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II May the Odds Be Ever In [Our] Favor II 74th GMs Sept 18, 2016 18:24:07 GMT -5

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Post by Rosetta on Sept 18, 2016 18:24:07 GMT -5

Azure Herodotus

It had been a long eight years.

And as each year ticked by, Azure felt herself slowly drifting to her wit’s end, grinding her teeth down until her plastic surgeon tutted, muttering each time she was reassigned to menial tasks, crossing her arms so often, so tightly they became sore. From designing the digestive track and anuses of mutts to perfecting the mind-numbingly boring backdrop of the Arenas, down to the last boulder. It was as if the other Gamemakers were laughing at her, mocking her. Azure, who had never before chipped a single manicured nail, had never taken off her stilettos in the Gamemakers Chambers and still screamed until her face turned blue, demoted in the 73rd Games to monitoring the weather of the Arena. She wanted to turn up the heat so high their skin roasted or so low they froze to death, but she was just met with eye rolls and kept the heat high, but not too high.

Never before had Azure, meant to be a Gamemaker since she was born, begun counting down the days until her service ended. How many more Games until she was done? Or, at least, got back to the real fun of being a Head Gamemaker. She daydreamed of it every day, heels propped up on her control panel, lips set in a constant scowl, snapping at anyone who broke her daydream. Back to the days where she could end a life at the touch of a finger, could send hordes of mutts, could send a plague. In those days, her every word could send hordes of Gamemakers scurrying, too. Now, she was the one scurrying.

Today, however, things were about to change.

At the long, dark table, Azure ran her soft palm across the unblemished wood. Despite feeling a sort of smugness at sitting her once again, her heart was still hammering. At each and every creak of the room, her eyes darted to the door, anticipating just who would walk in. Being a Head Gamemaker wasn’t a lone job; your partners could make or break you. And Azure wasn’t willing to be broken.

She had really thought she’d done it the morning she walked into the office to an Avox handing her a slender, white envelope. Was this for raking her razor-sharp fingernails down the keyboard of a younger Gamemaker who had asked for help with mutt design, taunting her and added fangs here and there, far from where the Gamemaker had asked? Was this for gliding in an hour late a week ago and asking innocently, “Oh, what, you needed me to adjust the temperature? Why couldn’t you do it? It’s just the flip of a switch.”

Grinding her teeth and sucking in anxiously, Azure ducked into a long, empty passage and used her fingernail to slice the envelope open, half-expecting to see a pink slip. However, to her surprise, she found a thick, white card inside, delicately topped with a rose illustration.

To Azure Herodotus, it began. It’s our pleasure to invite you to act as Head Gamemaker for the upcoming the 74th Games. Please join your fellow Head Gamemakers in the top room of the Training Center on Saturday at 1 p.m. Please do not reveal your status until after this meeting. And signed, at the bottom in a delicate swoop, was President Snow. Azure spent the next half an hour, running her fingers over and over that signature, until the ink was nearly smudged, a small smile growing and growing on her face. Do not reveal your status was the hardest part, she realized, as Azure later sauntered into the Gamemakers Chambers, a smirk still on her face.

Do you know who I am now, she wanted to shout at all of them. Do not mistreat me like this. Not until Saturday, she whispered to herself over and over.

Now, she straightened up in her chair, checking the clock which was just striking one. Where were her partners? Didn’t they know it was rude to be late? And just like that, the door opened and Azure caught sight instantly of the imposing breasts, the puffy lips and, most of all, the large rear, blocking the other person behind her that Azure didn’t recognize. Capri.

And before she could stop herself, Azure growled out, “What the fuck?”

Last Edit: Sept 25, 2016 13:18:38 GMT -5 by Rosetta

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II May the Odds Be Ever In [Our] Favor II 74th GMs Sept 18, 2016 23:44:32 GMT -5

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Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on Sept 18, 2016 23:44:32 GMT -5

CAPRICIOUS KING

It was really about time. She fingered the edge of the envelope, weighed the contents. She flashed in front of her gathered and lined up by height children. With the knife she'd been given after the successful Seventy First (her victor was, after all, the most attractive in living memory), she parted the paper. A vellum message came out, flourished and stamped as she expected.

A mere three Games later, she would be able to claim a Games as her own.

Capricious fanned herself with the letter in the limo on her way to meet her fellow Gamemakers. She stepped out languidly, sky high heels making their appearance first, then mini skirt, then sheer silver halter top. She blew a kiss to the photographers. The rapid flash of their cameras turned her silvery outfit into a disco ball. Capricious King basked.

Inside, she turned to her stylist. They rearranging her hair, powdered her nose, cooed over her victory. Only then did she turn to the woman behind her. "Hi sweetie. We're gonna be in this together, right?" She leaned forward to kiss Zaya on the cheek before one more pass with the stylist to fix her lip gloss.

She pushed opened both doors, strutting unabashedly. She took extreme pleasure from Azure's growl, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

"Uhm, hello? Language? If you're going to drop the f-bomb, at least do it on camera so we can get a sound bite."

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II May the Odds Be Ever In [Our] Favor II 74th GMs Sept 28, 2016 13:40:02 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Sept 28, 2016 13:40:02 GMT -5

Zaya Reine

The new face arrived early in the morning, long before the arranged time to meet the other Gamemakers. She sat in the stylist quarters having sneaked across town to the training center in sweat pants and no makeup. Her own apartment was too crowded, too civilian for her to think straight. She needed time to clear her thoughts, and most importantly she needed a mirror.

Sitting down in one of the plush chairs a stylist quickly came up to begin working when Zaya lifted a single hand to stop them. She had her nails done the day before, long shiny red points like daggers dipped in blood. They were odd considering the rest of ensemble was so plain, but when she had donned the rest of her outfit they'd fall into place.

"If I need help, I'll ask for it," she said.

They rest of the little boys and girls in black aprons left her alone, tending to their own juvenile attempts at fashion. Glittery eyeliner, how original.

Leaning forward, Zaya examined her unmade face in the mirror for a moment.

Today you become a Gamemaker.

She spent the rest of the morning curling lashes, overdrawing lips, and sweeping eyeliner across her lids. She slipped a long black wig over her head, the long straight strands nearly reached her waist. Behind a screen she slipped out her pajamas and into something more befitting her reputation. A black corset, that she did ask for help tying, with matching black thigh high stockings and pumps. She pulled a red blazer on top of the ensemble and stepped out to admire herself in the mirror. She had just put her large tinted sunglasses on when Capricious turned to kiss her cheek. She must have sneaked in while Zaya was changing. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Looks like this team would be full of beauty.

Her heels snapped against the tile floor as she followed her more experienced coworker down the hall to the elevator.

Zaya's mind drifted back to that single white envelope that had been hand delivered to her door. Inside was the thin black print that had changed her young life instantly.

The elevator dinged and the doors slide open. Capricious exited first and was soon met with a curse from whoever was already inside the room. The former woman's body moved out of the way and Zaya saw Azure Herodotus sitting at a long table. She was older than Zaya and hadn't been a head gamemaker since Zaya was in grade school. And apparently there was love between Azure and Miss King.

"I trust you two know each other," Zaya said, her eyes still hidden behind dark glasses. She wanted to watch them, to know who she was dealing with before she betrayed even a hint of herself. They would be controlling tributes soon, but Zaya needed to know how to control her coworkers as well.