If you've managed to just stumble around on this story... Good for you! Or me, really... Anyway, since Mrs. Collins did not go into depth with the other tributes' interviews I decided to make the decision to do them myself... It's told by District Three's male - simply because he never gets enough love and I needed to do it in a random tribute's POV. So... That's it.

Disclaimer: The Hunger is not mine. And the Games (which isn't here) certainly is not... :(

Thanks to thislittlemockingjay97 for our little chat about District Three's... anything-but-mute... death:) And I warned you about the storyXD

Caesar Flickerman's powder blue hair sweeps with his head as he almost slams the microphone into his jaw. "Ladies and Gentlemen, from all over Panem, I present to you your 74th Annual Hunger Games tributes!" His voice lightens the mood of the citizens - even more than their average crazed actions.

The crowd applauds, hooting just like the Careers would have after a death of a tribute. Fists find the muggy air, and multi-colored wigs bound on the crown of heads. Creepy, insanely hawk-like eyes make contact with every single one of us. One-by-one.

Roses, beads, make-up, even dead animals that are half decomposed, pile on top of the crazy Capitol fashions. Each of the people had their own style, none two alike. A quick glance over the crowd and I manage a glimpse of a sunken faced woman, pasty white, with hair and teeth of an altered chipmunk.

A silent and hidden shudder blazes inside me like a flame.

There's no possible way I can get up there, perform as a happy piece of the Games, and get back with no flaws in my acts.

It's impractical.

Just like getting Reaped, right?

"District One's wonderful," Caesar calls out the first interview, and I can't help but catch the name. Who knows, maybe this could be the one who kills me…. "…and beautiful, Glimmer!"

A ditsy blond steps up, full of pride, her emerald green eyes focused on Caesar as she sits by his side, twirling her curly hair between her finger tips. Glimmer wears a frilly salmon dress, going just above her knees.

She smiles, her hand flying up into the air into a large, inviting greeting. The noise dies almost instantly….

"So, Glimmer," Caesar flashes his 'camera-ready' grin, "District One is known for its pride. What's it like finally being able to participate in the Games?"

The word finally lingers in the sky.

Glimmer allows her hand to drop down into her lap, "It's delightful, actually. And, of course, my district will be proud when I return…"

The girl from District 2 sneers, leaning next to her district ally in order to make a remark. The boy snorts, eying One's male, and then whispers back. Idiocy is the only word that I'm able to catch despite the two being right by my side.

I sink further into my seat out of discomfort.

"What about your allies?" Caesar questions, his voice high. "You Careers have to stick together, right?"

Glimmer giggles, and halfway through her answer her sound changes from delighted to lethal. "They're wonderful, Marvel, Cato, and…" Right at the moment I can tell she had forgotten the name of an ally… "Clove. Yes, her name is Clove..."

"Make any bonds with them?"

Glimmer looks up thoughtfully, a smile touching her lips, "Marvel and I knew each other back in District One… Never did we speak, I don't think… Cato's a bit… sadistic." A bit? "That's good though; he's a Career. And Clove is just like any other girl around her District…. Proud and full of pleasure… and arrogance…"

"Yes, thank you, dunce…" Clove rolls her dark eyes, speaking lowly.

"Lovely, Glimmer," Caesar teases, "Is there an immense difference between home and the Capitol? Or is it just the same to you?"

Glimmer tenses, her happy face fading into pure confusion, "…What does… immense… mean?"

The crowd laughs at her unknowing.

"Er, large…. Big…" Caesar answers, making the crowd's giggles suddenly stop. "Like Panem is to small, little District 12."

The two tributes from Twelve certainly made quite an entrance with the flames… If only all stylists could be like theirs - less ridiculous and more rational.

The girl - Katniss - glares now at Caesar Flickerman; she doesn't seem to be following the conversation. She's most likely insecure about the whole Capitol… she is from Twelve after all - one of the poorest Districts.

"Yes," Glimmer says, a bit of hate brewing inside her voice, "Well, Twelve made somewhat of an impression on the citizens… Marvel and I looked lovely, did we not? I admired the headdress my stylist had overseen... Anyway, the Capitol is really different from One… You'd expect it to be practically the same - if you were from the lower Districts of course - but District One often gets remarks before we're truly introduced to the world of Panem."

I'm baffled by her use of vocabulary. Both Glimmer and Marvel are not the sharpest tools in the shed…

Caesar laughs, "There's our Glimmer. Sadly, that's all the time we have… Perhaps your district ally will be just as intriguing, Glimmer?"

The blond girl bounds from her seat. She begins to make her way back to the rest of us, speaking flirtatiously, "I don't know about that Caesar. Some people just don't have the same amount of amazement that I am capable of having."

Marvel scoffs.

R and R would be greatly appreciated:) I realize that the beginning was not the most... intriguing... way to start.