The Makers : Prologue

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  1. Saxima [screams geometrically]

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    Alright guys, I've got our story here, feel free to make critiques and suggest changes.

    [table="width: 825, align: center"] Your forehead is beaded with sweat. Your whole body feels weakened. Your hands are cold and clammy. Checking your breathing, you find that it's coming out in short rasps. You try to control yourself. You never know, your name might not even be drawn, you're just a few in thousands. Thousands. The thought comforts you slightly as you begin to calm down. With a steady eye, you watch your district's Capitol escort make their way over to the reaping bowls – very large glass balls filled with the thousands of names of the boys and girls in your district. Your names is on one of them. What's one in thousands? As your escort draws the name from the ball, there's a collective breath taken and it becomes silent enough to be able to hear a pin drop. You're feeling nauseous now, becoming nervous. You don't breath. The only thing you can do is think – Please don't let it be me, please, don't let it be me. Suddenly the name is called – your district's people breath and you open your eyes. Everyone is looking at you. Why are they all looking at you? For just a moment, you're a bit confused, disoriented. Then it hits you. It was your name they called. You're now a tribute in the 40th Annual Hunger Games. Everything after that passes in a blur. The anthem plays, your swept away by Peacekeepers and into the Justice Building of your district, you're walked into a room and then left alone. How do you feel? Only you know. No one else can. These feelings are impossibly to detect by anyone else. Maybe you're proud to represent your district. Maybe you've trained for this. Or you could be just a normal Panem citizen. Maybe you're scared. Possibly, you're sad. You have the next hour allotted to you to say goodbye to whomever you wish. Parents, brothers, sisters, lovers even. Perhaps even a complete stranger, just so you don't have anyone you know see you cry if, by chances, you're sad. The Peacekeepers come again and escort your visitors out. You're alone again. Just a little while later, you're come for, and it's a relatively short ride from the Justice Building to the train station. It's clustered with numerous reporters, most with cameras – you'd be right not to show any emotion, not let them see what you're feeling. Unless, of course, you're feeling proud that you've been set to try your best and kill twenty-three other kids your age. You see the other tribute of your district and wonder how they're feeling. Maybe better than you, maybe not. You're then hauled into the train and the doors close behind you. You're now out of the public eye. The train takes off with speed, you're now on your way to the Capitol – and possibly your death too. Congratulations to you, tribute of the 40th Annual Hunger Games. [/table]
     
  2. Hiro ✩ Guardian

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    Saxima, this is great. I really liked it. It flowed well and was incredibly easy to follow. Especially the ending.
     
  3. Hyuge ✧ [[ Fairy Queen ]]

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    i agree. Looks great! It sounded very relatable, like I could picture myself as the character. You did a great job.
     
  4. Beau Hollow Bastion Committee

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    This is simply great Saxima, amazing job!

    Also, thanks for taking this head-on and really taking charge! c: