(Hey everyone! This is going to be an SYOT. If you're interested in participating, please look at my profile for the tribute form and PM me with your tribute! I will NOT accept tributes who were submitted through reviews. I'll set up the sponsor system after we have all our tributes. Thanks and happy hunger games! :))
The Capitol was abuzz with excitement. Preparations were being made as the time to select twenty four new tributes to participate in the annual hunger games drew nearer. Of course, there was no higher honor for the children of the districts than to be among the chosen. Who wouldn't wish to challenge their odds in the arena, battling for fame and glory?
The training center was especially humming with enthusiasm. Avoxes prepared the rooms for their special young guests, mentors, and escorts. In the meantime, trainers were busy readying the different stations. Weapons were tested and polished to gleam in the florescent lights. Other teaching materials such as plants, herbs, and naturally occurring paints were gathered. The training center floors were scrubbed until they sparkled perfectly. A large group of cooks were brought in as well. Several would accompany the escorts to their respective districts. The others would remain behind and begin preparing all the miraculous dishes the Capitol had to offer. Gamemakers sat huddled together in a separate room, discussing the many trials this year's group would have to face to survive.
Little by little, everything fell into place, and at long last the escorts boarded the trains, ready to head off to each district to retrieve a young boy and girl, as well as their mentors for the games ahead. A large crowd had gathered, particularly around the trains that would venture to districts 1, 2, and 4, the career districts, in hopes that some strong tributes would be chosen that year.
As the escorts stood waving from the windows, the train engines slowly started up, and they pulled out of the station one by one, starting with district 1, then 2, and so forth, until all of the twelve trains had left, off to collect the necessary tributes for the games. The crowd dwindled away after their interest had faded, leaving merely the camera crew.
In his mansion, the president watched the event from his office. "Let the hunger games begin," he chuckled quietly to himself, a smirk visible on his face.
(I promise the actual story will be written better than that. I just wanted to post something besides the form so I wouldn't be breaking the rules. ^.^' Again, the form can be found in my profile. Please submit a tribute if you have the chance to!)