Snippet #1405802

The bright beams of the sun shone through the windows, awakening the Guide from his faithful sleep. He raised his hands to his eyes; after rubbing the sleep from them and observing the small balls with sharp eyes, he flung them from his fingers. He was caught up for a second at the sight of his yellow, calloused hands. Their ends were sharpened to a point- he studied them with disgust. What a hideous figure he had...but enough of that. Today was the day the tributes would arrive.
The thought, unlike all other things, actually improved his mood. He moved with an unusual grace, thanking his impertinent servants for their "impeccible service." They nearly rolled their eyes; their familiarity with the Guide's mood around this time of year always got them tips and pieces of his past they would've never received if otherwise.
'He', as it were, dressed in rather male clothes. It was better to be accepting of the inquiries of the public than to pretend otherwise, though truly his kind had no gender.
He ate his breakfast; prepping himself for the highest level of responsibility, the coaching of the tributes during the Trials.
Opening the door of the hotel, he strode into the hallway. The tributes would be waking soon on their own. It was best to be prepared.