First... this is a SYOT (Submit Your Own Tribute) :3. You are able to make your own tribue... If you didn't know what it means. Check my profile if you want the form to fill out. Then PM it to me. If enough forms arent sent in, ile make my own. And please if you make a career- don't make them weak. But make it realistic. I wont accept things that have way too much They train their whole lives. :D
Prologue:
President Snow leaned back in his puffy purple chair. It matched his room, purple- being the theme color of this years Hunger Games. He ruffled his snow colored beard and turned his attention to another man beside him. It was the Gamekeeper, Ronin Tollate.
"What do you have planned this year?" He asked cooly. A shiver ran down Ronin's spine, but he answered. He knew President Snow was dangerous. The last Gamekeeper had gone missing after he favored a tribute and killed the whole career pack. President Snow clearly didn't approve.
"A good deal." He murmered. Ronin straitened himself.
"We are waiting to put stuff in, based on the tributes this year." He managed to say. Ronin was cowardly about the President. He released hsi breath when President Snow nodded in approval. Ronin turned to a large digital screen on the wall. He flipped through a large amount of items before stopping and beckoning President Snow to watch. With a flick of his finger, the screen slid up to show an elaborate diagram of the arena.
"Hmm. Very large this year?" He said.
"Yep. Featuring two lakes." He pointed at a blue splotches on the map. "We may have to draw them back in at certain points."
"It would seem so." President Snow said with a clap of his hands. "This will be a very interesting 67th Hunger Games."
"We will see the different tributes tomorrow. It's reaping day." Ronin offered, and Snow's face lit up.
"Indeed." Then he held up a dismissive hand. "Get the escort's on their way there."
"Yes, sir." Ronin mumbled. He picked up his documents off of President Snow's glass coffe table and left. That went well, He thought. It was his first year as Gamekeeper, so he was still a bit awkward around the President. But he got set on his assigned task- the escorts needed to get to the Districts.
Ronin tapped on the elevator button, which glowed in response. He tucked his papers under his arm and stepped inside, still recounting his meeting with the President. It had been the first time he'd been with the President alone.
Once he reached the control room, he grasped a microphone and cleared his throat.
"All District escort's board the train. It will be leaving in 20 minutes." He spoke clearly into the microphone. He glanced out of the window, to see 12 women stepping onto the train. They must have really rushed, he thought. To get that far...
Ronin hurried down the building to see the train off. The streets swarmed with capitol people, who wanted to see the escorts. They would be the sponsers, later in the games. Ronin wondered who would win the 67th Hunger Games.
This chapter was to start off the SYOT. I will only do short reapings or else it would take forever, and they will be in a few seperate chapters. Please continue reading... c: