A/N: Welcome to my first ever SYOT story for the Hunger Games! The tribute application for this will be on my profile, so you can make a character. I will only begin the story when I have all 24 tributes, so please get to submitting! You can put in a maximum of TWO tributes, no more.
Now for the beginning of the story, please enjoy! (I'm not a great writer, but hopefully I'll improve!)
President Serum
The president of Panem stood quietly, staring intently at the large hologram forming a dome before him. Serum was a tall man, the look of a man who had once been strong and powerful but had now recently fallen to seed.
The president looked normal, compared to the freakish fashion of the Capitol. Serum's hair was grey, slowly turning to a pure white colour; the precise shade of snow. The rough beard covering his chin was the same colour. His eyes were a bright blue, with tinges of a yellow in them, looking like electricity. It didn't matter the man looked to be nearing his sixties. He was a dangerous force to be reckoned with.
Serum was standing in the room where most of the gamemaking work was done during the Hunger Games themselves. The dome before him was a map of the arena of the 91st Hunger Games. Ah, the games. The mere thought of them nearly brought a smile to the President's thin lips. The Hunger Games. Where the Capitol punished the Twelve Districts by sending two children from each of them into the games to fight to the death. A nice reminder to keep the horror of the Rebellion against the Capitol fresh in their minds.
Of course, the Games were a massive hit in the Capitol – excluding, that is, the ones that went horribly wrong. Of course, there was a particular system for the leaders of the ones that failed the expectations of the country.
Deep in thought, Serum didn't notice the man enter the room. He was young, in his mid-twenties, perhaps. He was shorter than the President slightly, but was by far stronger. He too did not have the abnormalities of Capitol fashion marked upon him. His hair was its natural shade of brown. His eyes were a hazel colour. He didn't look particularly dangerous. Of course, he was.
"You wanted to see me, President?"
The Gamemaker's voice too didn't have marks of the Capitol on it. He spoke with an accent similar to the Districts, as he had been raised in District Two. He became a Peacekeeper in that District, until he became a Capitol citizen and gamemaker.
"Ah, yes. Oneus." Serum's voice was icy cold. Perhaps it was naturally like that. Perhaps he had perfected it to be like that, seeing as it was the persona he enabled. "Quite an impressive job you've done here." His eyes still hadn't left the map of the arena.
"Thank you, sir." Oneus said. He looked slightly uncomfortable, like he didn't particularly want to be here. He knew that if the games went wrong, the President could easily kill him. He had a right to be nervous.
"Looking forward to this year, Oneus?" Serum asked, finally turning to look at Oneus.
The Head Gamemaker didn't look too thrilled with talking to Serum's face, but he answered somewhat calmly, "Of course, President. They've been a hit for almost a century. Now it's just my job to make sure it stays that way."
"I certainly agree with you." The president replied, a small smile forming on his lips. "And I wish you the best of luck. Hopefully these will indeed turn out well."
And with that, Serum strode from the room, thoughts of killing the young man himself if things went wrong flying around his mind.