Mila Starling, 21 years old, Capitol Citizen
Mila tucked a strand of her dulling silver hair behind her ear. Her roots were starting to show and she was in desperate need of a touch up.
She was so taken up with her thoughts of booking a hair appointment that it took her more than a few seconds to notice the Capitol anthem playing, signaling the start of the Quarter Quell reveal. She had gotten tickets for the main plaza this year; it had cost her quite a bit of money but she wanted to have fuel to brag to her friends about.
But then her friend Sylvia had to go getting better tickets, Mila started pouting just thinking about it. Sylvia always had to be better than her. It wasn't fair! Just because her dad worked as a trainer for the Hunger Games tributes didn't make her better than the rest of them!
Mila was definitely prettier. Even with her roots showing. Sylvia was probably jealous of her, after all, Sylvia's dad wouldn't let her get a nose job.
She pulled her cell phone out of her silver clutch and pushed through the crowd to try to get a better view, but was met with aggravated glances. Pointing her camera up she tried to snap a photo of President Blythe Hart as she walked out onto the stage. She was older now, with grey showing through and in certain photos you could see crows feet, but she still managed to be stunning somehow. She looked nothing like her late grandfather. Coriolanus Snow.
Mila adjusted her short black dress, making sure it hadn't ridden up and sat down with everyone else. The clapping began to die down and President Blythe Hart opened her mouth to begin her speech.
Mila tried her hardest to listen, she really did, but before long she picked up her phone and began scrolling through her texts. This wasn't the important part of today anyway. She would definitely pay attention when that happened.
After what felt like an eternity to Mila the president's introduction speech about current events or some crap, finally drew to a close. Mila put down her phone, and leant forward in her seat eagerly. This was her first time experiencing a quarter quell live and she felt almost childishly excited.
President Blythe adjusted the microphone and cleared her throat.
"Now what I'm sure you have all been waiting for." A young girl who couldn't have been older than 10 came out from backstage carrying a red-velvet pillow. Upon it sat a white envelope. The president picked up the envelope, opened it and began to read.
"In remembrance," she began, and Mila clapped her perfectly manicured hands together. "That there was a time before war, each tribute will have their memory wiped before entering the Capitol."
Mila stopped clapping, and sat in stunned silence. Around her the crowd was roaring but she barely took it in. It was amazing. It was fabulous. It was… dare she say it; genius. She had only the highest respect for someone who could find a way to punish those rebellious rats so well.
The president turned gracefully on her heel and returned backstage. The anthem began and the event was over.
As Mila exited the event, still in a state of excitement, ushers were handing out brochures with more information about this years games.
The 125th Hunger Games: A year to never be forgotten!
Mila snickered. Never to be forgotten. That was clever due to this years quell. Would the Victor be forced to watch themselves as if they weren't from a career district. Mila had no doubt that even in a disadvantage someone from One or Two would win. They were after all, the closest to the Capitol and if one of them impressed her enough, Mila would even consider donating some of her hard earned money to them.
She anxiously tucked the brochure in her purse; making sure not to crumple it up, eager to read it once she arrived back home
She would be sure she never forgot these events as well.
Hello! This is Dreaming of Starry Skies, EllaRoseEverdeen and Finn16. We're working on a collab together and we're excited to bring our idea to life.
To clarify things perhaps glossed over in the prologue, whilst the tributes all lose their memory before entering the arena, they are allowed to keep one small thing intact, such as the memory of a loved one. If this gets too confusing, we may scrap this aspect. (All this info can be found on Finn16's profile)
RULES
- Tributes must be submitted through PM (sorry guests lol) and we have a three tribute per person policy.
- Reservations are not allowed UNLESS you can provide a name and basic idea for your tribute. This prevents spaces being clogged up needlessly. A reservation will only last three days, and you can only reserve one slot at a time.
- We may not accept a tribute straight away, although if we don't, we promise to give you a reason.
- Also, in our universe, Districts 12 and 13 were destroyed as the Capitol won the rebellion. President Snow's granddaughter now rules. Districts 1-11 still stand and District 11 takes up coal mining as well as agriculture.
- You may submit to any of us, but the story will be posted on Finn16's profile.
- Don't submit a tribute you've already submitted to a different story.
- When you send in a tribute, title the PM this way; 'Tribute Name - District X Female/Male'. For example, for Katniss, it would look like 'Katniss Everdeen - District 12 Female'.
The form is up on Finn16's profile and will remain up until we have all tribute spaces full. Thank you.