Inside the head of President Snow

Chapter2-Time for business

"So," I say ushering an avox for a drink. "What's the arena like this year?" I ask

"Oh very simple, nothing too exotic or unique, we're trying to build up the hype for the Quarter Quell. So the arena this year is a forest, the usual thing, Tracker Jackers, river, poison berries etc. "

"So how do you know they won't get board?" I complain.

"Oh we have a very unique mutt this year sir. We are using exact replicas, of the eyes of the dead tributes, as well as the fur colour bring the same colour as the tribute's hair. They are like wolfs only bigger and meaner. They will be released at the final three or two, we haven't decided yet."

Sounds interesting. Fun.

"Good, Good. Now, the reaping tomorrow?"

"Oh yes sir, we have all of the cameras ready and the escorts, no need to worry." That's good, everything is on schedule.

The entre comes out. A plate of six oysters from district four, home of our beloved Finnick.

I see Senecia rub his hands together in anticipation for the food.

They go down well, sliding, the salty taste is just what I need. The avox takes our plates and the Senecia and I resume conversation. "How's things?" I ask him.

"Oh, good, good, nothing too exciting though, just planning the games. Which I once again am very honoured to be creating."

The suck up.

"Well that's good to hear."

The main comes out, roasted lamb rack with minted potatoes.

The plate is set down in front of me, and I begin. We eat in silence until the avoxes take away our plates.

"Are my tributes filled?" He knows what I'm talking about, I chose them months ago, and that Cato boy looks like a winner, if course he isn't reaped, another boy is but he will get chosen once he volunteers but who knows, another tribute might just surprise me. "Oh yes, all done and dusted." He says.

"And that rue Rue girl won't be a problem?" I ask.

"Oh, no she doesn't have any other older sisters, she has no chance. Although the boy, he does."

"Oh well, I really don't want a girl to win for district 11 this year, too much hope. But the boy he can bring hope but not too much." I would ask about 12 but they have no chance as always.

Senecia nods but completely oblivious to what I said.

The desert comes out. Chocolate covered strawberries. The chocolate melts in my mouth, but it's nicely cut by the acidity of the berries. Perfect. Once we're finished. I leave, shaking Senecia's hand "don't mess this up." I tell him. He looks intimidated. Just what I want. Everyone to be intimidated.