Alecto Snow-President of Panem

Addison, Marrisa, and Rachel sit across from me in the office of my presidential suit. It's time for another Hunger Games, and the audience crave blood.

"Madame," says Rachel the Princess of the group. "Marissa and myself have come up with an idea for the arena." Rachel throws Addison a dirty look as she comments to me. I added Addison to the group mostly because Panem loved her. They loved her so much that her Father is no longer feared for being a mob boss, but praised for being the Father of such an amazing daughter. The problem? Addison is a sweet girl. Rachel and Marissa are not.

"Yes Rachel, show me the idea." She hands me a manilla folder that is decorated and scented. I would expect nothing less from this girl.

"I especially like the idea we have for section B of the arena, Ms. Pres." says Marissa Vixon. As she should. It's a brilliant plan. A brilliant idea.

"Girls, you've outdone yourself. Truly."

They grin and beam with pride as my eyes light up looking through these drafts. These will surely be the best games yet.

"Go make it happen." I say as I hand the folder back to Rachel.

Marissa Vixon-Winner of the 224th Games

This Addison bitch better not get in the way of making this a great games. I can already tell she's the "tender hearted" type. We walk out of the President's office and down the golden lined carpet to the elevator.

"I just knew she would love it!" says Rachel as we step onto the elevator. I reach over and press the G floor. Which apparently means "Game Floor".

"I really liked your idea for the section B part of the arena, Marissa." says Addison with a bright smile.

Maybe she won't be so bad after all.

Rachel Callowgwey-Winner of the 223rd Games

This is my shot to make me even more of a Princess in Panem. I'm so excited to be running this thing. Marissa might think she's calling the shots, but we all know I'm the brains in this operation. Addison is just here because she's "marketable" and the "people love her". Whatever. It doesn't bother me. I mentored her last year, and got her home. That doesn't mean I have to be friends with her.

We get out of the elevator and walk towards the Head Gamemakers booth. This is all too good to be true. "Listen up people!" I say as loud as my voice can carry, "We have a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to do it!"

Addison Low-Winner of the 225th Games

I can tell that this year is going to be a good games. Rachel and Marissa are a bit bossy, and mean..but I can win them over. If I learned one thing from my dad being the head of the Mafia in district 1, it's how to read someone.

My phone buzzes and I look down and see it's from him. I smile and open it up.

Hey babe. Are we still on tonight? Miss you-B

"Hey, Mob Girl." says Rachel from the other side of the booth. "Are you going to direct or sit there and talk to your boyfriend?"

I blush, and put my phone back in my purse, and turn to the engineer assigned to help me with my section of the arena. "Euphrates, can you please make that part of the terrain bigger please?" I say with a smile.

"Right away Miss. Addison!" This is going to be fun.

I tried giving you a bit of each personality of the Gamemakers, they'll play a big part in the story. Sound off in the comments and reviews. Also, if you haven't read the other stories I wrote, these will look like random girls to you...sorry about that. They're characters that I wrote for in previous games! Good luck submitters, and may the odds be ever in your favor. ;)