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Capitol: Grover Hoopoe POV

Grover Hoopoe, Head Gamemaker of the Hunger Games, was standing in his office of the Training Building. He didn't know why, but he always found he could do his best work where the Tributes year after year trained. Ironically he planned most of their deaths where they trained to not die, but hey, irony was one of his favorite uses of time.

Grover sighed, thinking back to when he was just one of the other Gamemakers. He wasn't really important then, just the one guy who simply planned annoying Tribute's deaths. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. He loved toying with the Tributes chances, making them hope beyond belief that they were going to win then find some creative way of killing them. It was just he was never given any credit for it.

Of course Head Gamemaker Name got all the attention. He was the 'brains' of the operation. Grover sneered at a nearby plant at remembrance of his old college. Name was never focused on the job. He only enjoyed watching all the tributes kill each other. Then, when the time came, he went out and claimed all the glory of causing it all. Grover couldn't but feel disgust for Name's lies. He hardly did anything with the Games, other than just watch. It was why the last few made the Capitol riot the streets.

He was kind of glad when McGee had pulled him aside to talk about the games last year. The President had always been a close friend to Grover's, one of the few people McGee could trust. Grover felt that he could admit that Name was doing a bad job and that he could do a much better job. He hadn't expected McGee to actually kill Name, supposedly for treason. Heck, Grover was shocked beyond belief when McGee told him the day of Name's execution that he was the replacement Head Gamemaker. However, Grover didn't complain. He felt honored the President didn't doubt his abilities.

Then he gave him his arena scenario.

"I'm sure you don't remember it. I sure don't, only stories my great-grandfather passed down, warning us of freedome and choice," McGee had told Grover the night before. "But, a long time ago, there was one city much like the Capitol. Less advanced, of course, but still quite bright. It was a symbol of such freedom and choice. Where people could go to escape societies like the one we live in."

"I've seen a picture from the old days," McGee continued. "Just one. It's a glorious city, shame it was destroyed when the rise of Panem came. But there was one other thing. A statue. Liberty, I think she's called."

At this point, Grover remembered McGee leaning in real close. There was a fire in McGee's eyes Grover had never seen before. A fire of hatred. "I want you to burn it."

After that, Grover had spent the past two days finding anything and everything of the past city Mcgee had described. It was hard, considering the past Presidents had destroyed any evidence of the past civilizations that Mcgee spoke off. It was hard enough to get the basic designs for the city (having found an old photograph deep within the basement of the Capitol Building) but there was no sign of any statue.

Grover sighed, leaning into his chair. "Looks like I'll have to find my neck size for my noose," he grumbled solemly. He knew President Mcgee wouldn't hang him. That was out of fashion. If anything, he would wheel out the guillotine and chop his head off in front of all Panem. Mcgee was definitely one of the more sadistic Presidents that was for sure.

Giving up, he gathered up his papers he had scattered acrossed his desk and filed them away. He was about to leave when he heard a few quiet knocks on his door. Suspicious since all the other people had left, Grover answered, "It's unlocked."

The door opened and a man walked in. This man had blonde hair, in his late teens, and wearing an open black button up shirt and tatter blue shorts. His face was chiseled, as if he were carved by the best artist in the universe. He had an aura of popularity, as if you just wanted to be around him so you'd be noticed. He had on a scowl, which did not fit in with his looks.

"You Grover Hoopoe?" he said in a low voice.

Grover regarded the man carefully. He knew how to deal with Capitolites: avoid them because they always wanted something. But this man… he wasn't like typical Capitolites. He wasn't there because he wanted something… he was there because he wanted to give something.

"Who's asking?" Grover asked, deciding to take the safe approach.

"Someone who can help you with your statue issue," the mysterious man mummered. From his open shirt, he reached and produced a manila folder. He promptly chucked it across Grover's desk. Grover grabbed the folder and looked inside. There were pictures of a tall green lady, holding a torch and wearing a crown. She looked the lady Mcgee had described.

Grover looked up, suspicious. "How did you know I needed this?" Grover asked. "The Arena isn't public yet. Only President Mcgee and I know the Arena theme."

The man chuckled, his scowl replaced with a smirk. "My, ah, 'Sources' told me. Don't ask me who it is. He, ah, prefers to not be recognized in these kinds of events," he replied. Grover gave him a confused look, making the man boom in laughter. "That cracks me up everytime," he said, wiping away a tear. "Look, I helped you out. Remember that when I come asking for a favor in the future."

The man reached for the door and opened it. He was about to depart into the shadows when Grover asked, "I would like a name to the person when you come to ask me about the favor."

The man chuckled again. "That would take away all the fun, wouldn't it?" the man said, giving Grover a toothy grin. Something about it seemed… off. "As my Source would say, 'Ym eman si sdrawkcab morf a tsap rotciv morf eht tsap evif-ytnewt sreay.' I'll be seeing you later." And with that, the man promptly walked off.

BN: How was that everyone? I'm not sure how well done that was. It could have been a bit better, but I got what I wanted across. You now know the Arena I have chosen. I will explain more as we come closer to the games.

What did you think of that new character? Trust me, you'll see him again. Quite soon, actually. As in, probably in a chapter or two. He plays a major role in the story.

Also, I need to make an announcement. Due to this story not quite hitting it off like I expected, I think I will cancel the SYOT. This story will continue as planned, only with my own OCs as Tributes. That being said, I'm still accepting Tributes for the sequel. So, as you continue reading, feel free to submit the Tribute for the NEXT story. There won't be a sponsor system this time around because of this. Sorry, but this story will be souly my responsibility.

So, yeah. You can still submit Tributes for the sequel, so feel free. The Reapings will begin next chapter. I will be going in order, one chapter per District. So, the next chapter will feature District 1.

Also, who do you think the 'Source' is? He/she won't be revealed until a long time from now but… you've already met him/her. I'll leave it at that.

Also, this story is nowhere near my priority. Sorry if you guys get captured in it, but TDASB will always and forever be my top priority. Once that series is done, perhaps this will become my major project, but until then, this is just a nice distraction. Sorry if that disappoints any of you.

That's all I have. Tell me what you thought. Or don't. I'm good either way.