Family and Friends Interviews

Citrine Casseterin D1

My sister's made it so far! I'm so proud of her! But there are still 7 other tributes, and a nasty arena. If my sister doesn't win I don't know what I'll do, cry no doubt. Uh, oh, there's a knock on the door. We said later, when Mom and Dad are back from work. Not now, when it's just me! Oh, well, it's time to do Alexandrite proud!

"Hello." I greet casually. If I can help Alexandrite in any way, it'd be now.

"Hello, Citrine. I'm Florindie. The interviewer, I'm here to speak to you." I gape at her, her hello sounded more like 'ollio' But I smile and invite her in, offering her some refreshments, but she declines them all. Oh well, our food isn't their food.

"So Citrine, how's it feel to see your sister fight so successfully?" She asks intently.

"Well, it's frightening, but reassuring. Telling me that she'll come home."

"I truly hope she does come home, as many people love her. No, adore her." She looks to me a moment, and then grins. "Is her success a surprise to you?"

"No, not at all. I would've been surprised if she didn't! Even if she does die she'd get her revenge."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. But she still loves me with no end; otherwise I'd be the one in that arena!"

"Yes, that's true. Thank you for your time. Can you tell me where to find your parents?"

"The fashion shop, two blocks east, the red building."

"Thank you darling."

"Welcome." She stands and rushes out the door, to go and disturb my parents.

Larissa Fields D2

I'm not surprised she volunteered. She is one tough girl, and gives one heck of a fight! I'm cheering for her the whole way through. And I just know that she'll be the one to be bound back to their district, and be full of everlasting riches! I'd bet my life on it!

I open the door and sit outside on the patio out front. Mom's at work, so my interview's first. Their van pulls up, and some horrid looking woman jumps out, along with a camera crew of course. I wave her over and motion to the seat next to me. She lightly nods and sits down. She doesn't introduce herself; she just smiles and begins to long-windedly greet me. I smile kindly and reply with the sweetest answer she'll get; "I love you outfit!" She just gives a tinkly laugh and compliments me on mine. Oh well, good enough start.

"So, Larissa, what do you think of Spencer's progress?" She asks me. I grin stupidly.

"I think her progress is amazing! We all knew shed get this far. Why, I would bet my life on it!"

"You would? Shall we?"

"Yeah!" She's not going to hold me to it, right? She better not, then mom would e heartbroken!

"I am so sorry Larissa, but we have to go. We still need the rest of her family and friends. So goodbye and we'll cash in on that bet later…" I nod meekly at that, oops.

Sparkle Hatteburg D2

My big brother left us to the horrors of the games. I lost all happiness when the games began. With him killing that defenseless District 9 boy made me tremble with anger but then I forgave him when in the corner of the screen I saw him hugging the locket we gave him. I miss him, without him dad takes it all out on us! When Armor was here he would defend us! But he's gone now, off to defend himself. A woman walks in accompanied by dad. He's smiling and laughing since the camera's rolling, but when he sees us his smile gets brighter.

"Sparkle, Chad, come join us!" He beckons, but we go. We want to show the best for Armor. Dad chats with her as Chad and I nod and smile. That's what we were informed to do. Good luck Armor, but come save us soon.

Rogner Branie D3

My beloved daughter, I messed up selling you. Now you're in an arena where there's only two ways out; as one of the 23 dead, or the sole survivor. Please, come back to me, so I can make things right again. I loved her, but money got the best of me, if I could redo that moment I would. That peacekeeper would have earned himself a heavy slap, and a good ol' whooping, but of course I was stupid. I left you to be treated as a slave, I shouldn't have and I'm sorry. I know you can't hear me, but, I love you.

"Why hello, Mr. Branie. Would you mind speaking with me?" I see the ugliest creature ever, definitely Capitol.

"Why of course, miss. I assume this is for me little Felix?"

"Why of course it is sir, we're going 'round to all the families." I give a small nod and beckon them in. But I don't stop at the small family area; I take them to the backyard. And then I show them the huge tree, engraved on it is a small poem just for Fellisberta;

"We love you,
Yet we cast you out,
You loved us,
Yet we set a blind eye,
You were taken away,
And now, we pay."

We had all signed it, if she dies, we blame ourselves.

"Wow, sir, this is just a beautiful poem. Who is the poet?"

"Me." She looks stunned, as if I just slapped her. I might if she doesn't stop that idiotic look she's giving me.

"Now, I must be going dreadfully sorry." She gives me a sorry smile, but she isn't sorry, she's afraid. This poem could be rebellious. But remember who started the tech rebellion and never got caught? That's why this poem fits her, and why it will make us feel sorrowful, and yet; hopeful. She will return, and when she does I'll never let her go.

John Sulu D4

I should be at the butcher shop; distracted from losing my daughter. But no; I have to be here, in my best clothes, talking to some stranger about my daughter's current situation. They're here right now, I got them to go on about what they think of my daughter. The woman's first words were; "She's very beautiful, and sweet, and charming….." But after that I tuned her out, adding the occasional "mmhm", "I agree.", and "Yes, completely, thank you for coming." But of course she still goes on. Then she says to me, "I wish your daughter the best of luck." Then leaves. Thank whoever made that happen! She was really getting on my nerves! Sheesh!

Blondina Haywire D6

My little Stormy's fighting to the death, which doesn't surprise me that she got this far. But what does surprise me is her choice of alliances. First she goes with the killer group, then she joined up with this little District 3, who killed her own district partner! Now she's with Ryan. But their romance was forseen, at least by me. A seamstress is very observant, so I saw it almost right away, But Stormy only sees it now, oh well.

"Oh, Blondina, you simply must become a stylist for next year's games! Your work is simply wonderful." That woman walks around the seamstress shop I co-own with Mrs. Ohare. She picks up my latest work; it's meant for spirit night. Or known by the kid as Halloween. It's of a robot, perfectly shaped, and made entirely of fabric and metal.

"Why thank you, I'll think about it." She shows me the votes on how many think that Stormy would win; 60%! That's more than I figured anyway. My face must show it as she laughs, and continues.

"Of course your daughter has a huge chance, but she could still be thrown down." She sees my look of pure horror, and grins. "Goodbye." She just gets up, and walks off. My mouth is still hanging open, better close it.

Connaline Ohare D6

I'm glad Ryan finally chased down Stormy's love, and then got it. But now he's in such a pickle; either win and lost the love of his life, or die and be gone. But I encourage him to do what he feels is right, I love him, but I've learned of how to let go.

"Connaline, please tell me how long this romance has gone on for." Oh, I forgot she was here.

"Ryan has always loved Stormy, she only realized it now." That is the nicest I'll be…

"Yes, but why does he love her?"

"They have been best friends since forever ago, and then Stormy got beautiful, and she truly started to change. She was happier, brighter, cheerier, and he was stricken with love."

"Ah yes, I see." She stares for a moment, then gets up. And leaves. Good, it smelled like death in here. Yech!

Zelia Marblin D12

Noah's my best friend, and she's fighting. She's killed two, but they had it coming. I heard in her interview that she broke a peacekeeper's nose for Hob. I wish I had been there, to give her support. But I'd be in her way. She will come back to us, but Head Peacekeeper Soro won't be too happy about that… Oh well, that's the life of the undiscovered rebel.

"Zelia, some people are here to see you!" Speak of the devil.

"Send them up, mom!" I yell to her. She talks to them for a minute, then they thunder up the stairs. It's the interview crew, I didn't expect them to come see me.

"Hello, Zelia." The lady greets, but it sounds like she's talking to a two year-old.

"That would be me, Noah's best friend." I flash a brilliant smile, and try not to laugh. I'm going to be as dramatic as them, in my own mocking way.

"Ah yes, your brother was Hob, Noah mentioned him. Her breaking the peacekeeper's nose for him is what got her most of her sponsors. They were surprised she's do that, were you?"

"Oh no, I wasn't really. That peacekeeper had been the one to kill dear sweet Hob, and Hob really enjoyed Noah. So of course she did him a favor, erasing any debt." I should use my fake Capitol accent, but that'd be a little too far.

"Good night, and happy Hunger Games!" She signs off, gives me the evil eye and leaves. When she's halfway down the stairs I stick my tongue out in her direction. She'll never know…

A/N Hope you enjoyed this lovely thing called interviews, I know they were interesting to right… Althug