A/N: Welcome back to Uncertainty: The 67th Hunger Games! RatInvasion here, and I brought you the second prologue. First off, we got a couple of good submissions so far; there are some popular districts, like District 7 among the males and District 1 among the females, but there are others which aren't so. Keep submitting, my dears; the deadline is 14th of October, and if it wasn't obvious enough until now, we don't do reservations!
Josephm611 and I are determined to complete this SYOT. Therefor, let us move on to...
Prologue 2
The Platinum Street was silent. Well, relatively. The Vermellion mansion was sparkling in the darkness. Blue, green, red and yellow lights illuminated the house from the inside and the outside alike. The guests were gathered in small groups, their peppy chatter and laughter only a jangle over the soft music of the orchestra. The party could be delineated as a blur of colors and voices.
The head of the Vermellion household, Cnaeus Vermellion, was a man in his prime. As the owner of a renowned fashion company and a mansion in the heart of the Capitol; has was fairly popular. All the woman wanted to be with him. All the man wanted to be like him. His life was ideal; he himself the definition of perfection.
Cnaeus stood in the far corner of the ballroom, with a half-empty glass in his hand, his eyes scanning trough the crowd. The wealthy and the popular were all here. Technically, he invited only a handful of people and their immediate family members. But as the night proceeded, everyone brought a friend or an acquaintance, and soon Cnaeus' mansion was full with people he barely knew. A heavy sigh escaped the man's lips. His guests really liked to eat. He was lucky the cooks made extra rations of food, just in case.
"Cnaeus, my dear friend!" The high pitched feminine voice made the man jump in surprise. "This place is marvelous!"
"But not as amazing as your outfit, Hilaria" Cnaeus smirked at her, the young woman blushing a deep shade of red. Hilaria was one of the few people whom Cnaeus actually invited. She was a good friend of his; but he couldn't just ignore the slight attraction between the two of them.
"Why, thank you! It's so good to loosen up before another Game."
The 67th Hunger Games were near. This time of the year was something special. Like the so-called Christmas holiday from the past; before Panem came to be. The Capitol was, once again, going to be thrilled with the arrival of the 24 tributes. The bettings were going to start the moment they are reaped, and a few selected are going to sponsor the tributes with the highest odds.
Cnaeus' felt butterflies in his stomach as his usual smirk became even wider. He was one of them. And he was certainly looking forward to decide a tribute's fate with his wealth.
A/N: Let us know your honest opinion!
~ RatInvasion