Jax Flint, District 5
Olivia offers me her warmest, most sarcastic smile as she flounces off stage in that ridiculous pink dress. Of course she looks great in it, but even so it's so very Capitol like it disgusts me.
"Have fun!" She says as I walk in the opposite direction, and I role my eyes. Since we've gotten to the Capitol, nothing's been fun.
"Now it's time to welcome… Jax Flint!" The roar of the crowd almost knocks me off my feet as I step up onto the stage. I want to fix my pink (my stylist says it's salmon, but I know pink when I see it0 boy tie, but it's too late so I let it sit crookedly as I drop into the chair next to Caesar. "Good evening Jax. So I think the thing all of us here in the Capitol want to know is why you volunteered. Would you care to elaborate?
"Well, I was really shocked when Olivia was reaped. As you probably know, we've been best friends for as long as I can remember. I'm here because I'll do anything to make sure she gets home. It's as simple as that."
"Wow, you truly are an admirable friend. Speaking of which, have either of yo ever considered being more that friends?"
I took a deep breath here. Olivia didn't want anyone to know, so neither did I. "No, we're like brother and sister. She's got so much of a better chance if she wins, and the least I could do for her is help as much as I can."
Caesar looked at me skeptically and then moved on. We talked about how I liked the capitol, what our strategy was going to be in the arena, all the normal questions. The whole time though, I was thinking of Olivia. If I can't keep her off my mind when she's out of sight, how on earth will I be able to keep my affection for her at bay when we're together in the arena 24/7?
Nicola Brad, District 7
Frankly, I'm just not in the mood for an interview. In fact, ever since I came to the Capitol I really haven't been in the mood for anything. It shows: My training score shows that: On a good day, I know I can do much better than a six.
But regardless of how I feel, I do have to do this interview. And I'm not actually nervous, mostly just bored and worried that my worst side is going to come across to all of Panem, risking my chances of surviving at all.
"Thank you Scott! Next up we have the lovely Nicola Brad, of District 7!" Scott Lott saunters down the stairs and back into the wings I take a deep breath, and get ready to step up on stage.
As I walk past my ally, Magenta of District two, she calls out to me, "Break a leg sweetheart!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Does she really want me to break a leg? I trust her of course, or else we wouldn't be allies, but that's a blatant display of rudeness.
"It's just an expression!" She laughs, and I release the tension n in my shoulders. I really need to stop getting worked up over little things.
"Nicola Brad!" Caesar prompts again, and this time I rush up the stage, smiling all the way. I smooth my white taffeta dress as I set down. I'm ready to go. "Welcome Nicola. So, how as you're Hunger Games experience been so far?" Guess we're getting right to the questions.
"OH, it's just been so amazing. You know, I'm much more fortunate than lots of the people back home in district 7, but that just doesn't compare to life here! And you know, I've met some really amazing people along the way."
"Oh, do you perhaps already have an ally for the games?"
"Oh yes I do, but I'm not spilling anything. It'll just have to be a surprise for the viewers back home." I smile at the audience once again, but I bet they can all see straight through my little façade. I'm not happy to be here, and frankly, I'm not so sure about this alliance. But they can't know that, and this is only the beginning of having to fake the rest of my life, whether I live through this is not. So I keep on smiling, keep on waving and try to be as normal as I can.
Michael Barnes, District 10
She's perfect. Kenna Ramirez is absolutely perfect. More perfect than murder, more perfect than blood, she's perfect. That why she needs to belong to me.
"Whoa, you sure are feisty! Alrighty folks, let's give a big round of applause to Kenna and also welcome her district partner, Michael Barnes!" As Kenna walked past me and reached out and touched her arms. I actually got to touch perfect!
"You are such a creep!" She shouted at me as she made her way down the hall. Even the way she says creep is perfect.
"Welcome to the Capitol Michael! So, I have to ask you, can you give us any details about you're ridiculously good training score?"
I started to drool. The private training session had been fun, even though I hadn't actually been able to kill anything. Except for the sandbags. Hearing them scream in pain as I beat them had been music to my ears.
"That was my special time! You can't have it! You can't know about it!" I screamed at Caesar. Who does he think he is?
"Alright, alright. Next question then. Do you have any alliances planned for the arena?"
"NO! NO! I have one for after the games. Kenna. Kenna and I are going to be together forever!"
"Oh. Well, it'll be very interesting to see how you work that one out." At this point, the man started to scoot away from me. Clearly he could feel the perfect that I had touched radiating off my skin, and that was too much to handle.
"Do you want to feel the perfect?"
"What?"
"Touch my hand! TOUCH MY HAND!" If I could get him to touch the perfect, he might just melt away. Everyone will melt away. Then I can have Kenna all to myself.
Before I could get to him though, Caesar called out, "Looks like that's all the time we have for Michael! Next up is…" But I wasn't listening. Two peacekeepers were pulling me off stage, and I tried to get them to touch the perfect. I need everyone to melt away.
Hope Rivers, District 11
I look so amazing. Not that anyone cares anymore.
Well, after I win the games, they'll care. I bet it was just a fluke, no one volunteering for me. After I win the games, I can resume in my position as District 11's reining popularity queen. Until then however, I have to make it through the games, and the first step is acing my interviewing. As I'm making my way up the stairs, two peacekeepers are dragging down the boy from district 10. He's flailing around and screaming, what a weirdo. I try not to associate myself with his type.
I sit down in the chair across from Caesar are my tulle dress poufs up around me. "Hello Hope. So, how has the Capitol been treating you?"
"Oh Caesar, it's just wonderful!" I let out a high-pitched giggle and the audience laughs along with me. Or is it at me?
"Given the choice, would you live in District 11, or here."
"Well, all my AMAZING friends are in district 11," I put an emphasis on the amazing. This should really hurt. "But the Capitol people are so generous! After I win the games, I totes plan on moving back here!"
"Oh my, you seem very confidant! What do you think will be your greatest asset in the arena?"
"I'm an amazing fighter! But of course I can always use help. I love presents!" I then wink at the audience. Really, I'm too good at this.
"Well that's great Hope! I wish you all the best. Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give her a huge round of applause!" The audience cheers and I stand up and curtsy. Really, this is too easy.
I bounce of stage and pass Kindle, who is on his way up. He gives me that same greasy glare that I've been getting ever since we got the train. Obviously he's just jealous. And if he isn't now, then he will be when I win the games.
Let me know what you think! Our reveiw numbers have dropped over the last few chapter, so make sure to keep it up! Also, I've got an awesome edit to the contest rules:
If you vote in the contest, your name will be added to a random draw. As soon as it ends, I will pick one name and that person't tribute will recieve a sponsor gift in the arena, in addition to the winner of the contest getting one. If you are picked but don't have a tribute in the games, you can choose anyone you want to recieve a gift.
Thanks for the idea, PerfectingImperfections! Now get reveiwing, and get voting!
-Zinky
