.../tap/. Dressed to the nines in themed district gowns and suits, you and your fellow district-mates have been assigned to... a room? It's no bigger than a elevator, with one, small light near the door. Outside, you hear the bustling of hundreds of Capitol cats, murmuring. There's not a chariot in sight... only that cold steel door. There is no roaring of the audience, not even the sounds of chants or applause. /tap, tap./ The lights turn green, and the door unseals itself, opening to the outside world. Though, it is not /truly/ the outside. As if the Capitol would ever free the likes of you. The room is dim, and you can barely see. The wall to your left is covered in a fake screen of wallpaper, depicting a view tailored to your own district. And a red curtain to your right. The ground is covered in fake flora and gravel, marked with glowing white X's. Presumably enough for each tribute to stand on their own X. /tap, tap, tap./ As you and the surrounding cats approach and stand in your places, the curtains begin to open on their own. /tap, tap, tap./ Camera shutters flash as a young, rich cat taps on the glass curiously. /tap./ And then it clicks. /flash, tap./ You are an exhibit. A live piece of artwork. An object to be admired. Unlike in the past, this moment is not one of skill, or triumph. You’re simply a perfect pawn that the Capitol can mold into a tragedy. A hero. A romance. Perhaps…a Victor. / click. / Strike a pose. Show some love. Seek the perfect angle. / oooh, ahh…wow…/ Seize this moment. Cherish it. Before it’s too late. Written by @Tsu_Suki and @_ThunderShock_ Drawn by @_ThunderShock_
