A/N: Hey guys, sorry if you were waiting for a long time. Tributes have been few and far between, so don't forget to submit! I pretty much have district one, the females for district two, three, and eleven, and the males from five, six, and nine concrete. The rest can be moved or haven't been taken yet. You can find the form on the previous chapter. Hope everyone is enjoying this so far!

Evintra sat in a swivel chair, glancing over work the stylists had sent her at one of the conference tables in the gamemaker's headquarters. Some of her fellow gamemakers sat around her, staring at the pictures as well. One of them blew up an image on the touchscreen top, making it so that they could see every tiny detail.

"I like this one," the woman declared. The others murmured assent and disagreement, none making their opinion clear. "Well?" she asked, looking expectantly at everyone. "Can we use it?" Everyone muttered something noncommittal and looked over towards Evintra at the head of the table. The head gamemaker looked away, waving them on. She pressed her finger into her ear, like she was tuning them all out.

"Why don't you guys say anything?" the female gamemaker who had spoken up before asked, getting slightly annoyed. They all turned as one to look at her.

"You're new aren't you?" one gamemaker said, pointing accusingly at her. She blushed.

"Um, yes, I replaced Kez."

"Then let me explain to you how things work," he interrupted. "Just so you don't get killed, you know." The man glanced over at Evintra, who apparently wasn't paying any attention at all to the mini-meeting going on behind her back. "We don't voice our opinions. We don't talk out of turn. Basically, we're just here to nod and look supportive of whatever she says." He jerked a finger towards Evintra. "It's for your own good."

"But-!"

"No!" The man broke in. "Or do you want to find out what happened to your predecessor first hand?" The woman shook her head emphatically and seemed to shrink, blending into the crowd. Everyone sighed and looked towards Evintra expectantly. The head gamemaker took her finger off her ear.

"That was the president," she said quickly, standing up. Everyone else made a move to go as well, but Evintra waved for them to sit down. "I just have to go meet with him for a second, finish up without me." With that, she swept herself out of the room without a backward glance. All the gamemakers relaxed.

"What do we do now? Choose?" the new girl asked. Everyone rolled their eyes.

"No," the man from before replied. "That just means we can go, she'll come back at one in the morning and finish up." Everyone started to stand.

"Wait!" the woman cried. "Why don't we just choose a design?" the man laughed, along with all the other gamemakers.

"Trust us," another said. "Even if we did pick, it would be wrong. She'd end up choosing something different. 'Cuz with Evintra…" he paused, and all the gamemakers exchanged smirks. "What somebody else does, she can do better."

"It's true too!" the man from before piped up. With that, they all left, chatting and laughing and talking about how cute their little children were. Only the new girl stayed behind, looking at the sketches. They were all suits of some kind, and each had an underlay of mechanics and wires and tubing running through it. One looked like a wet suit, another a military uniform. They each looked so different, from their color schemes to their design. They had absolutely nothing in common. Except for a little note at the top of each. That said "BENDER" in all caps. In parenthesis were either earth, water, fire, or air. The woman sighed and spread each one out so it was evenly spaced across the table. She took a step back and looked hard at each, deciding.

"I know!" she said aloud. "We'll just use them all!" With that, she circled the lot.

Evintra sighed as she hurried around her apartment, collecting all the physical files and sketches she had drawn out. Her bedroom was an absolute pigsty, though she had no idea how it had ended up like that. Evintra's fingers twitched as she held all of her papers, debating whether or not she had enough time to clean up. Evintra groaned as she reasoned with herself.

"It is the president," she finally decided, and turned to leave.

"Whoa!" Damien shouted as Evintra bumped into him on her way out. He dropped the apple-orange crossbred fruit in his hand and rushed to pick it up off the floor.

"Brother…" Evintra said, her face falling. She was about to rush past him when she stopped and put a hand on her doorframe. "What are you doing here…exactly?"

"Well, I may or may not have been using this room as my own, but I don't think you can prove anything," Damien said, taking a bite out of the dropped fruit. Evintra cringed.

"It's my room Damien, don't you dare," Evintra growled, trying not to have a repeat of the numerous fights she'd had with her brother when they were both too young to go to school. Damien rolled his eyes.

"It's not your room if you don't use it." Evintra blushed.

"I have slept in the room..." Evintra trailed off, thinking back to when she had last actually slept at home. Nothing came to mind. She had always been working. Evintra growled "I don't have time for our usual petty quarrel, I have to meet with the president!" she snapped, striding past the man. Damien turned around, jogging to catch up with her.

"Wait! The president?!" Damien shouted. Evintra nodded curtly, already halfway out the front door. Damien put on a burst of speed and caught up with her, stopping her with a greasy hand.

"Wait, Evintra, why are you going to the president's?" She frowned. Not only had Damien actually called her by her real name, he seemed rather serious, and a bit worried. Who was this person? He wasn't the brother she'd known all her life.

"Damien…" Evintra started, growing irritated. "It is none of your business!" She made a move to go, but Damien's grip on her shoulder tightened. She was almost starting to get scared now.

"Evintra, why?" Damien insisted. She sighed.

"He just wants to talk about my plans for the games, he's heard some rumors. That's all." Damien seemed to let a breath out, but his grip on Evintra's arm was just as tight as he stared at her intently.

"Evintra, no matter what he says…just be strong, and don't believe a thing if you don't know it for certain." Evintra rolled her eyes.

"What are you saying?"

"Just…be careful," Damien finished, and released her, retreating back down the hallway, probably to sleep in her room. Evintra sighed. She just didn't care anymore.

Evintra walked up to the towering skyscraper in the center of the Capitol that served as the federal government for all of Panem. Really, it was state and town and district and everything else rolled into one. Evintra stared up at the glass building, which twisted slightly on its way up past the clouds. She sighed. She had once wanted to work there, wanted it more than anything. Arguably, she had the better job now, but that was up for debate.

"Time to see the President," Evintra muttered, and turned left, past the governmental center and towards a glamorous modern mansion.

A crowd of people already swamped the entrance, but when the Capitolites caught sight of Evintra, she became the center of attention.

"Miss Thisp! Miss Thisp! Evintra!" some reporters screeched at her. The other people were all smiling and clamoring for her as well, though they dared not to get too close, not with the President's personal guards keeping a watchful eye on everything.

Evintra ignored the hubbub with ease and walked gracefully toward the mansion, the guards opening the heavy gates for her themselves, while keeping others out. Evintra had been here many times over the course of her four year career, enough times for every single person on the President's staff to know her on site. Being head gamemaker led to high up connections. Very high up indeed.

"Welcome Miss Thisp," the president's assistant said, opening the door before the device implanted in the wood had time to decide whether she was worthy to enter or not. He must have been watching from inside, waiting.

"I thought the door was now self-opening, Garrison?" Evintra asked, narrowing her eyes and clutching her papers tightly. Why didn't she bring a briefcase? Oh, that's right, Damien.

"President Snow is always one to value human strength over technology," Garrison replied promptly, straightening the already straight collar on his uniform jacket.

"I'm sure he is," Evintra said, and swept herself down the hall, spine just a little straighter than it had been when she'd first entered.

Evintra made her way with practiced steps over to the President's office. It was at the very back of the mansion where there was a spectacular view of the entire city, probably why he'd put it there in the first place. To keep watch. Evintra opened the door, not bothering to knock.

"You wanted to see me Snow?" she asked, stepping into the ornate, wood paneled room.

"Evintra!" the elderly man cried, smiling and standing up. The President was slightly overweight, and looked a bit older than the last time she'd seen him. His gray hair was now streaked with white, and he was dressed in a thick, brocade robe. The President offered her a glass of wine.

"You're late, m'dear," he said, the hint of a threat in his voice. Evintra accepted the glass, and they both sat down at his desk. She put the papers down on the surface and spread them out.

"I'm sorry President Snow, I was…held up at home," The President rolled his eyes.

"I've told you time and again Evintra! It's Gregario. Not in public of course, but when it's just you and me…"

"I…don't understand sir," Evintra said, trying to focus on the papers. Why did she get the feeling this meeting wasn't really about them? "Why did you take up the surname Snow then, when you took up office? I know you have a different last name." Gregario laughed.

"Silly, silly Evintra," he replied with a smile. "You want to know why I picked Snow? Well I'll tell you." He sat back in his chair, setting down his wine and letting his hands rest on his stomach. "Snow is like a nice, pure white blanket. It covers everything evenly; it hides all the differences and makes things new. Best of all, it makes everything uniform. And that's our goal."

"It is?"

"Of course! Do you know what will happen when I die?" Gregario leaned forward seriously. Evintra was taken aback.

"Um…die?"

"Yes. Not all humans are young and beautiful forever you know." He laughed. "When I die, my predecessor will take up the surname Snow. It will be as I'd never even died in the first place. There will be no funeral either, no nothing. It will all take place as seamlessly as if I had gone on living."

"Is all this really necessary...sir?" Evintra asked, fidgeting slightly.

"Oh yes. If the Districts think that the President can change, how long before they think their own lives can too? With a new leader comes new possibilities, and mortality as well. They think we can be killed. It's best not to give them too much hope." Gregario leaned back, satisfied. "This leads us to the reason I called you over."

"Wasn't it to…"

"Later m'dear, later. I've just told you that change can lead to complications, didn't I?"

"Well, yes, but-!"

"But nothing! Change can lead to complications, right? So why." He leaned toward her dangerously. "Are you changing up the games?"

Evintra sat, rigid in her soft, cushiony seat. It was all thought out, each detail of his speech. He'd known exactly where this conversation had been going the moment she'd entered the room. She felt her heart beat slow down as she tried to control herself. She was Head gamemaker. She was Head gamemaker.

"The games are not really changing President," Evintra said carefully. "There will still be a winner, 23 losers, the arena, everything. It will just be a little more…exciting." Gregario leaned back at this, contemplating everything. He started to look over the sketches again.

"You know Evintra, I can see your point. Though I'm all for keeping up the status quo, I am getting a bit bored, and it's not even the Quarter Quell yet! And this does seem very interesting..." He glanced up, a sharp look in his eyes. "Have you watched the show?"

"Hm? Avatar the Last Airbender? Of course sir!"

"I have a problem with it," Gregario continued. "The kids in the show are fighting this…Fire Nation, are they not?"

"Yes…" Evintra trailed off.

"That's an open act of rebellion. By children. All this talk of children fighting seems an awful lot like the games, doesn't it?" Evintra began to sweat. She felt like shivering, but she had to hold herself together. Damien's words from earlier echoed in her head. Be careful.

"Don't worry sir. The districts are not being shown the show, so the idea of rebellion will never enter into their heads once they are shown the games. We also have plans to end the show in the Capitol before the actual finale, so that the rebellion against the Fire Nation is thought to never succeed. It is all taken care of." Evintra relaxed as she spoke, as if she could sense herself regaining control of the situation.

"I see," The President said, and turned around. "The sketches are promising. Keep doing what you're doing."

"Very good President Snow," Evintra said. She gathered her things and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Evintra?" Gregario broke in. "About the keeping rebellion in the districts under control? Just be careful." He said the last two words in a low, menacing voice, then broke into a smile. "Bye for now!"

Evintra left in a hurry. She was shuddering openly now as Garrison opened the door for her. He was smiling as well.