wonder why they all decided to move into the Capitol?
I can see snowcapped mountains and tinkling streams in the distance, and I can't help but feel peaceful.
But how can I? This is a killing arena for gods sake!
How can someplace so tranquil be the place of slaughter?
That's what they do, the Capitol. They can turn the Mooncliff Falls into a butcher house, they can turn an innocent fourteen year old "Daddy's Girl" into a deadly killer, all in an instant.
They bring out the bad in everything.
I look down at the soft green grass quivering at my feet, and I see it splattered in blood. The tinkling of the stream is no longer laughter, but sobs of despair.
The Mooncliff Falls is angry as it swipes the petals mercilessly from its stems and sends them drowning into the endless darkness, just like the Capitol.
After the Games, this will never be just Mooncliff Falls. It will forever be a dark red dot on the maps, an old Hunger Games arena.
Citizens from the Capitol will come and reenact scenes, take photos, maybe even buy "Spirit Paper", write to their favorite tribute and burn the paper on the spot where he or she got killed.
But its all just a "game" to them, something or someone to obsess over.
Soon, they will forget about them and this place. Their temporary sorrow will vanish as new laughter fills up the holes.
But they can't forget, they will never forget.
And Mooncliff Falls will never make others feel peaceful again.
