Okay, this is the last prologue chapter, I promise!

I was going to wait for a bit longer, but then I realized I need a lot of characters, so it's probably better to open this sooner rather then later.

So, this SYOC is officially open!

Garnier Dextra, Choreographer for the Opening Ceremonies

"Talk to me Dextra, what am I going to see?" asked Ms. Trinket as we walked to the stage area.

I shook my head. "Honestly, I'm not sure. I dismissed the actors for a five minute break, and then two of them come back shaking like leaves. They said it was urgent, so I sent security down and contacted you."

We stopped short at the sets. There was a stage for every district, and the one for District 12 was decimated. The stage was supposed to be a series of mining tunnels, but now it looked more like some five-year-old's fallen block tower. Spray painted on it was an arrow.

"Shit!" hissed my boss. She stormed up to the security Peacekeepers standing around the set. "Who's in charge here?" she demanded.

One of the Peacekeepers saluted her. He was tall and skinny, with bugged out eyes. "Captain Crow, Miss Trinket."

"Okay, Crow, tell me what happened? How the hell did the Coin Corps get through?"

The Mockingjays. The Coin Corps. The old Thirteeners. They were all the same people: an extremist group that popped up about twenty-odd years after the Mockingjay Rebellion. Their goal is simple: punish the Capitol, and the Career Districts as well. Make everything like it was in the literal underground District 13, with people's lives regimented and colorless.

I heard they stole President Coin's body. I heard they worship her like some kind of deity.

I heard they're harmless. I heard they would take over Panem.

They freak people out. That's all I know.

"I don't know miss. We usually stand guard at all the doors, but we figure if they pull something, they'll do it during the games, so everyone can see."

Miss Trinket rubbed her temples. "Get more Peacekeepers. Get more guns, and give them to the ones you trust most. Just tighten up security." She turned to me. "Dextra, make sure this gets cleaned up. I don't want any of this to get out. The last thing we need right now is a panic."

"Yes Miss Trinket," I said. I straightened my intercom microphone. "Okay, set crew, get up here and repair this set. Actors, I want you standing by to practice ASAP after the set is finished."

My boss turned back to me, her silver shells swinging from her ears. "I mean it, Dextra. Nothing else better go wrong."

"Don't worry. It won't."

""Don't make promises you can't keep, Dextra. Just don't mess up. It'd be a shame to replace you. I hope you don't give me a reason."

She walked off, her high heels clicking on the pavement. I shivered. I hoped I wouldn't give her a reason either.

I didn't like Coin. She was mean.

So yeah! The form is on my profile, you can submit up to three characters!

School starts late for me (next week) but after that updates are gonna slow down (probably one a week at best until everything calms down)

So, I'll see you when I have a section full of tributes!

Ta!