Snap // GMs - Day 2

[sbeeg]

Z A Y A

She broke a nail. Furiously typing on the touch screen, setting up the mutts for the day. She'd been talking over her shoulder to Josie and then snap. An expensive red nail cracked in half. She'd excused herself, allowing the other Gamemakers to take their seats and finish the job. Leaning back against a desk covered in similar tablets and displays, they looked down at their right, index finger.

It hit them like a wave how uncomfortable they were. Sweating under layers and layers of foundation, a fake eyelash stabbing the corner of their eye, pins holding their wig in place rubbing against the scalp hard enough to draw blood.

They thought about taking it all off. Kicking off the heels, sliding out of the corset and throwing on a robe or something and going back to work. No one had ever seen them like that. No on except the bartender on Third Street and all his regulars.

Zaya's eyes slid over to the large mirror set into the wall. Snow liked to lurk behind it some days. They think it was mostly to watch over people like Kinkade, but now with the weight of a Hunger Games on their shoulders, they couldn't help but feel the man's heavy gaze on their back.

Kinkade got a second chance, something tells Zaya that they will not.

Third games under their belt, and now they were getting skittish. They had been new and shiny the last Games. Still photographed, still fawned over for their fashion line and sense of style.

After three more years, Zaya Reine was simply old news.

Oh, Zaya Reine is a Gamemaker? She seems kind of old, I thought Snow would have sent her out to pasture. She's not exactly... groundbreaking.

Old. Boring. A face that fades into the background. First with Azure and Capricious then with Nil and Azazel. Pretty, but an extra in the show. Set dressing.

Their eyes burned holes into Snow's watchful mirror perch. They wondered if he was there, watching them have what can only be described as a breakdown.

"Get me a whiskey," Zaya finally said, nodding to the nearest Avox. The poor girl paused, her eyes questioning for just a moment before running off to fill the request. Zaya then stepped forward, leaning over Bea and Josie's shoulders to look at the display in between them.

"We need something big. Now. We can't wait til tomorrow to grab attention." Eyes roamed the map, looking at the various blinking lights signaling where each tribute was. "There."

A broken off nail pointed to Thumb Rock.

"Make it happen."

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Josiah

”Make it longer!” Everything is last minute and it is no surprise for Josiah Layton. ”Send it to the grass plains, our sweet horsies are there now.” A slick snake to aid in today’s crusade, it is only day two but pressure is on to entertain the mass. Since the bloodbath Josie has not stepped outside the gamemaker headquarters other than to sleep and that has been minimal too. A whole twenty-four hours without hitting up the pretty face of Prior or slipping off to the next social event.

Is this what having responsibilities is like?

The tension is gripping tightly onto Josie, vodka and lemonade on tap to keep him going but of course with minimal measures; a drunkard at the helm of the hunger games would be frowned upon by old fogey Mister Snow.

Josie has pretty much relied on Bea and Zaya for the logistic seriousness of the games, all his focus has been on the aesthetic pleasures and throwing together some action.

”We need to add storylines, let’s have the viewers gripped. Items that will lead tributes on small adventures, the wealth horses have gone down well. Lets give them all the opportunity to catch one!!!!” His enthusiasm to entertain has really shone through, he carries a grin whenever in discussion with his fellow gamemakers.

Josie sits besides Bea at the screens, sipping at his drink through a straw. The morning of day two and the twenty-three are scattered across the map. Josie’s screen is zoomed into the Grass Plains, not that it is his favourite area – the Tattered Big Top seems desolated today, but the appeal of horseback tributes is the talk in the Capitol right now and he wants to see some action there. ”They can find peace here for the day but they are going to have to work for it.”

Josie leans back in his seat, his legs crossed and the straw between his lips. If the chair was a little more bedazzled, he would call it his throne. Memo – remember to order a comfier chair tomorrow.

Zaya orders action in an area and the day really begins The introduction of the snake by Josie pays off as a cannon fires from the glassy area. Josie clinks his glass with the junior that sits behind him, but it is not over yet. All eyes are zoomed in on the district four, a rotten battle of broken limbs but the career is thankfully spared for another day. ”Send a placid version of the beast to Mr Batalanto if he wishes to catch it. Great efforts from the career to flee such a brute.”

Sitting back in his chair as he swirls around the cocktail with the straw, Josie watches as the rest of the action unfolds. Occasionally pointing to the screens as something exciting is displayed.