A/N: Okay, here are my requirements.
One, I'll accept two twelve-year-olds and one thirteen-year-old at most, or two thirteen-year-olds and one twelve-year-old. Two, any Sues or Stus will be killed in training. They're not making it to the Games. If they get in at all, which is unlikely.
Three, no volunteering for a relative or friend or because it's out of the goodness of a tribute's heart. Four, you can submit as many tributes as you like, but I will accept three at most.
Five, be detailed. I will not accept any tribute form that's just a random string of adjectives pushed together. I expect complete sentences, and you have to use my form. Six, I'm following the rules. You may only submit tributes by PM. PM me for the form.
Seven, I need eight bloodbaths, and if I don't get them, I'll choose from accepted tributes, which would be sad. However, if your bloodbath is submitted, I expect the character to still be developed as a non-bloodbath, and be interesting- after all, bloodbaths will still go through reapings, chariots, training, and interviews.
And eight, be creative. I don't own the Hunger Games.
The Eighty-fourth Annual Hunger Games
It's not a fairy tale.
The Capitol, Control Room, 7:04 PM
"You're basing the arena off of this..." The Gamemaker looked utterly lost as she stared at the book, which had a purple velvet cover.
"Storybook," Christelle Cambria supplied. She was the Head Gamemaker, and had been for exactly one year. "Before this place was Panem, in the days of North America, people told stories to their children. About princesses. Knights. All that ridiculous nonsense. They called them fairy tales, and wrote them down in this book."
It had been exactly ten years since the Nightlock Rebellion was started by a handful of berries. Christelle knew that people would be remembering the Seventy-fourth Games today, and she had to make sure this year's Games were brutal. One decade since the Girl on Fire first volunteered for her sister, Christelle remembered. It seemed more like a mere day since that savage rebellion the districts had thrown against the Capitol.
Azura Woods, the mentioned Gamemaker, flipped through several pages of the book, skimming the heavy, expensive pages, and picked up the luscious red apple sitting beside it, turning it over and over in her hands. "This...poisoned apple," Azura said uncertainly. "One half is poisoned, and the other pure?"
"Yes," Christelle said. "From that dimwitted story about Snow White, with the evil queen and Prince Charming."
Azura continued to turn over and over the apple, inspecting the smooth surface. It was solid and juicy, surely a wonderful snack for any starving tributes in the arena. She smiled. "Excellent," she said. "Wonderful idea. Basing the arena off all those fairy tales- I'm sure President Linnaeus Sunn will love it."
Christelle sighed. "To tell the truth, I think Ryver Snow was a better president than Linnaeus. Though Gracieux Northwood would never measure up to me, I have to admit that Gamemaker did ensure the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games was an interesting year."
"Yes, it was," Azura agreed, brushing her long, pale fingers over the round fruit. "But Christelle, what does the arena look like, exactly?" The other Gamemakers chorused in agreement over their curiosity.
Christelle smiled. "I thought you'd never ask." In one smooth movement, she pulled something out from under the huge table. It was a tall metal post with signs made of artificial wood on it, contrasting shaprly with the clean white room. The signs had arrows on them, pointing in different directions.
Christelle gestured to the post, which was about twice her size. "Look, I've divided the arena into different sections, and gave them names. Over here, for example-" She pointed to the top sign. "-indicates the apple orchard, where these apples right here will be planted. This post will be positioned near the Cornucopia. Multiple signs like this will indicate each area, and the tributes can choose. Of course, none of them have ever read a fairy tale." She smiled cruelly. "They won't have a happy ending."
She was interrupted when the youngest Gamemaker, a twenty-year-old girl named Tiger Lily Fox, rushed in. Her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just woken up, and she had a wild light in her eyes. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
"What?" Christelle barked sharply, displeased.
"I have the tribute list, ma'am!" Tiger Lily panted. A wrinkled piece of paper was in her hand. Christelle wrinkled her nose and accepted it, and her fellow Gamemakers huddled around to see the list.
District One
F: Lolita "Loli" Versacci (14)
M: Damian Nimbus Mykal (18)
District Two
F: Vanth "Vanitas" Helix (17)
M: Lysander "Sander" Caverly (18)
District Three
F: Brinn Copperfield (15)
M: Casper Odin (16)
District Four
F: Cymopoleia "Cymo" Blue Wavea (16)
M: Ceres Sometimes (18)
District Five
F: Irena Blink (16)
M: Jakob "Jake" Wilhelm (15)
District Six
F: Clover Legion (18)
M: Damacio Garek (15)
District Seven
F: Soirora Eloitz (15)
M: Wyborne Bailey Jr. (12)
District Eight
F: Yuu Kazuki Trieze (17)
M: Xader "Zel" Zhelgholzchiks (17)
District Nine
F: Thalia "Tali" Noveria (17)
M: Joshua Roger Freeman (12)
District Ten
F: Rosaline "Rosie" Osmund (14)
M: Samuel Korvin (16)
District Eleven
F: Theodora Smythe (16)
M: Cedar Swallow (18)
District Twelve
F: Odette "Duck" Meyers (15)
M: Levi Zeos (14)
The Gamemakers finished reading around the same time and automatically fixed their eyes expectantly on Christelle for her opinion.
"I can't say anything yet by names and ages," Christelle said cautiously. But then a small smirk crossed her lips. "But the tributes don't matter. The Eighty-fourth Hunger Games will still be the best."
The Gamemakers chorused agreement.
As each Gamemaker drifted out of the room, one by one, their work done for the day, Christelle reread the tribute list. She looked up, speaking coldly to someone that wasn't there.
"Watch out, my dear tributes. The Games aren't a fairy tale."
A/N: If you've already forgotten the rules, go back up and reread the previous author's note. This is NOT first come first serve, and I prefer tributes that haven't been recycled a dozen times. I'll probably add filler chapters to keep this updated. Don't forget to add details! Details details details detailsdetailsdetailsdetails detailsdetailsdetails-
Er, right. Details. I just realised the arena seems kind of like Disneyland. And remember, you have to use my form. After seeing submissions without my form, I'm a bit irritated. You have to use the form I give you, or else you won't be accepted. End of story. Oh, yes, and reservations last only 36 hours. The times I display for reserved spots may not come the same time due to different time zones, but I'll take the reservation off as soon as possible when time is up.
-Priscilla Xandri Silver