Pt. 2: Prologue: Complicated Matters

Mariea Carlapo frowned as she sat on the head game maker's desk. The president was supposed to visit her a few hours ago but no one showed up at her office. She was mad enough that he took away her appountinuty to create an arena, and now he won't bother showing up telling her his design? No, she's not just mad, she's furious.

Mariea likes being on time, so when someone, especially the president, makes her wait for something she's supposed to be in charge of, she gets angry easily. Mariea sighed again and looked at her watch. When another ten minutes passed by and the No-good-stealing-spotlight president didn't come in, she was ready to march to the palace and demand him to give her his idea. But she knew that's a bad idea. He is still the president.

She was actually considering doing that when Coriolanus Snow, or President Snow, walked in casually, as if he wasn't late at all. Mariea sighed but didn't say anything, just sat back and leaned against her chair.

The first word she said was, "Your late," not caring if it's the president in front of her.

"There's no such thing as late when you're the president," Coriolanus growled at Mariea, making her lean back even more into her chair. She held up her hands in a surrounder motion.

"Whatever," she grumbled and looked toward Coriolanus with an intense stare. "So, your ideas."

"Ah, yes," Coriolanus replied, scratching his chin. "You see, this year I want to give you and your game makers a challenge."

Mariea perked up the second she heard the word challenge. She always loves a good challenge, she knows her teammates will agree. She saw up straighter. "What kind of challenge?"

"I need you to make an arena out of illusion."

Mariea was taken back, she had never thought of something like that before. "Hmm, I could make it work."

"You have a year," Coriolanus replied with a smirk. "Make the best of the time."

"I will, Sir," Mariea said before starting typing on her computer quickly. "We'll get to work right away."


"Prepare the mirrors!"

"Are you almost done?"

"Where're the mutts?"

"What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!"

Shouts were heard as the game-makers and the builders all work together to add the finish touches to the arena they built. But as one of the builders added the final piece of mirror onto its spot, half of the mirror fell down and broke. Mariea's eyes widened and half of the people back away from her. They know her rage when something isn't what she wanted it to be.

Everyone was silent as they watched Mariea with fear evident in their eyes. It was so quiet you could hear the pin drop. "What. Did. You. Do?"

"I-I-It-It's a-an a-a-accident," the builder, Carson, shuttered out. He locked his knees to keep himself from tumbling. Mariea looked like she was about to shout but she took a deep breath before saying dangerously calmly.

"Don't let that happen again, understand?" She held Carson's gaze as he nodded his head.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded before looking down at the ground and started rebuilding the part that's falling apart. Other builders quickly started to help and Mariea sighed in relief. But suddenly, President Snow walked in, his eyes scanning the arena.

The game-makers and the builders all straighten up with a frown on their face before they bow. Coriolanus Snow looked at the mess in front of him.

"What happened here?" He growled.

"The arena broke, sir,' Mariea finally replied softly. "We'll get it fixed as soon as possible."

But Coriolanus wasn't having it. He glared at them. "The Games are starting in a few weeks and you guys ruin something as simple as building the arena?"

Mariea had to bite her tongue to keep herself from saying, If it's so simple, you try building it.

"We'll complete it in a few days, sir," Mariea finally said through gritted teeth before she gave another bow.

"Fine," Coriolanus huffed before going out of the door again. Mariea glared at all of her co-workers who were staring at each other, wide eyes.

"You heard, Coriolanus," Mariea shouted. " Start building!"

"Yes, ma'am," echoed around the big room before shots of encouragement and hurries were heard around. Everyone worked together to complete the arena and fixed the mess they made. A few days later, the arena was completed and they all gave each other satisfying glances.

"President Snow would love it," everyone agreed before going to the control room and making sure everything was in order before the president came in to check on it.


AN: Hello guys! I'm back with the second Prologue! The next chapter will be the reaping! Tell me what you think of this chapter! Good? Bad? Okay?

But here's the problem, I still need twelve more tributes. And remember, you can submit up to three tributes. Below are the spots opened:

District 1 Male,

District two Male AND Female,

District 3 Female,

District 4 Male,

District 5 Male,

District 6 Male,

District 7 Male,

District 9 Male,

District 10 Male AND Female,

District 11 Female.

So, as you can see, we need more males! And careers! So I won't post the reaping until I get all the tributes from district 1-6. So if all goes to plan, the next chapter will be called: Pt.1: The Odds Aren't In There Favor.

See you guys all next chapter!