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The Nation of Panem.

The 12 Districts.

The Hunger Games.

The yearly death battle between 24 tributes.

24 young girls and boys will enter.

There will be one survivor, tales of tragedy, woe, and perhaps even love.

SIMPLE PLOT

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It is the year of the 70th Hunger Games, set 4 years before the actual Hunger Games series.

SETTING

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Name: Cecé Laudrié Mynzi
Age: Sixteen
District: One
Short Bio: Since District One makes luxury goods for the capital, Cecé grew up spoiled. She appears silly and stupid on the outside, to hide the fact that she has trained for years as a possible tribute and knows many useful tactics to defeat other tributes.

Even though she is from District One, she is not completely snobby. She can be nice to people, if she feels nice that day. Cecé does not mind competing in the Hunger Games; after all, she has trained her whole life for it.
Appearance:

Name: Arcadia Minnow
Age: Seventeen
District: Four
Short Bio: Since District Four provides fish for the capital, Arc was raised as a fisherman. He is always fiddling with his string, since he has nothing to learn being a career tribute and all. As a kid he was trained to make hooks, nets, rope, and spears out of just about anything. Living in District Four has made him in top physical shape and a perfect killing weapon.

Even though he is from District Four, he is not arrogant. He may be snobbish to some but that is for the public. He is sure to go far in this years hunger games.
Appearance:

Arcadia arose before dawn as he normally did. “Stupid bed!” he said as he rubbed the lower part of his back. Living by the beach’s Arcadia never liked sleeping at home, he was always sleeping in a tree where he could see his beloved fishing grounds. Getting up out of the bed felt like a chore but after he got his pre laid out clothes on, he walked out of his cabin door passing the window to the outside world.

It was the other day when he got on the train he sat with his fellow tribute, her name eludes his memory but when he was next to her he couldn’t take his eyes off the view, her body being the view. She had long wavy hair and dimples in her cheeks, she was sixteen years old just a year under him and he never met her before that day but he wished he did. It wasn’t until Finnick Odair came in with an approving smile did Arcadia look away. Finnick Odair was the victor of the 65th Hunger Games and District Four’s tribute Mentor. He shall over look the training that Arcadia and fellow tribute undergo, as well as looking for gifts from sponsors while they play the games. Finnick talked for half an hour about what to expect the first day in the capitol, how the training worked, things to think about but he did not dare talk about the reaping. Being in a tributes place before he must know what was going on in their heads but Arcadia was calm just looking at his food before him. After Finnick left the room the Escort of district four came in and rambled on and on about being normal what ever that ment to people in the capitol. After the Escort it was just him and her, she soon got up and went to bed, Arcadian following her dicision shortly after.

He finally reached the cabin that they were all in the other day and sat down. He was alone this time, food lying before him on the table, some delectable food's he normally didn’t have at home. He looked out the window from the table and it all went dark. Now that he was in the tunnel to the capitol it all hit him, Arcadian will be the male District Four tribute of the 70th Annual Hunger Games.

Cecé's eyes flashed open as she felt Tootsie Butterfly, District one's escort, standing above her. "Wake, up, today's a huuuuuuuuuuge day~!!!" The overly-bubbly fake blonde chirped as she threw silver strips of confetti onto the young girl. Tootsie strolled out of her room and headed for the dining cabin. "Get dressed and come to the dining cabin!"

"Ugghhh..." Cecé rolled off the bed slowly and slinked over to the drawer, picking leather pants, pink combat boots and a loose grey top for her attire, along with a bunch of jewelry. She wanted to make an impression on the other tributes, no matter if the impression was good or bad.

The young girl sighed and checked herself in the mirror. Cecé was smart, but her tactic to win the Hunger Games was to act stupid so nobody would bother to go after her. She wasn't entirely sure if it would work, since the other tributes could probably go after her first because they wanted her out of the way. Cecé put on a scarily realistic happy face and skipped down the hallway to the largest cabin of the speeding train.

Cecé sat down at her spot at the table and looked at the food, which was delicious as always. Being from District 1, she had eaten many good foods directly from the Capitol, but this was even better. She scanned the faces sitting at the table. Tootsie was sitting to the right of her, the male tribute; Xerxes Sapphire, was sitting to her left. He had naturally light blue hair, which Cecé found odd. Xerxes was also sturdily built, with muscles seeming to pop out of his muscles. Gem Starlight, their mentor, was sitting across from them. Gem had won the 68th hunger games with his brilliant tactics, and was a male despite the fact that his name was extremely feminine.

The night before, the group had met in this room, discussing the events to come. Gem had talked about what the tributes should expect, and who to team up with. He also went over some good ways to survive given different circumstances. Afterwards, Tootsie had babbled on and on about form and ways to present themselves without coming off as crazy and getting the audience to like them, to send them gifts during the Hunger Games.

Cecé gobbled down her food, knowing that she would need to beefen herself up in order to survive. She had watched the Hunger Games whenever she was little, and through her training, she knew that it was vital to be able to find sources of food and not starve to death, because that would be just miserably stupid.

Cecé stared out the window as the Capitol came to view. They'd be getting off soon, which meant the Hunger Games were getting even closer...

Arcadia didn’t even get time to breath after the train landed. He was rushed to his full body make over, were he met what he called his fashion pit crew. They did everything from his hair to toe nails. When they where done he couldn’t even find himself in the mirror. His pit crew leader came in the room he was put in after his make over, my god wash she beautiful at least to capitol standards. Arcadia never seen so many odd wardrobe attires on one person before the capitol.

She had him put on ocean blue pants that covered his feet making him look like a mermaid. Lucky for him they still allowed him room to walk around in but god they where tight. She put paintings made of sand on various parts of his body with a sand like crown to match. She toped the rest of the outfit off with a golden net and a trident. He hated the way he looked but with the net and trident he felt at home.

Arcadia guessed the pit crew moved a bit slow because he was being rushed to his chariot for district four. He flew past past all the others while the pit crew was telling him to not ruin the outfit. Finnick was at the chariot already he told them to smile. Reminded them that this would help deicide if the get some good sponsors or not. The chariot started to move and Arcadia put on a fantastic smile.

The ride threw the capitol was amazing. The crowds went wild at the outfits, a few got laughs out of some of the lower districts outfits. Arcadia finally got a chance to see some of them as they got to the training building. She was the tribute for district one, she caught his eye and it was that moment that he promised himself he wouldn’t be the one to kill her.

"Jeesh, I hope we get good sponsors for this, I'm not wearing all of this for nothing." Cecé had been rushed to her fashion crew the minute she stepped off the train. She liked the leader, but the others were a bit...brain dead. After hours and hours of excrutiatingly boring make-overs, Cecé shone from head to toe, quite literally.

The makeup artists had decided on plastering half of her entire face with bright, shining diamonds. She wore a sheer robe dotted with jewels that seemed to reflect the light around her. Cecé was stuffed into super-high white heels with many studded diamonds, along with a whole waterfall of jewelry. She had to admit, it was a bit overboard for even her tastes, but it would suit the Capitol's flashy fashions just fine.

Cecé got into the chariot, which was extravagantly decorated with diamonds and was also going to start the entire show. She took a few deep breaths and smiled dazzlingly as the chariot started moving. Cecé snorted as she saw the costumes of District 12. They had been stuck with naked coal miners, again. They seriously needed a better fashion designer for that district.

As the chariots made their rounds, Cecé scanned the faces of the other tributes. A few of them caught her eye, and she would watch them carefully.

Cecé click-clacked her way to the male tribute from district four. "Hello there, I'm Cecé. You are...?"