AN: Thank you if you are reading this! I hope you enjoy the interviews. I'm definitely trying to show the personality of the tributes here. Comment if you want, good or bad! Any feedback is good!
Interviews
Stiles Spiller POV
I look good, really good. Out of the males this year I'm the tallest and I'm the most handsome. My hair is chocolate brown and my eyes a deep blue. My stylist slicks my hair back and insist I wear some eye makeup to make my eyes "pop" with color. I'm dressed in a suit that matches my eyes, making them stand out even more. I'm the forth interview. The crowd cheers and claps. I smile and wave. I can feel the excitement in my bones. I sit next to Panera. She looks to be about thirty years old, even though she's been the host of the interviews for thirty years now. Her hair is a bright purple that shines in the light, her eye lashes and nails match. She reaches out and touches my cheek lightly with the three inch nails.
"Such a handsome face!" She gleams "Don't we agree, ladies?" Whistles and cheers came from the crowd. I wave and flash my perfectly white smile. That earned a few more whistles from the crowd. "So, Stiles, how does it feel to finally get your chance to show everyone in Panem that you have what it takes to be the Victor of the 30th Annual Hunger Games?"
"It feels great!" I say, and it does! I feel like my whole body is glowing in confidence. My whole body tingles with glee. "I've wanted to prove to everyone that I can be a Victor for several years now, this year I finally got to volunteer."
"And we are glad you did! With a training score of ten, I know I'm excited to see what you have to show us!" More cheers, more claps. I'm loved by all! But do they love Billi, The Princess, the one-handed kid, and the fourteen-year old just as much?
"I'm excited to show you." I say with a wink, keeping my confidence showing. "I won't disappoint." Panera giggles slightly, she knows I'm right.
"What do you think of the capital?" She asks.
"It's so big! And everyone here is so upbeat! I'd honestly love to live here!" No, not really. The people are weird, they dye their skin, their hair, they smell like fruits and flowers. But they must think I love them.
"What did you tell everyone before you left District 2?" Panera asks me.
"My family was proud of me, they know I'm the best. I didn't have to have any sappy goodbyes with them. They congratulated me and I told them I'd make them proud."
"I'm sure you will!" Panera says. She touches my cheek with her long nails again, then she stands up "Let's have one last round of applause for our District Two Male Tribute, Stiles Spiller!" I stand and the crowd cheers and claps, the same sensation that my whole body was tingling comes back. I smile and shake Panera's hand. I don't want to walk off the stage, I'm loving the fame. But I must go.
Topanga Lynn POV
What an arrogant asshole. Stiles Spiller soaks up the crowds cheers and claps as he walks off the stage, grinning from ear to ear. I'm next. Stiles is being sold as the sexy male of the games, I'm obviously being sold as the sexy female. My dress is strapless. Up my right leg the dress is cut short, revealing all the way up to the bottom of my underwear. Deep ruffles fall down my left side. My hair flows long and is in deep waves to match the ruffles. My thin lips are painted red and my eyes are surrounded in glitter. I hate it. I hate being seen as sexy and flirty. I must act as if I'm clueless but also ruthless at the same time. How did I do that?
My stylist tells me I must glide as I walk onto the stage. I do. I glide over to my seat and sit with my chest held high. I stretch my right leg out farther than necessary as I cross it over my left leg. Apparently it looks sexy if I do so. "Look at you!" Panera says as the crowd dies down. "You know, I just love that hair color! Where did you get it?"
"Oh, this is my natural hair color." I say. Panera looks stunned.
"Amazing." She says. "Everything about you looks amazing. I must say, my first impression of you is not a fighter."
"I've heard that before," I say with a smile, "I'm told I look like a princess." The crowd claps again, I smile at them, pushing my shoulders back slightly so my chest sticks out more. Gotta be sexy.
"I'm sure we all will be surprised. You managed to get a ten in training. One of the best scores we've seen this year. Can you tell me how you managed to acquire such a high score?"
"Well..." I twirl my hair around my finger "I better not, I can't reveal all my secrets." I say with a wink.
"Of course, of course!" Panera gleams. "As a young lady with strong survival instincts I was just sure you'd be weary of revealing your secrets."
I smile politely and bat my long, fake, eyelashes. Acting confused as to why the next question has not been asked yet.
"What do you think of the Capital?" She asks.
"I'm super jealous of the outfits." I say the lie through a smile. What I really want to say is the outfits looks like crap and these people need a serious reality check.
"I bet we could find an amazing outfit to match that wonderful hair of yours!" Panera says.
"That's be amazing." I say.
"I like this girl! Don't you!? Topanga Lynn!" Panera says as she stands up and raises her hands. The crowd cheers and claps. I stand as well. Flipping my hair and making sure my chest stands out. Panera thanks me for doing the interview and I give her a quick hug. I'm ready to run off the stage. But I glide off the stage like told.
Billi Link POV
Going on stage after all the pretty and handsome tributes is nerve racking. All they had to do was flash a few smiles and show off their figures. I can't do that. My hair does look nicer, my stylist managed to get the frizz out. I walk onto the stage. The crowd claps and cheers for me just like they did for the last six tributes. I smile at them and take my seat.
"Billi Link, tell me, are you happy to be here today?" Panera asks me.
"I am." I say with a smile.
"Watching the reaping videos I was sure you'd let someone volunteer in your place, it shows great bravery that you didn't." Panera says. "I remember sitting on this very stage with your brother only seven years ago."
"Yes, I remember watching him. I was so young then, not even old enough for the reaping yet. I looked up to him so much. I feel I must honor him by winning this years game." I say. This wasn't necessarily the whole truth. I decided I'd tell everyone the reason I refused volunteers was to honor my brother. I'd be viewed in a bad light if they knew I joined only to get the make-over. Other tributes would see me as weak and vulnerable. I had to prove them wrong, that's why I did everything in my power to get one of the highest scores. Panera was thinking about the scores as well.
"You are one of the five tributes to score a ten. That is very impressive. I'm guessing, because you are from District Four, you've had a lot of practice using fishing gear."
"Yes," I say "I believe I'll prove to be just as strong as my brother was."
"Wonderful! I can't wait to see how you use that to your advantage." The crowd claps, agreeing with Panera. I smile and adjust my position in the seat. I can't pull off the sexy look like the girl from District Three, but I can show that I have strong arms. Luckily I'm in a thin strap dress.
"And what do you think of the Capital?" She asks.
"It's beautiful. Just like the sea back at home." I say.
"Wonderful!"
Panera stands and asks for one last round of applause before I exit the stage. I stand and shake her hand, I thank her for having me. She's impressed. I exit the stage feeling more confident than I did when I walked onto it.
Lex Grovenstin POV
When it's my turn to go onto the stage I feel sick. But I know the audience is expecting something grand from me. I'm weak, small, disabled, quiet. Yet I scored a ten. They'll all be wondering what I did to impress the Gamemakers so much. I shake Panera's hand then take the seat next to her.
"Lex Grovenstin. I'm going to cut right to the chase; I just know everyone is dying to know, what is it that you possess that has seemed to impress the Gamemakers enough to score as one of the top five tributes?"
"I think with my disability many people underestimate me. Obviously I cannot hold a weapon with my right hand, and all of these tributes now that weapons play a big part in the winner of the games." I say. I still feel like I'm holding back vomit. "But many of the tributes also now that planning and scavenging are big parts of the game as well. We've seen several winners who uses their brains more than their muscles to win." That earned a few claps and cheers from the crowd.
"So you are saying that you are more mentally capable of winning this game than other tributes?"
"Yes." I answer quickly. Panera smiles.
"Wonderful! I just love those tributes who are smart," She turns to face the crowd "Don't you!?" Cheers and claps from all around. I swallow the lump in my throat. Do. Not. Throw. Up. I force a smile then let Panera continue asking questions. "Now, I assume your goodbyes must have been very tough, now that all of that is behind you, and you have proved you can do very well, is there anything you'd like to say differently to those you left behind at home?"
"No, I don't." I say "I told them I'd see them when this is all over. And I do plan on seeing them when this is over." Maybe it was a cocky thing to say, maybe I was being arrogant, but it was the truth, and the crowd seemed to love it. Panera thanked me for being there and I gladly made my way off the stage.
Zila Monument POV
Every eye in Panem was going to be focused on me. For the first time ever I was going to be the center of attention. There was no way to hide, no way to shrink into the shadows and not be noticed. I do not like it. My body shakes as I walk onto the stage, the cheers of the crowd drowning out my own thoughts. I'm sitting in the chair and being asked the first question before I could focus.
"You are a very pretty young woman." Panera says to me, "You are fourteen, correct."
"Yes." I say. My voice shaky. Panera notices my nervousness and smiles at me kindly.
"Don't be nervous. It's only a little interview, dear." She turns to the crowd "So young, yet such an amazing score! She is the last of the five tributes to score a ten. Isn't that impressive!" The crowd cheers and claps. "I've been let in on a little secret, the Gamemakers are calling her The Human Chameleon. Zila, can you explain to the viewers what that means, please?"
I've never heard that term before. The Human Chameleon? When did they come up with that?
"I'm just really good at blinding in." I say "That's why I'm so nervous, I'm not use to people looking at me."
"Oh, deary, letting yourself be seen is not such a big deal!" Panera says, holding her arms up and letting the crowd view her purple attire.
"No offense, but in my possession it might be better if the other tributes can't find me." I say. The crowd laughs. I didn't mean it as a joke, but they seemed to. Panera joins in with laughter.
"I suppose you are correct," She says, tapping her head as if she forgot the simple fact that I'm going to be fighting for my life. I force a small smile. Why can't this be over already? "Zila, I imagine you said goodbye to family and friends before you left. What did you say to them before you left?"
"Oh." I was expecting this question, but I didn't expect for it to hurt so much when I answered. "No family. My mother and father are both gone. I did say goodbye to the girls from the group home. One of them gave me her necklace, which was kind, I told her I'd wear it all the time."
"I'm guessing that is the necklace there?" Panera says, gesturing to the silver necklace around my neck. I nod. "It's beautiful, she must love you very much to give that to you." I just smile. Not sure how to answer. "How about one last round of applause for Zila before she goes?!" We stand and I wave goodbye to the audience and quickly exit the stage.
