the games

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you glance at the clock. it's nearly twelve, when the games air. you rush to the tv and flip the switch. it's safe to say your mother is rotting in a pub, so you feel free to blast the volume. anticipating the games, it's simply showing reruns for the next half hour or so... you take the time to brush your hair and put on clean clothes. in an hour or so, there will be a two hour intermission, giving time for a bath, and possibly the selling of nets. should fin still be alive, of course. the panem theme shakes the house, announcing a mandatory viewing of the games. you rush to the television. it shows each tribute waiting in anticipation as the count down begins. she glances to the camera, winking as it turns to her. for half a second, you feel happiness overwhelm you. but a sinking feeling in your chest comes when you realize the position she's in. 

"ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!" you ignore his voice, wondering for the first time where the cameras fit in. are there cameramen trotting around, zooming in at each kill? no, of course not. you tell yourself. but these little questions go unanswered as you continue to ponder. without further notice, a gong rings. you're taken by surprise as finnick hops off her pedistule. she runs towards the cornucopia, a bronze figure in the distance,  to gather supplies. you begin to take in the scenery of these games. it seems rather dull at first glance, like a basic forrest, lack of water, and identical to years before when game makers get lazy. that is, until, the ground begins to break loose. you let out a screech as you watch finnick fall into the obyss and the cameras blacken. your heart rate increases. what next?

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 28, 2018 ⏰

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