Post by LG on Oct 7, 2011 18:20:39 GMT -5
Only one spot open this week. Bummer. He really did enjoy watching the 'players' as he called them cling to each other, as they waited to find out where the heck it was they were going and what was going on. They must know it isn't good, but if they don't, that's even better. Nothing better than watching the occasional player that would bounce onto the stage as if they were just called to go to an amusement park for free or something. But oh well, the big ball was swirling with names, a fan under it, making the slips of paper that each had one name, neatly handwritten on it. He sat at the back of the stage, stealing a glance at his watch. Two minutes. His blue eyes trained on the circle ball that took center stage. His scratched his chin for a moment. Two minutes. He took another glance at his watch. One minute now. Even better. The man shifted in his seat impatiently, waiting for the time when he could go up there and see which face he would get to throw into the house. 30 seconds.
The stage was about two feet off the ground, made of wood and just a little uneven, you could roll bottles across of it. He stood now, a small smile breaking across his lips as he sauntered across the stage and to the ball. Every citizens name was in there. Some willingly....some didn't exactly....know that their name was in there. Sooner or later they would figure it out, but hadn't anyone ever heard of enjoying other people's ignorance while it lasted? His hands planted themselves on the wooden, shaped perfectly platform that the balls stood on. Well more, was placed into to. The ball was in a hole, just big enough to hold it and not let it fall through, and the ball had no bottom. The fan faced upwards, sending the papers flying and keeping them from dropping. It had a lit atop of it to keep the papers from flying out, until he opened the lid.
With his smile still in place, he gave his required little speech about how this was for the best, the people chosen would be well taken care of, and how there was no need to fret. He had given this speech far to many times, and it bored him, but he was required to give the dang thing, so he may have rushed through it, but still. Over and done with. The speech surprisingly only droned on for two minutes. New record. The man lifted the lid, quickly replacing it with his hand and he closed in his fist the first slip that he came in contact with. Or really, could grab. He replaced the lid quickly, keeping the slip enclosed in his hand and then flipping the switch on the fan, making the remaining pieces to drop to the wooden floor around his feet. He gave a small smile, eyes moving across the crowd. "And, may this person be ever so delighted, with this privilege." He recited with a happiness sound to his voice, that was technically required. He unfolded the piece of the paper and read the name aloud. "Sara Jane Lyena."
