~Ooh, are you ready for it? Baby, let the games begin, Let the Games begin. Let the Games begin~
President Charlotte Carstairs
Charlotte Carstairs looked at her mother's jade eyes one last time before she watched her mother's light fade away from her eyes and her chest stopped rising and falling. She was dead.
Charlotte felt a tear trickle down her cheek and wiped it away, hastily. She didn't want anyone to see her cry and besides today was no acception. She felt a sob tightening her throat, making it hard for her to breath and least of all to compose herself. There were guards everywhere, a security risk for those who were thinking about rebelling but it has been ten years since the rebellion.
Ten years since the Hunger Games was established for the districts that rebelled and now had twelve districts. The Carstairs family hadn't lost anyone dear to them and besides if they did, it would go publicity and besides. Today she was going to share the devastating news of the Late Gemma Carstairs, the beloved ruler of Panem, to the public.
"Wayland!" screeched Charlotte, as she took one last glance at the body before turning away. No one was going to affect and besides it was only going to be a matter of time before the president died due to what happened earlier in the week.
~Earlier that week~
Charlotte and her mother, Gemma Carstairs, talked silently amongst each other, enjoying each other's company and drinking tea in the garden her mother took pride of. Lilies, roses, peonies lined the garden with a wonderful scent that was hard to get rid of but it was Charlotte's favourite place including her mother's so they took great pride in it.
"Charlotte," Gemma said to her, in a stern voice. "When I die, you're going to be president." her voice lowered to barely even higher as a whisper.
"Mother, you're not going to-" Charlotte cut off suddenly as she watched in horror as she saw her mother turned blue and make a sound that sounded like she was in pain. "Mom! Mommy!" she hadn't called Gemma 'Mommy' since she had been five years old since she took great pride of the lessons she was taught. "What's wrong with you? Please don't die on me!" she choked, grabbing the limp body of President Gemma.
"Someone help her!" she yelled, clutching the limp body of the president. "The president has collapsed!"
Guards swarmed around them and they took her away from her but she couldn't control herself so she started crying. Charlotte hadn't cried since she was seventeen when her father went missing and is presumed dead but Charlotte, honestly, never cared for him so she wasted tears for nothing. He was most likely, a victim of the Dark Days.
Charlotte stepped warily behind the guards as she watched as the doctor tried to stabilize her as best as he could but he looked worried under the pressure.
Finally, once the doctor got her stabilized. Charlotte met his chocolate eye and looked at his face; a large scar on his face right where his left eye should have been and dark-coloured skin. He would have been told beautiful if it wasn't for his wrinkles and his white-almost grey hair. It wasn't like Charlotte felt any attraction towards him.
"Your mother has kidney failure. I got her stabilized as best as I could but she only has a few days left," the doctor told her which Charlotte nodded.
~Now~
"You called," a weak voice said which Charlotte turned around to see William Wayland in the doorway; his beard rough looking just like his dark locks. His brown eyes lingered on the president until she cleared her throat before his eyes returned back to her.
"President Gemma Carstairs is dead, tell the reporters to be here in two minutes," Charlotte said, her voice neutral as she told him this. She didn't know whether she should be crying or unable to talk but she never been good at emotions.
Two minutes later,
President Charlotte stood at the podium, her hands intermingled and she told in a composed voice, "President Gemma Carstairs is dead. She died due to kidney failure and I will be your president…"
"It's a little over the week before the Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour."
May the odds be ever in your favour, indeed.
Let the Hunger Games begin!
Welcome all, this is my next SYOT I will be starting once Randomize is finished and don't worry. I have tons in store.
Please Pm me of the form and use for example: Ivy Kalo, D7F, 13
Form:
Name:
District: Please put 2 choices
Age:
Gender:
Personality: 8 or more sentences
History: 8 or more sentences. No over-terrible history please
Family: (Name, Age, personality, appearance)
Friends: Same as above
Reaped/Volunteered:
Reaction/Reason:
Reaping Outfit:
Token:
How do they react to partner/mentor/escort?:
Parade Outfit:
Training Strategy:
Where do they go?:
What do they show the game-makers?:
Score:
Interview Outfit:
Interview Quote:
Interview Angle:
3-4 songs that describe them:
Strengths: Don't just list
Weaknesses: Don't just list. Must have more than strengths
Weapon(s) of Choice:
Career?:
Allies:
Attitude Towards Games:
Reaction to see someone die:
Capability to kill:
Predicted Placement:
Other:
Rules:
Not first come, first serve
No Mary-sues or Gary-stu's
Won't accept tributes over review