Taking careful steps in these outrageous high stilettos, I swiftly made my way to the balcony were I would make the important announcement my people had been waiting weeks for. I plastered a fake smile on my face just as my stylist had plastered this hideous green makeup that would make me 'all the rave'-never have I, nor will I understand 'Capitol' fashion, but to each his own I suppose. I straighten the ridiculously tight greenish black "dragon scale" dress for the umpteenth time before walking out to the balcony, wishing not to show any unwanted goodies- the mid-thigh length, swoop-neck dress does that itself.

"People of Panem!" My voice boomed over the adoring shouts of the crowd below. The sea of faces was adorned with every color you could think of, it's a wonder they don't blind themselves, but let's save that rant for another time. "I, your president, the honorable Victorique Bloom, have the most exciting news to announce!" I fake the preppy capital accent fairly well, as long as I raise no suspicions I'll be fine. "After these long 50 years we will once again be hosting the annual Hunger Games!"

The crowd stupidly breaks out into an enormous applause, most too young to know what the actually Hunger Games were. The ignorant fools. Luckily for me the previous president ever so kindly removed any information obtaining to the Games years before she, um, resigned. The only ones who may know the truth of the games are either dead or so old they can be considered senile by now. Just my luck, huh?

A true smile envelopes itself on my face, but with a bit of handling I am confident it doesn't come out too... sinister. "And to celebrate our newly resurrected games, we will start off with a bang! Formerly known as a Quarter Quell!" I wait for the crowd to die down before continuing, taking the given time to sweep my annoyingly long sliver hair behind my ear, again. "This year each tribute will be forcibly allied with someone who is the exact opposite of them, or at least someone that they wouldn't normally get along well with. Do not fret! This is not to be cruel but to reinforce the importance of team work!" There is a collective 'awn' amongst the crowd, finding what I have just said ever so heartwarming, too easy. "BUT WAIT! There is more! In order to be fair to EVERYONE, district 13 and our Capitol- who will be noted as district 14- will have four tributes instead of the regular two since in the original games neither ever had a tribute."

The crowd went silent, as was to be excepted considering these are the Capitolites, but if this plan is to work I must appeal to everyone, meaning sacrifice. Unfortunately having two large districts angry at you doesn't help much when it comes to publicity, thirteen would be enough. "Now now dear citizens! Do not be so sullen! We wouldn't want to be unfair now would we? These twelve districts offered two tributes each for seventy-five years! The least you all can do is sacrifice an extra two tributes correct?"

There was an uproar of praise for my 'generosity' and 'thoughtfulness', I never said it would be my sacrifice now did I? "Excellent! Excellent! Now since this has been on such short notice of course we will need time to prepare, correct?" I chirp only pausing for the cheer of approval from below. "Therefore, the games will begin next year! The Reapings starting a year from today! This will give everyone a chance to prepare themselves, and our 'Career' districts to formally train, because I don't believe those little work outs here and there would do them very good, right? And it can even be of help to the outer districts! With the revival of The Hunger Games they can now enter their names for tesserae and gain more food for their families! It will be a magnificence year for all!" I exclaim in one final breath. I'm reassured my performance went all according to plan as the people of Panem award me a last round of applause and even a standing ovation.

As much as I hate to disappoint, I am a very important woman with a very important schedule to stick to. I back away, into the mansion, bidding adieu with many air kisses to all. Once I'm inside, my personal guards quickly close the French doors, and the entire cheery facade falls off.

These will be some very interesting games indeed.

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