70th Hunger Games Victor Presentation Ceremony

70th Hunger Games Victor Presentation Ceremony Aug 22, 2015 22:26:34 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Aug 22, 2015 22:26:34 GMT -5

The president of Panem stood on the magnificent stage in the City Circle, addressing his people as he had done numerous times before. Another of his prized Hunger Games had come to a close. As usual, they had been an enormous success; enough blood, death, and tragedy to satisfy the viewers, and also to subdue the thoughts of rebellion that the high government official knew were brewing in the minds of some of Panem's citizens.

Despite the wild popularity of the 70th Games, it took all of the president's willpower to maintain his congratulatory façade on stage. A second consecutive victor from District Eleven, particularly after so many years without... it troubling, to say the least. The boy's mentor would have to be watched - Snow certainly did not want another District Twelve situation on his hands. But the Games were over; there was nothing to be done in the meantime, beyond monitoring the two newest victors — closely.

He knew that Kirito was waiting just below him right now, ready for the platforms to lift him up and out into the light for the first time since he'd left the arena three days ago. The usual upholstered throne was placed in the center of the stage, ready for the victor while he watched a recap of what had been his hell for the past two and a half weeks, including the preparations. It was always torture for the tribute, but the president enjoyed it very much. He wouldn't deny the sadistic delight that he took in watching each victor witness their own atrocities from afar, powerless to change the course of Games, even if they wanted to. Many of them, it seemed, wanted to indeed.

President Snow quieted the crowd and prepared to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm pleased to welcome you to the victor presentation ceremony of the Seventieth Hunger Games!" As usual, there was the deafening roar of approval that followed. "Tonight we will show a recap video of this year's Games, so be sure to stay tuned!" Like they have a choice, the president thought. The recap video was required viewing for all of Panem.

Snow went on to announce the prep team, stylist, escort, and mentor of the victor; all were received with tremendous applause. But then, the moment they were all waiting for... Snow plastered a smile across his face before speaking once more. "And now, may I present the victor of the 70th Hunger Games... Kirito Miristioma!"

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OOC- RPing is permitted in this thread by Capitol characters and past victors. This is the place to have your Capitol character react to viewing the recap video, if you planned on doing that. All characters from other districts can create their own threads in the districts, if they wish.

70th Hunger Games Victor Presentation Ceremony Aug 26, 2015 20:31:30 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Aug 26, 2015 20:31:30 GMT -5

kirito

victor of the 70th hunger games

Three days had been like a single blink of an eye to Kirito as his styling team ravenously attacked him with waxes and kinds of make up he could never stand a chance at pronouncing. Ever since his removal from the arena Kirito had been wandering in and out of the fog of his morphine touched mind. Not only that Kirito still found himself with little to know sleep since the nightmares that tormented him gave him no relief from the memories of day. In fact Kirito often found himself staring blankly at a certain location for hours at a time as clouds of the recent past loomed over his vision.

When Kirito had first "awoken" from his normal night of heart racing images of fear he had entirely forgotten about his own crowning ceremony. Even with Kiri screaming from his broken cell for the crown he "earned" Kirito had managed to stay entirely oblivious to the situation. That was until Finter practically raced him over to Zell and the rest of his styling team instantly after strolling out of his room.

Even just after Kirito had arrived for his long beautifying session he could hear the sounds of ecstatic voices and the constant drumming of feet as every possible Capitolite crammed in mass bleachers for the ceremony. However even above these sounds the constant talking of Caesar about the games hit Kirito's repaired ears the most. Constant discussion about Kirito and his allies along with his highlighted moments was enough to make him turn green and hurl. Yet Kirito knew if he vomited on Zell or her area she would go ballistic which was something he was not going to deal with.

As timers began to go off and the continuous playing of the anthem roared through the speakers Kirito was finally allowed to view himself in the mirrors. At first he thought what he saw was a joke, but in a way he knew it wasn't. The boy in front of him was at least ten pounds skinnier and yet was groomed to pure perfection. Everything about his hair and face just seemed so fake. However all he did was nod as he took it all in. From the extra blacked hair to the orange-red light eye shadowing all the way to the designer flame orange suite and the crimson trim it was all just over whelming. Kirito had truly become the Victor they wanted him to look like at least.

Simple thank yous and you're welcomes were exchanged between Kirito and his stylish teams as Finter whipped him away to the platform lifter. There Finter just laughed as he hugged Kirito tightly, "Listen I know this is going to be hard but just but on a mask. Don't want to upset anyone tonight." As Finter's words ended so did their embrace as he vanished and the venomous voice of President Snow began to speak out to all of the members of Panem.

Snow as always kept the words short and before long Kirito could hear the bellowing of the crowd for Finter and his styling team. It was in that moment Kirito felt his hands grow clammy and his throat tighten. Sweat danced across much of Kirito's body as he shifted nervously back and forth. Then his name was called and he was thrust into the blinding lights and roars of the Capitolites.

Screams devoured Kirito from every direction as the entire Capitol seemed to just lose themselves. On every screen Kirito saw his face beaming and all he could do was smile weakly as he gently waved a few times. However deep in the chasm of darkness Kiri reveled as well as they both watched President Snow carry the crown towards Kirito.

As the crown was bestowed upon Kirito's head the crowd really went insane and the victory trumpets once again echoed through the entire area. Even with all the adoration all Kirito could feel was guilt while Kiri was happy beyond compare. That was until they both were forced to sit down and the recap video was flicked on. It would seem that even Kiri would rather not remember the hell he was born in.

The video just as all the others before Kirito's own began with the opening scene of all twenty four alive tributes emerging from their tube as the Capitol and them all saw the arena for the first time. Then the sound of the gong exploded and the blood began to fly as kid attacked kid and nothing less than hell was unleashed.

Kirito still found himself screech when he saw his blade bury deep into Preston Garrity's chest followed by the support of his allies' own blows. Yet that was nothing compared to the horror he experience once again as he watched Elya die and him slaughtering Rowan soon after.

After two canons fired Kirito felt his nails digging deep into the chair as he continued to watch the next day unfold. This time he experienced the burning sensation of emptiness as he watched the hell hounds steal his fingers and ear. Yet that was nothing compared to the third day.

Blood poured from every possible location as Kirito gasped watching the massive cornucopia reek havoc upon the other tributes. Still all Kirito could focus on was Rhyme as she slowly died with her head in his lap. A flash of anger arose as Kirito watched his allies leave him but he only felt reassurance as he only had to face himself the next day.

As the video continued to go on and on Kirito couldn't help but continue to watch. Not just because he was worried about Snow but because he needed to know how every last one of them died. He just had to. Yet the answers he got only sent pangs of sorrow through his heart as he watched Circe and Key both crumpled dead to the ground. Kirito's sadness didn't last long as grief also crawled up his spine as he watched his knife five straight into Orion's eye. It was only in that moment Kirito truly understood the meaning of an eye for an eye.

The moment the finale began Kirito watched with his one good eye weakly. This was one clear fight he could never forget. Eventually the video finally ended and Kirito shakily rose from his throne as he was given one more round of cheers. Kirito's feet quickly guided him off the platform once everything was finished as all he could think was just how lucky he was to be this year's celebrated murderer.

There is a Key to every gate and every exit,
yet every Key has its own cost.

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