District One
[[Adeline Reyna POV. Sponsor]]
The Adorable and the Flirtatious
So this is it! The day I've been waiting for for many months. The day I decide which Tribute I will be Sponsoring! Personally, I've always loved the Careers. So desperate to win, so feisty. They always end up winning. Almost every year. So I know who I'll be Sponsoring.
Hilda Flickerman walks onstage, blowing kisses to the Audience. Though Hilda is much older now, she is still so lovely. Everyone knows that Hilda has chestnut brown hair, because in her very first Interview she wasn't wearing a wig. Every Interview after that, she did. This year her hair is a frizzy grass colored wig, her lips a dark blue and lighter blue around her eyes. She wears - instead of her usually spunky outfits - a long dramatic dark green floor length one sleeved dress. She looks beautiful.
"Welcome lovely people of Panem!" Hilda says, waving at the audience, standing just before her seat. "I'd like to welcome you all to the Interview session of the Thirty Seventh Hunger Games!"
I clap my hands loudly with the rest of the audience, cheering.
"We all know about the Hunger Games, and what it has given us over these last few years. It has given us a home, and given us jobs and food for our children! So let us welcome all Twenty Four lovely Tributes who are here today to honor our greatest Tradition! And please welcome Jemima Cummings on stage!"
We all cheer louder. I sit up from my seat, clapping, and shouting with joy. Oh how wonderful! I brush a bit of my auburn hair out of my eyes and sit back down, preparing to see the Tributes. See their personalities for the first time! Sure, I've seen them on tape, but I have never seen them up close, like now.
Jemima Cummings walks timidly on stage. She is a very young blonde girl, her hair in a braid and wearing a cute little purple dress. Jemima walks to the seat next to Hilda and sits down, in a scared manner.
"Well aren't you adorable!" Hilda says, with a laugh. Jemima shyly smiles.
"Thank you," She says, quietly.
"Tell me, Jemima, how does it feel being the youngest Tribute in the Arena this year?"
"Well, technically Ethan is the same age as me," Jemima replies.
"Oh, aside from him! I heard he's a month older than you, though," Hilda says. Or, is it because Ethan seems more prepared, and that's why it seems like he's older?
"Umm...I guess it's alright. Sierna and Ethan are nice."
"Are these your Allies?"
"Yes. Ethan, Sierna, Thames, Clinch, Marissa, Skylar and Ares," Jemima reports, with a nod of the head.
"Ooh, a lot of allies! Lucky girl," Hilda says. "So, do you have anyone back home you'd like to say hello too, while your on here?"
"Oh, sure," Jemima says, shyly. She looks directly at the Camera. "Hello Mother and Father. I hope you're getting along well." She pauses. "And Amita. I really miss Amita. I hope she is alright. She's my best friend. Hi, Amita."
"You must be very good friends with this Amita, aren't you? Is she one of the reasons you're driven to go home?" Hilda asks.
"Yes, of course!" Jemima says.
"Well, I hope that you can get back to her. Give her a hand, folks! Jemima Cummings of District One!"
I begin to clap, standing up. Jemima is adorable. Jemima stands up, curtsying, and walks off stage, fast.
"And now, we'll give a hand to the dashing young man, Thames Bass!" Hilda says. Thames swaggers on stage, with a small smirk. Hilda stands up again, smiling at him. He walks right up to Hilda, taking her hand and gently kissing it, than sits down. He wears a normal tuxedo with no tie, and a white shirt underneath. He is handsome for a younger boy.
"Now, it is a pleasure to meet you," Thames says. This is a risky situation. Hilda is fifty one. She'll either smack him, lead him on, or not bring it up.
"And I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you, too! Tell me, Thames, is there a reason you Volunteered this year? We all love a good story!" Hilda says. Several claps come from the audience.
"Well, I Volunteered because my Academy chose me. No big story," Thames says.
"But that's still a story!" Hilda says. "If they chose you out of the rest of your Academy, you must be an excellent fighter! That could definitely give you a helping hand in the Arena!"
"And I'm sure it will," Thames says.
"Lets hear it for Thames Bass, everyone!" Hilda says, standing up. Everyone claps. I stand up again, clapping. For sure I'll Sponsor him!
District Two
The Bitch and the Annoying
I sit back down, waiting for the next District.
"Adeline, what do you think about the last two?" My sister, Dominique whispers to me.
"I think we have a Victor," I say, with a grin. Dominique nods.
"I agree. But don't say these things so fast. We still have District Two and Four to look forward too."
"And apparently District Five."
"Really?"
"I know! How peculiar," I say, turning my attention back to the stage.
"And now, let us welcome Alice Castalia!" Hilda says, sitting back down, with a goofy grin. A pale, pretty blonde girl with a very sweet, innocent face. She looks adorable, despite being seventeen years old. Alice sits down next to Hilda, a new, angry expression on her face.
"So, Alice, why did you Volunteer for the Games, may I ask?" Hilda asks. Alice pauses, her hands twitching.
"I-I don't like to talk about it," She says.
"Oh, come on, Deary! We won't tell anyone!" Hilda says. Alice glares at her.
"I said I don't want to talk about it! It's none of your business!" She says. "Don't ask me again, please." She half whispers this.
"Oh, alright!" Hilda says. "So, I hear from Jemima you aren't a part of her Alliance, even though your District partner is. Why is that?"
Alice gives a small huff. "I just don't want to. Why would I want to join them?"
"I see..." Hilda says. "You look lovely tonight." She does. She wears a white dress with see through sleeves, that reaches her knees with a black belt. She is very pretty, even if she's angry.
"Thanks," Alice grumbles. She looks down at herself, with a sigh.
"Anyone you want to say hello to?"
"No."
"Well, thank you for your time, Alice!" Hilda says, standing up. "Alice Castalia, everybody!"
I don't know if I want to Sponsor Alice...she seems very angry. So angry...
The next one up is Ethan Talore. Ethan struts onstage, with a huge smirk. I never knew a twelve year old could strut...he has many freckles, and dark brown hair. He isn't a handsome young man, but he isn't ugly, either. He's somewhere in between. Ethan walks to the seat and sits down, smirking at Hilda.
"Y'ello," He says. Hilda smiles at him, sitting cross legged.
"Hello, Ethan! Welcome!" Hilda says. Ethan nods, with a smile. "So, Ethan, how are you liking the Capital?"
"I'm totally loving it!" Ethan says. "Oh, it's lovely here! Perfect. I love it, I love my Mentor, and I love my District Partner! Everything is great."
"I'm glad to hear about that! If you like Ms. Castalia so much, why isn't she in your alliance? Can you fill us in on all the details?"
Ethan sighs, looking down at the ground. "I dunno. I asked if she wanted to join, but Allie said no. It's sad, but she wants what she wants."
"Well, I'm sure you'll do fine without her, right?"
"I hope so! I have made a lot of friends, anyway! It's great here."
"Glad to hear it! So, how much training have you done in the last few days?" Hilda asks.
"A lot! I've helped people, train, too!"
"So, any last words?"
"I'm District Two's new Victor!"
"Well, I'm sure we'll all my rooting for you! Ethan Talore!"
Ethan is certainly sweet. Though, he is starting to get on my nerves. He is sort of irritating. I don't know if I want to Sponsor him. I'll just wait to see his Training Scores.
District Three
[[Lulu Manika POV. Sponsor]]
The Sweet and the Returned
I hold hands with my fiancee, Olivander. So far, none of the Tributes have sparked either mine or his interest. I'm already bored, and it's only been Two Districts! I'm looking forward to District Three and Seven. I always seem to like them. Everyone calls them the forgotten Districts, but I know better. Without District Three, we wouldn't have energy. And without District Seven, we wouldn't have wood. Plus, I hear that tonight we're seeing the return of that Tribute who was injured. I forget his name...
Hilda stands up, waving. "Now, let us welcome Skylar James of District Three!"
Skylar walks on stage. She is a very pretty girl, her golden colored hair in ringlets. I smile. She's pretty, though can she go anywhere, is the question.
"Hi," Skylar says shyly, sitting down next to Hilda.
"Lulu, she has your smile," Olivander whispers to me. "We just have to Sponsor her, now!"
I giggle. "Shh, we must wait until we hear what she has to say!"
"I suppose," Olivander says. He writes down Skylar's name in his notebook.
"So Skylar, how was your trip?"
"Very nice! Very quiet, but I enjoyed it!" Skylar says.
"Oh, that's lovely to hear. The Train Rides are always enjoyable, I know! I went to visit a District once. Can't say it was District Three, of course. So, I hear that you made it into the large Alliance with the Big Districts! How exciting! Only very special people can do that, you know."
"Well, I suppose I fight well. That's what Clinch said," Skylar replies.
"And I'm guessing his is the head of you group?"
"No, that's either Ares or Sierna."
"Ooh, well I have yet to interview them! How nice!"
"They are," Skylar nods.
"Well, give her a hand, folks! The lovely Skylar James of District Three!"
I stand up, clapping. Oh, she is such a sweetheart! I'm looking forward to Sponsoring her.
Next comes a boy who has scars on his face, one leg limping, and a few bandaids on his arms. They tried to cover it up with makeup, but I can see how injured he is. He looks like he's in pain with every step he takes. Now I remember him.
Eric Avior. The boy who fell off his Chariot.
Eric staggers to Hilda.
"Welcome, Eric Avior!" Hilda says, patting the seat next to her. I look at her, closely. I see sympathy on her face. No matter how much makeup is on Hilda's face, I know she feels bad for this boy. Eric sits down next to her, trying to smile.
"Hello, Eric! I'm so glad that you could make it all the way here to see us. How are you?" Hilda asks.
"I'm...getting better," He says.
"That's wonderful! It isn't every year a Tribute falls out of their Chariot! We are so glad that you made it through that! Why, you must be so brave!"
"Well, I don't know about brave. Just determined and stubborn," Eric says, attempting a smile. Hilda laughs, and a few chuckles come from the audience. Hilda takes his hand.
"I know so many of us are happy you have made it this far. And I know so many people at home are so happy, as well. Is there anyone you'd like to address at this time?"
"Abigail Avior...Abi. My sister," Eric says, looking down at his feet. "I'm sorry she has to see me...like this. I miss her so much."
"Well, lets hope we can get you back home to her," Hilda says. "Eric Avior, everyone!"
District Four
[[Adeline Reyna POV]]
Mr. Deductions and Mrs. Mystery
The boy from District Three brought a tear to my eye, but I decided not to Sponsor him. I'm guessing many people have decided to Sponsor him so there is really no need. Though I feel very bad for him. I also wish him luck.
But, there is no need for that! It's the Bigger Districts I like forward to, like District Four. I smile at Dominique, and she nods. She is looking forward to this, as well. We cross our arms in a similar manner and turn back to the stage. I am excited! These Districts are great, for sure. I can't wait to see what we think of Sierna Orchan and Clinch Morran.
Sierna is the first to walk on stage. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She wears a knee length poofy black floral print dress that is sleeveless. She looks lovely. Sierna sits down next to Hilda.
"Aren't you a pretty girl!" Hilda says. Sierna looks down at herself, bashfully.
"Well, thank you," She says, with a nod of the head, calmly. "Thanks to my Stylist, of course."
"Still, it's the way you wear it!"
Sierna smirks. "Thanks. You look lovely, too."
Hilda grins. "Thank you, dear! I have my own Stylist, myself, who I bet is just as clever!"
"Oh, for sure," Sierna nods.
"I've heard from Jemima that you're one of the Leaders of the Alliance! Is that correct?" Hilda asks.
"Hmm..." Sierna says. "Well, she also said that Ares is one of the Leaders. We'll just have to wait until the Arena to see, right?"
"Well, I'm looking forward to it, I know!" Hilda says. "How exciting. You haven't decided in Training yet?"
"We have. You'll just have to guess! Hey, another thing to take bets on!" Sierna smirks.
"And I know I will!" Hilda says enthusiastically. "Is there anyone you want to say hello to?"
"Oh, they know who they are."
Hilda pauses, waiting for her to say more. "Give her a hand, folks! Sierna Orchan of District Four!" Sierna smirks, standing up and curtsying, and walking off stage.
The next one walks with confidence. When I see him, I get a dark feeling. I feel like he could be plotting my death, or maybe everyone around us...he seems to be scanning us, but not in a way of positive interest. He makes my skin crawl. I like him.
"Hello, Clinch Morran of District Four!" Hilda announces. I begin to clap, but the sound if sort of eery.
"Hello," Clinch says back, sitting down.
"So, why did you Volunteer?" Hilda asks. "I'm guessing we're all interested!"
"No one else was going to," Clinch says.
"So, just a spare of the moment thing?"
"Sort of."
"I'm sure your friends back home are proud of you!"
"I only have one," Clinch says.
"And what is their name?"
"Sura," Clinch says. For a moment, his face shows sympathy, but a second later it zaps back. "Now, lets stop talking about me. Let's talk about you."
"Me?" Hilda asks.
"Yes, you," Clinch says. "Why, you're well into your fifties, aren't you? Never married, never had children. No mark on your fingers, or, no mark on your wedding finger. And your form would be different if you had children. It must be a lonely life. You live alone. Though, you probably have a family. A younger sibling, perhaps? You seem like a big sister. Protective like a sister, but not protective like a Mother, so I assume that this sibling is younger than you. Am I right?"
Hilda looks stunned. She backs a way a little bit, than shakes her head.
"Why, that was spot on! Except how can I be lonely when I have such a good job? Give him a hand every one! The very talented Clinch Morran!"
District Five
[[Issac Jolie POV. Peace Keeper.]]
Mackeres
I sit backstage with my two friends, Marlee and Opal. We're here to make sure there is no sort of ruckus back here and to make sure the Tributes go out on time. I've always loved watching the Interviews, though. When Clinch Morran walks off stage, and away, I give a nod to the girl from District Five. Mackenzie Walker I hear her name is. She is a very pretty girl. Dark skin, extremely curly black hair, though very ill looking. I heard from Opal that she has some form of cancer.
Mackenzie walks on stage after a few minutes. She had to take several deep breaths, her hands shaking. But eventually, Mackenzie heads over, next to Hilda. I'm now interested and I want to watch what she does. Hilda shakes her hand with a grin.
"Welcome, Mackenzie!" Hilda says.
"Hello," Mackenzie says with a small wave of the hand. "Um...you can call me Kenzie. I prefer it."
"Okay, Kenzie," Hilda says. "You look lovely tonight! Purple suits you." Mackenzie smiles, with a small laugh.
"I like it. I think it's pretty," She says, touching the dress.
"Oh not just the dress! It's the person wearing it, as well!"
"Oh...thank you."
"So tell me, Kenzie, do you have any Allies?" Hilda asks.
"No," Mackenzie shakes her head. "Ares asked if I wanted to join his little group. I didn't accept, though."
"Aw, why not?" Hilda asks.
"Well...I just didn't really want to be around those sort of people," Kenzie says. Her eyes widen, realizing what she said. She shakes her head, trying to take it back.
"Oh that's alright! You can always change your mind in the Arena, right?" Hilda asks.
"I...suppose," She says.
"How's your Training going, by the way?"
"It's good, actually! I've been learning a lot!"
"Do you think you're prepared?"
"Yes. I've trained more than I have ever trained in my life during these last few days. I'm pushing myself harder than I have ever been allowed to push myself in my whole life."
"Ooh, how exciting!" Hilda says. "Mackenzie Walker of District Five everyone!"
Mackenzie briskly walks off stage. I smile at her. I think she'll do well. She definitely had the audience captivated. I have no doubt in my mind that she will get Sponsors. If she can make it passed the Bloodbath, I think she can make it anywhere. Lets just hope she can make it passed the Bloodbath.
I nod at Ares, and he walks on stage. He is a handsome young man in some people's opinions, though I have never seen a smile out of him. Ares walks to Hilda, and sits down. He taps his fingers against his seat, and rolls his neck as if he wants to get this over with as soon as possible. He is a sort of scrawny boy, isn't he? Well, he isn't scrawny, but he isn't as strong as the other boys. But, Ares is only fifteen.
"Hello, Ares!" Hilda says. He lifts a finger, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, I'm sure everyone is interested to hear about your Reaping," Hilda says. "I've been wondering about it for awhile! Your name was called, and yet you didn't want anyone to go instead of you! You must be brave! You wanted all that fun, right? You must have thought that is was exciting!"
"Sure," Ares says.
"Sure? Oh come on, Ares! Give us some details!" Hilda says enthusiastically. Ares rolls his eyes.
"Who wouldn't go?" Ares asks. He isn't giving us the real answer, I can tell. Hilda nods, closing her mouth for a moment.
"So, I heard from Mackenzie that you asked her to join the Alliance. Can we ask you why?" Hilda asks.
Ares huffs. "She is my District Partner and she's good with a bow and arrow."
Mackenzie, who is behind me, gasps.
"How could he tell them?" She whispers, covering her mouth. Marlee walks to her, pulling her away.
"Is that all?"
"She's a good fighter. It would be good to have her on our team."
No. That isn't all...I've seen people like Ares everywhere. It isn't because she fights good or anything like that. He wants her admiration...and not just anyone's admiration, Mackenzie's, specifically. How odd.
"Well, I'm sure you can change her mind in the Arena! Let's vote for Mackeres, won't we?"
The audience claps. Some people stand up. Ares glares at her.
"Is there anyone at home you'd like to say hello to?" Hilda asks, after a few minutes, changing the subject.
"No," Ares says.
"Well, alright!" Hilda says. "I keep hearing these really cool rumors about you! Jemima Cummings told me that you're the leader of their Alliance. Is that true?"
"Yes."
"Wow! Give him a hand, everyone! Lets hear it for Ares Coriander Jr. of District Five!"
Ares walks off stage.
District Six
[[Norton Manning POV. Sponsor]]
Annoying Songbirds
I clap my hands, excitedly, turning to my twin brother, Morton. Our other brother, Greg, is having a nose job, so he couldn't make it today.
"Ready, Morton?"
"Ready, Norton."
Our favorite District has always been District Six. Maybe it's because we used to take the tube into the city in the long hours of the night. Go exploring on the Train for no apparent reason, and it is all thanks to District Six.
"Now please welcome Ms. Marissa Fowler!"
A girl with dark eyes and dark hair walks on stage. She's pretty. Marissa walks to Hilda Flickerman and sits down, with a small smirk on her face. She waves.
"So Marissa, tell me, are you excited for this years Games?" Hilda asks.
"Oh, extremely," Marissa says. "We've been Training for days! And I've been Training my whole life. It's cool to be here, today."
"And I'm sure we're all glad that you're here, too," Hilda says. "You're from District Six, aren't you? You know, I've always wondered about District Six. What's it like there?"
"Well, it's loud, but pretty," Marissa answers. "It's pretty cool, I guess. I'm not a fan but it's where I live so."
"Sounds good! Now, how old are you again?"
"I'm Sixteen."
"Sixteen is a good year! I remember it well!" Hilda says, with a laugh.
"Really? It looks like it's been a while."
Hilda pauses for a moment, than continues. "Is there anyone at home you want to come back too?"
"Yeah, of course!" Marissa says. "I have my best friend, Penelope. And Becky. And of course my parents and little sister."
"Little sister? How old is she?" Hilda asks. Marissa scowls, like she doesn't want to tell.
"Nine."
"Than I hope you the best, Marissa. I hope you can get back home to her, and your friends! Marissa Fowler of District Six everyone!"
Marissa smirks again, standing up and curtsying. She walks off stage. Well, she has a personality on her! I like her. She'll bring the Games a little life. I turn to Morton, and he nods his head, writing down Marissa's name and District in his notebook.
Next up is George Anderson. George walks on stage. George looks like he's as light as a feather, and walks as such. He reminds me of a bird, in a way. He sits down next to Hilda, with a small smile that looks as old as time.
"Hello, George!" Hilda says.
"Hello," George chirps. Hilda grins at him.
"Your hello. It sounded like music!"
"Thank you. I love music," George says, with a small, sheepish grin.
"So do I," Hilda says. "Do you know much about music?"
"As much as I can. My friends have taught me," George says.
"Friends?"
"Oh, just the birds."
"Interesting! You like animals, than?"
"Oh, I just love animals."
Hilda laughs. "Me too! Wow, we have a lot in common!"
"Oh, probably more than you think," George says. Hilda laughs.
"Can I hear a little of your music?"
George nods, and begins to hum. It is very beautiful humming. Very natural, and gentle. Though, it worries me. George looks like he can't hurt a fly. When he finishes, Hilda smiles sweetly at him.
"That was beautiful, George."
"Thank you."
"Lets hear it for him! George Anderson of District Six!"
I stand up, clapping. I know he won't go anywhere, but damn that boy can sing! The lights go down. That's intermission.
AN. So...tired...this took me such a long time to write and SO MUCH STRESS. I really can't wait for the Interviews to be over. Just one more chapter...half way there...
But anyway, more questions!
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Expected Victor:
Anyway, that's all for now...please review and all.
Coffee.