It was dark in the cold gamemakers office. A soft buzz was all that could be heard at that time of night. It was not an uncommon occurrence at that time of year. It was a few months from the 42nd Hunger Games and excitement was in the air. A man sat in front of a projector, staring deeply at the image in front of him. A map for an intricate series of caves was displayed. He narrowed his eyes.

"Lincoln?" the man cut off the screen. He turned around and found a silhouette in his doorway. He rolled his eyes,

"Yes Jezebel?" he grumbled. The woman glared at him,

"It's 10:30, go home. I need to go home too," she growled. He rolled his eyes.

"You don't understand, I'm so-"

"So close, you're so close to creating the perfect arena. You've been saying that for the past two months. Lincoln, please go home, you don't need to have finalized plans for another two weeks. Those are just the plans, building won't even start for another month and a half," She looked at the man sadly. Crossing her arms, she moved toward the soft glow of the projector.

"Jez, please. Just go home, technically you're my secretary so you have no reason to be here," he mumbled, waving her away lazily. His hand was grabbed out of the air as he was pulled up from his office chair.

"Lincoln Diel! You listen to me right now. I may be your secretary, but I am your friend first, and obviously you need a good friend right now to stop you from working yourself," Lincoln tried to yank his hand away furiously,

"Jez! How could you? You know this could give me the promotion I've been waiting for!" breathing heavily, he stared down at her. "Jez, please. I need to do this. You know I want to be head gamemaker more than anything else in the world. With Leopold retiring, the jobs is up for grabs in the next year. This is my last chance," He held his breath for a moment, tension evident in the air. Sighing sadly, Jezebel let go of his hand.

"Promise you'll go home within the next half an hour?" she asked gently. Lincoln smiled and pat her shoulder,

"I'll be in bed by midnight," he proclaimed. Jezebel giggled softly,

"Ok, goodnight Link," she called as she walked out the door.

"Goodnight Jez!" he called back and she closed the door. A few moments later, if someone were listening, the beeping of a simulation for various arenas started to play. Lincoln smiled to himself.

"President Holsten will be so proud of me," he declared to himself. He let the simulation run its course as he packed up for the night. No one was going to take this from him. His tributes were in for one hell of a ride.

Hi everyone!

Thanks for checking out this SYOT I'm creating. For the most part this won't function on a first come, first serve basis. Characters with depth and personality are really the most fun to write and the most fun to see in action. If I have questions about your character and want you to flesh them out a bit more, I will probably message you back and ask. Even bloodbath tributes will get their time in the sun. I'll take a maximum of three submissions per person. The form in down below and on my profile, PM me with your submissions.

Thanks!

Dia

Name: First and last please

Age:

District:

Appearance:

History/Backstory: Detail is appreciated

Personality: Go into detail here. Likes, dislikes, pet peeves, fears, if you have it I want to know it.

Family: Details about relationships and backgrounds please

Friends: A little bit of personality is good

Reaping Outfit:

Any Preparation for Reaping/Games?:

Reaped/Volunteered?:

Reaction to Reaping:

Token?(Optional):

Parade Outfit Ideas:

Training: Where do they spend time? What alliances to they try to form? Ect.

Private Session(Optional):

Training Score(Optional):

Interview Angle:

Interview Outfit:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Weapon of Choice:

Bloodbath Tribute?: Be honest

Potential Alliances?:

Predicted Placement?(realistically):