If anyone was following that Halloween week thing... sorry. I didn't have as much internet access as I planned...

So, from now on, I'll probably only be updating on weekends, at least until Thanksgiving.

But good news: NaNoWriMo is going great!

Disclaimer: it's fanfiction. That's why I'm posting it on a sight called fanfiction.

Chapter 12

Wink, Wink

Tris tried really hard not to show how uncomfortable her shoes were.

She had one of the better outfits of the night - black leather leggings and jacket with her hair pulled back into a bun - but the shoes that went with it were almost impossible to walk in.

Apparently, it was an attempt to make her look less short.

As she walked on stage, Morpheus - the interviewer - greeted her with a handshake.

"So, you had one of the highest scores," he began. "Is there any hints you can give us as to how you got that?"

"Talent," Tris replied, crossing her arms.

"Yes, but what kind of talent?"

"The kind it takes to get a nine."

Arthur gave Mithian a warm smile as she returned to her seat before getting up himself.

His outfit felt bulky - chainmail and armor - but Arthur found he didn't really mind it. At least he wasn't forced into the shoes some of the girl tributes were.

"So tell me Arthur," Morpheus said. "Is there a girl back home rooting you on?"

Arthur smiled. "There is. Or at least I hope she is."

"Ooh. What's her name?"

"Guinevere," Arthur replied. "Guinevere Smith."

"Arthur and Guinevere," Morpheus stated. "Sounds like the stuff legends are made out of."

Wanda smoothed out her dress as she sat down.

As much as she hated to admit it, she loved the dress. It was solid black and came down mid-thigh, only about an inch above where her boots ended. The only color of her outfit was the blood red gloves that came up to her shoulders.

"Now, let's get to the personal stuff," Morpheus said. "Just last year your brother Pietro was sitting in that same exact spot. Is it weird sitting where he sat?"

Wanda took a deep breath before answering. "It just means I'll have to win where he didn't. For him."

Annabeth relaxed into the chair, glad to be off those ridiculous shoes.

"Oh, I have a plan alright," Annabeth confirmed. "But you'll just have to wait and see what it is."

Morpheus smiled. "I can't wait!"

Hermione ran her hand over her bun again, out of habit, as she watched Harry take the stage.

She hadn't been impressive - that much she knew - and she didn't have a good score to make up for it, either. At least the outfit was somewhat noticeable - a bright red and gold dress with a black cloak over it - but it wouldn't be enough to catch anyone's eye.

Hermione sighed. She'd just have to do this hard way, as usual.

Ezekiel smirked. "How confident am I that I'm going to win? Well, let me put it this way - Ezekiel Jones doesn't lose."

Sadie loved the streaks in her hair, even if she didn't particularly like the rest of the outfit.

She was dressed in a plain white dress with a golden collar, which pales in comparison to all the reds that surrounded her. Her eye makeup was too heavy, too, but the black streaks in her hair made it up to her.

"So, siblings in the games, must be tough."

"It is, really. And we've both lost so much over the past couple years... I just don't know what we'd do without each other. I just know that one of us has to return."

"Tell me, what was running through your head when you volunteered?" Morpheus asked.

"That I knew I could win," David replied. "The Hunger Games is like any other game - there's a specific way too win. And I know what it is."

Moana adjusted her skirt. Sitting still wasn't really her thing. Besides, the thick off-white dress wasn't her idea of comfortable.

"Your tribute token," Morpheus was saying. "Where did you get that necklace from?"

"My grandma," Moana replied, rubbing her finger over the necklace. "She gave it to me right before she died. It means a lot to me."

"I bet it does," Morpheus replied.

"Yeah."

Isi flinched at how bland she sounded. She had thought she had left that behind, but now that she was back in the Capitol, her old speaking habits seemed to have returned.

She tried for the best smile she could and hoped Enna wasn't laughing at her too much.

Jason smiled. "Ariadne means the world to me. I will get back to her, I promise."

Miri forced a smile and ignored the sense of Deja Vu she felt.

It was the dress, for some reason. It was absolutely gorgeous - a ball-gown type dress made out of a float silver fabric - but Miri could have sworn she had worn it before.

But that was ridiculous, so she ignored the feeling and focused on Morpheus.

In case you were wondering, Isi's interview was supposed to be a reflection of the conversation with Selia's mom in The Goose Girl, which started very similar.