Hello! This is a reboot of a SYOT I first created a long time ago that basically only got through about three Reapings, I've written SYOTS (most completed except for this one and one other) and I really have gotten inspired again to give this another shot. I've grown as a writer and I'm older now, so keep that in mind when reading my older work.
If anyone for them original wish to resubmit their characters they can, but I doubt any are still around so as of the moment all spots are open! All writing in this new reboot is new and not from the old story.
Rules and form are on my profile. Tributes by PM ONLY!
District Six Mentor: Lilith Melloni
I exist in a world of terror- a world of monsters and darkness.
Things weren't always like this. When I was young I looked at things through a pair of rose-colored lenses, my family's wealth protected me from the horrors and disgust of this place I'm forced to call home. But not any amount of money could've protected me from what happened after my seventeenth birthday.
I had my perfect little world torn from me and ripped into a million pieces that would soon be squashed and burned by the evils of a harsh reality.
I no longer have faith that this world has ever not been this disgusting and filthy, swarming with pests and monsters all desperately stealing and killing away at each other to survive.
No one is honest. No one is real. All everyone has ever done to me is lie. They told me things could be better for us all, even my best friend is nothing but a liar. She told me if I lived that I would be saved.
There is no saving for any of us, for the moment my name was called my fate was sealed. I shouldn't even be alive. Why should some rich girl with no talents be the one to survive out of twenty-three others children, some as young as twelve. I saw a twelve year-old girl have her heart ripped straight out of her chest! What kind of world am I living in?
That's the thing; I 'm not living anymore. I'm an empty shell that has been dolled up in makeup with a grotesque smile plastered onto my Capitol perfected features. It's all so fake, plastic.
It's all just for the audience- for a good a show.
Until this day I live in the fear the Arena manifested in me, I exist in fear that one day I'll forget how disgusting humanity truly is.
Obviously future chapters will be much longer :)