The Writer Games | Once In A Lifetime & World Edition

Welcome: Cora-Goso Ordan

I look over myself in  the mirror, checking for imperfections, not that I really care what I'm  wearing but, I suppose I'll tell you. It's a dress constructed of these  gear looking pieces of satin. The entire dress is silver, with the  gears, and a wire bodice. A very poky, painful wire bodice. They put my  hair up into a bun, showered it in glitter and covered it in, more  gears. In my hand I hold my communicative device.

I invented it for  myself, with a gun pointed to my head; the Capitol needed me to talk to  them to explain stuff so they had me make it. Model 1 was basic, now I  have Model 14. Basically, I have a pen and I write on 14 what I want to  say, I wired it especially for tonight, whatever I write on it shows up  on a projector behind Helvetica for the audience to see. Before I was  reaped I briefly met her, I heard the Capitol officials outside my lab  discussing with her about how they needed an interviewer that would  knock around the interviewees. She had half grimaced half smiled at me.

"And now, from District  Three, Cora-Goso Ordan." Helvetica says in a flat tone. I walk out onto  the stage gracefully balancing on my heels.

Thank You, thank you. I  write on 14. Helvetica's fire red locks and steel gray eyes make her  look like a piece of metal you were beginning to melt, but the center  wouldn't cooperate. I sit on my wood stool and Helvetica stared into my  soul, surprised I'm not reacting to her.

"Um, welcome. So what is your strategy for the games?"

'Kill by electrocution.'  The audience gasps at this. I just shrug. Helvetica still seems  undeterred. I can tell she dislikes the fact that she doesn't scare me,  in all honesty I've seen scarier.

"Who are you biggest and smallest threats in the games?"

'Biggest-M:4 F:5, M4  cause he volunteered for his brother and is going to be up against his  twins girl, this also makes him a small threat. He may just die of shame  and let me kill him, good riddance if he does that, just makes my job  easier. F5 well she's grown up training and has pretty much had a mentor  since she was young; she is likely to have a good idea of these games.

As for small, well that's basically everyone else.'

"What makes you a contender to win?"

'A brain beats brawn.'

"What makes you want to win?"

'Life, proving to the Capitol I'm not their puppet, even though I pretty much am.' I shrug again, it's true.

"How far do you hope to make it?"

'To the end. Although  they say; some people live more in 20 years than others do in 80. It's  not the time that matters; it's the person. Maybe it will be like that  for me in the games, maybe in those couple weeks I'll live more than I  ever have, maybe others are traumatized by the Capitols games, but maybe  I'll be able to live, really live, because I never have. Maybe all it  will take will be a week, before I'm killed but it just may be the best  week of my life, and I will happily die with the Capitol, knowing that  for that one week I have lived.'

I stand up and walk off the stage as the buzzer rings.