DP shot his regulars a quick glance and a small wave and then continued his conversation with the young girl.
“Standard DP eh? *hic*” Said a dark haired man, as Junk and Smurf joined him at the table.
“You’re right there Cata.” Smurf replied.
“Hey Cata…” Junk began. “How long have you been here…?”
“Well…” Cata swayed slightly whilst looking at the clock on the wall. He eventually managed to focus his vision. “DP opened up at 8am this morning, sooooo…. Since 8am” He replied with a beaming, heavily drunken smile on his face.
“Well lets hope you don’t get picked!” Junk laughed “You’ll probably puke on stage!”
“Hey!” Cata protested. “Our one winner was famously drunk on Draw Day when he got selected, I see it as a good thing!”
“That’s true…” Smurf pondered. “Good old Guybrush, it’ll be good to see him again today.”
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Noon came and the town square was packed, as it had to be. Failure to attend Draw Day meant a potential execution. The suns ray of light rained down on the 4sies, all already looking distraught and frantic as the District 4 mayor took the stage. The standard speech that they had heard for the last few years came out, and how it wasn’t impossible to win The Hunger Games if you were from District 4, and that one man had proved that.
That man was the man to step up next and do the Draw. That mans names was Guybrush Threepwood. His day job used to be a carpet maker, but he was well known in the District, not just for his hilarious personality and ability to make people laugh, but his constant drunken blunders. The year he got picked, more people than ever had cried from District 4, as he was a well loved character, but when he got up on stage that year, he had made everyone laugh and not to worry about him.
And worried they had need not be. Despite his blunderings in and around the District, Guybrush was surprisingly a very cunning and clever individual. He had won over sponsors with his sword fighting skills and general personality and had managed to acquire much food and water over the days of that years Games. He had basically laid low and stayed hidden for most of the Games and let everyone else do the killing, until there was just him and a tribute from District 1 left. District 1’s tribute was weary and delirious from all the killing and fighting he had done in the previous hours and Guybrush had sneakily gone up behind him, grabbed a sword that was lying on the ground nearby, and stabbed him in the back, winning the games. Although it could have been deemed slightly unsportsmanlike, there was nothing sportsmanlike about the Games in the first place. It had been District 4’s defining and most proudest moment in its history, and a statue of him was immediately erected within the town square.
After The Games he had gone to live the lavish lifestyle up in Bordate, much to the dismay of Link and his government. The thought of having someone of that lower class in the capital disgusted them, as they had always just expected the higher districts to win. He was a hero, a legend, to everyone in District 4, and today, he was drunk, as per usual.
He stumbled up slightly and addressed the crowd, which lifted the mood slightly as he told a few jokes about the government, but then came the serious business. The Draw for the tributes of District 4.
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