HEAD GAMEMAKER SULLIUS PEPPER

A vast underground labyrinth.

That's what I commissioned, and that's certainly what has been created- it's rather a work of art, if I do say so myself. Looking at these wondrous passageways, and these huge caverns filled with who knows what… It runs so very deep underground. We've been preparing this particular arena for years. It takes a long time to dig deep enough to give the tributes enough ground to cover, and, of course, to breed some of the things that grow down there… Hmm, I wonder what those monsters are doing right now? Those pit-dwellers? Climbing all over each other, with those claws grabbing at the air, needing fresh blood…

Turning around to my fellow Gamemakers, I smile at the looks of fear on their faces. It's an unpleasant place to be, this arena… I made them come out here, just to see them squirm. Sullius is mad, that's what they say… But doesn't madness create an even better Games for everyone? I must say, everyone loves a madman. The tributes who I have control of in this place are… unfortunate. That's what they are, my little unfortunates.

"It's perfect!" I call out to the group of people around me, and clap my hands together with an eager smile. Only a week until the Reaping, and we still have to add the finishing touches! "No time to waste!" Bustling towards one of the workers in charge of breeding the pit dwellers, I raise my eyebrows at him and purse my lips. "Are the pit-dwellers… are they awake? Are they thirsty? Are they hungry?"

I'm just far too excited. But why shouldn't I be? These will be my last Games- President Snow has tired of my methods, I think. That boy Falion Marsey will be taking my place after this Games, to give the Hunger Games a newer, fresher feel. That means that Snow will have me assassinated, like he always does with old Gamemakers… But I'll go out with a bang. These tributes… these unfortunate souls… will never know what hit them.

These Games will be a Games to remember, I promise you that!

GAMEMAKER FALION MARSEY

If I didn't know better, I'd say Sullius is a raving madman. He is a raving madman, obviously, but some people, like myself, choose not to mention it. The last person to accuse him of insanity was his wife, and we only ever found bits of her. President Snow has grown tired of him. Although the Capitol loves him, according to Snow his "barbaric methods" are becoming distasteful. Personally, I think they were distasteful from the beginning- there never was a man like Sullius to make me ill.

From what I've seen of his plans for these tributes (or UNFORTUNATES as he calls them now…), this will be a Games to remember. I hope I can help the poor souls from the Districts a little bit, because the things in this place would make anyone sick. The pit-dwellers… The thought of those beasts makes me want to destroy Sullius here right now. How can one person have so few morals as to want to see that done to a person? It's like Titus again… My Gods, if only I had the courage to put a gun to his head and put the sick old bastard out of his misery. These poor children… Whoever they are, I will try and help them. As the deputy head Gamemaker, my authority is second only to Sullius'… I will be taking over next year… People say I'm too soft. These Games are necessary to keep the Districts under control, of course, but…

But Sullius is trying to talk to me now. I must listen; although he's a monster, I must obey him for now. But soon, he will die… And I hope he rots.

"Welcome to the 63rd Annual Hunger Games." I mutter to myself, as I follow him further into the twisted depths of the labyrinth.

This is a SYOT… The forms are here. District 12 (male and female) are both already reserved for a friend, apologies. PM them to me! I will not accept any given through reviews (Sorry, guys, just following the rules :D), so please PM them to me. First come first serve!

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Lachance