Hey Everyone! So I'm restarting this... yikes. Since I now have so much free time in social isolation I have decided to go ahead and reboot the whole thing! I have been working on the website for sometime and am excited to re-announce this quarter quell! PLEASE SUBMIT :) I look forward to finally being able to write this and I hope that you have a fun time making characters too!

ta - 0isa#

prolouge...

Shiny heels echoed across the pristine tile floors with a finality that was difficult to place. It was the kind of sound one would hear before very important news was told to very important people.

It may help to know that the sound resounded against the tall beige walls that were coated with frames of all sizes up and down- from self-portraits to landscapes it was quite a scene. Every now and then a large window would break up the majestic images and provide a cascading natural light into the corridor. However, as the dazzling shoes clacked to a stop in a near perfect first position, the light was limited to the warm tint of the lamp bordering the door way. An ominous shadow was cast upon the woman that stood there in those bold heels. Her hair done up in such a manner- each midnight blue strand pulled into and intricate bun – was enough to impress even the highest of authorities. The woman had a well defined nose and long face, which, despite her young age, provided a façade of maturity and age. She was not old and tired, just experienced.

Myrtle Raude was in no way nervous; her steely grey eyes flashed dangerously as a slim hand gently rapped on the wood in front of her. She had prepared many – oh so many years – for this moment. Her hand didn't shake as she shifted the papers in her grip; the simple manila folder was so valuable to her she would never dare drop it.

Upon a soft response by the individual behind the door, Myrtle turned the glistening golden knob and pushed open the door. It arced gracefully to reveal a quaint room. It was furnished lavishly with plush maroon sofas and tall oak bookcases. Myrtle longed to run her manicured nails over the aged volumes but she resisted and pulled her gaze over to the woman who stood behind a large desk covered in miscellaneous desk items in a frantic array.

The woman by the large window had an expression that Myrtle couldn't discern: mysterious, pensive, yet anxious. Myrtle didn't know what to think of it as her silver heels clicked across the wooden floor.

Now, standing next to the woman, Myrtle could finally tell the others intention.

Moreover, she felt it.

With fiery green eyes, the woman had turned and fiercely struck Myrtle across the face. Stunned, Myrtle dropped her folder; pages after pages of printed text, scripted with plans and designs, scattered across the floor. On one particular paper, if one looked close enough they could see a formula for a very important enhancer.

"How dare you." The emerald eyed woman muttered, her facing curling with a retained anger. "When I asked for a game that nobody would expect, I didn't believe it would be like this."

Myrtle looked down, her square framed glasses sliding ever so slightly down her sharp nose.

"It was approved by all of the board… N-not to mention it would be quite thrilling to enhance the tributes in such a man-"

"Be quiet! I will only say this once and once only…" The woman interrupted, her dripping white hair flowing over her shoulders as she moved to place a tender hand on Myrtle's face.

Myrtle was forced to look into the other eyes, feeling her cheek burn yet soothe at the others touch. In a way, she cursed herself for not being more confident with her project (the very same project she has developed for years). It was her brain child and her masterpiece, and the woman before her was the only barricade to its finality. Even more humiliating was the horrid stutter that had bled in with her sudden nervousness. She despised herself in that moment. And, as she looked into the taller's emerald eyes, Myrtle realized that the keen ire upon the other's face had blurred into a harsher countenance.

"As a reminder that the Capitol has prospered both with cooperation and obedience from the Districts, the tributes will become the hounds." The light haired woman whispered airily, manic eyes focusing onto Myrtle's distressed ones. "...One shall be reaped, and one shall volunteer..."

President Evervale leaned close to the other's ear.

"And I expect the hunt to be thrilling, or else it's not only their blood that will be spilt…"

Letting go of the others face, pointed nails lightly raking against the other's cheek, President Evervale glanced to the great window that overlooked the glistening Capitol.

"Now go before my generosity disappears and I change my mind." The woman commands, waving Myrtle away with the back of her hand before crossing her arms across her chest.

Myrtle knew her place, and quickly ducked her head muttering something along the lines of 'Yes, Ms. President' before leaning down and hastily collecting all of the papers. Each one was unceremoniously shoved back into the Manila folder, corners crinkling at her harsh grip. At last when she stood up to full height, balancing precariously on those shiny heels, she pulled up her last bits of dignity and replaced her look to one of calm indifference. When she walked out, head held high and biting her tongue, she had a mission running through her mind. Her heels clicked all the way past those tall columns and arching windows and frames and pictures and scenes.

Oh, Myrtle was going to show her.

She would show them all.

This quarter quell was not one to be forgotten.

Side Note: I know the twist seems cryptic as of right now but it will all be revealed in good time! See more info in my profile along with template and slots! Please PM me your tributes! Look forward to the website! (Yes, I am creating a website for this)

SIDE NOTE**: Please make sure to check my profile for whether the other district tribute was Reaped or Volunteered. IF there is no other tribute and you are the first to submit for that district you can choose either! This is because one tribute will VOLUNTEER leaving the other gender with no choice but to be unwillingly selected.