President Snow sat behind his desk as he was attended to by his team. The television crew set up their cameras and their lighting, attaching a microphone to the lapel of President Snow's jacket. While this was going on, Snow was still, he was quiet, he was prepared to address the nation. The 49th Hunger Games had ended which meant the 50th Hunger Games were upon them, that a Quarter Quell was upon them. The first had come twenty-five years ago and the next would be in another twenty-five years with another to follow twenty-five years after that. These occasions would call for special modifiers to their annual Hunger Games. Four tributes, two boys and two girls, from each district were reaped for the first Quarter Quell with the results turning out to be fantastic. The doubling of the tributes meant more of the plebeians of the districts being weeded out, their population, reduced. It brought President Snow a suitable amount of joy, though he still wished all of the tributes wouldn't return home at all rather than just one returning to their district.
When he had enough of the people surrounding him, chattering away, he motioned for them to leave his side and take their place behind the camera. Snow repositioned himself in his chair, folding his hands in his lap. The camera focused on the president, the ruler of this land, the lone important person in the room. He cleared his throat before he went on the air to address the people of Panem and inform them of this, their second Quarter Quell. "People of Panem" began President Snow. "For years now, our annual Hunger Games have served as a reminder of our history, acted as an atonement for the sins of the past. Twenty-five years ago, four tributes from each district, twice the normal amount, were reaped from each district in our first Quarter Quell. Twenty-five years later, here we are at our second Quarter Quell, celebrating our 50th Hunger Games." continued President Snow, a small smile on his face as he spoke. Through careful deliberation and a multitude of meetings with his Gamesmakers, they were able to come up with a modifier for this years Quarter Quell, one everyone would enjoy.
"For this year's Quarter Quell, if no two adults over the age of nineteen do not volunteer to represent their district, then four tributes will be reaped in their stead. With that said, I would like to wish you all a happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." concluded President Snow with a nod of his head before being given the all clear once they were off the air. As soon as they were off the air, he ripped the microphone off of his lapel and tossed it onto the ground. "Lets see if the districts are inhabited by cowards." he said to himself as he got up from his seat and briskly walked out of his office.
Pan had been frozen in place as soon as the words had left Snow's mouth. He had expected something crazy for the Quarter Quell but this seemed... extreme. Adults were to go into the Hunger Games, not any adults, but volunteers, and if it turned out that the people from District Nine were not brave enough then four of their children would go in and die. It was truly atrocious to even think about.
The sole Victor from Nine knew how hard it would be to mentor adults, the people from Nine did not respect him as he had failed to bring back any of the tributes back. Not only that, but he had become the Capitol's puppet, constantly featured in their commercials, advertisements, tabloids. He partied with them, slept with them, he did everything and anything that a normal Capitolite would do. He had spent most of his youth over there, as opposed to in the District he had been born into.
Niners thought he was more a Capitolite than a Niner himself, and even though since meeting Mazda Pan had stopped that lifestyle, it was hard to erase a reputation regardless. The volunteers would not respect them, he would try to help them, of course, and perhaps try to change through his actions the reputation he had created for himself.
If anything, maybe this would be a healthy distraction from the loss he had experienced recently. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to erase that thought from his head, he would have enough time to mourn that loss later, when he saw Mazda again, if he saw Mazda again... he swallowed hard and walked to his window to look at the district that had birthed him, hoping, praying that two people would be brave enough to volunteer...