Tybalt Epeius logged off his video chat with President Snow. Then and there he knew he had to work hard to please the President. He wouldn't want to be headless after the games, he thought.

He sat up off his desk and began walking out of his office. Grabbing his black leather coat off the rack and he went off strolling down the stairs of his building. He pushed open the double doors to the outside world and was immediately struck by the blinding lights of the sun. He used his hand to shield the lights away from his cold reddish brown eyes.

The sun, oh, how much he hated that retched thing. Always getting in his eyes, burning his skin. And besides, who really needs to have the sun? With the technologies in the Capitol, people could survive off of artificially made sunlight. So the sun is basically just there to taunt him, he thought.

Luckily for him, he was directly under a sun blocker attached to the plaza he was in. So he didn't really have to worry about it, he just kept walking.

Tybalt kept his pale hands hid in his coat pockets. He passed people giving him glares and such, looking at his unkempt jet black hair and whitish pale skin it'd be hard not to be disgusted. Tybalt just sneered at them back.

He turned a corner onto a street that was much more thinner in size. But, on the outliers it was definitely more greener. Palm trees lined up the road like lights by a red carpet. This exquisite area of the the Capitol was known as Emerald Park. It's bright green trees and grass might've influenced it's name, agreeably. But it's fundamental nature certainly causes it to shine like an emerald.

Tybalt went in the park, he was glad to see that there were basically no people there. He took a stroll around the vast gardens, admired the stone water fountain, and breathed in the fresh air. He was very well relaxed in this heaven on earth. But, of course, Tybalt wasn't here to admire the scaping.

He decided to take out his notebook and jot down some ideas that came to mind as he viewed the freshly trimmed and faded bushes. Which reminded him of how the arena would look, he just couldn't wait to see the finishing touches being added on.

He took a deep breath, and began scribbling down what he saw, he needed some motivation to construct to the arena, besides. Was he really going to come up with everything in his brain? He wrote down some notes of the greenery, but not long after a family walked in.

The family looked as if they had just came from something fun and exciting. It was a mom and a dad, with three children, two very young, maybe five or six year old boys and a toddler girl. Who were strolling around the park, looking as happy as they could be. They all sat down on a bench, directly in the sight of Tybalt Epeius. Who was annoyed beyond belief.

He never liked children, they always reminded him of his past. Which was not something Tybalt liked to talk about. He always liked being around older people, and with him being at the young age of twenty-seven being the head-gamemaker was the perfect job for him. Especially with the power of being able to control an entire arena with the snap of his voice, he loved that. And so, he continued to jot down various things that came to mind that could be an extension to the jungle of the arena.

He thought of being able to add several kinds of mutations, but he didn't want the games to end so very quickly.

Just then, he thought of something… Oh my god. This is brilliant! Tybalt thought, then and there he started writing down paragraphs of ideas, he wrote quickly so the ideas wouldn't fade away from him so fast. Where did I come up with this stuff? He thought as he wrote down a snippet of an excerpt.

Tybalt had an epiphany, he knew that these were going to be the greatest games yet. He also had a plan, a sickening plan. He fathomed that it wasn't all just about the entertainment of the capitol. But, he had a plan to keep the districts where they were. He knew this since before the job interview for Head Gamemaker. If a rebellion did ensue, he would be mummified for it. It was his job to take charge of this after all, he had to design an arena which would stop anything from emerging in the districts.

He looked up from his notepad and came eye-to-eye with one of the children. She looked at him like a deer in the headlights. He watched at how she looked at him with pride etched on her face, and how she took out a cookie from her lunchbox and took a loud bite out of it, her chewing loud and obnoxious.

Tybalt sneered at the girl.

So… He thought.

It's war, then.

An update from me! Hooray! So this was just a recap of what Tybalt's life is like. Aside from being the cruel game maker of the 48th annual Hunger Games.. Speaking of which, I only have 9 submissions so far, so if you're willing to submit another tribute or you're just now stumbling upon this. Go ahead and get those tribute- making-juices into work! Until next time!

~Singlewave