Chapter 4: The Arena

Johanna: Although Katniss had chosen the arena, she had made me Head Gamemaker. Like I would be the best one to make the tributes lives unbearable difficult. I loved the arena it would be the best Hunger Games in 76 years. I watched the reaping and burst out in wild laughter when Snow's little bitch was chosen. Katniss told me later the odds were not in her favour that day. Still I was excited to see what Glacier thought of the arena. I had already decided how the sponsor gifts would look and how they would arrive. I had had hundreds of silk white roses made, they would be dropped as a bud and would blossom into full roses as they fell which would act as a parachute. Inspired by Glacier's performance at the tribute parade.

The annoying bastards in charge of the clothes for the arena were far too indecisive, I mean honestly soon the tributes would be turning up to the arena stark naked. Now there's an idea however if I mentioned such a thing to them they would be very pissed. They were not humorous people.

"BOO."

I jumped. "Oh shit, what was that for Gale? I was in the middle of having an amazing talk to myself discussion."

"Mmm hmm, well I thought you might want to tour the arena as I suppose you should be doing something as Head Gamemaker."

"Nah, me doing something productive. And anyway I've toured the arena at least four times now" I complained.

"Okay, well I suppose I should tell you what I am really here for."

"Go ahead." He's acting like he doesn't love me, like we don't make out whenever we are away from the others. But I play along, it's all part of the fun.

"Maybe I should make you beg, just like the first time."

"Well are you going to tell me, I can't keep myself waiting?"

"I came to see you" he says ornamenting the statement by gently brushing his lips over mine.

"If we're going to kiss, could you shut the door? I actually like this job."

He shuts the door gently and sits on the desk gently pulling me closer to him. He lowers his head to mine and slowly kisses me. He gently murmurs "I will never leave you."

My only reply is to deepen the kiss further. But he understands, it means I feel the same.

"Anyway my little tiger, I need to leave you so you can get some work done."

That's it, to be honest I'm a little disappointed. He came here just to kiss me. Are you serious?

"Oops I almost forgot" he says just before he walks out the door. He walks back over to me and sets a beautiful chocolate and fudge icing cupcake on the desk.

"You remembered."

"Remembered what?"

"When I told you they were my favourite."

"I try to listen to your pointless babble occasionally."

"Bye Gale." I scoot over on my office chair and slowly close the door on him.

"Bye my little tiger." He whispers through the key hole. I smile, even Katniss can't have a relationship like this.

Anyway I turn to my computer, I've decided to boobie trap the arena. The Capital children won't have seen an arena like this before. These games were the symbol of the end of Capital's reign so why not host them were it all started.

In the President's Mansion. The plan was that it would be a giant game of hide and seek. The tributes would be scattered equal distances from the room that would substitute as the cornucopia. Although some may say Glacier had an advantage, which was not true because she had only been allowed in the east wing where the living quarters where so she couldn't know how to get from the centre of the house to the wings.

Katniss walked in. Sheesh could I not work on how to best torture the tributes in peace.

"I was just wondering whether you were going to bother coming to the tributes first training session." She looked annoyed and really rather bored, I couldn't blame her. Since Peeta and Gale wouldn't talk to each other she acted as some kind of crazy messenger all the time.

"Well I was planning on it."

"Were you? It starts in ten minutes."

"Shit! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I emailed you an hour ago."

"Oh" I feel rather stupid now, me and Katniss are friends but I hate when she is right.

"Anyway we should be getting over there."

"Yeah, I guess so." An awkward silence falls between us. "Soooo"

"Yeah"

"I suppose we should be going."

"Yeah, okay."

We walk down the halls and after who knows how many left and right turns we step into the gallery.