President Orion Petros
President Orion stood confidently in front of the mirror. He gave a thin smile. He was supposed to now go to a meeting with the Head-Gamemaker Zena Odele. Behind him, a nude woman with aubergine hair stood up and hugged him from behind. She was one of his many lovers. What was her name? Delphina, Delia? He was not so sure and well, it didn't really matter. "Darling, send in Damara. I want to have a word with her." The woman raised her eyebrows, "Do you mean Druscilla or Damia? I am Damara." The president creased his eyebrows in thought, then said monotonously "Druscilla." The woman who turned out to be neither Delphina or Delia but Damara smiled, "Sure, I'll send her in." She put on a white robe and strutted out of the room.
No later than three minutes, a woman with sky blue skin, forest green and golden wavy hair came in to the room. "You wanted me, Mr. President?" she said with a slight tremor in her voice. Orion nodded and glanced at the paper on his desk, then looked up, "Ms. Druscilla?" The women nodded curtly. He looked at her and then took out a small silver pistol and he shot her. She was no longer 'useful' for him and he knew these type of women. They would be vengeful and angry had he fired them and would start babbling. They were better dead than alive after their usefulness ran out. He fixed his bowtie curtly, pressed a button that summoned the disposal team, and headed out of his room, to his limousine, to the Hunger Games department...
President's daughter and next-in-line in presidency, Evangeline Petros
Evangeline gave a malicious grin as she looked at the files in front of her. Her dad was taking way too long to die and she was over-excited to become president. The decision Evangeline made was a sure one. She would help her dad get to the grave with a simple plant, one that would give him a cardiac arrest.
Evangeline wasn't a very loving person and she didn't really like her father. Knocking him off would be like a queen checkmating a king. It would be easy and done unhesitatingly, you may say, heartlessly, tearlessly. Yes, that's right. Evangeline was never the one for tears. Sure, she would fake some, after all it would be seen as abnormal if she didn't greive, appear sad or cry. It was planned down to a tee and if it failed, well, it was going to be impossible to fail. Evangeline decided that this year's Games can end in a bang. Just as the last tribute dies and one becomes victor, her father would die. Celebrations would cease till the greiving period ends. Then the celebration of their victor, and most importantly their new president, would start.
Evangeline looked at the mirror, a wicked grin plastered, not so fakely, on her face. If it failed, she would be dangerous, bloodthirsty. So it better not fail...
~So, what do you think? How do you like the President and his bloodthirsty daughter?
I finished to google form: forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSev-TeD-RIVvdBHPe9eqBTuVrlbVTJicFub_qxJWYGDtxHXiQ/viewform?usp=sf_link. It is also on my profile along with the tribute spots!
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