And the interviews continue….I'm zooming through these a lot faster than I thought I would! I think it's because I'm doing it in Caesar's POV, but still! And if something seems weird, I'm still skipping the bloodbath characters, so that's probably why. :D

Caesar Flickerman

…Emerald Wherton returns to her chair across the stage. Bennett Kellston stands up and crosses to his seat opposite mine. He's dressed in a fancy silk tux with a black tie. He sits down and I begin.

"What do you think of the Capitol, Bennett?" I ask him.

"I don't like it," he answers shortly. I frown.

"Why not?" I question.

"Well, I guess you're right. I should adore the place that I'm destined to die in," he says sarcastically. I don't know how to proceed from there. How to I make this comment that seems to mean he clearly despises us seem appealing to the watching citizens? I change the subject. This seems to be working well for this year's tributes.

"Okay, well tell me about your family," I say. He smiles at this.

"I have a little sister Misty, and a brother named Kael," he says. He doesn't say anymore, but I can tell he misses his family. I feel bad for him. For the first time in years I find myself wondering what it would be like to be torn from my family. The buzzer rings and halts my train of thought.

Rhiannon Lash is up next. She's in a beautiful dark purple floor-length, strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline. I don't understand the coordination with the scientist look, but it's the same color as her lab coat from a few days ago, so I guess the stylist thought that was good enough.

She sits down on the edge of her seat, and I begin the interview, same as always for more than thirty years. "What was going through your mind when you were chosen in the reaping, Rhiannon?"

"I knew right from the moment nobody volunteered that I was going in alone. I knew that winning was my only chance at survival, and I knew I had to try. I need to get out of these games," she says.

Wow. This one's got some fire. Not a bad kind though, a determined and will to put yourself out there and fight for yourself kind. I admire that. It's something I certainly don't have.

"How do you plan to win?" I question.

"I don't know yet. But I know that if I did I wouldn't say so here and now. I need to save that for the arena right?"

I nod in agreement. It's true that strategies are best kept to oneself. Unless the play stupid and reaveal a fake strategy. But nobody's done that in 98 years. The buzzer rings over the crowd. Rhiannon rises and returns to her seat, her purple dress flowing behind her.

…I thank David and he leaves. Next up is Sitka Spruce. She's in a lovely white strapless dress that is form fitting until it reached her knees. There are brown ribbons strung in a horizontal weaving pattern. It's quite pretty, really.

Sitka takes her seat in the red velvet chair and looks at me expectantly. I clear my throat and begin.

"Sitka, what do you think about going into the hunger games? "

"Well, I'm nervous, definitely nervous, I'll say that much," she says without hesitation. It's unlike a tribute to admit they're nervous. Sitka seems very honest.

"What do you think of the Capitol?"

"It's beautiful. Only and idiot would say it's not," she laughs, "but I have to say, I'm not so sure about the fashion sense." I laugh with her, and so does the audience. But their laugh is only halfhearted. Sitka still seems to be cracking up when the buzzer sounds. She stifles her laugh to a smile, and makes her way back to her seat. All of the tributes are smiling. They all probably agree with Sitka.

**Skipping D7 guy and D8**

Violet Walters comes over to the chair, her lips sealed shut. I'm surprised to see her in only a T-shirt and faded blue jeans. When she takes her seat, I ask her about this.

"Violet, what do you think of your outfit? Surely your designer didn't put you in this?" I question. She seems to be making a point of not answering my question. I can tell she's not really nervous though.

I ask her more questions regarding her family, friends, her thoughts on the games and her time in the Capitol, but she remains silent the entire time. I guess we won't ever know who this girl is. The buzzer rings and her time is up. Violet Walters is definitely the most mysterious tribute so far.

Ok, hope you liked it! I think it was a little bit longer…I don't know. Ok, here's the question: What clue (phrase) does Wiress give the "alliance" as to what the arena is in Catching Fire?

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