It's been a while, but I'm back in fanfiction, this time with an SYOT.

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Claudia Snow, President of Panem.

I stare down at the daunting stack of papers, annoyed. Emerald Wave, my advisor, has refused to sign everything - and she only gave me two reasons: A: she shouldn't be doing everything for me and B: she can't forge my signature anymore.

I can't wait for the Quell reading - I've been counting down the days until it for around 3 months. The Quarter Quells are always the most exciting - a little twist which keeps all Capitol eyes glued to the screen.

Ariel Fields, Head Gamemaker for this year, runs in, looking exhausted.

'Time's running out, Claudia. Card reading's at noon, and we can't think of any arena except a

tundra that we haven't done already.'

'Ice is overrated. Keep your eye on the ball, Fields. Out.'

She complies dutifully, and I ponder what to do, anything to procrastinate dealing with those papers, just for an hour.

An hour later...

Everything's set, the cards are in line and stacked up, and everyone's here. The live streaming is set up, too. We just have to wait for the clock to strike 12.

'Lights. Camera.' Emerald yells.

'Action!' I nod.

I snatch out, and the seventh Quell card is finally mine.

'Blood is a beautiful thing. It should be embraced. Celebrated, even. But look. It's feared by everyone around the world, including you. For this year's quell, there shall be 3 arenas.. 72 people will be reaped. Thank you.'

I then scream, at the top of my voice, to combat the awkward silence:

'CUT!'

Tribute Form:

Name:

District:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

Backstory:

Friends / Family:

Skills:

Weaknesses:

Open to Alliances?

Open to relationships?

Volunteer or Reaping?

1st, 2nd or 3rd in their spot to go in? Okay I owe an explanation here. Three from each gender per District because there's 3 arenas..

Allergies / illnesses / Disabilities :

Preferred Placing:

Preferred Score:

Private training session, what do they do:

What do they do in the Bloodbath?

Any phrases / descriptions you want me to use; (Note I may edit these)

Thoughts on the QUell:

Enemies?

Grudges?

Other: