"Let's hear it for the female from District 7! Rivera Sokanon!" Ceaser announces.

River steps onto the stage in a two-layer, black dress. The first layer is skin tight with black floral designs. Her chest cupped in vine shapes with black thin material shaped in the form of roses. The design goes all the way down her body. The second layer. A puffy, ruffled black, draped skirt that wraps around her waist. It cascades down to her ankles, leaving a large slit along her right leg. The darkness of her dress and hair, her tanned skin, all of it makes her pale blue eyes look mesmerizing.

"Well, hello there," Ceaser grins.

"Hello," Rivera replies.

"A lot of the older tributes we have this year, time has had its way with them but not you. What's your secret?" Ceaser says.

"Water," Rivera replies. She seems almost annoyed by the plain answer.

"That regime might be disrupted in the arena though. Unless you can find water?" Ceaser says.

"I can," Rivera says, "I know how to survive."

"What about food? Can you distinguish -" Ceaser goes to say.

"I know how to survive," Rivera interrupts him.

"Fiesty." Ceaser laughs.

Rivera gives no response. She stares blankly at Ceaser. Not so much annoyed but just wanting this all over. The interview, the games.

"Please welcome the male from District 7! Cypress Darrow!" Ceaser announces.

Cypress steps out with a wide grin on his lips. He wears the normal suit. Black pants, jacket, shoes. But the jacket is a mixture of gold and black as if someone had poured melted gold straight onto the jacket and let it mixed. A black shirt underneath with an almost wooden based tie that is gold in colour. His brown hair has been spiked up. Despite the handsome face and interesting clothes, it is his smile that steals the eyes of those who look at him.

"Ceaser!" Cypress gives Ceaser a hug. "How've you been?"

"Very well, and you?"

"Great!"

"Now, Cypress. I understand you had a message for the people of the Capitol?" Ceaser says.

"Yes, thank you, Ceaser." Cypress clears his throat. "The people of the Capitol. I just wanted to take this time to express my deepest love for each and every one of you! You all have been fabulous during my time here, in and out of the games. The compliments, praises, cheers, all of it for me? Have been beyond kind and caring. I love every one of you! I know that the feeling is mutual and that is why I hope I make it out of this arena alive so that I can return to all of you and further express my admiration for you. I'm not ready to say goodbye to any of the Capitol's citizens yet. I still have many years to praise each of you the way you have praised me. I hope...No, I know I will be given another chance to do so after these games conclude. With your help, I know I can love you."

"Let me introduce you to the female from District 8! Raelynn Howell!" Ceaser announces.

Raelynn walks out in a light teal and white flowing dress. The extra fabric near the body moves in the air as she walks, like waves on an ocean. Her dark hair has been done up in an updo that is decorated with sparkles. Though the outfit is cheery, Raelynn is not. She doesn't bother to smile. Even her movements are longer and drawn out like the frown on her face.

"My dear," Ceaser says, "what is wrong?"

"I'm just very upset," Raelynn mumbles.

"What happened!?" Ceaser seems defensive.

Raelynn wipes a few tears from her eyes. "Two years ago, my daughter stood on this very stage. She expressed her love for the Capitol and its people. Five days after that, she was killed."

"Yes," Ceaser says darkly, "we all remember."

"And the female from 10, the girl who won this games, she is here now." Raelynn answers.

"But Raelynn, she didn't kill your daughter," Ceaser explains.

"No, she didn't...Not directly. The boy from District 2, he was going to die. Dehydration was getting to him. But that girl, she gave him water and food well he slept. She kept him alive. The next day, the male from District 2 killed my daughter. So no Ceaser, Harmony did not kill my child. But she helped the person who did...And she will pay for it."

"Please welcome the male from District 8! Milos Rayne!" Ceaser announces

Milos walks out in a dark red suit. The jacket and pants taking on a maroon shade with a black shirt underneath. The vest a dark grey. His dark hair has been combed down, giving him a more presentable look. Milos smiles, waves, and even blows kisses into the crowd as he walks up to Ceaser.

"Nice to see you, Ceaser, even under the circumstances," Milos says.

"And the same to you." Ceaser shakes Milos' hand.

"Love the hair too," Milos says.

Ceaser laughs. "Thank you but stop trying to butter me up, you know I can't sponsor."

"Well, you are a big influencer. With you on my side, I'm sure I'd have more than enough sponsors."

"True, very true." Ceaser laughs.

"So, what do you say?" Milos nudges Ceaser with his elbow and winks.

"You won me over," Ceaser says, "How could I say no?"

"You gotta say it," Milos answers, "to the people."

"If you are hearing this, you should sponsor Milos Rayne in the 75th Annual Hunger Games."

Milos smiles at the message. He waves the crowd. Knowing that the people were never the ones he needed to win over, it was always the host of the Hunger Games that was the true prize. The one whose opinion almost everyone hung too.

"Let's hear it for the female from District 9! Hayley Rowan!" Ceaser announces.

Hayley struts out in a brown dress. The material drapes over her right shoulder, cascading down her chest, left arm, and body. Her auburn hair has been tied up. Braids coming along the sides of her head and wrapping around the back. Dark eyeshadow branches far from the corner of her eyes with bold lipstick which brings out her already full lips.

"Hayley," Ceaser begins, "you were quite the victor in your youth. Teaming up and convincing two others to help you win. How everyone got injured in those explosions and you hunted them down one by one. Should we be expecting that again?"

Hayley laughs. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"It would be interesting," Ceaser admits.

"Well, you will just have to wait and see." Hayley waves her dress from side to side like a hopelessly romantic schoolgirl.

"Any tributes you see as a threat?" Ceaser asks.

"Nah," Hayley brushes it off, "I am too loveable to be killed so I'm sure they will all leave me alone."

"Too loveable to die?" Ceaser asks.

"Don't you think?" Hayley turns to Ceaser. "Or would you disagree?"

"Oh, I've been here before, folks." Ceaser laughs. "Always agree with women."

Hayley smiles. "Glad you know that."

"Now, let me introduce the male from District 9! Daniel Cramer!" Ceaser announces.

Daniel walks out in a classic suit. The black and white jacket, vest, pants, and shoes. Though the white button shirt has a few buttons at the top undone with no tie to give more of an edge to his appearance.

his long brown hair has been tied back. His skin tanned. He smiles and waves to the cheering crowds before giving Ceaser a big hug.

"So, Daniel. You got a three in your training score despite being a master at camouflage. Why is that?" Ceaser asks.

"Guess the Gamemakers didn't like what I had to show them," Daniel replies.

"But what did you show them?"

"I can't say." Daniel smiles.

"But will we be seeing your amazing camouflage looks in the arena?" Ceaser asks.

"Possibly. You never know. I might have changed up my strategy. It has been awhile since I won, had some time to acquire new skills." Daniel answers.

"Interesting...I'm guessing you won't want to reveal those skills."

"I'm sure you will all see them when the games begin tomorrow and the few days after. But I'm sure they will be important to my winning."

"Deadlier skills?" Ceaser pries.

"I can't say," Daniel laughs. "They are interesting though."

HAPPY EASTER! AND APRIL FOOLS!

So tomorrow I hope to have the final interviews up. Then the next day will be arena prep, then the next next day will be the bloodbath. So if I stick to thise, in 3 days time we will have a bloodbath happening.