A/N: Hey! Just a great big thank you to everyone who submitted, and who voted on the poll. This chapter we learn what arena it is. Enjoy.
"Done!" Seneca sighed happily, as he pressed the button which saved everything. The arena was done, and had to be in an even shorter time, due to Rosalynn's arena. Luckily, he was on the good side of President Snow, who delayed the games to a week later. He had 2 more days to finish it, as Sunday was the reapings.
He slunk back into his chair and spun around, relaxing for the first time in weeks. Suddenly, President Snow burst into the room and stood by the door.
"Where is the arena?"
Seneca jumped up unsteadily, and he stumbled over to a button which projected the whole arena in the air. When he pressed the button, it lit up the room. President Snow nodded, and he circled it, pressing buttons which activated mutts and rocks to fall. When he had completed his circle, he coughed into his hankie and said.
"I like it; you did a good job Seneca."
The President shook Seneca's hand and walked out of the room. At first, it all fell silent, but then, cheering, laughter and dancing exploded into the room, everybody taking part, even Rosalynn, as they were celebrated the acceptation and approval of the arena. When they had all calmed down, Seneca pressed a button which sends the arena over to their headquarters in the mentor's room.
"Where did it go?" Poppy shrieked, setting off lots of cries.
"The room where we are in now was just to create the arena; the one in the mentor's room, which we are going to, controls it."
"Will it be slap bang in the middle of the room?" Poppy asked.
"What kind of question is that? And no, it will be in its own room just next to the District 1 Station."
Poppy nodded. "When are we going over there?"
Seneca started to tidy up his mess. "Next week, a day before the games start. Just too double check everything."
"I can't wait for the games!" Poppy squealed.
"Me too!" Poppy's friend, Minnie, agreed.
Seneca smiled at his gamemakers. He was excited for the games too, especially now his arena was where all of the tributes were going to fight to the death. He pulled up the map of Panem on his computer and started to organize the transportation. Rosalynn forgot to do it, so he had to quickly book the luxurious, high speed trains for the tributes to board. They had to get here somehow.
He ordered 12, and typed in the details of where they would have to go. As the gamemakers pulled out the secret stash of champagne and alcohol they kept for the long, frustrated nights of working they all do, Seneca gets down to business on the games.
He picks up his list and ticks the things he has done. The last thing he has on his list is 'Hire an Escort'
Seneca groans, as he hides his head in his hands. In the previous years, Rosalynn made him pick the escort and she hasn't been happy for any. Only last year she was happy with the District 12 Escort, Effie Trinket.
"I'm hiring her again." He muttered, typing away on his keyboard. He then stopped, remembering he was in charge, and he could choose who he liked, to the President's approval.
He shrugged. "Oh well, the president was happy with her also."
Clicking onto Panemchrome, there was a loud squeal coming from behind him. He spun round in alarm to see Poppy, Rosalynn and Minnie lying on the floor, laughing hysterically with champagne surrounding them.
"What are you doing?" Seneca hissed, leaping out of his chair. "You could get yourself, and me, FIRED!"
Rosalynn laughed. "Look who is getting all feisty."
Poppy clutched onto her stomach, whilst Minnie turned over onto her stomach and flailed her legs around.
"You're all drunk! Get up and go home." He sighed, dragging the three girls up from the floor. Suddenly, Rosalynn dashed over to the corner of the room and vomited.
Seneca looked away as she continued. When she finished, he shouted over his shoulders.
"Everybody, just go home. Take it as a celebration."
Shooing everybody out of the room, he cleaned up the sick, trying not to inhale the dreadful scent. When he had finished, he went back over to his computer and booked all of the tributes. Out of nowhere, someone knocked on the door. He heaved himself out of his chair and opened the door.
There stood Caesar Flickerman.
"Hello Seneca."
"Hello Caesar." sighed Seneca.
"Oh dear, what is the matter?" Caesar said, walking into the room.
Shutting the door, Seneca replied. "It has been a hectic day."
"I could imagine!" he chuckles, walking over to the chair in the corner of the room.
"You might not want to sit there." Mumbled Seneca.
"Why not?" Caesar paused in mid-air.
"Someone has been sick down there. A bit overboard with the celebrations." He rolled his eyes, perching on a workstation
Caesar leaped away from the seat, and dusted himself off.
"Why are you here then?" Seneca asked, rubbing his eyes.
"I have come to interview you. I'm afraid my studio is having some adjustments, so I have to interview here."
Seneca nodded. "About what?"
Caesar chuckled. "About you being the head gamemaker silly!"
Seneca scratched his head. "Alright then. I do like your hair this year Caesar."
Caesar smiled. "Thank you, I think Crimson does represent the tributes."
They got to work on the interview as soon as the camera man came in. Caesar asked him all about his new job, and he replied, explaining all of the details.
"So, what actually happened at the scene?" Caesar asked intrigued
Seneca fiddled with his thumbs. "Well, Rosalynn was just about to tell the president about the arena when I ran in and told her to stop."
"Yes, continue."
"I told her that she couldn't use that arena and she asked why. I told her we tested out the mutts and they just died as soon as they touched the ground. The other gamemakers and tried to alter both of them, but they would just delete themselves. She said can we change them, but I shook my head." Seneca babbles.
Caesar nods, signalling the camera man to come closer.
"That's when the president started to-"he paused, being careful what he said.
"What did he do?" Caesar asks.
"He told her that he was expecting it then." He smiles, breathing out. "That's when he called me over and told me I was going to be head gamemaker, next year."
"What happened for you to be it this year?"
"She shouted at him and he decided to let me be it this year." He finished.
"Thank you for that. Now, this is only broadcasted to the Capitol, so please could you tell us what the arena is?"
Seneca pauses, and says. "It's going to be water. A water arena."
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