The Capitol, three months after the surrender of the rebels.

The group of Capitol high-ups continue to huddle around the table; many buildings in the Capitol were reduced to rubble during the war, and those that remained are often devoid of any heating or other basic amenities that many of the Capitol citizens see as necessities. The building the officials are gathered in was the headquarters of the government during the war, and therefore had a high level of protection, and is mostly still standing. However, they have still neglected to fix the heating, and the officials resent having to wait around all night in the freezing cold. But the orders came from the President himself and so, cold as they might be, no one dares to move from this room until the messenger arrives.

Finally, after many hours of silence, footsteps can be heard in the corridor outside. The harsh tapping of feet upon the metal floor injects life back into the Capitol officials; heads glance up in anticipation and small smiles begin to grow on faces. They can almost feel the warmth of their own homes. Soon, this long night will be over.

A man sweeps into the room; he is wearing tight fitting black clothes, a rarity for the Capitol citizens who, even during the war, kept up their tradition of wearing garishly decorated garments. But, this man doesn't look like one for wearing bright clothing. The angles of his face are harsh and cruel, and the dark bruises under his eyes suggest that he has far too many late nights recently.

He raises a thick eyebrow at the waiting officials, and slaps a thin black folder down against the table, making several people jump in surprise. One, a woman with fading lime green hair and purple lipstick lets out a nervous chuckle.

"Well?" A man with flaming red hair, who sits lounging in a corner, finally plucks up the courage to break the silence that had settled upon the room.

"The order has come," the pale man informs the room, "The Hunger Games has been commissioned."

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Ok, so I've given in and decided to do a submit your own tribute story : ) Just because it looks like fun!

Here's the form:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Appearance:

Personality:

Family:

Friends:

History:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears:

Volunteered or Chosen? If they volunteer then please explain why.

Alliance?

Opinion on the Games:

Reaction at their Reaping?

Interview angle?

Reaping outfit:

Chariot outfit:

Interview outfit:

Anything else:

Ok, so remember that this is the first Games, so there's no such thing as a Career tribute yet! Of course, you can make a tribute who might have trained as part of the rebellion, I don't mind.

I'll probably take about 14 of your tributes, and then just make up some for the bloodbath.

And I need male tributes as well! I know how everyone seems to prefer making females.

Thanks :)