Post by Arrow on Nov 16, 2016 19:38:16 GMT -8
Ionia Hemishift
Head Maze Maker
The tips of my fingers follow elegant edges and perfected plazas displayed to my eye only from my portal pad. On the left side the sleek screen various percentages flash as my finger flicks through them. Water levels ninety seven percent, oxygen levels two percent, foliage levels forty percent, predator levels thirty eight percent. Every instance variable was at my whim, in just a single sparking snap of my fingers and the entire Maze could be changed. Luckily at this point with only a mere week until the opening of my most paramount performance, all parameters were solidified intensely. Every piece of my peculiar puzzle was perfection, just watching the waves crash on my monitor makes me moan with delight. I would soon quell the flames of a ravenous fire and usher in a new era of despair and excitement. The Mazes would be forever different following my show, a show unlike any others before it.
A light tapping raps against my wooden door as I turn my attention from my monitor to the working women entering. Her eyes instantly divert staring into the icy spheres where mine belong, good. "We are ready for you Maze Maker Hemishift." She weakly whispers barely even audible to my ears from across the room. I stand with an enchanted smile stealing across my lightly blushed cheeks. "Lovely, I will be on my way then. Wouldn't want to keep Caesar waiting." I lock the pad in my hand as I strut to the door allowing myself the time to pause in front of a large mirror. A breathtaking diamond choker constrains my neck and highlights my stunning short white dress. Then as per usual, my hair and make up just pull the whole damn deal together.
Minutes later I am standing just off the stage handing my personal assistant my pad with sharpened daggers from my glare. "This better not fucking fall into anyone's hands except my own. If it does consider yourself dead, and I do mean dead." Terror trembles through her body as she nods swiftly before fleeing from my wicked wrath. From across the stage I see the spotlights come swiftly spinning towards me as my name is announced and greeted with intense cries. I let a sinister smirk slip to my lips as I glide graciously across the stage, in fact I even dare to tip a wink to the cameras obsessed with all of my moments.
Time toils on with endless euphoria laced cheers until finally Caesar ends the long chanting of my name. Aptly I accept his offer to sit and cross my knees as a sign of my intentions to guard any secrets he tries to steal from me which I do not intend to give. Still Templesmith does not waste time in his first interview with the Head Maze Maker since my announcement just under a year ago. "Ionia, since your announcement as the Head Maze Maker for this Quell the nation has been hectic with excitement to say the least. I know personally I have been dying to hear what you have to say about it. However, of course I know with the Reaping a few days away along with the Quell reveal you really can't say much. That being said lets start with this, what made you decide to accept President Snow's invitation to host this Maze?" Silence sits for a second before I laugh lightly. "Its truly rather simple, I crave attention and the opportunity to blow the minds of anyone who sees my shows. For those of you who have seen what I do I am unlike any other Maze Maker before me. I am not calculated, I am emotional and everything I do incites rigorous life threatening challenges. The instant Madam Snow offered me the position I let my ambitions take hold since I knew then just as I know now, with control over this Quell I am going to alter the Runnings for the rest of time." As my confidence ends cheers erupt from my fanatic fans and once more I give them a treat, this time of a blown kiss, for their adoration.
Caesar laughs heftily as he responds with more questions "Well I know that statement alone leaves me even more excited than I was a minute ago. So now tell me this, what is it that will make this Quell so revolutionary? What is it about what you are putting together for this spectacle that you believe will change the future indefinitely?" A grin grips my cheeks this time around as I gently flips several locks of my red hair over my snow white shoulder. "I am beyond happy to answer this question for you Caesar. The reason the Runnings will never be the same is clear with what I am producing. In the past Maze Makers have focused on the narratives of their Mazes, they have viewed the Runners as pieces in their stories. I refuse to take such actions, in this Maze the Runners are the main performers in my show, they push forward their own emotionally and physically draining stories. Every emotion throughout this Running will be heightened to its maximum with what I have prepared. Not only this but in this Maze I along with my teams have made the impossible possible. Things we could only ever dream of or contemplate are possible in this Maze. Above all, I have created the ultimate stage set for my Runners, a stage which is a world entirely different from ours. A would which is not by any stretch of the imagination, a world where we exist today. It is due to these evolutionary strides that this Maze will change the future so drastically." Again screams shining with full adrenaline and anticipation follow my words and greet my attention driven smile.
After spending several seconds clapping and cheering loudly Caesar calms himself enough to continue his prized interview. "With the amount of anticipation growing within the nation right now I have to ask. How would you rate the overall complexity of this Maze? How much do you predict the Runners will struggle within your Maze's passages?" I turn my attention towards the cameras and surely all the Districts I am about to strike fear into. "Pertaining to the overall rating on a scale of one to ten I would say the 45th Maze Running was about a four. It followed a very concise yet interesting story line, but in the end six survived and all in five days. That is no where near the case for this Maze, if a Runner did everything right and picked every right directional choice it would take them six days to survive this Maze. By far that is longer than many Mazes of the past, this is because the complexity and the challenge of my Maze is so high. Unlike past Mazes I guarantee death will be dwelling in every shadow, watching the Runners at all times. This Maze is going to capture the struggles of survival like it has never been seen before. However naturally to achieve this the Runners have to be placed in extreme conditions, which in my Maze they will be in one of the most extreme conditions on the planet. Returning to the original question, I would rate my Maze a nine without any hesitation."
This time before a frenzy can unfurl Caesar strikes the iron of my words while they are still hot off my tongue. "In your analysis of the Maze there you mentioned the large amount of Victors from the last Maze. Now in addition to the other facts you have just told us is it safe to assume you expect very little Victories during this Quell?" The room and the nation surely fall silent as the final hopes of millions lie in my hands. I crush them. "Precisely, in all actuality I believe anything above three victories is a stretch and almost to the point of a failure for this Maze. Death is a key part of the survival show I am putting on here. Yes all Runners should hold to the hope of surviving, but they must eternally remember and reengage with the truth that death is there for the vast majority of them."
As wails of excitement and undoubtedly sorrow somewhere else in Panem occur Caesar asks another advance into the secrets I am shielding. "Now in terms of the Grievers which will be populating the Maze, being a woman from such a world of Grievers as your self. What should we expect to see?" I nod in response to his legitimate and utterly predictable question. "I believe you can all expect exactly what you would think with my selection as Head Maze Maker. I have flourished in a world wrapped in constant danger and exotic Grievers known for their unique horrors. My Maze displays this entirely in the form of practically all new Grievers gracing its passages, actually if I recall correctly only a single Griever within the official database which I have compiled is one from the past. The rest are new and many from the wickedest corners of my cranium." Excitement erupts from the crowd again and from Caesar as I finish. Within the depths of my right ear a voice from my ear piece notifies me that I am needed at my Maze as soon as possible for the release of a new set of Grievers. With such information I stand and cries burst through the jubilee. "I'm afraid I must take my leave, I have important matters to attend to in order to make this Quell precisely what I have promised." Caesar sadly rustles and begs for one final question but I am already off the stage. My priority is no longer to the press, for now it was all to my Show of Survival.