Quelling the Flames

Roak Stillman, District 3, Task 1

I fumbled with the fabric of my long brown coat. It's covered with a light golden pattern. Gears were attached to the left sleeve of the coat. A pair of ofbaviator goggles were perched on top my head which was now spiked up with gel. Thecoat had a belt attached that was made of gears and held a brown pouchand a few other small knick-knacks. The design I'm wearing is known as steampunk. I like it, it's more future technology than old technology. I take a deep breath and move around a bit in my clothes, waiting for my stylist to return. I didn't show it before, but I'm nervous for the Games. The outfit I'm wearing reminds me of home. My thoughts of home are interrupted when my stylist rushes back in. He places a wrist cuff on my right wrist. It has a clock in middle with bronze decorations surrounding it. "Just one thing about this cuff. When you push down on the clock in the middle, it projects a giant hologram of you up. I wouldnt fidget much cause it captures your movements. Now it also will play a message said by you. What would you like to tell the capital?"
I think for a moment then smirk, "This Captiol has a hunger fo the brutal killings of other beings. With me, I'll make sure it's brutal. But not for you, for me. I want to satisfy my hunger for what I lost. You took everything from me. If i make it out alive, i will take everything from you."
The stylist looks at me with wide eyes, "Are you signing your death certificate?"
I stare back at him,"My death certificate was signed when they took everything i held close."
"What did they take?"
"They took my family and they took me from my home. I have to win, not really for me but for everyone back home."
"You got guts young man, I wish you luck in the games. I'll be rooting for you to win. Now can you reapeat what you wanted to say, I'm gonna program it into the cuff real quick." I reapeat the words, then next thing I know I'm off. I take a deep breath and focus. I can do this.