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Coriolanus Snow POV:
Snow walked up the side of the long table, a kind-of grin crawling up his face. Having hosted and watched 174 successful Hunger Games, he was hungry for something different, something new. No, not just more blood and gore, he had gotten somewhat tired of that lately – though not exactly tired enough to have there be no more. No, Snow was going to make this Hunger Games different, better, unexpected.
He straightened the red rose on his lapel as he reached the podium. He waited until all eyes were on him to begin speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the 175th Hunger Games is nearly upon us. It is time to decide a theme for the Quarter Quell." He paused for a second, "To be quiet honest, I am getting tired of the "traditional" Games , and so is our audience." There were nods and murmurs of assent all around the long conference table. "It is time to do something different, to go beyond the tradition of the Games. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, The 175th Hunger Games!" He gestured to the projection on the wall behind him. At once he could hear the awed murmurs of the people in front of him. This year's Games are going to be unforgettable, he thought.
When he was finished, he walked back to his seat, smirking at the ohh's and ahh's coming from his audience. He was quite pleased with himself.
After all the minor details of the Quarter Quell were decided, and as he walked to his chambers after the meeting, he couldn't help but smile. Aahh, President Snow, you've done it again.
When he walked into his chambers, there was a very scared looking doctor waiting for him, accompanied by two avox guards.
"S-Sir, your Longevity pills are ready for you to t-take." He stammered. Poor man, he was scared out of his mind. He usually didn't treat capitol citizens like this, but this was necessary.
"I hope you haven't been speaking to anyone," he loved this.
The man suddenly looked very afraid "N-N-Never Mr Snow. I would never tell anyone!"
"Well, you will be wise not to." Then he added to the guards, "Take him away."
He took the small red pill in his hand. Ah, Longevity pills. At 175, he felt no older than 50. He smiled and gulped the pill down with a glass of water.
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