A/N: I've decided to make the interviews three chapters, because we don't get to see much of our tributes. As in, we don't get their POV, so this is the next best thing! Enjoy!

Thornfinn Rowle was dressed up nicely, staring intently at the line of waiting tributes. He had on a patient, but welcoming smile. However, the tributes shifted uncomfortably in their metal chairs, nervous about the coming Interviews. Thorfinn had taken Caesar's old strategy and totally outdid it: his entire body was died a bright crimson for this year's games.

The Interviewer glanced around at the cameras, and when the cameraman gave a thumbs up, he took a deep breath and spoke. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Interviews. My name is Thorfinn Rowle, and we're going to have a wonderful night tonight."

Maylin turned her head slightly, to get a better view on Thorfinn. The eccentric man was a few paces away, in a large comfortable chair in the center of the stage. The row of tributes was behind him, in considerably less comfortable chairs. The lights that were trained on the Interviewer hurt her eyes.

"Let us welcome our first guest of the night. Hello, Cree, how are you?" Thorfinn asked, getting up to help Cree into her seat. She was once again wearing a light colored dress, which was very flowy.

Cree gave a scowl. "I'm fine, Thorfinn," she muttered, but was silent once more. Going by her attitude, her angle (as Terkast had taught Maylin earlier that day) was the vicious 'rip-your-heart-out, instead of flirty.

"Could you tell us about your family?" Thorfinn said, trying to get Cree into a more talkative mood. Any person knew that an unresponsive, angry person didn't get many sponsors.

"Well," Cree began, slight wincing, "I left my mother and father, because they had a very different life than I wanted. Since I could take care of myself, I took my younger sister with me. It was the best decision I could've ever made."

"Very interesting, Cree!" Thorfinn exclaimed, glad he had something to go on. "What's your sister's name? Do you have any friends?"

"No. I've been working too much. Plus my sister needs help." Cree seemed to be making this as short as possible, trying to get off the stage without too much of her personal life being told. "Her name's Yakama," she added as an afterthought.

Thorfinn took it all in stride. "Now, I don't hear of many District One tributes working at this age! What do you do?"

Cree gave a snort, and a haughty smile. It made Maylin feel less uneasy to see a change from the constant scowl. "Really? What kind of question is that?" This threw Thorfinn off, although his smile only faltered for a few seconds. "I work with jewelry, like the rest of District One. Speaking of," she paused and pointed into the crowd. The receiving lady squealed, as is Cree had threatened to kill her. "That lady is wearing one of my finer pieces in her ears."

The entire crowd turned with audible noise. Even two of the cameras briefly left Thorfinn. The earrings were beautiful pearl earring adorned with gold that hung long and almost touched her shoulders.

Thorfinn nodded sagely. "Your sister?" he prompted, and Cree winced again. It was as if she wanted to leave the girl – Yakama it was – out of it.

"She's younger than I am, but just like me. I joke around and call her 'Mini-me.'" Thorfinn asked about her skills, and Cree made the haughty smile once more. "If I told you, it wouldn't serve me well in the arena, would it? But I will tell you that I learned it from my mother when I was still a kid. It's a dying art, she told me. Makes us different."

"Thank you, Cree," Thorfinn concluded, giving a winning smile. She only ignored it, and walked slowly back to her seat, careful of the dress. "Our next guest is Jet Vermeil. Welcome Jet!"

Jet smiled widely, trying to outdo Thorfinn. "I'm great, and yourself?"

"Perfectly fine. Scratch that. Exceptionally fine. Tonight's the Interviews, of course! I live for them! Now, tell me about yourself. I heard you were a great storyteller."

Jet smiled wider, and took a deep breath. "Well, I grew up in District One, just like the lovely Cree." He paused, and an audible snort could be heard behind him. "I have a mother, father, and a little sister and brother. I also have a girlfriend, and I wouldn't give Patina up for anything."

Thorfinn nodded, and motioned his hand to show Jet to continue. "I worked a little bit here and there, but mostly I went to school. Despite my good looks, I'm actually quite smart." This gained a hearty laugh from the crowd. Maylin chuckled to herself, and she could feel Terkast's chair vibrate. This kid was good. Very good.

"Now, Jet. You have a very interesting name. Could you explain how you got it?" the Interviewer asked, trying to stick to relevant questions.

"Simple. All District One children are named for something jewelry-related, right? Or shiny, something like that. Remember Sparkles, a couple of years back? Jet is a type of stone, an often overlooked stone, but it truly makes the piece. My hair was jet black when I was born, so my parents thought it fit."

"Very good, very good," Thorfinn said. He ruffled through the papers on his lap, probably looking for good questions to ask. If only Maylin could get her hands on the tribute's papers, she wouldn't need to worry about getting her information about the tributes from Thorfinn. "Could you tell us why you think you'll win this year?"

Jet's smile, which had been slowly diminishing, grew much bright. "Glad you asked! Well, I have something up my sleeve – possibly a weapon, or a skill – that nobody will suspect. Well, except for the Gamemakers. Plus, I have people to go back to. I didn't plan this all in District One to fail. I am extremely fit, and I could kill most of these tributes with a shoelace. I'm just that good."

Thorfinn accepted this, but his facial expression showed that he was really curious. A buzzer sounded, and he dismissed Jet. "Now, here's Tamara Lively, everyone!"

Tamara was in a tight black dress, which revealed certain parts of her back. It was beautiful. "Now, I heard you were training to be a Peacekeeper. Is this why you'll win?"

"Naturally," she said lightly, a small smile on her face. She batted her eyes at the crowd, and a collective swoon from the males. "I mean, my father had won years past. It makes sense for me to win too, doesn't it? I think it's fate."

"What a wonderful idea for you to have. I think that that'd make me do well. Any friends?"

Tamara laughed quietly, but it quickly grew louder. "If I didn't I'd be worried! I have so many, but there are just a few that I consider my besties! They're my sparring buddies, and I think they make me so much better."

Thorfinn nodded. "You seemed very comfortable at the Chariot Rides. What was running through your mind?"

"Me? Well, I was thinking that I really liked the Capitol. District Two is nice, but there's too much gray. This place has a lot of colors. Plus, I was trying to look my best."

"Very nice. Thank you, Tamara. Could Floyd come up, please?" Tamara curtsied to the crowd, and batted her eyes more at the crowd, but Floyd just pushed her out of his way.

"Hello," Floyd grunted. "Let's cut to the chase. I volunteered for the glory. It's what everyone in my district wants, right?"

The Interviewer was a little thrown off, but recovered quickly. "Of course. That is why District Two is always a good contender in the Games. Why do you think that you'll win?"

Floyd laughed a short bark like laugh that fit his frame. "Why not? I'm strong, I'm prepared, I'm intimidating, I have good allies, and I'm great with any weapon you give me. Tell me, Thorfinn, how could I not win?"

"You have quite a good point there, Floyd," Thorfinn said, his smile the same as always. It was a shame, Terkast thought to himself, that he didn't know about the Quell idea. "So, tell us about your family life."

"Have a father and mother. My sister, you'll see her in a couple years. Vixen Barabe. Remember that name. She's as good as me, plus she's pretty enough to attract all the guys in her Games. And I'll be rooting her on when she comes. My family is all about trust and support."

Thorfinn inclined his head, as if he believed there was much more than that involved with Floyd's family. Most of District Two was barbaric, and trained their children until they dropped. "It was nice talking to you, Floyd. Everyone please welcome Marielle Bernstein."

Marielle had a friendly smile plastered on her face, and shook Thorfinn's hand as she sat down. She introduced herself, and calmly waited for her next question. "How's your home life?" Thorfinn asked.

"Oh, it's wonderful!" Marielle gushed. "I have so many friends, and they all love me. My family split up, but I get to see my siblings all the time."

"Siblings?" Thorfinn asked. "How many? And, pardon if this is insulting, but do you have a favorite?"

Marielle lowered the intensity of her smile, and gained a sheepish sort of look. "I have two," she stated, and turned to the camera. "Sorry to say this, Vector, but Matty is my favorite." Marielle turned back to Thorfinn. "His real name is Matkovitch, but he is the kindest boy I've ever met. Sadly, he lives with my mom – I live with my dad, of course – but I still get to see him sometimes."

She pulled out a ragged old stuffed animal from within a deep pocket. "Speaking of, Matty gave me his favorite toy as my token. He never sleeps without it, and I'm wondering how he's dealing now."

"That sounds very sweet, Marielle. Anything else you would like to tell us, before your time is up?" he asked, and shifted subtly in his seat.

Terkast yawned. He was getting bored. And they weren't even a quarter of the way done. He hated the pre-game stuff. It was so much better with the bloodshed and gore in the games.

Marielle seemed to think, and unconsciously grabbed the stuffed animal tighter. "I just wish… that… someone would notice," she stated quietly. Thorfinn looked at her expectantly, but her timer had gone off, and Asher Decon was now in the seat.

"Asher Decon, everyone! Now, Asher, how are you tonight?" Thorfinn asked, still perplexed over Marielle's swift departure. It was eating him up inside. He wanted to know, very badly, what Marielle wanted other's to notice.

"I'm fine, just fine," Asher muttered, trying not to look in the camera. However, Thorfinn was used to this, and knew some ways to get the quiet tributes out of their shells.

"Seems nice. SO, give us your impression of the Capitol, will you please, Asher?" The boy seemed a little thrown off, as the majority of the Interviewer's questions were about family.

"I mean, it's nice and all. Much better than District Three. The factories get boring, ya know?" Thorfinn smiled. Asher was still rather quiet, but it was getting better for his word count.

Another warm smile, to get Asher talking. "I can imagine. That's what most tributes tell me their impressions of the Capitol are, could you believe that? So, family. You said you tire of District Three, could you explain why?"

Asher looked around nervously, and Terkast could see the gears turning in his mind. Should he speak out about his old District, in front of the Capitol that were so shaded of the horrible lives? Or should he keep quiet, and coast through the rest of his interview?

"My parents divorced early on in their marriage, soon after they had my brothers. They… didn't have enough money, so my house is split in two. My mom often gives me puzzles to solve. Uh, my father, likes to drink… and my mom is, uh, kinda callous. So, I take care of everyone. My sister and brothers, I mean. It's not that bad."

Asher was prattling on, fueled by his nervousness. Terkast actually felt bad for him. Living in a house that was split down the middle was hard, especially since he had both parents to deal with. Terkast lost his father in a scuffle in District Twelve early on. But the Capitol took care of its own.

Asher then described his working life, and how he knew the pieces of the computer, in and out. Once you got him talking, he kept going – although he did retain the rather nervous attitude.

His buzzer rang, and Caddis Tipper jauntily walked up. Thorfinn introduced her, and she waved happily to the crowd. A typical Career, but Terkast and the rest of the Gamemaker's knew that.

"Now, Caddis. Your last name sounds familiar. Who –"

"My big brother, of course!" Caddis interrupted, and got the attention of all those around her. "I mean who hasn't heard the name Strip Tipper? Brute force was his game, and he used it well."

Thorfinn nodded. "I remember now!" he exclaimed. "You're going to be like Strip, I assume, right?"

Caddis smiled. "Yeah, I am. I'm even more prepared than him for these Games, I think. My dad's helped me for my entire life, and I can show up my mom. Then she'll know I'm good too!"

"You have problems with your mother?" Thorfinn asked, not even relatively abashed to mention this over live TV. Caddis, however, seemed to realize what she said.

"Uh, yeah. She always thought that I wasn't that good, because Strip won. That's why I have to win!" She ended up much more confident than she started.

"You think you'll win?" Thorfinn asked. This was even more boring to Terkast. Of course every Career is going to say that they will win. They believe they will, although only one tribute could come out. And a Career isn't a likely victor this year.

Caddis' smile faltered, and she tried to pick it back up. "No," she said solemnly, before her laughter came bubbling back. She couldn't hold in her joke any longer. "Of course I'm going to win! I just said I was even more prepared than Strip! How could I lose?"

Thorfinn scowled for an instant, before his smile came back. It wouldn't look good in front of the Capitol to show that a tribute just showed him up. "Thank you for your time," he said coldly, and welcomed up her District Partner.

"So, Joss," Thorfinn started, and Joss leaned in to hear more. "You were noble and volunteered for little Seel huh? I hope he takes after you, and we see him in the Games later on! Tell us about yourself."

"I would've done it even if I didn't want the glory, Thorfinn. Just seeing Seel, well, he can thank me when I come around for the Victory Tour." Joss then smiled, and quite a few of the audience members sighed. He was rather attractive – for a tribute.

"How do you think you'll fare in these Games, Joss?" Thorfinn asked, fully expecting the answer.

"Great! I think I'm fully prepared, and I'm doing it for my family. They already lost my sister – Pearl. They're a bit anxious, but I know I can handle it. Plus, I need to go home, for my mother. She's pregnant, and she might have already had the baby. My family is near perfect, and I'd hate to ruin it for them by dying."

Terkast saw the crowd. Many ladies had tears welling in his eyes. Such a beautiful tribute, and he has a great home life too! He had played the interviews well, and Joss would get many sponsors tonight.

The Head Gamemaker stretched as much as he could in his chair. One third of the way done. And then tomorrow, the Games. That was the only thing that kept him going through this.

A/N: It was originally supposed to be 2 chapters, but I gave a tad too much detail and it was a C-C-C-Combobreaker! So I stuck with three, and liked how well I developed these tributes. Hopefully you now know a bit more about them! So, kindly review!