It was a knock on the door that had awaken Genni. Despite it being a deep pleasant sleep she now felt uneasy. There was only one person who could be knocking at this early hour. She knew exactly who to expect so hesitantly slipped out of bed, throwing on her best housecoat and heading towards the door.
The Quarter Quell, District 4, tributes. It all suddenly ran through Genni's head as she set her hand on the doorknob. This was it. Fate had spoken. She was to be thrown into the arena as the District 4 female tribute. She was certainly over eighteen, but the Gamemasters cared not this year. Entire districts had been put at their mercy and the whole prospect of it was sickening to Genni. She sincerely hoped that any young children that had been selected would have older volunteers in their places. Siblings perhaps? She tried to hide all signs of distress as she finally opened the door only to be greeted by an unusually dressed visitor. Obviously a citizen of the Capitol. As expected her fate had been sealed.
"Genni Loren. Age Twenty-four, District 4?" As soon as the visitor spoke Genni noticed hints of the Capitol's distinct accent in his voice. However, it was the visitor's fiery red hair that stood straight up atop his head that clashed with Genni's own lackluster light brunette locks. She let out a small chuckle while trying to avoid attracting the attention of this visitor, who she presumed to be her escort.
"Y...yes? I've been selected haven't I?" Genni replied nervously. She began to shake slightly, but leaned up against the doorway in an attempt to hide it. Most of the younger tributes from the district spent years training for The Games, but once they reached the age of Nineteen it was normally futile so Genni knew that in these games even the best districts were at a disadvantage. Most within the working age would have to rely on skills they had picked up from their workplaces, but the very young and elderly were essentially given a death sentence. Genni knew that the games had been particularly ruthless since the last nearly successful uprising, but this was cold-blooded murder.
"Of course, m'dear. You'll be joining your male counterpart shortly to be presented to the district square. The stylists will not be accompanying you there so just dress your best in whatever you have. Oh, and remember. If you don't show up we will come to your door." The Capitol visitor made his last announcement before whisking off. Genni wasn't sure if he had been trying to sound intimidating, but somehow it almost seemed humourous as soon as she noticed the man's short stature despite being on the shorter side herself. Was the Capitol suddenly recruiting a midget army now? Genni laughed as she closed the door and ran upstairs. Noon she would be expected to make an appearance, but she was more worried about not being able to overcome her worst fears. She could swim, as most members of her district could, and was also confident with hooks and tridents. However, others would have an age advantage but she knew it was better her being dragged to her death rather than a young child.
It wasn't long after sitting down on the edge of her bed staring out at the sea that Genni began contemplating the best strategy to use in these games. Having been forced to watch the games since a young age she had seen all sorts of different strategies at play, but many seemed so predictable now. Of course there was her personal favourite of the star-crossed lovers, but that was futile. She knew that the Gamemakers would never again allow something like that to occur during the games. Of course age, for one of the first times, had also become an issue and she still had no idea who her district partner was.
Giving up in her efforts to create a viable strategy, Genni began dressing herself. She wanted to appear as if she was an ordinary person representing her district so put on the simple green suit that had become standard at the docks. Nearly everybody wore them so it was to be recognizable across the district as she was paraded off into the heart of the Capitol. She was now a lamb headed into the slaughterhouse, but like any dignified beast she was to fight it the best she could.
As soon as Genni stepped outside the cool salty air struck her face. It was nothing unusual for her, but it particularly caught her attention today realizing that she would actually miss it once she left the district. Approaching the square she also spotted the same red headed man from earlier. Just as before his distinct hair stood out more than anything else. He was now also standing on a stood, about to make an announcement to the whole of District 4. "Citizens of District 4, we welcome you to this wondrous occasion! As you all know we have reached an entire centennial! We welcome you to the 100th annual Hunger Games!" As soon as the red headed man finished his short speech Panem's anthem was blared through the square. It was something Genni had come to despise but defiance was never an option that crossed anybody's minds, not since the destruction of District 13 and the Mockingjay after the last Quarter Quell.
As the anthem ended Genni found herself being shoved up onto the stage in front of the mayor's house. As she gazed over the crowd in front of her she couldn't help but to be amazed how they managed to fit the entire district within the square every year. "You know, that square seems so much smaller from up here." She commented before focusing her attention beside her. The other tribute had been brought up to the stage and now stood on the other end. She couldn't make out his exact details, but he seemed almost as nervous as she had been earlier. She knew right then that these games were going to be particularly horrific.
Ugh...I'm never great at intro posts, but here you go. I'm also not sure if you wanted to play my district partner or not so I just left the details about him wide open. If you decide to be from a different district entirely that's fine too and could make for some interesting developments. I also don't really care which kind of age range you go for, but if you're expecting romance to develop I'd prefer something closer to my character's age.