Disclaimer: Ben does not own Hunger Games. The two OCs are mine though.

The Capitol: President Mcgee POV

It was definitely safe to assume the president wasn't a fan of the Games. At least, these last few.

President Spanky Mcgee, President of all of Panem, was in the Capitol building where he lived. Branching off his room rest a balcony, in which Mcgee was sitting on in a wooden handmade chair. He was about in his mid-forties, his blonde hair still curly over the years of aging. He was wearing a wrinkled silver suit, obviously one of those really expensive rest suits that you can wear to bed. Mcgee was pondering to himself, looking at the stars.

"What should we have for this year's games?" he mused to himself.

There was a knock on his bedroom door. Mcgee called, "Come in, it's open!" He heard a shuffling of the door opening and the guest coming toward him. He shifted his head to get a good look at the visitor. He was welcomed by the site of his associate and best friend Grover Hoopoe.

Grover was on the younger side, about in his late-twenties. He was Mcgee's right hand man, as well as the Head Game Maker for the Hunger Games. He had replaced the previous one from last year since the previous one had a… 'Incident'. Grover was wearing a red button-up shirt with a matching red-black-and white striped bow-tie. Grover gave a slight nod to the President, which the older man returned.

"Good evening, old friend," Mcgee said, pleasantly holding out his hand. Grover gripped it firmly and the two shook. "What brings you to my humble room?"

Grover's stance stiffened, which did not go unnoticed by Mcgee. As president, it was a necessary skill to be able to read people. Grover was among the easier ones to read, being Mcgee's longest friend that was still alive. Mcgee raised a careful eyebrow.

"Grover, I know you're not one for social visits. What's this about?" Mcgee asked.

"It's about the next Games here in the summer," Grover said, shifting uncomfortably.

Mcgee raised another eyebrow. The Games? Grover having trouble? No, no, that doesn't seem right. Grover never has trouble. He can succeed in anything Mcgee assigns him to do. It is why Grover was next in line as president.

"Grover, old friend, what is possibly troubling you about the Games?" Mcgee asked. "They go without a hitch every year. Sure, I'd wish for a more entertaining set of Games this year, but you can't worry about them if you have no Tributes to worry about quite yet."

"That's what I wanted to talk about," Grover said, shifting nervously again. "You see… I've noticed these past few games have been quite dull and not as interesting as some previous ones were. I was wondering if you had any suggestions for the arena this year, something that would stand out."

This was a fair question, one that Mcgee could admit he had been thinking about. The past few arenas were lame. Plain old forests, painstakingly dull deserts, even a no land water arena. These have all been done before, and they had gotten old. There needed to be a new flair, something never done before. Something extra ordinary.

Mcgee cast his gaze to the stars. They glowed so brightly. He had sometimes wished he had the power of a star. The ability to burn away all the impurities this country had left over. There has been some small upstarts all across Panem. Small rebellion's beginning to brew. He needed to stomp out the fires with fire. He needed to burn away all hope they had left. But how?

Mcgee's star gazing soon dropped to that of the Capitol itself. It was a beautiful city, he had to admit it. Its beauty that of Panem's creation, not that of the past. The past was behind them, no longer deluding the Capitol. But still, it lingered in the Districts, as if it were fresh in their minds. That they still had freedom; that they ruled equally. That they were individuals.

Thinking on this, Mcgee's thoughts began to expand, a smile playing on his lips. "Grover," he said at last, keeping his excitement from his voice. "I think I might have an arena that would serve many needs of this country. Something that will stomp out any hope left in this world. Enough to make that hope nothing but a fantastic dream, showing the whole of Panem the cold hard reality which is the Capitol."

BN: I didn't expect to get that out as fast as I did. I was going to work on a different project, but when I saw my SYOT submission slip wasn't doing very well, I figured this might get some readers to advertise better.

These will be the main characters of the capitol. You didn't see a lot of Grover this chapter, but you'll see more of him. How well did I do with Mcgee? Like him? Hate him? Not quite sure yet? It's all right if you didn't like him. This is a new experience, something I haven't tried before. I'm going to be very open to criticism, as I need improvement for this fandom.

Also, so you know, this is still a SYOT. I am in dire need for tributes. I will write more starter chapters to get a feel of other characters that will appear in this story, but I cannot start the main plot until I get Tribute submissions. I will still be gone over the summer, but please submit in that time period I am gone. I will start mass producing this story in September if I get enough Tributes.

The submission form has been moved over to my profile. Please fill that out and PM me. The sooner you submit, the sooner I can start getting a plot going.

So, what did you think? Do you think you can guess what the arena might be? Give me your thoughts in a review. Any and all feedback is definitely welcome.