Mella seethes as she reads the President's note. She crumples it into a ball and shoves it into her desk. She signs rapidly to the Avox man who delivered the note to her. Sign language, though thought to be a dead language is very much alive in this day and age. Luckily, thought Mella, neither President Glassnoire nor any of her advisors would know anything about signing.

"Has she gone absolutely insane, Merryweather?"

The Avox shrugs.

"I just assumed that she has always been insane"

Mella shakes her head.

"She was different once, but I'd rather not get into that."

They had been playmates as children and then classmates in school. Amery De Glassnoire had been her first everything. Amery and Mella it used to be, forever and always. What ever happened to that? She thinks before scolding herself for getting off task.

"This is a terrible twist, any fool could tell her that this will cause riots."

Merryweather frowns.

"She said that she thinks it will show the districts that they are inherently treacherous."

Mella laughs, harsh and barking.

"At the very least it'll cause infighting." Merryweather cocks his head slightly and she continues. "Think about it, if a butcher's boy gets reaped and takes the mayor with him, then his family get attacked and retaliates, not to mention the fact that most people in the Districts are legally if not biologically related."

"You already know what I think we should do Mella." He reaches over the desk to take her hand, guiding it over the raised edges of a scar which disappears under a frayed white eyepatch. Mella wonders idly the eye that used to be underneath. Was it as stunningly green as his good eyes? Did it have a gold star shaped ring around it? She looks at the ground in shame as she imagines how Amery, sliced it open in front of him after she pulled it out. She had never thought her capable of such a thing before she had found him gushing blood and weeping in the corner of her lover's office. She pulls her hand away.

"We need to stop her." She rubs at her eyes as they begin to flood with tears. "She isn't the woman I love anymore."

Merryweather crosses around the desk silently in both movement and of course, speech and embraces her as she collapses bonelessly. He holds her for hours, comforting her, not caring about the punishment he would receive if someone saw them like this.

Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I have the Tribute list up on my profile. Shoutout to SemperFidelius92 and MoonlightSunlightEclipse. Anyway Mella Flourish is the Head Gamemaker for this and she's also the head of the rebellion, the next couple chapters will likely focus on the main players in the rebellion, once I get every tribute in, I'll write the reapings. In these before chapters I might introduce a couple Stylists and maybe some Mentors and Escorts, so send those in. Also I am now only accepting Tributes throught PM. D11 and D7 are the only two full districts.