Okay! Here it is guys! The first chapter of the story. It explains what the Quarter Quell rule is, which was an idea I had in my head for a while now. Please tell me what you think and if I'm writing characters wrong! I still need a male District 2 tribute so it would be awesome if one of you could make one quickly. Thanks!
(Sage Evans D1)
I blink the sleep from my eyes and pull my sapphire blue silk robe tighter onto my body as I review the TV recording once again.
President Ayres, a tall, lanky man with short cut black hair, pale skin, and dark, cruel eyes walks to the center of a light wood podium and begins to speak.
"As a reminder that the Capitol has more than just weapons to fight a rebellion, three Gamemakers offices will be placed inside the arena for tributes to find and use against another."
Citizens of the Capitol clap and whistle as they hear the Quarter Quell news, overjoyed by such an announcement.
"Happy 125th Hunger Games!" a Capitol woman in an indigo sequin dress with skin dyed a light violet screeches in her chipmunk voice.
Flicking off the television, I retrace everything the simply revolting President Ayres spoke of. With hidden Gamemakers offices, I could have an easier time killing tributes. Well, only one as are the regulations. If I'm in the Games, which wouldn't exactly be absolutely horrid. I have chances.
Taking a quick glance at the clock, I realise how little time I have to get ready for the reaping. Racing into my glistening bathroom, I spend half an hour applying all different kinds of eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, and perfume. Hanging on the side of the bathroom door is a strapless blue dress that I pair with gold heels, sapphire earrings, and a golden pin with the seal of Panem on it. Looking in the mirror, I know I'll impress the sponsors if I'm chosen. Let's hope I'm not.
When I reach the town square, which is full of a variety of shops from Capitol-like clothing( shops like these are where my mother is a regular customer ) to my father's blacksmith shop. Both my parents had probably made their way to the crowd by the reaping stage an hour ago. Making my way to the sixteen's, I spot my friend Aria Grant. She looks nice today with her blond hair tied back in a pink ribbon and a short silver halter dress. As good as she make look, I know I look better.
"Sage!" she pipes up, and gives me a hug. I return it.
"Hey, Aria! Nervous?" I smile.
"Not a chance."
We giggle for a while about girly things I've long since been accustomed to talking about, and finally Mayor Vale, a red haired man with a stern emerald glance begins his painstakingly long speech. I tweak my hair and dress as he speaks, and steal looks around the crowd to see who might be a tribute this year.
When the speech is finally over, a woman named Eris with skin the same raspberry pink as my mother tried to dye herself last year takes the stage, eyes bright and excited. She goes on about the great history District 1 has in the Games, and she claps and jumps in her five inch heels, almost loosing her balance. I stifle a laugh, and see many others doing the same. Eris walks over to the girls' glass ball, and digs for a while until she pulls out a name.
"Sage Evans!"
To my utter surprise, I do not feel fear or anxiety, but confidence. I stride through the line of sixteen's, smiling and flipping my hair. I shake hands with the strange woman, and look out into the audience. I can't find my parents, lost in the sheer ocean that is the crowd. The way they all clap for me, I know I'll be a favourite.
Eris then pulls from the boy's bowl, shrieking, "Faul Verlong!"
A lanky boy with brown hair and green eyes comes up to the stage. I've seen him around school before, and as confident as he may look coming up here, I know he's probably an airhead. I'll be able to use him to my advantage easily. A little flirting and he'll be done for. We exchange glances, and are then ushered into the Justice Building.
I am seated in a brown suede armchair when my parents come into the room, I give them both a smile.
"I'm going to win." I state.
"That's all we needed to hear." my father nods, and my mother, who's skin is a bright yellow, smiles, making her look like the sun. They leave quickly.
The boy beside me refuses visitors, and I know he's doing it to impress me.
(Faul Verlong D1)
When my name is called, I'm pretty sure my ego boosted even more. I'm up on the stage in a matter of seconds, right beside the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen. I never talked to her before, but now is my chance.
Arriving at the Justice Building, I sit with Sage in silence and I refuse visitors. She'll be impressed. Guarantee. When her parents arrive, they have a quick exchange and I know now I can speak to her.
I flash a dazzling smile at her, and she just turns to look at me fully.
"Allies?" I ask her. She won't be able to resist me.
"We'll see." she says, flirtatiously flipping her hair and turning to look at a painting on the wall.
I can see Sage and I together now, killing off tributes without so much as breaking a sweat.