Hello Everyone! Chapter One is here! Though unfortunately everyone who was looking forward to training is to be disappointed. I'm sorry if I'm being spontantious, but I've decided that 24 interviews is better than 3 days of training and a interview recap.

So here are District One-Two's interviews!

Interview, District One Female

Shard's POV, (D1F)

I was nervous.

I mean, who wouldn't be? I was about to go out in front a thousand of people, not to mention the millions more watching from their television set, probably make a fool out of my self…

And of course, I had to go first. Not my district partner—me.

I hate these gamemakers.

Suddenly, a large round of applause filled my ears, as Caesar introduced me to the world. My throat went dry, and my hands clutched my velvet seat until my knuckles turned pure white against the blood red.

Fedora nudged me softly, and I took the cue, slowly standing up. Wobbling on my hair-straight high-heels, I nervously flattened my long dress, my fingers catching in its marvelous waves and enveloping themselves in the soft silky fabric.

My stylist had put me in a beautiful sleeveless dark red dress. It looked like I was so fluid and graceful as the red fabrics washed around me like waves of the ocean. It was cinched with thread at several points and fell in mountainous curves; I absolutely loved it.

My light brown hair was up in an elegant bun, which I had no idea how Ezekiel had done it, my hair being so short and all, but he had, and it had added length that framed my face in beautiful curls at the beginning of my temples.

Slowly, majestically, I made my way up to the velvet-cushioned seat that set me directly in front of Caesar. He smiled at me, a genuine smile, and my tensed muscles slowly relaxed as I sat down, pressing my dress down under me.

"So, Shard," Caesar began, his hair this year, a lovely sea-blue. "How are you liking the Capitol so far on your stay?"

Oh, easy. My mentor and I had rehearsed this thousands of times. I glanced at the audience, brown eyes flashing. "The people here are veeerry interesting, and if I win, I'm defiantly going to spend some more time here in the Capitol." I waggled my eyebrows for effect.

Caesar laughed, as did the rest of the audience, and a few wolf-whistles broke out in the crowd. I teased them with an air kiss, and waved to my imaginary lovers.

"Does that mean you have no lovers back at home?" Caesar asked conversationally, his eyebrows crinkling, but showing no wrinkles. Urgh. Creepy.

"Well, actually, yes. I do." I gave a pointed glance back at my fans, but keeping the light look in my eyes. "And I'm currently seeing one of them, so I'm afraid any time I'll be spending in the Capitol will be for purely educational motives."

"Hear that, boys?" Caesar smiled, winking. "She's off-limits." Comical groans filled the audience.

A few more seconds passed as the audience quieted again. "So, how about it Shard? Anything you hoping for in the arena this year?"

"Well…" I thought carefully, my brain working furiously to fit my angle. "I really hope they'll be some beds. And a real bathroom. That'd be nice."

Small laughter broke.

"Well," Caesar gave a humor filled glance at the gamemakers, who were smiling and shaking their heads. "They'll take your comment into consideration, I'm sure. Anything else?"

"Well for one thing," I was just getting started. "Misquotes are terrible this time of year. Bug-Spray would be nice." I thought a bit more as laughter continued. "And breakfast in bed, oh, and hold the poison."

Things were defiantly warming up now, I grinned, flashing pearly white teeth, "…and if you could have the mutts be sane this year, that would be amazing!" I stood up and curtsied a little to the gamemakers. "That is all. Thank you."

As I sat down again, the buzzer sounded, making me jump in my seat. Geez! Loud little thing!

"Well," Caesar smiled, still chortling. "That's all the time we have for you today, Miss. Shard. But thank you for the laughs."

I grinned, and began to walk to my seat, giving a small wave to the audience over my shoulder and a wink to the camera.

This was my day.

Fedora's POV (D1M)

"Tell me about your family, Fedora," Caesar began, waving her hand absently. "Sisters? Brothers? Girlfriend?"

"Well," I started, thinking abit. "I have a pretty average family. Typical: Mom, Dad, two brothers and a sister, No girlfriend though. I've been focusing on training."

"Ah," Caesar winked knowingly. "Hard-core trainer, aren't you?"

"Actually, I like people more than training. It's just that all the girls at the training session are a little to 'I'm-gonna-slit-your-throat' for my taste."

Caesar laughed and nodded. "Okay, then. How about friends? Any shout-outs to a family member?"

"Well, I do have a large family—and so many friends, that if I'd say 'hi' to them all, I'd only have seconds left." I grinned, and gave a half-wave towards the camera. "Hello… all."

After the laughter died, Caesar moved onto a different subject. "So, a nine in training. Pretty good. But the real question is, if you were holding back on us."

"Well," I gave a fake nervous glance towards my fellow careers and lowered my voice to a whisper. "If I told you, I'm pretty sure my fellow careers would figure it out sooner or later. Word travels fast in Panem."

Ryan's POV (D2G)

Caesar smiled at me, "Why don't you show us your beautiful dress your stylist made for you?"

I grinned, and quickly stood up, the dress falling to right above my knee. This was going exactly where I wanted. I was wearing a soft, little black dress that seemed to be stained by the depths of coal and darkness itself. Beautiful, and flowing.

It took me a second to realize Caesar was still talking, "…and with an interesting style. I really like the one sleeve thing you got going on."

I laughed, "Yeah, me too. But I feel so…" I leaned towards my right and pretended to wobble. "…lopsided."

The audience laughed, and I straightened myself up, pleased—my face flushed.

Caesar came up from behind me and put his head right near my shoulder. "How do you think this would look on like me?" He called to the audience, winking. "The new, sexy Caesar of the Hunger Games." He did a little 'sexy' dance across the stage, obviously enjoying this.

Even I couldn't help but laugh. Playing it up, I shook my head sadly. "Caesar, I'm sorry to tell you this—but you could look as sexy in that dress as my 102 year old grandma."

After a minute or so of Caesar and I pretending to throw punches at each other, we 'forgave' each other for calling the other 'un-sexy'.

Sitting down, Caesar turned to a new topic. "So, Ryan. We've heard that you like to sail." He shot a wink at the gamemakers, who nodded.

I nodded solemnly; this was something I could talk about. "Sailing is my life. If I come back, I'm going to sail the world."

Caesar laughed, "That's a whole lot of ocean to sail, especially since Panem is the only country not under water."

"You never know," I said honestly, a smile flickering onto my face. "I could find an island, and claim it for Ryantopia!"

"And what would this, Ryantopia, be like?" Caesar spoke, looking faintly amused.

"Well, for one thing, everyone would have to walk on their hands from 12:30-1:00, so they get strong muscles in their arms."

"What about their legs?"

"Well, they walk around a lot, and have to learn how to sail, so the legs would be fine. Unless they were really lazy. In that case, everyone in Ryantopia would have really buff arms, but really puny legs." I shot a grin at the audience. "And we all know how degrading that would be."

Several shouts of agreement rose from the audience, and I smiled humbly. "You know you love me."

"Well, unfortunately, their have been scans by the top scientists of Panem, who have all found no signs of life or land," Caesar said ruefully, shaking his head sadly as if he really did regret the loss.

I sighed comically. "And so dies the dream of Ryantopia."

*BUZZER*

Felix Drew, (District Two Male)

"So, Felix." Caesar began awkwardly, shifting slightly in his seat.

I said nothing, my trained eye penetrating his. Idiot. I just wanted to get to the games.

A few more seconds passed, and Caesar finally spoke again. "What do you think will be the biggest challenge in the arena."

"Nothing." I said bluntly, a hint of a snarl in my voice. "All the other tributes are just pawns in the way. All of them are too dumb, or too weak to even put up some sort of a resistance. It'll be slaughter.

"Wow. Um, okay," The tension was rising in Ceasear's brow and he quickly changed the subject. "Have a girlfriend back at home?"

"No."

"Dreams? Ambitions?"

"To win the games."

"Okay…"

I sneered. "You seem tense, Caesar. Something bothering you?"

"Uh, no… not really."

"Hm. What's the problem then?"

*BUZZER*

No way that was two minutes, idiots. Can't face reality. Can't face pressure. All of them are fools.

Sorry if some were shorter than others. Sad, I know. But I can't waste time on pre-games. I just feel like I'm skipping all this stuff... I really want to! But you guys need to know the characters, and I need to learn them myself.

Anyways, sorry about the delay. My computer's been down, and I've had to type all of this up on mu family's iPad. You know how hard that is? -_-

So, please don't expect any more chapters anytime soon. I'll try... I really will... but 3-4 Interviews shouldn't be up for a while, sorry. Especially since I'm trying to do full length interviews. :)

But the arena will be worth it! Trust me.

Code: Cato