User blog:I3lackBlood/8th Hunger Games: Mags

8th hunger games

by

lustamire

          “Welcome, welcome, welcome! It is wonderful to see all these well-lit faces today. Before we begin the ceremony, we are honored to see a film brought all the way from the Capital. Today is the day were we select one fearless man and one glorious women to have the honor of representing District 4 in the 8th annual Hunger Games!” I slowly raise my hands up and begin to clap. The crowd around me falls silent as the escort begins to display the large screen with her hands like some show girl presenting a price. The anthem starts to play signaling the film is now beginning. I look up and see the images of the war that began this horrible event, the same war that took my mother’s life and left me to take her place in the shop. It has been eight years since the war that started the hunger games and for the last three years I have been entered into the reaping. I put my hands behind my back as I look at the short clips that came together to make this film. I am dressed in a plain eggshell colored dress. The sleeves are short and puff up like a cotton ball. There is a white collar and a white strap that ties around the front of my waist into a bow at the end. I have long blond wavy hair that is held back from my face with a small hair clip on each side of my head.

          Once the film ended we all take our attention back to the escort standing on the center of the stage. “Well, wasn’t that marvelous!” I could see her glance through the crowd trying to find someone with the same excitement as her. I think everyone is to distract by the way she looks to even know what she is saying. Her hair is dyed black and shaved just like a boy. Everyone can tell her cheek bones where altered. No bone can be that sharp on someone’s face. Her skin is dyed a pale gray color making her look like a zombie. She is wearing a formal black and green women suit with pointy shoulder pads. I don’t really mind what she is wearing. I am not really much on clothes even though I make leather pants and jackets for the shop. Sadly, I forgot her name. I think it is Sally, Saturn, or something with an s. “Let’s get this show on the road shall we? As always we should start with the ladies.”