Send Them up in Flames // [Glamour 80th Bloodbath Reaction]

[Baby Wessex d9 [earthling]]

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

The night before the Bloodbath, Glamour actually slept well. He'd actually left the Training Center to seek out his own bed, which probably helped. Additionally, he hadn't heard from Snow after the Private Training Scores had gone live. Presumably that meant the President approved. He would have sent a white rose to Glamour's office otherwise, surely? He held to hope as he drifted into the bliss of a quiet apartment.

Bright and early he woke to oversee the stylists. He couldn't decide if he liked Vepar's aesthetic. Definitely need more bling. Any deeper critique was buried under the rest of the preparations. Each tribute had been checked over by medical staff, approved for the arena, and then boarded onto a stealth plane for transport. Glamour settled himself beside Vepar in the Games command center, flipping rapidly between cameras as the tributes ascended into the concrete and asphalt of the Cornucopia.

Things started off well, as they were wont to do.

Nearly all of the tributes got off their starting pedestals right away, throwing elbows and knocking out knees. The shopping carts, filled to the brim with items, added a playful element to the otherwise difficult start of the Games. After a few minutes, Glamour sat back in his chair, no longer quite so intent on tracking every little thing. "We may need to break out the champagne early today, hmm?" He nodded to Vepar.

Of course, nothing in his life ever really went to plan.

That became clear in the thick middle of the Bloodbath, as tributes began to cut their losses. They ran over the parking lot, taking just a few things with them, leaving behind three alliances and the odd straggler.

In that moment, he had such high hopes.

Only to come crashing down in a fiery end. Gone were his hopes of some Careers claiming the Wealth. Gone was his tidy narrative of a worthy Victor from a worthy district. If only... well, he could still do something to salvage this, couldn't he? A quick conference with Vepar and they set things in motion, only to be dashed again by the two women who could.

Glamour put his hand into his hands, pulling at his thinning hair. "What are they doooooing?" He sobbed.

The idea came on like a lightning bolt. He leapt to his feet, designating several under-Gamemakers to watch the recording of the Wealth, tracking all of the items that ended up on the Lyons and Lionel girls. As soon as they were finished, Glamour tucked his hands behind his back, standing a little straighter. This might actually work.

"We'll need a new cart too, apparently."

A feeling prickled along the back of his neck. That was the thing about working with another Gamemaker; even if you didn't intend to get to know the other person well, after weeks of high pressure bonding, it was inevitable. Glamour turned to Vepar, listening careful. His expression soured but he nodded. "Better make it two carts."

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours

title: "Flames" David Guetta feat. Sia