A/N: Hello Again! I read quite a few SYOTs recently, and have decided to write one of my own. Do submit tributes, and I will try to write as best as I can. The rules and form will be at the bottom of the page. :)
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Bruce Heathers trembled in his seat. He was usually a stoic man of little emotion, but the situation had gotten the best of him. His hands were clammy and he could feel the sweat run down the side of his head. He wanted to get this over with as fast as possible.
As Head Gamemaker, Bruce had had his share of dangers. It wasn't the safest position, but It paid good money all the same. And he couldn't deny having enjoyed himself while making those beautiful traps and mutts, which tore apart the tributes.
Bruce loved the Hunger Games. They were a work of art. It had been his lifelong dream of being able to throw in whatever he wanted. It had been just last year that he had poisoned all the flowers in the arena. Any tribute who went within two feet would die instantly.
And the time before, he had set up an army of mutts made completely of stone. They had wiped out at least ten tributes.
A voice burst out through the intercom, summoning him inside the room. He had been simply staring at its mahogany door, dreading this.
He had been called to the President's office.
He hesitantly opened the door and walked in.
President Leor was a man of many talents. He reminded Bruce a little bit of himself, when he would attain the age of sixty-five. The President was bloodthirsty and heartless. Needless to say, Panem had seen a few of their best games under him. But even the mere sight of him was enough to send shivers down Bruce's back.
He was wearing a simple suit. Nothing extravagant. It was the look in his eyes that frightened Bruce. It was pure malice. He seemed like the personification of the devil himself. He smiled, though it looked more like a sneer on his perpetually-scowling features.
"Sit." He ordered.
Bruce obediently sat.
"Now, Mr. Heathers. I want you to know that last year's games had been enjoyed by everyone in the Capitol. So much blood. Especially the way Dane tortured little Sean. It makes me nostalgic just thinking about it." He said, knitting his eyebrows together. Bruce had absolutely no idea where this was heading.
"As you know, the Capitol expect much better from us this time. You have raised the bar quite high. Better games, better mutts, and most importantly, better Arena. It's time to live up to our expectations." The man continued.
Bruce tried his best not to fidget. He usually ordered the other Gamemakers around, and he treated the Avoxes like slaves. But sitting opposite him was a man who could make his stomach turn like no other.
"I'm not quite sure I follow you, sir. We will try our best to come up with a better Arena, sir." He said. He tried to keep his voice firm.
The President smiled. "Oh, you see, that's why I called you here Bruce." Bruce flinched at the use of his first name. The President never called him that.
"You don't need to think of an arena. I've thought of one for you."
Bruce didn't think he'd heard the President correctly. "Excuse me, sir?" he asked. President Leor's smile grew wider. "You heard me right. I've thought of the Arena. Anyone who dares object… well, I don't think I need to tell you what'll happen, do I?"
Bruce could only stare.
"This is what I want this year's Arena to be." The President handed Bruce a sheet of paper. Bruce took it gingerly, as though the thing may have burst into flames. He looked at the contents and couldn't help but smile. This was simply perfect!
"Sir, you really are a genius." He said at last. The President stood up, and crossed his arms. When he spoke, he did so with pride in his voice.
"This is going to be one Hunger Games the people won't easily forget."
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A/N:
Right then, I do have a few rules, but nothing too major.
Please be original with the personalities of the tributes. I have no doubt that you all will, but I needed to put this out there. :)
I stink at romance, so though there will be a criteria, expect very less of it in this fic.
I'll try to keep a balance of tribute's POVs, but I do need a few bloodbath tributes as well.
You can definitely submit more than one tribute, but I will accept a maximum of two tributes from one person.
Here's the form!
Name (Please be creative. I know you'll all give me wonderful names:)):
Gender:
Age:
District:
Backup District:
Reaped/ Volunteered?:
If reaped, What was the reaction?:
If Volunteered, why did they do it?:
Appearance (You can be as descriptive as you want. :)):
Face claim:
Personality (Once again, please be as descriptive as possible. I need to know them well):
Background (And, again, descriptions! :)):
Family and Friends:
Strengths:
Weaknesses (min 3):
Weapon of choice:
Worst fear:
Token:
Thoughts on games and the Capitol:
*Reaping outfit:
*Interview angle:
Open to alliance?:
Other thoughts? (Please understand, I really stink at romance. But if you want some, you can add it in here, along with any other additional info!:)):
I will only accept submissions by PM. Unless you are a guest, in which case you are most welcome to review. But I would really prefer PM. I will wait until I have a good number of tributes before updating. Please submit! I cant wait to read about all the amazing tributes y'all come up with!
Until next time then!