Hello!

I know this is short, but I hope you like it, and the form will be on my profile. I don't know if I'll keep it in 3rd person, I might switch for the reaping. Tell me what you think.

First, we meet this year's head gamemaker: Zipporah Elphinstone.

Zipporah Elphinstone nervously shuffled her papers. She was sat in her large, sleek chair in her office, overlooking the Capitol below her. She let out a slow breath, wringing her sweaty palms out on her blue dress, her fingers running over the lace and diamond embellishments.

To say she was nervous was an understatement; it was only her second year as head game maker and already President Snow wanted her dead. She had her first warning last year. If she messed up again: off with her head.

"The right tribute will win this year. I promise." The words rung through her head like a bell and Zipporah shivered at the memory of Snow's breath, which was beginning to smell awfully like blood, and left her office.

Her heels clicked loudly as she walked down the corridor, the silent avoxes bowed respectfully as she passed, but it's no secret they hated her and Snow with a burning passion.

She arrived at the game maker's room, but hesitated a moment outside the door, as she plucked up the courage to go inside. Eventually, she swung the doors open, and plastered on her practiced smile as she walked in. The other game makers instantly stood, and she dismissed them to sit back down, then she took her place at the head of the room and pressed some buttons. Her arena appeared on screen, and she managed a weak smile.

"Good. It's finished." Then she muttered under her breath, "Let's just hope it lives up to Snow's standards." She pressed a few final buttons, and the arena vanished again.

"Back to work," Zipporah said, as she quickly left the room again, and when the door closed her smile dropped again. She smoothed her head of short, spiky blue hair. She had an interview to go to.

She paced the corridors for what felt like hours until she was summoned. She wore her fake smile again and stepped up onto the stage, the crowds roaring excitably.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host, Runyon Saltcoats, cried, "This year's head game maker: Zipporah Elphinstone!"

The crowd stamped their feet and waved their hands like excited children, and Zipporah waved to the crowds. She remembered her first year up here, she had been excited, but that was before the threats, the watching eyes, the nightmares.

Runyon took her hand when she reached the two seats that had been set out, and he raised it above the crowds. He must have noticed how clammy her hands were, but he was kind enough not to wipe his own hands onto his suit jacket.

"Zipporah, you look stunning!" Runyon said as she sat, and she rested her hands on her dress lovingly as she held her grin.

"Thank you, Runyon. This little number was designed by Contire Clembern himself!"

The crowd 'ooh'd in delight. Contire Clembern was a victor from 8 who happened to be a very good fashion designer. He was one of District 8's more loved Victors.

"It's quite something, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is," Runyon exclaimed, "but onto business. This is your second year as head game maker. Do you think this year could live up to the expectations from last year? Your arena was quite something."

Zipporah smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, and she looked straight into the camera as she answered.

"Oh, Runyon, I think it's going to be the best games yet."

I told you it was short, but hopefully the chapters will get longer from here and I have more to cover. I suppose this is just a little snippet of my writing style?

Lots of love,

TheRainIsOnFire :)