Prologue
By: Dissection of The Mind (D.O.T.M)
Dreams
What difference is there really? Is a dream and a nightmare all that different? For years, I have been pondering this. Finally, I have come to a conclusion. I had come to such a conclusion when I was elected to be President.
Frankly, there isn't any. Dream and nightmare wise at least. Neither of them is a reality. With a simple turn of events, a dream can be turned into a terrifying nightmare.
With the clacking of my shoes across a shined surface, I break through silver plated doors. The noise that could be heard from the hall is even more amplified here. I walk over to the podium laid before me, and tap the microphone.
Today I am announcing the quarter quell. The 21st to be exact.
"Welcome! Today we are here to announce the quarter quell, as I've bet you have all anticipated." I say, letting my gold dotted eyes flit around the crowd. With a heavy smile, I bow my head.
In a split second, a giant poster with my handsome face plastered on it falls from the sky, hanging idly behind me. With the sound of cloth flapping gently in the wind, I raise my head. The Capitolittes begin to scream shouts of appraisal, smiling with their carbon filled mouths.
"As you know, it is decreed that a Hunger Games shall be held every year. Yet, every 25 years, a quarter quell as its called, takes place. A special twist every quarter year.."
The Captiolittes are jumping around now, as expected. With a flick of my hand, they start to settle down. Soon, a little boy clad in a white suit gently walks up to me. His eyes are downcast as his hands extend themselves to my grasping point.
I give him a faux smile, and open the box. I hear anxious breaths and greedy stares focused on me, yet ignore it in the moment. My fingers gently pry apart all of the yellow enevelopes, until I reach the one I desire.
With nimble fingers I unlatch the enevelope, and come up with a thin sheet of paper.
I turn back to the microphone and speak. "This year, in memory of all of those rebellions that threatened us.." I glance upward for a moment. "Double the tributes from districts 1,2, and 4 shall be placed in the arena, as well..." I pause for dramatic effect yet again. "Two children from the Capitol will be sent into the arena, as they have always played." I say, and with that, I turn around.
I hear several gasps and murmurs, along with shouts of excitment. I flick back my long, auburn hair and stride back through the doors.
Gosh, it feels like a dream.
Hey people! I will be writing an SYOT! (Clearly, XD). I know this chapter isn't the best but I really wanted to get it up. So here you go. I shall start sometime in June and am excited about this all. Below are a few rules and stuff.
*This is not first come first serve, I shall be looking at them and stuff.
*You can for now submit up to three, I will be posting what spots are filled, etc.
* I will reserve spots
*I will not accept forms from reviews. I don't want this taken down. Sorry for you guys who don't have an account. If you inexplicably want to create one but have to wait 2 days to pm, go ahead and tell me here that you want to reserve a spot :)
*The tribute list and the form will be on my profile :D
*I will be making a blog. If you really don't want to submit an actor/model/etc. I will find one based on the appearence.
Thanks for reading!