Hey everyone! Here's an SYOT of the 200th Hunger Games. Basically, Prim's name was never called, and
so Katniss never entered the arena. I will pick the winner as the story progresses, and I will be as objective
as I can. If I kill off your Character, please don't be mad at me. There can only be three victors. There is no
limit on the number of tributes you submit (though it doesn't mean I will accept all of them), and don't
forget, I need Bloodbath Tributes, so if you want to guarantee your tribute won't die in the start, then
maybe you could submit a bloodbath tribute!
Jet Blake (16 years old)
I dash through the mayor's buidling, hoping that I wasn't going to be late. Mom was just about to announce the 200th Hunger Games. I couldn't be late. It was my first year as Head Gamemaker. No one else wanted the job, especially for this Hunger Games. Apparently, it was getting harder and harder for Gamemakers to come up with something that was new and fun for the Capitol to watch, and as the son of the president, I was forced into this position despite still being a teenager. I hope I won't disappoint the citizens of the Capitol, and the Districts.
When I finally burst into Mom's- I mean President Blake's office, I am breathing hard, and all eyes are on me. I push away my fallen black curls of hair that had fallen in front of my face, before shooting those in the room an innocent smile.
"Just in time?" I ask hopefully looking around catching a surprised look on the President's face, followed by a small smile. Everyone else seems to be staring daggers into me, but I pretend I don't notice, and I take my place near where the president is sitting.
"We're live in 5, 4, 3, 2," the man behind the camera says before he points towards us. It's just a formality to have the Head Gamemaker on the screen when the president announces the next Hunger Games, so it wasn't odd that I was standing next to my mother.
"For the 200th Annual Hunger Games," Mom announces- I mean, the President announces (I really need to stop doing that), pulling a card out of a box that read 200, "To show that we are not afraid to repeat the old, every previous Quarter Quell theme will occur for the 200th Quarter Quell. This means that there will be 72 tributes, 24 will be voted in, 24 will be previous victors, and 24 will be reaped. The tributes can be of any age, and there will be no mentors, stylists, prep teams, or even sponsors. There will be no Cornucopia, and instead weapons and supplies will be scattered throughout the arena. The tributes will get a mutt of a previous tribute to guide them through the arena until their death, or victory. There will be three victors, one voted in, one previous victor, and one reaped, even though they will all be in the same arena. The vote will take place in every district one week from now, and the reapings and announcements of every tribute two weeks from today. May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor, Districts."
I think I can work with this. I hope I can make the president proud of me. Maybe I could incorporate the classic moves of the Quarter Quells in the past and the Capitol would be quite happy to see the classics. I am sure the Capitol is a bit upset they can't sponsor any of their tributes, but they'll be happy, especially with all that is going to be happening. 72 tributes. They're all going to be my little toys. I was never the one to take care of my toys from when I was young, usually I would tear off my teddy bear's head or chew on one of my action figures. This should be interesting.
"We're clear!" the camera guy yells, and I immediately slouch again. The room is filled with the camera people, my fellow Gamemakers, and of course President Blake. I exhale and look around. The Gamemakers are talking amongst themselves and President Blake is smiling at me.
"Don't screw this up," President Blake whispers to me as she heads towards the door. "Everyone is dismissed!" she announces before exiting the room. One by one the Gamemakers and Camera people leave the room, leaving me alone. Was Mom trying to be encouraging? Or was she trying to intimidate me? Oh, I really hope I don't mess this up.
I've moved the Submit forms and lists to my profile to try and avoid this story be deleted.
If you wish to submit look at my profile for the information I need and the spots available.