After this comes the Bloodbath! I have up to Day/Night 2 typed up and it's nearly there. If you are reading this now, November 21st 2015, then please take a gander at my SYOT: A Necessary Evil! Only looking for a District Eleven Male now!

But enough talk, I didn't feel like I did this chapter any justice, more like a filler whilst I got the Bloodbath figured out.

Lief Nisbet, D7M, 16

"Well that went well." Eva says bursting open the door of the apartment and sitting down on the sofa. "Of course you would charm them."

She says this to me with a roll of her eyes and takes off her heels. Her brown skater dress makes her look appealing to the men of the Capitol; especially since the front is short whilst the back is not. The holly leaves around the dress stands out from the brown.

She looks at me with a glare and I give her a nod before taking off my brown bow tie and my white suit jacket. My stylist opted for me to wear suspenders too and I keep it on as I move closer to the window of the building. The celebrations are still happening. I get a slight chill knowing that this time tomorrow I could be dead or hiding away somewhere.

Viola and Scarlet walk in after with our stylists and escort. I haven't seen much of our escort, he always disappears. They all sit around the dinner table talking silently amongst themselves. More than likely about sponsors.

My interview went pretty well, I think it did anyway. The focus of Cyril's questions are about my volunteering which is weird because I wasn't the only person to volunteer. The guy in Eight also did that and he got questioned on his strengths and district instead. Furrowing my eyebrows I keep watching the lights of the city flickering like candles.

Eva on the other hand, I give her a look and she just smiles at me. Not like a friendly smile, but a devilish one before standing up and going to her room. She didn't slam the door this time so here's to hoping she's getting serious about this.

She didn't take to the interview process well. She didn't like the stares people gave her but when she answered her questions, you can tell that it's her right away from the cold responses she gave. I tear my eyes away from the window and move towards the dinner table where everyone is.

"You should rest up." Viola says. "Big day tomorrow."

I nod and wished them all a 'Good Night' and promptly left them and slip into my room.

Taylor Twaron, D8M, 18

I throw my 'indigo' coloured tie on the bedroom floor as I release a big sigh. I sit here on the carpeted floor for a few minutes. I didn't expect for the questions to be so home oriented. I didn't like answering questions about district Eight. Quite mainly because I don't like it there.

I have shed the rest of my suit and have put on the silk pyjama bottoms. I didn't like that at all. Despite me acting all mysterious that Cyril must've thought that I was being secretive. Screw him. I don't need the sponsors anyway.

There's a knock on my door and I stand up from my bed and put on a cotton shirt before I open the door to show that it's my district partner. We haven't been in the best of terms but this time she looks upset.

Even though she says that she won't speak to me ever again; here she is standing still wearing the dress that both our stylists deem beautiful. It shows Paisley patterns all around the edge of the dress and the whole of the top.

She didn't do that bad in the interviews, in fact she was better than the Five girl that went before us. Paislie came off as a happy-go-lucky girl full of joy to be here and yet she seems sad now. She hasn't been crying but I can tell that tomorrow is bothering her.

"I just want to say good luck out there." She says and I give her a nod.

"Thank you."

"And also, sorry for trying to glare at you, just know that I forgive you for ruining my dress the day of the reaping."

With that she leaves for her room without me ever speaking back to her. I can tell that she's nervous it's weird seeing her like this. She's often talking a lot with our escort and stylists, even the avoxes.

I don't feel pity for her but there is a tinge of sadness that creeps in my head as I see her retreating form.

No.

I shake the thoughts from my head. I need to win this and caring for others isn't going to be the way for me to win. It will only hinder me and my path to victory. I close the door and lay on my bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day for not only me but for the Capitol.

I will finally succeed the person that trained me.

Brandon Millet, D9M, 16

Quinoa and Farrina are quietly talking to themselves as I sit watching the city lights. My top button is no longer buttoned and my pinkish suspenders are now hanging loose. My stylist this year is all about the pink but I'm not sure it suited me. I did get frustrated with her a couple of times and I have apologised each time.

The interview for me went well, not quite like Troy making jokes, but I answered the questions. I avoided things about my home because I want to show them my strengths rather than flash my weakness. I did enjoy it, I followed Farrina's suggestions by just enjoying it and I actually did. Quinoa did too. I look at her, still wearing the flowy cream dress, the top covered in wheat heads. As if we are ever going to escape them.

She gives me a thumbs up before retiring to her room wishing everyone a good night. I sit now with Farrina and she stares at me with her light brown eyes.

"Look, I'm going to give you one last piece of advice." She says suddenly surprising me.

"What is it?"

"Your alliance isn't always going to be there so keep an eye out, I know you've become friends with everyone but be alert."

I nod, I haven't really thought about that. With five people in our group we rival almost the Careers in numbers making us a big target. Farrina stands up and tells me not to stay up late before retiring to her own room, everyone else have gone to bed too leaving me on my own.

Quinoa might have received the same advice or else she would be here with me right now talking about our district. She did that during the interviews, she was surprisingly receptive to the questions. Smiling and laughing.

I realise how good of an actress she is. What if she's been acting the whole time?

Shepherd Baker, D10M, 18

Jenny has changed into her sleeping gown now. She is holding her dress which was coffee brown in colour and made of leather. She really disliked it as she could hardly move in it. It also exposed her back a lot which she did not like.

She gives it to our stylists and they leave with a good night. Leaving her, our mentor and myself alone in the living room. Porcia has long gone to bed talking about a beauty sleep for tomorrow's bloodbath.

My red tie is now just draped around my neck as I unbutton the top button of my black dress shirt. I give a sigh of relief and laid down on my back to stare at the ceiling. This whole night has been a shambles for me.

"I didn't think it was that bad." Roscoe says trying to comfort me on my hectic interview.

I hear Jenny snicker but was quick to quieten down when I give her a mock glare. She raises her hands up in surrender but continues to smile. Roscoe didn't get it and continued to be serious about the situation which made it funnier.

"Considering I was worse than you? Yeah I watched the old interviews and I fumbled over everything."

"Don't be so hard on yourself." Roscoe says. "Just worry about the arena not the sponsors."

"I'll try." I nod then sit up to face him. "Thanks for all your help, at least Jenny was able to do the idea you suggested."

We both look at the girl who is now staring at us with wide blue eyes.

"Guys please, I did what I had to do." She says, standing up now. "I'm going to bed."

And with that she leaves. She made the interview look easy. Which made me feel so much more useless. Her kindness is just amazing, the audience captivated by her brilliance. She is bound to get sponsors for how relatively relaxed she was.

"You should go sleep now."

"I should."

Cane Finch, D11M, 18

My confidence has not faltered since my interview. Being the only person that got to double digits from the private sessions I have attracted the attention of several tributes already. That means I am more at risk of dying, however, I have sponsor on my side. They'll believe in me no matter what.

After taking off my black three piece suit and my light blue shirt and putting on the comfortable pyjamas; I lay on the silky bed sheets. Just staring at the ceiling. I may have acted confident but there's always this nagging voice in my head that just drags me down.

I may have also revealed that I had a plan towards the end of my interview but luckily the buzzer rings before I can answer the navy blue haired man anymore. With that, hopefully I created another reason to talk about me. Truth is, I don't have a plan and that's what's also bothering me right now. I can see the error in that now after Robin scolds me.

Now the Gamemakers as well as the Sponsors will expect something of me. Hopefully I can deliver, I got to my left side and stare at the door to the lounge area. Robin and Ashe are still there discussing the events of this evening. No doubt my district partner has gone to sleep.

She looked beautiful, she reminded me of my sisters with her radiant complexion and a sequin like dress coloured in a white and green 'ombre'. My stylist explained what that meant to me, in the simplest of terms.

Her angle was also pretty good, she was quiet but that was the plan that Ashe had suggested. He wanted her to look as innocent as possible. It worked pretty damn well because it made the audience wonder about her.

I just know that she will make it far but how far? I think I'll keep a close eye on her if I ever find her. I believe her allies are good enough so maybe when the arena is nearing the end I can look out for her but what if it's just down to us two?

Ashe didn't do so well having to kill his district partner.

I'll walk that bridge when I get to it I suppose, right now I just have to focus on what to do during the bloodbath.

Rory Kohle, D12M, 16

The interview process for me went by so fast I don't even remember it. I have taken off my suit complete with a black tie on a white shirt and a grey jacket. I'm in the comfortable pyjamas that are always on my bed every night after I get home from training.

According to Terra I looked stupid. Apparently I didn't answer a lot of the questions that have been asked and that I just acted like myself. Which was bad according to Colina because I am now going to look horrible to the public. I don't care, I just want to go home.

I remember Terra's interview and outfit. Her outfit looked like a ball gown from fairy tales that fades to white from the hips coming from the colour black. It looked amazing on her. There's a single strap featuring a single ribbon.

Her appearance looked amazing but her personality was not, she was as cold to Cyril that I almost felt sorry for him. Terra was not one to answer the questions either she just answered things that piqued her interest such as what she will be doing in the arena.

She's almost as scary as the Seven girl. I gulp just thinking about her and Terra teaming up. That would be such a scary sight.

I jump on my bed now as I prepare for tomorrow. I am scared but I have my allies to protect me, they said they will protect me so I have faith in them.

I'll just have to avoid Terra and the Seven girl.

So now what? Thoughts? Will you be looking forward to who dies? Can you give a guess as to who are going to die in the Bloodbath?