presentation of power
Oct 30, 2023 11:10:49 GMT -5
Post by thompson harvard - d2b - arc on Oct 30, 2023 11:10:49 GMT -5
Instead of his alarm clock waking him up that morning, it was the anthem. From the sheets of his bed, he heard a low hum and a rising crescendo from the living room. It's different from his father's late-night browsing. He didn't hear cursing, nor yelling commentators from the room. Just the anthem and nothing else.
He thought a part of him was tripping. But as he turned to his clock, the time read 03:00. His eyebrows furrowed, and he rubbed his clenched-up fists against his eyes. Michael blinked. What was happening here? As he got up and walked to the living room, he was joined by an equally tired and confused parents and his younger sister. The countries' emblem in white panned the screen. That was all that was shown for two minutes. As the anthem faded, the threatening sign also faded to black. "Must be a test, or something..." his father mentioned and began to turn around until a mechanical voice filled the room.
"In order to remind the Districts that our fragile peace can be broken at any moment, without warning, the 95th Hunger Games will begin... now." Michael stared at the screen in confusion. What did he mean they begin now? Where are the tributes? The screen then revives with a collage of 24 tributes waking up. They appeared equally as dumbfounded as the Jesudason family. "What is this?" He questioned and then thought, "where are the victors in all of this?" Complexities of the situation rang in his head, but he was more concerned about Jimmy. As if the screen read his thoughts, it showed Jimmy taking his time to get up. His heart tugged. Allison glanced at him and he caught it, but neither said anything.
The boy sat on one of the chairs, now watching the life televised life of someone he knew so privately. He watched as Jimmy and Nessa dodged downstairs. He watched as one tribute was sniped by refusing to do so. There was an odd tension in the air. The edge that a surprise start to the Games puts onto the districts is potent. It was an act for the people, not the tributes. The tributes in the training center were placed into a cage tournament. Jimmy opted to stay, which gave him a flourish of anxiety. He knows that Jimmy wasn't a fighter. He'll bite, but he doesn't scratch.
As if hours had passed, a pounding was placed on the door. The sudden noise caused Michael to jump. He stood up, moving to the door and his father barked out to "STOP!" Because they couldn't tell who it was. Had they released Peacekeepers into the districts to wake them up? "We're awake." He tried to say, loud and hoarse due to his sleep-deprived nature. "I know, I can fucking hear you. Now open the damn door!" A voice that he was familiar with, compared to his family. It was Jillian.
"It's Jill." Michael states, and continued to the door to open it. She stood there with her hair frayed and a bathrobe on. Clearly, he was her first thought. The relationship between the twins and their parents wasn't one of close nature. He knew this through the talks with his friend. "What..." he stated, questioned as he looked at her and the TV. "What is happening?" Obviously, they both knew what was happening. But what? Why? The training center can't be that exciting of an arena.