Numbskulls. Every single one of them.
Oh, I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about my fellow Gamemakers, almost everyone is drunk.
"Sir," my second in command Gamemaker, Lucianus, started in his serious voice, "the arena is 84 percent complete."
"Excellent. Have the traps been tested?"
"Yes sir. The lava floor is complete and the falling elevator floors have been perfected. We are about to finish the exploding pens."
"Great. What about the arena?"
"Floors six and seven are being tested. The basement is now complete."
"Amazing. Now start excusing the drunk ones, I need some peace."
Lucianus starts walking away towards the other Gamemakers. He's a good assistant, but serious to the point where it's creepy. He has good intentions, but is really scary at times. Ah well, he doesn't drink, which is the most important thing to me.
After all of the drunks are out, there are only four of us. Me, known as Marius, Lucian, a quiet woman known as Martina, and Octavianus, whose parents apparently wanted a "unique" name for him, not knowing there are probably a couple hundred Octavianuses in the Capitol.
As we were talking together (aside from Martina, who just nodded a lot) we came up with exploding puppy mutts.
Yeah, exploding puppy mutts. You needed to be creative to be a Gamemaker.
It was about midnight when we completed the human mousetraps, and saw that President Gallia mysteriously appeared. Is she some kind of ninja?
"Marius!" She says in her strict tone, "How much longer will the arena take to complete?"
"A-about a f-few weeks," I say, stuttering. Why was I stuttering? Maybe the president has that kind of aurora of intimidating people. That and my life was hanging on a thread. A slightly thicker thread than other Gamemakers before me, but still a thin thread.
"Good," she said, "the reaping are in a month, and we need the arena done in that time."
"Okay." I turn my back to the president, and start working. When I turn back a few seconds later she's gone.
Dang. She is a ninja. And I need to get back to work. After all, the arena of the 400th Hunger Games could be remembered for a long time.
A very long time.
A/N Hello everyone! The rules and form are on my profile. Sorry it's another short chapter, and they will become longer as time passes and I become a better writer. Please submit as many tributes as you want! See you soon!