Now the D8 interviews
As Ivano walked off Caesar felt light headed as he so often did. He steadied himself and called for coffee. His caffeine addiction was out of control. Then Cotton came in shyly her dark hair standing out from her white dress that flowed down her body and fell longer behind. She was made up to Beauty Base Zero.
Caesar: Hey Cotton.
Cotton: Hi Caesar
Caesar: Why are you here?
Cotton: My family volunteered me. I'm not old enough or strong enough to work. I am however, old enough to be in the Hunger Games and if I lose, I lose, if I win then money. It's good though. This way I can help them.
Caesar: Oh dear there's the buzzer. Goodbye and good luck Cotton of District eight.
Cotton: Goodbye Caesar of the Capitol.
Caesar: COTTON PLANT DISTRICT EIGHT!
As Cotton walked away Caesar felt like he was drowning. His need for caffeine became stronger and his Avox came on stage to give it to him. After the Avox went off, August came on. His hair was maroon and his eyes were gold.
Caesar: Hello August
August: Hello Caesar. It's nice to be home.
Caesar: What are you talking about?
August: I grew up here. My last name is Birch.
Caesar: Like Ansel Birch?
August: Yes, of course. I volunteered so I could come back home.
Caesar: So winning?
August: I have no care about whether I live or die. I never want to go back and work with textiles anymore.
Caesar: So, you confident?
August: No. I'm going to get stabbed. Lethe told me.
Caesar: Lethe?
August: From District three.
Caesar: Of course. How does she know?
August: My Father, Anse, he did not believe what my mother believed. He did not believe in superstition and wrath and murder and karma. And look what happened to him. He fell off a train and died.
Caesar: Well that was…. Uplifting. You're a friendly, optimistic young man.
August: Thank you, you're very kind. I pride myself on my uplifting insights.
Caesar: You should. (buzzer goes off) Oh no! No more time. Oh well Goodbye August.
August: Bye Caesar
Caesar: AUGUST BIRCH, DISTRICT EIGHT!