Hola, peeps. I am Rose Tyler, the Valiant Child, and this is my SYOT. The form will be on my profile. Submit by PMs only, please and 'fanks'. I look forward to, with insurmountable glee, receiving your tributes.
you're politically correct no matter what you say
convincing us all in every single kind of way
-Clawfinger, Power
It really was a testament to President Tanaquil Charix's patience that three hours waiting didn't budge her decision a bit.
"I told you, it's a stupid quarter quell idea to have under ten year olds. How ludicrous is that? Would it be fun to see little kids bawling and running around aimlessly? Or wait, better yet, babies crawling off their platforms? It has to be changed. I have a far superior one."
"But I told you, ma'am- sir- uh, president- you'd need to take it up with the Gamemakers," stuttered her right hand man, Julius Dromeda, commonly referred to among the higher ranking citizens as 'Dromedary'.
"To heck with the Gamemakers! Camel, do you realize who you're speaking to?" She bent down from her towering height to eye level with Julius.
"The first female president, ma'am," he whispered, his adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat.
"That's right. Now, be a good little man and replace the old quarter quell slip with my own."
He took the slip she was proffering, and made a hasty exit, not daring to test just how strict the new president could be. As he scurried off to be the bearer of bad news, he read the innocent-seeming slip of paper, shaking his head in almost sincere grief for the districts. Almost.
'To show that in their war against the Capitol, the districts were fighting their own brethren, two tributes of each sex will be Reaped, and must immediately fight each other to the death onstage for the honor of competing in the Hunger Games.'