Sup everyone! Let's get the ball rolling and...

Diamond: You promised cake.

Me: I said nothing!

Sapphire: Definitely said cake.

Me: Where did this come from?

Gold: Cake?

White: Can it be gold?

Gold: What?

Crystal: It's a cake type, idiot.

Blue: No, chocolate!

Red: Can it be marble?

Black: What?

Yellow: Chocolate/White swirl.

Silver: Agree or argue.

All: Marble it is.

Me: Okay... as I was saying, let's get the ball rolling and start the next chapter.

Green: MPF 5 doesn't own Pokemon or the Hunger Games.


Chapter 4: Let them have cake...errr...Interviews

I train all day. That's it. Blue, Silver, Green and I practice hand to hand combat and all weapons together. Word is that Sapphire and Ruby don't need to and they are naturally strong. Sapphire I can understand, but the nearly gay Ruby? How does he fit that? Maybe underestimating others this early is bad. Only one more day, anyway. We all know the careers are the tributes from 1, 2 and Misty of 4. Diamond could be one, but they seem to be excluding him, so maybe we can take him in. Actually, with all the alliances, there might be three or four teams in these games, assuming the careers don't massacre a third to half of the others in the first few minutes.

After training and eating, Lily leads us to our showrooms, where Erika is waiting for me. Her team consists of Mary, Tucker, and Lorelei. "Let's start with your disheveled hair," Erika says. Tucker takes me and styles my hair as Mary and Lorelei clean up my nails (toes and fingers respectively).

After, Erika shoos the crew out of the room. "I was thinking black leather; it seems to suit you." I agree completely. Erika suggests that I show my feelings and attitude as I would in District 12. Therefore, she makes me wear jeans (not ripped), a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Tucker returns to comb my hair again, exposing my forehead. The outfit is complete. I feel good, and my prep team compliments me.

All I have to do now is wait to be interviewed by... I don't even know his name.

We go down to the lobby and go to the studio. We meet up with the other tributes and mingle until it is close to interview time. We are lined up boy-girl and by District. Gold leads us off, Blue is at the end.

"Want something special tonight?" the thief breaths in my ear. "Not at all!" I snap back at her. I'm moody right now, because I'm almost dead. Only a few days left, so I can't make the best of it by being holed up in the Capital.

"Be that way," Blue pouts. "She's so annoying," I say to no one in particular. No one in front of me pays attention. "No wonder she's a thief."

"A thief, huh?" says the person in front of me. It's Yellow, the girl of many talents. "Oh, sorry for bothering you Yellow." "Oh, no bother. But Blue is a thief?"

"Where do you think your sketchpad is?" I ask. She frantically looks around herself for the book, but I just hold my hand out to Blue and she puts the book in my hand. I return it to Yellow.

"And my belt," I yawn. She tosses it to Yellow.

"And now, your host, Eusine Flickerman!" That's the guy's name? Eusine? Well, at least I know that now.

"Do you want your belt, Red?" Yellow asks softly. "Sure." I'm about to take it when Blue restrains me. "Actually, you can put it on for him," Blue says, spinning me around. "Trust me," she mouths to me. I can sense Yellow shaking behind me, but she reaches around and puts the belt on for me. I turn back to face her. She is the color of my name. "Not so bad, was it?" Blue asks. Yellow shakes her head, but seems petrified.

"I'll continue our previous conversation," I say, hoping she will recover. I notice Gold has left, and on the monitor, is being interviewed by Eusine. "Blue is a thief. She has stolen and such so that it almost seems she is fit for this competition. I only have one problem in this competition."

"Really?" asks Yellow. "Yes. Why are you so talented?" She freezes. Woops. Came on too strong. "Yellow," I say, rubbing her shoulder in comfort. "If you have done something wrong, I'll understand. I've had my fair share of adventures." She snaps her head up and looks into my eyes.

It almost seems...evil. Like she defines the meaning of fear.

She tells me, "Finally, someone I can relate to." I sigh in relief. Maybe I misinterpreted that. If so, she really is talented. I could always read the thoughts people were thinking in a moment by looking into their eyes.

We go into our family histories. I tell of my boring one, with my family being normal for our district. I tell her how my mother and I always looked out for healing herbs around the district. That's true, but she knows that I can't have so many growing in the terrible District 12 environment. She tells me her mother died in childbirth and her father fell out of the largest tree in the District trying to get the best of its fruit. She lives on her own now. I ask her about her other family. "My uncle was moved to District 4," she explains. "His abilities are better suited there." That explains the fishing. But animals?

"Are there any animals in 11?" I inquire. "Not many, but there is an abundance of Mockingjays." Ah, the mockingjay. The only natural mutation. You probably know their background, but I have found a nest in my district. I used them to communicate from my mother through different whistles. Blue just listens through the whole chit-chat.

Time flies by, and it's already Yellow's turn. "Good luck!" I call to her, waving. She gives a shy wave back. "In love?" I jump at Blue's voice. We're the only two here, but I was too focused on Yellow.

"Uh...no." Then it occurs to me. "Wait, didn't we just...the other day...I...uh...you..." I stutter. She giggles.

"Now don't think like that!" she says. "We're going to die. If you love her, go after her!" "But you..." I try to say. She waves me off. "No way, I can find others." I sigh in relief. At least everything's gonna work out. "You were awesome, though," she adds. I facepalm. Enough of the drama. I turn my attention to the screen.

"One last question," Eusine says. "Okay..." Yellow murmurs. "Can we see your last drawing?" Yellow clutches her sketchpad to her chest and shakes her head. "Oh, but it must be excellent," Eusine pleads. Yellow takes a deep breath and flips to her last drawing. "Let's see it, Yellow," Eusine says, easing her on. She slowly flips the book to reveal her last drawing.

It's me.

Me, sitting with the guys and laughing at Gold's joke. The rest isn't on the paper, but I know that scene. "Oh, who's this?" Eusine jokes. "Your crush?" Yellow blushes furiously, but doesn't answer. "So you really love him?" She becomes more red. "Isn't that adorable! Ladies and gentlemen, Yellow!" Yellow stands and walks off the stage. I can see, though, she puts pressure on her last step. I assume it would be to get a fast start to her run back to her room to cry.

I'm up now. I step through the doors. As I do so, Blue says, "Don't mess things up. Tell half-truths." Gee, thanks for the encouragement. The doors closed behind me. I waited for my cue.

"And now, the boy from District 12, Red Everdeen!"

I walk into the bright stage with dignity. I shake Eusine's hand and we both sit. "So, let's start off with easy ones," he says. "Sure thing, ease me into the competition," I agree. "Right. So, what's your favorite part of the capital?"

I lock eye contact with him. I can tell the higher ranking people know of me and Blue. Might as well clear the air. I laugh a little and say, "I must say the privacy is very good." A mix of confusion and "Ooh!" comes from the crowd. Eusine laughs with me. "Well, at least you have a sense of humor!" He's dragging me into this. "Yeah, you could say I won't die a virgin." That gets the crowd going. Eusine's eyes tell me I said the right things.

"Well, TMI for some, but most, I think, will be laughing with us on this one!" he exclaims. At this rate, sponsors will flood in. "Using that, let's move on. You look...badass." I nod. "Thanks. No one for me, though." "Awe" is heard from the crowd. Not a love "awe", but a disappointed one. Eusine looks at me in fake surprise.

"I haven't said this before but...Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what's her name?" (A/N: Yes, I looked up the exact quote. Sue me. Not really, I'm not plagiarizing.)

I sigh, playing along. "Well, there is this one girl..." "Ooh!" The crowd loves this load of bullshit. "Do go on!" Eusine urges. I sigh again. "She is so cute, lovely, is very talented and nice." "Well, hopefully she gives you all you need," Eusine says, and the crowd giggles at his obvious reference to earlier and Blue.

"Oh no, I've only known her for a short time now." "All tributes never formally know each other." "Yes, but I wish for one day the forest will be orange leaves." That confuses everyone, but not Eusine. His eyes cloud with anger, but he doesn't show it otherwise. Showing him up with this twist, he can't lose it now.

"What did you think of her sketch?" he asks. Now the crowd gets it. I feel them nearly falling over the edges of their seats for my answer.

"The most brilliant masterpiece in all of Panem."

"Awe," cries the crowd. Literally, people are crying. Now is the love "awe". I look at the camera and know that a teary-eyed Yellow is watching this and is choked up. "One last thing," Eusine says. "Go ahead." "If you could say one thing to the person next in line, what would it be?" I think this over. What do I tell Blue. I know she is watching right now. I look at the camera directly.

"I'd tell the person that you'll find love, even in a hopeless place."

More love "awe"s. "Ladies and gentlemen, Red!" I stand up and walk to my room.

I sleep peacefully, knowing I did a great job.


I wake up, shower, change and eat as normal. After eating, however, Lily screams to us, "OH NO!" Not very descriptive. "Not very descriptive," I say to her. "Sorry," Lily says, "but the day they waited for us counts as one of your training days!" "WHAT?!" Blue and I yell simultaneously. "You are expected to go to your private session as normally scheduled."

Great. The private sessions. Both tributes go into the room and practice in front of the Gamemakers. Usually there is a higher score awarded to one tribute in a district over the other due to the attention battle that they perform.

"Great what are we supposed to do?" I moan. "I have an idea," Blue says. We spend the rest of our breakfast time preparing for Blue's plan, then go down with Lily to the training room. "Good luck you two!" she calls as the elevator closes and takes her back up.

I look at Blue. "You ready?" I ask her. "As ready as I'll ever be." We walk into the room. The Gamemakers are actually packing up as we enter. We stand before them and bow, as protocol. I don't think they care. I give Blue a puzzled look, but she nods in confidence.

"Hey, turn it up, please," one Gamemaker says. "Sure," another one replies. He goes over to a stereo system as Blue gets some rope. I quickly take a knife. The second Gamemaker turns up the volume of the stereo, the beat that continuously plays.

They obviously want to shut us up.

I stand in front of them and start tapping my foot. No one has left yet, but they are saying their goodbyes. One opens the door to leave and that's when I start singing.

"Turn up the music, cause this song just came on.

Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down."

Here, the door closes and everyone stops talking to listen. I'm dancing and lift weights, weilding weapons, and such, at the same time.

"Turn up the music, can I hear it til the speakers blow.

Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down.

"If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air,

put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up."

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air,

put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up..."

Blue joins me after preparing herself. She was putting her hands up in the background. I sing one part, then she sings the next part of the same line.

Me: And turn up the music!

Blue: Just turn it up louder.

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: I need it in my life, yeah!

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: Just turn it up louder.

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: I need it in my life, yeah!

Me: Woah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Woah Oh Oh

Woah Ohohohohoh (Blue: Turn up the music!)

Woah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Woah Oh Oh

Woah Ohohohohoh (Blue: Turn up the music!)

I look at the judges faces. We do hand-to-hand combat moves that look like dancing as we sing the chorus. Their looks are priceless. Now it's Blue's solo.

"Turn up the music, cause I feel a little turned on.

Turn up the music, don't you try to turn me down.

Turn up the music, and I feel just a little bount.

Turn up the music, fill me up and take me down."

I rejoin the song. The Gamemakers are stunned.

"If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air,

put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up."

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air,

put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up..."

Me: And turn up the music!

Blue: Just turn it up louder.

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: I need it in my life, yeah!

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: Just turn it up louder.

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: I need it in my life, yeah!

Me: Woah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Woah Oh Oh

Woah Ohohohohoh (Blue: Turn up the music!)

Woah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Woah Oh Oh

Woah Ohohohohoh (Blue: Turn up the music!)

I start off alone, but after a line Blue comes in.

"Save my life! Just dance with me."

"I can see it in your eyes,

Baby you want a piece of me. Ohhh.

So let's do it tonight

And do whatever it takes to make it right.

Just turn it up!

Just turn it up!

Me: Just turn it up...

Blue: Just turn it up! Turn it up!

Me: Just turn it up!

Blue: Ahhh!

Me: Just turn it up!

Blue: I love you, Baby!

That last line throws us for a second, but it stuns the Gamemakers even more. Blue let it slip. Does she really love me? Hopefully she's singing about someone unbelievable like Green or Silver.

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: Just turn it up louder.

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: I need it innnnnn!

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: Turn it louder!

Me: Turn up the music!

Blue: I need it in my life, yeah!

Me: Yeah, Yeah! LEGGO!

Both: Woah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Woah Oh Oh

Woah Ohohohohoh! Can you turn up the music?!

Me: Woah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Woah Oh Oh

Woah Ohohohohoh (Blue: Can you turn up the...)

Me: Turn it up! Just dance with me (x2). Blue, Blue turn it up!

Blue: Yeah!

Me: Turn it up! Just dance with me (x5). Can't stop the music!

We're done. However, in the last part, we prepared something special.

Blue pulled out her rope out, created a noose and threw it over a beam and hung a dummy. We then hurried over picked up a single bow, pulled back a single arrow together, and shot. The arrow sliced the rope, sending the dummy into Blue's snare.

Did I mention the snare? She set it up without them noticing. The snare did not only clamp the dummy, but also electrocuted it. The Gamemakers just stood in silence. We bowed.

As we went to leave, the Head Gamemaker, Cyrus Crane, gave us a nod.

I walked away liked the scared little boy I was.


Me: Finally done!

Crystal: Nice illusion.

Me: What?

White: Yeah, I see it.

Me: See what?

Cheren: Isn't it obvious?

Me: I don't even write about you!

Green: ...The Song...

Me: What about it?

Platina: *sigh* Like the last chapter, it adds space that makes the story seem longer.

Blue & Red: Same with the intros and outros.

Yellow: What shipping is Red in?

Green: And Blue?

Me: That's for me and you guys to know, and for the readers to find out.

Gold: Oh yeah! The shippings are...

Crystal: Don't ruin it! *kicks him in the groin*

Gold: *on ground in pain* Don't you want kids, Crys?

Crystal: WHAT?!

Me: LOL at the end. Nice humor, right?

Emerald: Um, Gold's getting beat up now.

Sapphire: Good, he'll be dead for the competition!

Me: This is all separate from the story!

Silver: ...Long outro...

Me: …Right. See yah next time!