Prologue 3: Gamemaker/Stylist
~Don't be afraid, close your eyes. Let me take you to places that you've never been tonight, I thought by now you'd realize, I can do anything I put my mind to~
Head Stylist-Nova Marcollo
Nova took a shaky breath as she took out an outfit which she thought she would it would be simple jeans and a light jacket as for all the other years. She's been head stylist since the Hunger Games had even begun and all these years, she marveled at the fact that the Hunger Games were phenomenal and were always an excitement.
Being head-stylist was an honour for her as she could actually keep the stylists in check and not have the incompetent-Xilas Klynn. He proclaimed that he was the head of the stylists, andwould encourage rude behaviours. He did it before she told him off and now she was dealing with semi-good stylists, usually ready to help each other. The perfect people for stylists but she knew they had problems as everyone did including her.
"What are those?" A stylist asked as he pointed to the clothes in the box. What lied in the box was a heavy winter coat with hat, gloves, scarf, thick material pants and snow boots which could only mean one thing; the arena was going to be cold. She just hoped there wouldn't be an incident that everyone is going to die by hyperthermia or so.
"Apparently these clothes are what the arena is going to be," she replied, as she took another box out. There lied the matching gray outfits with black gloves, hats, scarves and snow boots. "It's certainly unique than the regular outfits we have been getting for the forest themed arena."
"Won't the tributes be stiff and unable to move much?" someone piped up and Nova looked up to see a familiar black, cornrow bun with the matching dark skin to go with it-Druella. "I don't like being in heavy gear like this and I'm sure the tributes won't like it either."
"It's pathetic that's for sure," Yule chided in, which Nova rolled her eyes at.
Nova brushed the comments aside and continued to unpack the boxes filled with the tributes wear for the arena. This was going to be an interesting twist for it being a decade of the Hunger Games and hopefully, these games would give the audience satisfaction of the amount of blood and gore there is going to be that should last them until next year.
Nova brushed her bangs aside as she set out to work: organizing the clothes into twenty-four different piles and have the extras in store in case the tributes needed it, or helping the rookie stylists to get started. This was only the beginning that's for sure.
"Anyone have complaints for clothes?" Nova inquired her tone dripping with sarcasm but no one dared to voice their opinions. Good.
~And it's a permanent scar, you can't forget who you are, It don't matter where you go, they say we are who we are, When you cooking the raw and you're bad from the start, You as cold in your heart, you as cold as your heart~
Head Gamemaker-Tamlin Kendal
Tamlin looked at the scar that filled his mind with memories as he looked at them. He spent days without looking at them, but it's a scar that would remain for the rest of his life unless he covered it up with a tattoo. The scar reminded him who he once was.
A nobody.
Someone that came for a poor family barely salvaging food and having a roof over his head but he created a bigger name for himself and the money started rolling in, making him more richer. It wasn't until the Hunger Games were rolling around that he heard rumours of applying for the head game-maker's position for the Hunger Games.
He'd seen countless deaths, but that didn't affect him. It would go on for a while and no one would be able to stop the games at least for a long while. The districts had to know their punishment for their uprising, Idiots. He'd only been young as a boy when he saw his family killed right in front of him as rebels from the Capitol killed them.
No amount of time could take away from the pain, but he ignored it the best he could; he could watch the tributes kill each other anyday. It was more entertaining that way and best way to be pleased at the continuous results. Nine Victors throughout the nine years of the events.
He even made a small twist to the arena; modifying the way, it would work and if his calculations were correct. The Hunger Games would be phenomenal yet, and President Carstairs would be pleased with the result. He didn't want the president to have his head as it was rumoured that the last head game-maker was executed two days after the seventh Hunger Games for giving a failed arena.
Tamlin remembered those games well, and that was the year, the District 7 female ever won. Bloom Heavens of District 7 been sneaky throughout the games, playing her cards right but he knew the president was furious with the result. Winning only at fifteen was a miracle and put a record in the book for the youngest victor of the Hunger Games. An impressive win, if he wanted to add. He hadn't even been a game-maker yet, just someone making money before the head game-maker position opened up.
But now wasn't the time to think about the Hunger Games, he had an appointment with the President.
I apologize for the short length but I actually planning to do the rest of the mentors but I promise that would come next week maybe sooner (four day weekend). I update once a week, with no specific schedule. I have about fifteen chapters left to a story, so I'm planning to be finishing that soon and maybe have a small focus on this because writer's block sucks.
I received only a few submissions. Don't be afraid to make your character different. I enjoy writing diverse characters, sexuality, person of colour, gender, mental illnesses, et cetera. So don't be afraid. If you read some of my characters in SYOTs, I write quite a bit of people of colour, same gender parents, mental illnesses.
Edit: Had to change it to seventh for the sake of a character, and fix grammar mistakes. I won't be putting a deadline on it until I full received at least 1 submission per spot