All credit to MadeInWicklow on Wattpad for the idea!
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President Ephraim Lion was a vile man, and nobody with a brain doubted it. If eyes were the windows to souls, his were the shutters- or worse, the reflection of how truly dark and twisted his nature was. Round, piggish and as impenetrable as a slab of stone, with just about the same amount of emotion as one. His olive skin was only slightly wrinkled, but his beard was aged by shocks of grey inbetween the wiry strands of black.
The set up was simple- a podium of smooth silver metal in the center of a sweeping stage, a microphone, and velvet padded silver chairs below the stage. When the president walked out, surrounded by his vice, a few bodyguards and this year's gamemaker- Vectora Locust - the whole room was filled with the most important of the capitolites. The room was awash with a spectrum of the brightest colours and latest avant garde fashions.
There was a little capitolite boy at the side of the stage, dressed in a tuxedo with gold trimming. Sandy hair slicked back, eyes lit with amazement. In his hands was a a scroll, perfectly tied together with a blue ribbon. The boy took light steps to the podium, and handed the scroll to the president.
"Thank you, Zachariah" The president's voice was low and grand, and he patted the boy on the head before Zach turned on his heels back to his former position.
"In order to honour the fact I am the third of the Lion family to be president, there will be three games, and a finale to decide the winner. The first games will be district one to four, the second district five to eight, and the third district nine to twelve. The eight left in each games will earn a place in the final games."
He left, while cameras flashed and the audience whispered with joy.