AU story in which the games where never stopped. Katniss won the 74th hunger games because Peeta ate the berries on accident before Foxface did.
Rules:
1. NO MARY SUES! Or else :3 (meh I'll probably kill them off in the bloodbath)
2. No Volunteering for a younger sibling (Only Katniss gets to do that because she is special :) )
3. Tributes are only accepted through PM
4. If you submit a tribute its your job to keep them alive. If I don't maintain good contact with you while I'm writing about YOUR character, I can guarantee you that they will be the first to go. (If you are going on vacation or something like that, let me know. I just don't want to feel abandoned :/ )
5. Anyone who reviews becomes a sponsor (even if they don't have a tribute). I'll make chapter 3 the sponsor's list which I will keep updated :)
And those are the rules. Play nice :3 And may the odds be ever in your favor ;)
He drummed his fingers on his desk, his eyes trained on the view of the enormous window to his right. Adrastus Torrance fixed his steely silver gaze on the Capitol below – the lights from various citizens still on despite the ungodly hour. Having been the head Gamemaker since the 97th Hunger Games he was used to waking up in the middle of the night because of his nightmares – his beautiful nightmares that inspired the arenas in each game. It was his last year as the head game maker, and he had vowed to himself that he would go out with a bang. The 124th games would be memorable, of that he would make sure.
A young man walked in, hair ruffled from sleep and similar grey eyes still drowsy as he stumbled over to him.
"Father? Its 3:37 in the morning, could this have waited until the sun came up?" Theo, his nineteen year old son, rubbed his eyes. His father hoped his son would change his mind about early mornings quickly, since he would be the next head Gamemaker.
"I know what the arena will look like this year." Adrastus drawled and instantly captured Theo's attention.
The young man closed the distance between his father and him, sitting down on the other side of the desk.
"What is it?" he asked, a look of excitement in his eyes.
His father gave him a small smile, the curled white mustache on his upper lip standing out like a flurry of snow on his father's face.
"A couple centuries ago son, there was an area of the US called the Everglades. Did you ever learn about that in school?"
Theo scrunched his eyes. The Everglades?
"A swamp, dad? Really?" He shook his head at the absurdity of the theme.
"Not just any swamp son… The Everglades were much more than that… Much more" he mumbled the last bit to himself before meeting his sons eyes once again.
"Our arena this year will be an Everglades type of setting. Essentially, it will be one big marsh, with a lot of mud and tall grasses. No fruit trees, no berry bushes. If they want to want to eat, they'll have to catch their food."
That perked up his son's interest.
"Now you're talking" he said with a smirk on his face.
"Now, this bit of the arena is my own twist. The sun will be directly overhead for an hour every day. The rest of the time it'll be a dark twilight. I think a nice and romantic hazy orange light will make things quite nice." He smiled, his lips stretching across his face.
His son shook his head.
"You're too much father. It's perfect. I'm sure the lighting of the arena will make it hard to see…problems… ahead" Theo patted his father on the back, still smirking.
"I only hope that I'm as good a Gamemaker as you one day"
*Tribute Form*
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