The President had been getting a lot of backlash for her decision to change the Quarter Quells. She recieved several death threats from anonymous sources. She had gotten her agents on the case but even they didn't agree with her desision so they were doing as little as they could get away with.
She had spent nights wondering if it was the wrong desision but it had been 75 years since the failed rebellion and Sharron had decided that the districts needed a strong reminder of what happened. Recently the districts had gotten a bit too agitated and she wanted to stop that in its tracks before another rebellion happened.
She had a meeting with the head gamemaker to work on the final details for the Arena. Months ago they had decided what it would be but apparently it had been more trouble than they'd anticipated. Now, with only one week till the Reaping, it was finished.
They assigned an ideal limb to each district, depending on the alliance to the Capitol despite the fact everyone in the Districts and Capitol thought it would be random. They had set it this way to hopefully subdue the Districts despite the fact no one would really know much.
The two had a lengthy discussion about whether the fact a dick would be considered a limb but eventually decided that would've been unfair to the males as the females would then have an advantage.
It also wasn't a limb but an organ.
Eyes were the same but they decided a few people would get one of them removed. Instead of an arm or a leg.
Finally their meeting was over and Sharron was able to be in peace. She would not have to be in public until the Reaping and she decided she should make the most of it.
I am sooo sorry for any shitty grammar! I have become victim to the flu but I wanted to get a chapter out. 17 tributes still needed so submit please.