OKAYYYY I know I said it was going to be the District 11 Reaping chapter but alas, I thought I'd do something different!
So, methinks that we need to go to the Capitol ;) To meet our wonderful President Snow...
Now, soon I will be beginning a collaborative SYOT with AvenRose, amazing author check out their work, and it's going to need tributes and I want to get my 12 ASAP! So, PM me with your completed forms… The form is at the end of this Chapter! Or PM AvenRose! The story won't begin straight away, you'll have to be patient, we both have other stories to work on…But your patience will be rewarded, the story promises to be EXPLOSIVE!
Now on with the story…
President Coriolanus Snow, the Capitol.
I stare at the pathetic man before me, disgust the predominant emotion plaguing me at this precise moment in time; but he wouldn't be able to tell, my face is arranged into the expressionless mask I have perfected in my 40 years of presidency. I taste the bitterness of his fear on my tongue alongside the puss that weeps from the ulcers that fill my mouth. He is fully aware that I could snap my fingers and both he ands his entire family could become extremely clumsy and have an awful accident which would certainly cost them their lives.
To arrange such an accident, although entertaining would be rather irrational; I am seething, livid in fact but not at this man, he is merely the bearer of bad new and a man of my status would never be rash enough to shoot the messenger, seriously maim however is another thing. A gloating smile blossoms onto my puffy lips and I make my decision, I place my long finger against the red button beneath my desk and suddenly the room is full of Peacekeepers, armed and ready for action. I raise my hand to prevent them shooting the man.
The man is petrified, knowing that happiness is not what awaits him; he raises his shaking hand to wipe away the sweat building on his brow, pleading for mercy with his turquoise eyes when he knows there is no chance of me bestowing mercy, his pleas are futile; how will me sparing this man benefit me? Not at all and I see the light fade from his eyes, the feeling of crushing hope from another being is the most intoxicating feeling a man could ever feel, it surpasses the realm of physical pleasure.
'Now, take this man into custody, he is to become an avox. There is to be no trial, if anyone asks he is guilty of treason against our beautiful Capitol' the Peacekeepers converge on the man, he is dragged from the office but his screams of terror seem to echo pointlessly, he will receive no saviour. I turn to the large bay windows behind my desk and stare out towards my Capitol. The streets are literally paved with gold, the most stunning pieces of architecture made from onyx, marble and every other precious substance Panem has to offer constitute our skyline. Beautiful, and this beauty is in danger; the Dark Days threaten to return, Panem will fall apart at the already poorly hewn together seams.
The man brought tales of uprisings, of plots of rebellion; of something that threatens to shatter the calm that has reigned over Panem for the previous 62 years. I walk forward, trailing my fingers along the smooth oak of my desk; lingering to sniff at the bouquet of roses taken from my personal green houses, the heavy scent saturates the room, disguising the odour of blood that follows me wherever I go; the reminder of the blood on my hands.
I will not tolerate this, there must be no rebellion; we cannot openly attack a district for that would invite further rebellion, I cannot allow for war to break out over my Panem. To lose the districts means to lose our 'Panem et Circenses', our bread and circus; however pitiful I find the Districts I concede that they are essential in the maintenance of Capitolian life. The Hunger Games were meant to stop any form of insurgence, to vanquish any hope they clung to after their defeat at the hands of the Capitol but alas, this is not the case. The districts have clung to this troublesome emotion with such fervour, hope is like a thorn which blemishes the flawless stem of my beautifully enhanced roses and I will not allow it to fester anymore.
In a way I must accept a small portion of the blame regarding this predicament; to allow the district's to have their Victor is to give them hope; the other option is to take 24 random children and execute them all which would cause more trouble, not trouble that is not a strong enough word to describe the catastrophic consequences: It is an open invitation for rebellion. You see, the Victors are not the concern; in all honesty they are beneficial seeing as they are willing to pay the Capitol back for their lives with only a little gentle persuasion. No, the problem resides with the tributes that perish within the arenas; physically they're broken but everyone see's them: The intolerable tributes who die with that fierce defiance shining within their eyes; the ones who refuse to become a piece in our games, refuse to entertain us the way they should.
Things need to change, this year must be a year in which there is no defiance and every tribute has the wretched hope crushed from them; this year the arena must not be centred on physical torment, in place it should focus on breaking the tributes mentally. There is no place in my Panem, my Eden for any tribute to question the authority of the Capitol; no place for someone who dares try to give hope to the districts.
It seems I may need a bigger hand within these games, this year my own hand will be the one to suppress the hope; it is so much more fun for there to be hope, more as a contained flame but it threatens to become an inferno and well, President Snow will not allow this to happen. I resume my seat at the plush velvet armchair at my desk; I press the buzzer to activate the communilink, the device linked to my secretary 24/7.
'Amaria, please make sure that the Head Gamemaker is sent to my office. Immediately. Bring a selection of cakes and tea.'
'Yes sir, anything else you require?' her tinny voice emanates from the speaker at the corner of the desk, ever eager to please isn't she?
'I would like profiles of every tribute brought to me as soon as possible. And for you to be awaiting me in my private quarters at 6pm exactly. That is all, good day to you'
'Yes dear president, your wish is my command' although the speaker disguises her voice, I can distinguish the way she had lowered her voice to make it sound more husky; there is a tightening in my groin and I extinguish the connection. Awaiting the imminent presence of my newest Gamemaker, Seneca Crane.
What a creep eh? Thought you'd like a small insight into Snow's mind, plus reapings can be repetitive and I thought you would like something a little different! But I will be doing the District 11 Reapings next…Promise!
Here's the tribute form for the Capitol SYOT, It will have a better title soon…
Tribute Form.
BASICS
Name:
Nickname:
Age:
District :( None applicable they're all coming from the Capitol)
Appearance (Please be descriptive, not just a list of adjectives; These are Capitolites, make them weird and wonderful. There are no rules):
Personality (Be detailed, I do need to get a grasp of your character, if I don't they will be more than likely blood bathed; these are Capitol people, they're gonna be a little weird although there will be some normalish ones!):
Family:
Friends/Other Relationships:
Background:
Hobbies:
Reaped/Volunteered:
Reaction/Reason:
Greatest Fear:
Greatest Desire:
Status in District:
Reaping Outfit:
Token:
Opinion on Hunger Games:
CAPITOL
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Interview Angle (Include any quotes you would like included):
Training Strategy:
Alliances- if so what are they looking for in an ally:
Training Score:
How they achieve training score:
Reaction to their score:
How do they communicate with the other tributes?
Trivia (Anything you think I need to know):
THE GAMES:
Overall strategy:
Bloodbath/Cornucopia Strategy:
Weapon of Choice:
Romance:
Reactions to seeing someone die:
Capabilities to kill:
Why should your tribute win?
REVIEW and submit tributes, if I get too many submissions I will end up choosing my top 12 as will AvenRose; we will be discussing which tributes to take forward.
Loves Yah as always… xxx