The sound of paper tearing filled the room once more. A raven haired woman let out a primal growl as she rubbed her bloodshot eyes. She just couldn't do it. No matter what she did she couldn't think up a good enough concept for the upcoming games.
The floor around Dahlia Wieler was covered with various torn up blue prints as well as energy bar wrappers. The table in front of her littered with empty mugs that once held coffee and more wrappers. She pressed a small button on her desk and spoke into a small microphone, "Can you bring in my other plans" she asked, "and another cup of coffee" she quickly added.
A few moments later her assistant, Reaver Jones, entered. Reaver had her light blue hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, her lips the brightest shade of red you could find. She placed a stack of papers in front of Dahlia and the coffee cup besides them.
"Can I get you anything else ma'am?" Reaver asked.
"A new job…" Dahlia replied, them both sharing a laugh. "No, that will be all for now Reaver" she said. Reaver nodded and left the office and Dahlia looked at the first of the many plans. Her violet eyes skimmed the page and a smile started forming. She had completely forgotten about this idea she had come up with before she was promoted. It needed some work but she knew this years arena will be one nobody will ever forget.
A/N: So, here we go. This is the first fan fiction I will write on here and jumping head first into the deep end with an SYOT. The form is up on my profile and please send through PM only. This in review will be ignored.