Behind Enemy Lines (Hunger Games): AU. S-Y-O-T open. Nothing in the Capitol can rest in peace forever, especially not for Panem, as the annual tradition must be upheld. To pay for their rebellions, the 100th Hunger Games will be a Quarter Quell. / Her heart skips a beat, "They're coming for us."

prologue

Footsteps lead to shadows, which loom in a threatening manner across the freshly polished linoleum floors, reflections easily seen, yet the individuals gathered outside a fine set of mahogany doors are not peering into the floor, adjusting their wigs, instead rather glaring outside of the windows, into the destruction of what used to be a magnificent nation, governed by no other than themselves. Somewhere, twelve districts away, the tributes are waiting, gathered to be prepared for the livestock; training sessions will follow soon after the reapings, but the ones who are waiting know what will be happening. A girl perches upon a dilapidated bench, the structure falling beneath her weight, crumbling through the sand as she falls onto the floor, eyes opening to a pair of trainers, who grimace, their lips turning maliciously into a smirk as they drive the sword through her stomach.

As if on instinct —which it might very well be, she turns over, driving a similar weapon through their hearts, smiling at the blood that comes draining out, and the weak expressions on their face as they beg for mercy, before standing up, brushing her hands out of the sand and rinsing the blood out. This will be an interesting games, she thinks to herself, following a paved path to the House, an iron made structure home to the Duke and Duchess of Panem, who sit, hands folded as the announcement is made, televised live.

"Congratulations, Panem," the Duke begins in a snide voice, sniveling. "You have very well asked for this from the start of the rebellions; as you all know, the Games are an annual tradition, that I like to think bring us together. As of now, we need that more than ever, which is why I'm asking you to start the procedures of the reapings; things might have been different before I was in power, but think differently now. Welcome to the 100th Annual Hunger Games, a Quarter Quell. Prepare to laugh and cry with your favourite tributes, and watch them die."

And, with that, the television snapped off, black screens turning towards a Family Guy cartoon, while the population of the country knew the end was coming.

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a/n: This is really short; but, then again, it's a prologue. I've had this SYOT idea for a long time, and I think that it would be really interesting if more people could submit tributes, but I think that two tributes per user will be good, if that's possible. I'll put the form below, but please remember to review the forms instead of PM'ing them to me, since I have a huge inbox. This is a first come, first serve basis, and all accepted tributes will be updated regularly on my profile. Thanks, and may the odds be ever in your favour, :) Also, if you've read this far, review "gallagher girl" for an extra point to your tribute, or a tribute of your choice. Each review/follow receives one point, along with a submission/unique idea for the games.

Name:

Gender:

Age:

District:

Height:

Weight (body type is fine, "pear shaped" or "lean")

Eye Color:

Hair Color:

Hair Style:

Specialty:

Favorite Weapon (optional, depending on the type of person):

Family Members:

Reasons to Win:

Romance (in the arena / pre-games)

Token:

Occupation (if any):

History/Background:

Family Status (poor, middle class, upper):

Are Any Family Members Past Victors? If so whom:

Hobbies:

Friends (if any, if there are some, limit them to about a close knit group of two or three good friends):

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