PROLOGUE 1

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. No doubt, it was quite a gaudy scene, an astounding display of wealth and prestige. Every now and then a large window would break up the majestic images and let in a cascading natural light into the corridor. Yet 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 doorway; all the rest of luminescent hallway falling behind. 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, slicked against her head as smooth as the marble she had just tred upon. The tiny, slicked curls enveloped her face. No doubt the work of a careful, delicate hand; a hairdo to impress even the highest of authorities.

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 for this moment for so many years, that it was all she thought about even once the sun had set and she was tucked into her bed. 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 from 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, organized in a frantic array.

The woman by the large glass window had an expression that Myrtle couldn't discern: mysterious, pensive, maybe 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 other's 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." She muttered, her facing curling with disgust. "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 stand a few paces back.

Myrtle forced herself to look into the other eyes, feeling her cheek burn from the others harsh touch. In a way, she cursed herself for not being more confident with her project (the very same project she had spent hours grueling over, keeping herself awake for days at a time). Even more humiliating was the god awful 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 disgust 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.

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…"

With a firm gaze, green eyes piercing into the woman in front of her, 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 Ma'am' before leaning down and hastily collecting all of the papers. She pulled up her last bits of dignity, replaced her look to one of calm indifference, and walked out.

Oh, Myrtle was going to show her.

She would show them all.

HI! HELLO! If you realized it's a reboot, let's pretend it's not. But hey! If you recognize the work then go ahead and submit your tribute! I am really looking forward to bringing this work into completion because I had such a dope idea and I never finished it- so this time I'm going in full force.

So please, pull up a chair, your favorite beverage, and maybe your reading glasses if you need them because you're in for a crazy unique ride. May the odds be ever in your favor.

Here is the template, but you can also find it on my profile! Be sure to check it out because it will also have the list of tributes submitted…

Maximum is 2 characters you can submit, please be sure to follow! This is not FCFS and submissions will be open until the first week of October (roughly)

Trigger Warnings:

Word: (Multiple nouns, places, feelings, maybe even the weather... or anything that describes the character's vibe. CAN NOT BE AN ADJECTIVE ex: The sun over the hills, fresh dew on a field of grass, passive tranquility, a wild boar, anger, etc.)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

District: (include an alternate district if you can)

Appearance:

Personality:

Backstory: (Be as detailed as you would like... help me get to know your character)

Family: (Good or bad? Close or closed off? Appearances? Family relatives?)

Friends: (Appearance, Relation, Were they acquaintances or partners in crime maybe?)

Reaped/Volunteered?: (Please be aware not every tribute will volunteer, be realistic to your character and you'll be good)

Reaction to being Reaped/Reason for Volunteering: (Are they scared or confident? Unless they were a career, why would they volunteer?)

Goodbyes:

Token: (be realistic, hopefully it won't get taken away by peacekeepers...)

Strengths: (max 5)

Weaknesses: (min 3)

Allies?: (Is your character willing to group up with others? Do they fly solo?)

Interview Angle:

Blog Quote:

Weapon of Choice:

Training Strategy:

What they show the Game Makers:

Estimated training score: (Try and be realistic... A 12 year old who has never held a knife before will not be getting a 6 or above... unless they're little geniuses or something... Similarly, you may not get the score you estimated...)

Bloodbath Strategy:

Game Strategy:

Estimated Placement:

Other: (Anything you feel you should add or would like to say about your character? Fears? Dislikes? Romance?)

Realistically speaking, if this character was to be told to kill someone would they do it or would they spare them?:

OPTIONAL Face Claim:

OPTIONAL Chariot Outift:

OPTIONAL Interview Outfit:

As always... U&A~0