Imprisoned Artist

Hunger Games themed, mask monologue. Back story is in the notes.

Hello, inmates.

What crimes has the Capitol placed upon you?

 

I am an artist. Or, I was.. Living in the Capitol was easy.

Too easy.

Wrong.

So I joined the rebellion, as an insider, a spy. I worked art with meaning, creating masterpieces that were simple to the passing Capitol citizen, but sent subtle messages to the rebels. They understood the secrets woven within my projects. If I worked with roses, it symbolized something of President Snow. Something with bakery goods- Peeta. Bows, arrows, mockingjays- Katniss. And fire. Yes- fire to symbolize Katniss.

But someone in the Capitol, or a traitor in the rebels midst… Someone saw the meanings, they turned my name over. Peacekeepers came in the dead of night, hauled me away from my beautiful wife and children. I fought the restraints, and managed a look back. Just in time to see my home light up the night sky, just in time to know my family had not been spared. I have been down here for an uncountable time. I’ve long since lost track of the days.

I wait and wonder, about the rebellion, about the Capitol, and why I haven’t been executed or freed.. Who’s winning, who is still in the game? Or is it all over and done for? Has the capitol won once again?

Oh dearest new inmates, tell me, what news have you of the world above these cold dark cells? 

Author's Note

Cristophe grew up within the Capitol, but always felt out of place, wrong. Like things were too easy. He knew that the Capitol was flawed, but went along with things, pretending to understand. Then he got wind of the rebellion, and knew he had to join. He began to create art with deeper meaning. He found secret ways to communicate with the rebels, and eventually they began to understand his art, to interpret his meanings. He became their spy on the inside.
After a while, things became sketchier, harder to hide. Tides were turning.
One night, the Peacekeepers came, broke into his home, and hauled him away from his beautiful wife and children. As he was being taken, he managed one look back. His house was on fire with his family inside.
Ages later, Christophe sits in his dank prison cell and pieces together the puzzle of how things happened. Of course- there was a traitor, someone who turned him in. When the new inmates arrive, he asks for news of the rebellion.