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Note: Due to a new schedule, interview prep and the actual interview will be on the same day.

The games will start on Monday, tomorrow (in the world of Panem). The interview is on Sunday night.

ASTRID CALLOW, DISTRICT 10 FEMALE TRIBUTE (MGWTN)

"No, no no!" Cindy, my escort howls, placing a hand firmly on my back. "You sit like this." I reluctantly elongate my spine, to which she sighs in chagrin.

"Don't hike up that skirt!" Is the next thing she yells at me for, as I naturally hike up the skirt to my knees so I can walk. I can walk in high-heels, sure, but there's no way I'll be able to walk in both at the same time. I resolve to do against what she says, so I don't fall on my face at the interview later tonight. Remembering the fact that I'll be on stage in front of thousands, millions, watching, I instinctively curl my spine again to hide my face. At this, Cindy throws her hands in the air and shouts a short command. I definitely enjoyed Loga, our mentor's content portion of the morning.

"Well, I guess it's time for lunch." Fifteen minutes later, this call is my salvation. I get up, try not to run to the delicious food waiting, and finally stumble into my seat. Sean looks up, briefly disengaging with his pot of soup, and then dives back in. I sit down primly, trying to practice, and pick up a plate of what looks like smashed fried chicken with mushrooms and tomato's the size of grapes.

"That's a nice dish." Loga comments. "Chicken Marsala. I always get it when I come here."

"That's nice." I murmur, because really, I'm too entranced by the food. I need to eat as much food as I can, because this is my next-to-last meal in the capitol. No wait, I'm sure they'll give me breakfast. One last meal before I enter the arena, where food is notoriously hard to get.

The arena. The place of horrors. But, I must get out alive if I ever want to see District 10 again.

BRINN IVORY-HAGEN, DISTRICT 9 FEMALE TRIBUTE (NewYorkGreen8)

I officially hate my prep team. No question about it. They flit around me like tiny little mosquitos, cooing and possibly trying to make me feel better, but failing.

"I'm sure it'll be quick and painless!" The one with no eyebrows coddles. I'm not sure if he's talking about the interview, or my inevitable death. Probably the latter. But I know they hope that my death won't be quick, or painless. They hope for a show, in which most likely one of the gorgeous scary girls from district one and two, or the boy with silent power from thirteen, will win.

"Listen, dear, Caesar really is okay." Really? Could he be different than all of these incredibly idiotic capitol people? How could it be?

In my mind, all of the capitol people are the same. Completely clinically insane.

EMBER MARIA ASHES, DISTRICT 3 FEMALE TRIBUTE (Why live a life frowning?)

"Welcome to the Hunger Games, Panem!" Caeser shouts into the crowd, making everyone go absolutely insane with excitement. I watch limply, almost with the detachment that my parents surely have at home, watching. They can't do anything about my situation, neither can I. The only thing I can do is to hope against hope that somehow I'll be able to return to district 3 alive. Which probably won't even happen. But that's all I have to cling onto right now.

"And here we are, with the interviews! Aren't we all just pumped with the thought of the games tomorrow?" He shouts, earning shouts and thundering applause back.

"Let's kick it off with Glory Spindel, our gorgeous District one female! Let's make some noise!"

I can see Glory, a bit off to my left, stand up, smooth her dress, and glide over to Caesar with the gracefulness of a ballerina. Her dress is beautiful. Appearing to be made purely of diamonds, it stops right before her knees, showing off leg to the men in the audience. They hoot for her.

I'm too embarrassed, for myself, even for Glory, that I block out District 1's interviews completely. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register that Glory's strategy was too act stupid, and Alanze Ryder, the boy,'s was to act completely wild and fun.

When Artemis steps up, my breath catches. She's still frightening but this time, her beauty has been lifted to match. She wears a black and white gown, that appears to be completely made of round marbles stitched together. On anyone else, it would look odd, but on this- this marvel- it looks stunning. I listen attentively, trying to pick up a tip or two on how to act. One exchange sticks out completely.

"So, Artemis, it appears you're ready for the arena?" Caesar asks with a grin.

"I've been ready my entire life." Her voice empties of emotion. "I haven't done anything but be ready for seventeen years, Caesar."

I'm still trying to decide how to rephrase this answer for myself, so I nearly miss William, the district two male,'s answer to Caesar's key question.

"Well, Caesar, getting far in these games won't be hard for me." He drawls, and I'm left in sudden stage-fright as Caeser bids him good night and calls me up to the stage.

"Ember Maria Ashes?"

SERENA TRANQUILLO, DISTRICT 4 FEMALE TRIBUTE (Lighty7)

I'm glad I got my interview over with quickly. Honestly, I feel awful for Jared, my fellow career, because he has to go last. But, he doesn't seem worried. He seems content, his hands locked behind his head, watching Clare charm her way through her interview. When Caesar calls his name, he takes his time getting to the stage, making the audience whisper.

"So, eh, Jared Pierce! Nervous about tomorrow?"

Jared doesn't even have to think about his answer.

"Why would I be anything but confident? I've been ready my entire life."

The buzzer rings soon after that, and then we're off. I somehow find Dylan, and follow him into the elevator. The elevator stops twice to let Glory & Alanze off, and then the two small children from three. Without a word, Dylan and I find our way to the dining room, where an elaborate feast has been set out. We gorge ourselves until eight, when the recaps are due on.

My cheeks flame when I see myself, giggling and blushing when Caesar mentions my training score. Dylan is ten times better, seeming quiet, yet charming. His strongest sentence burns itself into my mind.

"You can either win or die in these games, but either way you are gong home. It could be in a coffin or with a crown on your head. If I go home in a coffin, my mother will be waiting for me and that is all I could ever want."

I wish I could have said that. But, again, Dylan Seanide has bested me. And I can't do anything but like him more because of it.

Hope that wasn't too bad! Did you like it?

Later today, I hope to post the information about sponsoring chapter, but my other account's stories need some serious attention too.

Two chapters from now: Before the bloodbath!/bloodbath!

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