The 100th Hunger Games SYOT

by CrissKenobie-the-Numenorean

After the second failed rebellion,and to celebrate the past games there will be extended ages on all tributes, a past Victor from each district, and, to prove the districts reliance on the Capitol, no cornucopia... Our special guest, Haymich Abernathy, will be speaking shortly... SYOT.. Details on profile. (Currently Open) 10/3/15- only 8 places left out of 36

1. Chapter 1

The camera panned across the cheering, glittering, Capitol crowd. They had been whipped into a screaming frenzy jut moments before by their announcer, Noel Hayden, in preparation for the choosing of this year's Quarter Quell envelope.

"What do you think Panem? Do you want to know this year's surprise?" Yelled Noel over the crowd. Screams became impossibly loud "Yes? Well I give you President Kesser!" The crowd's cheers reached unimaginable heights before quieting down with a raise of Kesser's hand.

"What do you think Panem? Do you want to know this year's surprise?" Yelled Noel over the crowd. Screams became impossibly loud "Yes? Well I give you President Kesser!" The crowd's cheers reached unimaginable heights before quieting down with a raise of Kesser's hand.

"People of Panem! To celebrate 100 years of prosperity throughout the districts, and our first Quarter Quell since the Second Rebellion, this year's envelope will not be drawn by me! Oh no, it will be drawn by Diplomatic Visitor Haymich Abernathy!" Another wave of the President's perfect hand and from out of the wings was escorted Diplomatic Visitor Haymich.

His hair had long since turned white but his trademark scowl was still upon his face, and walked proudly, acting as if all he ever wanted was this moment right here.

He paused next to the President, a small smile gracing his features as the President slung one arm around his shoulders. They waited for the crowds to quiet down again. "So what do you think Haymich," began President Kesser as soon as possible, "should we give the people what they want?"

Another scream rose up from the crowd as Haymich nodded and motioned for a Avox to bring the envelope box.

With shaking hands, tremors unseen by the crowd, Haymich opened the box and extracted the envelope marked in frilly writing 100. He licked his lips nervously and spoke in a cheerful voice to the President. "Should I open it?" The crowd screamed yet again and the President chuckled. "I think that's a yes!"

Fingers still shaking Haymich delicately tore the seal on the envelope and pried it open, taking out the piece of paper he read in a trembling voice, "This Years Tributes, to celebrate both the past and the future, will be reaped from a pool of children ten to twenty years of age. Also, one Tribute extra will be reaped from each district, this one from the pool of previous Victors. And finally, this year there will be no cornucopia in the arena, testing the tributes endures and survival to the max."

As the crowd cheered Haymich was marched off stage, tears resting unspilt until the crowd was out of view. Once in private Haymich was chained and loaded in a van, no longer a Visitor, but a Prisoner. In the darkness his tears ran freely as he heard the final shout from the stage,

"May the odds be ever in your favor!"

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