Hello everyone! Welcome to my new SYOT! You can find the form on my profile, and the rules are listed there. Please note, if you're tribute is sent in by review, it will be deleted, and will not be used. For now, please enjoy this little prologue I typed up to hopefully get you excited for what's in store. Happy Reading!
A woman who is dressed in a black dress with black stilettos walks through the bright white room to the center table. There she taps her long crimson nails against the table and looks around at the array of Gamemakers that are under her command. The woman is named Lynia Thryker, and she is the Head Gamemaker for the 123rd Hunger Games. The room before her is hustling and bustling putting the final touches on her perfect arena.
"Pondra!" Thryker calls out. A small portly woman with purple hair jumps to her side. "Do you have my final presentation of the arena ready for the president?" Without a single word, Pondra holds out what looks like a small sheet of glass to her boss. "Thank you very much," Thryker says with a nod. After nodding her goodbye to the assistant, the Head Gamemaker walks back out of the brightly lit room and into her office.
The office is very dimly lit; a great contrast to the room that she had just emerged from. She sat down behind her black desk and laid the sheet of glass out in front of her. Tapping the shiny surface with one of her talon-like nails, light emerged from the glass out of nowhere. Before her lay a 3-Dimensional representation of what her arena would look like. It is a very large arena, much larger than the years prior. The sprawling map before her had many different types of terrain.
In the center of the rectangular map, lay the cornucopia. The large golden structure was surrounded by open plains on one side, and thick forest on the other. These vast plains eventually would run into forest as well, miles and miles away from the cornucopia. The forest closest to the cornucopia however, hides a large freshwater lake. In the distance you can see a summit of a large mountain, and hear a waterfall crashing into the river that opens into the lake. Moving right from the bottom left corner of the arena, the terrain slopes sharply downward, forming a canyon. At the bottom of this canyon is a raging river. Heading up now past the plains and through the forest beyond, she analyzes the small village that she concocted and strategically hid items. In the top left corner of the arena, hidden by the forest, lay a beach, with a saltwater ocean fading into the horizon.
All of these different types of land will have the tributes challenged, and spread out in many locations. This, along with the magnificent mutts that the genetics division has supplied them with will sure give an amazing year of the games. After making sure that all of the hidden nooks and crannies are in order, Thryker taps the glass again, and the map of the arena disappears. The Head Gamemaker rises from her desk and begins to pace around the room. This will be her first presentation as Head Gamemaker to President Risio.
Ever since she was appointed to her position, she has felt the enormous pressure of Risio. Thryker desperately wants to impress the man, and is thinking of ways to do this as she paces her office. The last few games have unimpressive. The past two alone each only lasted five days. Citizens in the Capitol were furious that their little sport didn't last as long as it normally does. Displeasure in the Capitol lead to the appointment of Thryker, who met the daunting task of turning the games around.
Thryker looked at the clock on the wall. It was 7:57, only three minutes until she is due to meet with the president. She begins to swiftly tidy things up around the dark office. She makes sure that all of her papers are neat and orderly, and makes sure there is no clutter. The minutes could not tick by slower for Thryker, who quickly checked her reflection in a medium sized mirror that is mounted on the wall. She pushed back her jet black hair behind her ears and double checks that her makeup is right.
All of a sudden she hears a buzzing echo through her office, and hears a voice speak through the intercom. "President Risio will be entering momentarily" the voice declares. Thryker puts on her best smile, and waits for the president of Panem to walk through her doors. Sure enough, seconds later, the black door slides open, and a tall, thin man with dark brown hair walks in.
"Mr. President! What a delight it is to see you!" beams Thryker, putting on a falsely high voice.
"The honor is mine, my dear," Risio says. Thryker gestures to the open seat in front of her desk and asks the president to sit down. Once he is seated, Thryker moves around to the opposite side of the desk and takes her seat. "Now, show me this arena of yours."
The shower comes to life at the touch of a few buttons, and Thryker steps in, selecting her usual choices of soaps and scents. After the shower squirts soap of every color imaginable, Thryker finally rinses it all down the drain, and steps out onto the cool tile outside. It wasn't long, however, until the automatic dryers come on and the heated air dries her off within seconds. After slipping into her satin nightgown and tying her hair back, Lynia walks into her dark bedroom on the 132nd floor of her building.
Thryker plops down on her magnificently large bed after a hard day of work. Her presentation with the president went surprisingly well. He was open to all of her ideas about the arena and is looking forward to how it is going to be translated into reality. Lynia pulls the dark covers up to her chin and looks out the large window ahead of her at the gleaming Capitol below. She had always loved this city with her whole being. She loves the lights, the activities, the fashion, the technology. However more importantly she loves the games. When she was a little girl she had always dreamed of being one of the people who put the games on every year.
She never imagined she would be where she is now. All of the possibilities whir through her head as she looks at the skyscrapers just outside her window. If these games go according to plan, she would have a very successful and long career ahead of her. She has the chance to leave her legacy on the Hunger Games forever.
The hustle and bustle of the city becomes farther away now, as Thryker begins to drift off to sleep. She dreams of all of the fame and fortune she will obtain after being the mastermind behind the 123rd annual Hunger Games. In these games, the tributes will never be safe.
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