There were many names for Centalia Viper, each more pleasing to the ear than the last.
The iron woman.
The silver-tongued queen.
A snake in the grass.
With each label gained the young lady grew more ambitious, more determined to rise higher into the world of political intrigue, cruelty, and decent. Eventually this paid off; she achieved her goal, through sheer willpower and no small amount of deception and lies. One last title, the best you could have.
Gamemaker for the 60th Hungergames.
As Centalia leafed through the documents on her desk (some criticized her for her lack of organizational skills - those unfortunates were never heard from again) she allowed herself a victory moment of relaxation. She had earned this office, this desk, and these papers. Everything in this room was hers due to her work and her work alone.
But after this brief feeling of accomplishment passed, she focused her mind on the more important things. The previous gamemaker, a hulking brute of a man Centalia herself had only met once and never cared to again, had lasted three years. His games were bloody, his arenas small to maximize bloodshed and minimize brainwork, and his process entirely too uninteresting for her own tastes. Eventually the Capitol had grown restless, as his games were short and repetitive, and she had jumped on the chance. Convincing President Snow that he needed replacing (and that she herself was the perfect candidate for the job) had only taken a few careful words in the right people's ears.
She scoffed as she recalled those past games; she knew she could do better. And now she would be able to. That chance was within reach.
The games would be brutal, of course - the people of the capitol loved that, and so did Centalia - but they would also be so much more. The arena she had lovingly crafted was specifically engineered to force both fighting skills and some amount of intelligence. Altogether she was sure these games would be the perfect balance of bloody and interesting.
At the very least it would give her something to look forward to.
After being convinced to do this I figured I might as well go all the way. Please submit your tributes to me via PM using the application form on my profile page. Currently the only reserved spots are for the district three male and the district twelve female.
Have fun, and may the odds be ever in your favor.