DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hunger Games, or the characters of Lord Rust and Dr. Burrows.
Lord Ronald Rust waited impatiently behind the scenes, in a plain room in back of the stage. He was about to address the whole of Panem on television. This was a big day. It was the fourteenth Quarter Quell, and Lord Rust's first time announcing one. He had better not mess it up. He wouldn't, though. He was used to addressing crowds.
A small red light beeped on, signaling to Lord Rust that it was time to go onstage. He walked out, to thunderous applause. Lord Rust did not smile, but raised his hand and turned his piercing blue eyes to survey the audience.
"Welcome to the three hundred and fiftieth Hunger Games, and the fourteenth Quarter Quell. As the president of Panem, I am very happy to be here and announcing these special Hunger Games."
And now he did smile. His eyes seemed to get colder, as cold and blue as ice. "Please give me the envelope, Doctor Burrows."
A man with glasses handed Lord Rust an envelope.
"It is a blessing," said Lord Rust, "That there have been three hundred and fifty years of Hunger Games. The Capitol's victory over the rebels will never be forgotten."
With a swift, smooth movement, he slit the envelope with a paper knife, and took out the letter. The rustling of paper was the only sound in the huge room. The whole of Panem was holding their breath, waiting for the special twist that would shape these Games.
"As a reminder that every person, young or old, is capable of treachery, there will be no age limit on the reaping choices. Every person in every district will be eligible for the Hunger Games."