Gazette and her co-workers type furiously; the Games begin in less than ten minutes. The tributes are currently underground, waiting to ascend upwards. Their stylists can offer few to no words of comfort. "It was a pleasure to dress you," or "Just look pretty and you might be let go." As if that's ever going to happen.
Thaila paces nervously as her chief did months ago. Everyone is triple checking that every weapon is in place, that every building is currently inaccessible. Checking that the doors can be unlocked, for future use. They check the places where tricks will certainly come out of their sleeves, metaphorically. Every crook and cranny is double checked.
All the workers murmur amongst themselves, they have not seen an arena like this. It was pure genius. An olden day city. From before the Dark Days. Before Panem, to when their world was known as North America.
Of course, there were some setbacks. Like, they had to add some aspects of the Capitol to make it realistic. They re-created a very popular area from one of the old states. And it was beautiful.
There are twenty story buildings left and right. A small theatre, something that is even rare in the Capitol! Let's see how this "play" turns out. Another movie theatre, which there are an abundance in the Capitol. There are unfinished roller-coaster frames to guide a pathway and a small Ferris wheel just for show. They added little restaurants and a shopping strip. Ironically, all these places held holograms of clothes and food. The Gamemakers weren't stupid, but they wanted to give the tributes some false hope. You know, Gazette's specialty.
Perhaps later on, the food will be restored. The clothes in stock. But that all depends on the tribute's attitude and their need.
Four minutes left. The room quiets down and now all that is heard is the slight breeze and a buzz coming from the speakers. At five seconds to the three minutes of safety, the tributes shoot upwards. They are all in the center of the Pike, the downtown area of a very famous Southern California city.
They look up in awe: the skies are blue and crisp with fluffy clouds. A small fountain glistens in front of the mini-theatre. The grass is evergreen and the pavements clean. It is a city of hope, a city of triumph.
Too bad it will be stained with the blood of the innocent in the next hour or so.
And that is when it clicks. Everyone stops their daydreams and remembers that the clock is still ticking. They have but two minutes left to gather their thoughts and decide whether to run away to the mall or the Cornucopia.
The voice of Gazette Abalone rings through the arena, "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
The Task: This is the bloodbath task. Write about the launch and watching the clock tic by. Describe the arena in your own words. And then begin the action. This is a city, so use your own Town Centre for reference if you have to. Your tribute will gather the supplies they have earned through the last task. I made a list, so if there is more than what you received, a half point will be taken off. Be creative, don't just attack and attack; speculate another person's fall.
Deaths: There shall be five entry kills. It doesn't matter if you kill them yourself or you watch them get killed. There will be seven ballot deaths. The tributes with the ten lowest scores will be put up for votes and six shall leave the Games entirely.
Word Limit: 1,500.
Due: The task is due August 14th, at 6 pm PDT.
Do try to make this extraordinary. Three of youare already sponsored, and Thalia and Gazette will chose more after this task. om/repo#8
