Magus Argyris Capitol (Finished)

Darkness filled the room with an eerie feel, but a small light shined from the other side of the room. A light that seemed to have a electronic glow. A slight beat of an electronic tune came from the bright screen. A man sat in front of the glowing electronic, watching intensely with his brown eyes. The rough hands moving the image on the screen into a perfect position for the music to fit with the scene that stared in front of him. The hair on top of the guy's head a brown color that is very messily pushed back in a sort of style that makes him seem odd compared to the wicked styles of the capitol. A slight stubble appears to take up the guy's jawline and upper lip. The man's forehead showing slight crease lines when he he looks at his work frustrated. Normal sized ears are attached at the sides of his head, listening to the sounds coming from the electronic.

The tapping stopped as the room darkened just a little bit more than before. The man now lay in his rather big bed alone, a hand brushing through his hair in a frustrated motion. His rather toned body lay in a comfortable position to hopefully help the man sleep. His rather large feet are covered under the hefty blanket that he has to keep him warm during the night. The movement of his chest gradually gets slower and slower until it's at a rather even pace. The man's eyes closed as his body relaxed into a restless slumber.

A buzz sounded from all angles in the vast darkness. A shroud of fog breaks way to show the scene in front of him. The humidity was high and the heat was killer. Everything felt like it stuck to him. The wet feel of the ground beneath him. The man marched on into the rather humid area he was in. A temple looms over the region. A rope hangs off the side of the stone pyramid. The man reaches the rope and pulls himself up it, slow and steady. The stone feels rough to the touch, but he continued climbing. Once he reached the top, he climbed up and watched what was happening. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw the Nakom come flying past his head. "A-Am I in the 63rd Hunger Games? Cricket is about to blow fire at the Nakom! I gotta see this!" The fire was the first think he saw. Then it was Cricket. She was beautiful and graceful as she blew the fire at the Nakom. The guy moved silently closer. A wave of happiness sinking within him as he watched one of his favorite games moments. Then Cricket looked over at him. The flame was then directed at him. A burst of fire scared the guy as he backed up and slipped over the edge. The feeling of falling filled his body as he was getting closer and closer.

A sudden feeling of falling woke him up in a fright. Sweat littered his whole body. His eyes felt bloodshot to him. A sense of fear washed over him and then disappeared. The sun shined through the window showing off his shirtless self. The man got out of his bed and straight to the shower to get ready for his work. Once out of the shower, his legs let him move to his closet full of rather classy clothes if you had to ask him. The outfit he put on was a pair of khaki pants, a brown belt, a white button up shirt and a tie. He slipped on his brown dress shoes and grabbed his bag and electronic and was off to his work.

The first thing that came out of his mouth as he entered work was "Get me a clip of Cricket Antoinette blowing fire at the Nakom now, or you're fired." The current project he was working on was a recap of the 63rd, mainly about Cricket, but some clips of other tributes seemed to fit in the video. "Also can I get a clip of the Pyrian and Gypsy Keeni fighting a mutt or something for this video!" His voice rang out and people began rushing. When Magus walks in work had to get started or else Magus would fire them so fast. There was only one person who he would never fire, Trinette Auclair, who basically did more than anyone else that worked there, well besides himself. Magus was the main guy who edited and approved of the videos.

Work to him was his way of showing how great he is. The building belonged to his father originally, but after his father passed, he took over the building and made a brand new company. The ruins of his dads business was the spark of his own. Recap videos were popular already, but once Magus hit up the market on them, his videos seemed to hold a better quality and Magus took pride in that quality. Quality came before quantity, that was his saying. The company made him tons of money every year and every year more footage came because the games were still going on.

Magus walked into his office that was littered with papers of ideas or just files of other importance that he was ignoring. The top paper on the desk was a request letter from a capitolite. What's next? Another "Did you kill Enigma Lane" recap video? I hope not because they can buy the other four ones that I have made before. Magus' smirk came in as he read the letter. A glint in his eye as he begin swiftly writing a plan for his next video. Brilliant idea! A King Jack video! That's brilliant! No one was going to bother him now when they saw that look in his eyes. The way he was pulling ideas into his head and putting them on paper was only for the time he held the idea. If he was to be interrupted, it would end badly for the person interrupting him.

"U-Uh sir? I-I brought..." Magus looked up from his work, eyes glaring at the younger male. A fire burning in his eyes, the younger male paled as soon as his eyes met with Magus' eyes. "Did you just interrupt me?" The younger male swiftly shook his head no and said, "N-No sir." Magus stood up and glared at the young male. His feet having a mind of their own. The space between the two was no longer existent. A glare at the young male and then calmly Magus spoke, "Fired." The young male swiftly walked out after placing the clips in Magus' hands and quietly walked out. People stared into his office as the younger male left. Magus glared to them all and said, "What are all of you looking at? You just saw what happened to him? Are you all next?" His eyes looked over to Trinette who was sitting nearby with a smirk on her face. Magus just chuckled and headed back to his work. A memory flashed back into his head as he sat at his desk working.

"Daddy? Daddy! One day I want to be a Gamemaker!" His father just smiled at his little boy. The snow was just coming down as little Magus had told his dad his dream. His father shook his head and said, "Buddy, you can do whatever you want as long as you put your head to it. Never give up, got it?" Little Magus nodded at his father. They continued their trek back to their house. His father looking up to the portrait of Magus' mother who had passed just months earlier. Little Magus pulled on his father's coat and asked, "Daddy, when's mommy coming back?" Mr. Arygyris teared up and pulled his little boy into a hug and said, "Mom won't be coming home. She's up in the sky with the other people who have died buddy, it's just you and me here from now on."

Little Magus didn't like that answer. Tears began to swell at the sides of his face. His voice began to croak as the boy began to cry. "But I want Mommy! I want Mommy now!" Mr. Arygyris teared up with his son and hugged him and said, "I want Mommy back too, but sometimes we have to let them go baby." Magus finally stopped crying and complaining. Little Magus pulled off his snow coat and pulled his father to the kitchen where Mr. Argyris made supper for them. Chicken noodle soup for his precious little boy. Little Magus from then on never asked his father what happened to his mother.

"Mr. Argyris, I brought you the clips you wanted." Magus smiled at his employee and nodded to him. When Magus wasn't all business, he was rather friendly. Though his form of friendliness was either inviting someone to go drinking with him or to talk games with someone and about his favorite tributes and scenes. Magus got up from his desk and noticed time had passed enough where he could go home and work on some stuff alone. Magus stood up, his bag in hand and papers in the other. The capitol night was a rather cold one. Snow was falling to the ground and Magus loved it during this time. It reminded him of his father a lot of the time. The cold breeze swamped Magus with a shiver in the back of his spine. Another memory came flooding back to him.

The day was a cold one with snow flying everywhere. Magus stayed at home with a fever of some sort and his father had told him to stay in bed. Magus watched outside and the snow had been falling calmly, but now it was a blizzard. Magus was about 18 at this time and had been worrying about his father in the storm. The day went on as normal, but with no sign of his father. Hours and hours passed, but sill his father hadn't shown up. Magus finally sat up and turned on the TV. On the screen was how the snow fell from the top of a tall building and fell on someone, someone that Magus knew. His father was buried in the snow. Magus quietly sat there in disbelief. His heart sank to the bottom of his chest.

The next week or so was where close friends of his fathers came over to tell Magus his father's will. Everything went to Magus. Magus owned the company and the house and everything. Magus felt his heart break again. Magus had no idea how to run a company. Magus quickly went from the known son of his father to CEO of his father's company. Magus tried his best to run the company the same way his dad did, but the employees told him it wasn't the same. The company soon fell from lack of employees. Magus felt himself breaking down already, then it happened.

A video of the 62nd Hunger games played. The colors and images reminded Magus of watching the games since he was just a little boy with his father and mother. Magus wanted to make videos like that. Videos that reminded him of his father and kept the legacy of them going. Magus remembers all the late nights his father would curl up with him and watch the Hunger Games. Magus now had a reason to create the company. His father would be so proud of his accomplishments if he made a company that made recap videos to buy. Secretly, Magus still wanted to be a Gamemaker, but this was the next best thing he could do.

Magus went in and took a sum of money out to start his business, at first it was slow going, but a few years later during the 64th Hunger games, it got huge. People were flocking to his tribute video of Deimos Lasner, the sloth king. Magus quickly began making more videos with higher quality and thus his company was born. The first person that was hired was Trinette, who was just a gorgeous woman who knew what she was doing.

Magus had hired Trinette first and now she was his second in command if he was sick or gone for that day. Magus always thought she was an amazing coworker and that's why he holds so much to her. He expects greatness from her and she seems to always make such amazing things or come up with better ideas than him. Magus was now the owner of his recap video company and was filthy rich. Magus was the typical workaholic with big ambitions. Magus clutched onto the clips in his hand as he reached home.

His house was a mess like it always was. Magus never cleaned it, usually he hired someone for that, but the last avox who cleaned his house ended up misplacing his work papers and Magus fired her and told her to go find a new place to live. Magus quietly reached his own bedroom and silently tapped on his electronic device moving a clip into a folder filed as 63rd games clips. Magus was very organized on his electronics, but not in his house. Magus quietly continued tapping away putting the finishing touches on the video. After the video was complete, he smiled to himself and whispered to the empty space around him, "Hope you like it dad."