Post by President Snow on Sept 23, 2014 5:22:58 GMT -7
President Snow sat at his desk. It was still morning and just after dawn. He watched the entirety of the two hours of the game from that very spot, the hologram screen right at the end of his desk. His hands were folded together, with the indexes of his fingers turned upwards and tipping on his darkening lips. The boy from District 7 did not have many things to say, but the things he did say was enough. He was glad the Seneca Crane had taken out the sounds from the Petting Zoo for the public viewing. He had wondered how the pack was going to crumble, considering that they had been together throughout the entire game. Once the District 4 female was announced Victor, a steady tight line turning downwards was already on his face.
A hateful Victor from one of the Districts he could deal with, easily. But a rebellious one from District 4, one of their pet districts, was not. He'd need to keep a close eye on her and quash any signs of rebellion. If he had to go so far as to kill her, he would. It would be easy. A simple poison would make it seem like she had died of some kind of illness. They would blame the fact that she was exposed to the filthy people from the other districts of course. Who knew what kind of diseases they had.
President Snow liked doing things the simple way. Those who rebelled were killed. A single sign was all he needed to send the firing squad after them. Yes. It was simple. He looked at the face of the girl, Ms. Sedna.
A beep from his desk alerted him that his first appointment had arrived. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall. Right on time.
As @thomasjames came through the door, President Snow remained seated on his dark leather chair. "Thomas," he said, his voice was as calm as ever. "I need you to do some cleaning up. In District 7 are two families. Johanna Mason's family and Lucas Gallant's family. Kill them. Ms. Mason (@syd) is still at the Capitol of course, so she will not be giving you any problems." President Snow pressed a single button on the lighted keys on his desk. A picture of the Masons appeared on the hologram, another click and the Gallants family showed. He eyed them carefully, then his eyes settled on the little girl, the youngest of them all. "Kill them all, but take the youngest girl with you to your District. Take good care of her," his eyes met Thomas's like something wicked. President Snow liked to think ahead, sometimes years in advance. Yes, he could use the girl.
"I want them dead by sunrise tomorrow. As always, do not be seen," he said turning his chair around and his back to Thomas. He looked out the tall window that reached from floor to ceiling, his granddaughter, Fara was on her way to school. "You are dismissed."
As soon as the man was gone, he stood up. Straightening up his blazer, he walked towards the door which opened for him. He walked out of the door and into the sunlight, a vehicle awaited him. It was only a short ride to the facility that he needed to go to. He walked inside, the air was chilly and his footsteps echoed against the walls of the mostly bare building. The elevator seemed to go on for miles beneath the building and into the earth. When it finally stopped and the door opened, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and proceeded to leave the area. All that remained was one man in a lab coat holding a tablet.
"They are ready." The man stated simply, showing the way.
President Snow followed him and came to face with the creation. He smiled slightly, if you could call it a smile. The small twitch at the corner of his lips showed that he was pleased. "Good," he stated looking at one and the other. They were the perfect combination of what he needed. Lethal and under his complete control. There would be no mistakes. "Prepare them." President Snow took one last look through the glass tubes, then turned to exit.
WORD: 722
A hateful Victor from one of the Districts he could deal with, easily. But a rebellious one from District 4, one of their pet districts, was not. He'd need to keep a close eye on her and quash any signs of rebellion. If he had to go so far as to kill her, he would. It would be easy. A simple poison would make it seem like she had died of some kind of illness. They would blame the fact that she was exposed to the filthy people from the other districts of course. Who knew what kind of diseases they had.
President Snow liked doing things the simple way. Those who rebelled were killed. A single sign was all he needed to send the firing squad after them. Yes. It was simple. He looked at the face of the girl, Ms. Sedna.
A beep from his desk alerted him that his first appointment had arrived. He looked at the clock that hung on the wall. Right on time.
As @thomasjames came through the door, President Snow remained seated on his dark leather chair. "Thomas," he said, his voice was as calm as ever. "I need you to do some cleaning up. In District 7 are two families. Johanna Mason's family and Lucas Gallant's family. Kill them. Ms. Mason (@syd) is still at the Capitol of course, so she will not be giving you any problems." President Snow pressed a single button on the lighted keys on his desk. A picture of the Masons appeared on the hologram, another click and the Gallants family showed. He eyed them carefully, then his eyes settled on the little girl, the youngest of them all. "Kill them all, but take the youngest girl with you to your District. Take good care of her," his eyes met Thomas's like something wicked. President Snow liked to think ahead, sometimes years in advance. Yes, he could use the girl.
"I want them dead by sunrise tomorrow. As always, do not be seen," he said turning his chair around and his back to Thomas. He looked out the tall window that reached from floor to ceiling, his granddaughter, Fara was on her way to school. "You are dismissed."
As soon as the man was gone, he stood up. Straightening up his blazer, he walked towards the door which opened for him. He walked out of the door and into the sunlight, a vehicle awaited him. It was only a short ride to the facility that he needed to go to. He walked inside, the air was chilly and his footsteps echoed against the walls of the mostly bare building. The elevator seemed to go on for miles beneath the building and into the earth. When it finally stopped and the door opened, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and proceeded to leave the area. All that remained was one man in a lab coat holding a tablet.
"They are ready." The man stated simply, showing the way.
President Snow followed him and came to face with the creation. He smiled slightly, if you could call it a smile. The small twitch at the corner of his lips showed that he was pleased. "Good," he stated looking at one and the other. They were the perfect combination of what he needed. Lethal and under his complete control. There would be no mistakes. "Prepare them." President Snow took one last look through the glass tubes, then turned to exit.
WORD: 722
