~Interviews~

Shay Auburn

"And now I give you, Ms. Shay from district seven." The fourteen year old walks onto stage in her short, glistening dress that matches her green eyes perfectly. The ruffles are like fresh leaves, growing after a winter's storm.

"So, Shay, what was it like volunteering for your sister?"

Shay takes her seat then answers: "I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I couldn't imagine having to watch her on a small screen on her way to the Capitol."

"But there must certainly be something in the Capitol that has interested you, right?" Caesar asks raising his silver eyebrow hopefully.

"Yes, of course." She replies reassuring Caesar. "It's so beautiful here. I couldn't imagine anyone not loving this place."

"Well that's certainly good to hear." Caesar says. "How about that seven in training. I have to say that that's pretty good for a fourteen year old."

Shay shrugs. "Who said numbers mattered? Maybe I could have pulled off that ten any day." She says trying not to giggle with her hands on her hips.

Caesar smiles. "Judging by you, Shay, I think we could all agree with that." The interviewer turns to the crowd and asks: "How about it?"

There are numerous voices of concurrence from the audience in front of the stage. You can tell people a lot of people are nodding their heads all around Panem.

Shay smiles, fixes one of her braids, then fiddles with her token hanging secluded on her neck. Caesar takes note of the shining peace of gold.

"That's a beautiful token you've got there. Mind telling us a little bit about it?"

"Oh, this?" She asks surprised. "My father gave it to me when I was seven the day before his death. I've had it around my neck ever since then."

"Sounds like bad luck." Says Caesar in a hint of sadness. "You two must have been very close." The host adds somewhat in a happier mood.

"Very." Shay smiles then pauses to think. "But without him dying… I wouldn't have met my best friend, or I guess, love of my life." Shay looks off-stage. Instantly her eye catches the nearest chair to the edge of the curtains.

"Would I be right if I said that your love is here with you in the games?" Caesar asks with a smile on his figuratively metallic lips.

Shay blushes as the buzzer parts through the interview. "Yes."

Shay stops Ren in the middle of his way to the seat beside Caesar. It's a peck on cheek and then she's gone. Looking behind her shoulder as she heads backstage to join the other tributes.

~Interviews~

Ren Kirro

"You must be that special someone Shay was talking about." Caesar states while Ren takes his seat.

"Must be." Ren laughs.

Caesar laughs along. "So, Ren. How's life back in your district?"

"Like any other normal district seven life. I spend all day in a tree, go home and sleep in a place as hollow as a tree, and then I go back into my tree again. It's actually pretty fun, you should try it some time." Ren says his sarcasm dripping into his voice.

The host smiles then states bluntly: "That's nice to hear. But I was thinking along the lines of the relationship with you and Shay." Flickerman laughs.

"Oh that. It was pretty simple back there. I'd stare at her for a few minutes, or –let me rephrase that - hours. Next you know, Shay would be staring at me, wondering what I was doing, and then I'd sell a lie too stupid for her to believe."

"Don't get me wrong. We always hung out together around town or in the forest. We weren't just standing around doing nothing all day." Ren stated.

"What was work like while logging? Did you two ever see each other?" Caesar asks trying to squeeze as much as he could out of the young boy.

"It was quiet. We never saw each other much during the day." He says simply.

Caesar nods. "Do you think there's anyone waiting at home for you?" The interviewer asks changing the subject.

"Probably, no one from the family. Only my dad is left, and I doubt he's even watching me right now. I mean maybe Shay's family, but nothing other than that."

"I'm sure there are plenty of young ladies in your district who will be falling at your feet when you come back." Caesar says almost in a way of question.

Ren shrugs and the buzzer sounds. "Maybe, but Shay's the only one I'm falling back for at the moment."

~Interviews~

Sarah Armenta

"I give you Ms. Sarah Armenta from district eight!" The host yells out to the crowd. The audience claps and cheers for the curvy fifteen year old.

"Thank you." She says with giggle to Caesar after she sets herself down in the lavender chair.

Caesar eyes the hemp bracelet on the girl's wrist. "So, Sarah. What's the story behind the beautiful bracelet you're wearing this evening?"

Sarah moves the knot of the bracelet to the back of her wrist to show the alluring designs made of rope on the other side. "My best friend Remy gave it to me on the day of the reapings. I promised I'd bring it back to him- and I will."

"That's very thoughtful of Remy. And of course, you for your brave promise." The host gestures.

"Well, he's my best friend. And you know friends; you'll do whatever it takes to please them."

Caesar smiles. "Very true." He pauses to carry on the crowd's anticipation. "Now, how about we talk about the Opening Ceremonies. That was a stunning dress."

"Stunning? I was thinking maybe more dramatic, but…" She fades off laughing. "I think wearing the dress was the best part of my stay here. Definitely something to remember."

"I'm sure you're not the only one going to remember that memorable time in the chariot." Caesar says, probably indicating the Capitol viewers who were watching the live broadcast.

"Hopefully." Sarah smiles.

"So Ms. Armenta?" Sarah turns to look at her interviewer. "Is there anything you'd like to say to Panem before your buzzer goes off?"

Sarah considers the question first. "Well…" She pauses and tries to think of an easier way to say what she's about to announce. "I want to tell the people of Panem that when all else fails in the games-"

The buzzer sounds and Sarah decides not finish off what she started. The audience still cheers, but they're lost in the mystery that's been left on the stage by the girl in the blue halter dress.

~Interviews~

Zane Galvin

"Next up, Zane Galvin!" There is a roar of cheers for the next tribute. Nothing unexpected. Zane's upside of everything has created an unlikable tribute to the people of the Capitol.

Zane walks up onto the stage, not with a bright smile, but a smirk. That doesn't stop the crowd though. Zane takes his seat waving to the cheering audience.

"So Zane what was you're first thought when you were reaped for the eighty-third hunger games?" Caesar asks in all seriousness.

The seventeen year old leans back. "My first thought? Maybe- 'do you think there's good circulation in a body bag?'" Zane says comfortably. "No, but now that I'm in the capitol, it's not a guess, I know I'll kick ass . . . Well, if the chick from district twelve doesn't kill me first."

The audience laughs and the screen shows Nirvana Filmore from twelve showing her smile and blushes to the camera.

Flickerman laughs along. "I'm guessing this means you already have a strategy in mind."

"Other than not dying?" Zane thinks. "Not really. I mean, where's the fun in having one anyways." He smiles even though he's obviously lying. He won't be revealing anything any time soon, that's for sure.

"Living off the edge. Zane I don't think I've met anyone as risky as you." Caesar grins. "We've waited long enough Zane-"

"Do I have anyone back at home?" Zane asks himself as he cuts the host off. "Not really I guess. But here in the Capitol you could say my life is like a paradox. I mean if I say I do, I might get a punch in the face from another tribute. But if I don't I may as well kill myself in the games."

"Could you explain more in depth? Is the special someone a tribute going into the games with you?" Caesar asks leaning forward.

"Well she's a tribute all right, and she's definitely got a guy." The buzzer goes off. "But the rest, I guess is for you to find out."

Zane gets up and waves goodbye to the crowd as they burst eardrums all around the country as he walks back to his seat behind the stained red curtains.

~Interviews~

Daisy Rawnsen

Daisy walks out next. Her seemingly black eyes match her black dress that barely reaches the middle of her thighs. The ruffles on her left sleeve are partially covered by the skinny orange ponytail that drapes over her left shoulder.

The crowd has changed their volume from high pitched screams to soft claps.

Daisy keeps her eyes ahead of her and refuses to make eye contact with the crowd or the cameras, even Caesar. "So Daisy. How has you're stay been at the Capitol?" Caesar asks as the opening statement.

"Wonderful. It's like paradise here." Daisy asks fluttering her long, fake eyelashes at the crowd. Of course she's not actually looking at them though. That would be far out of Daisy's abilities. Being abused that much in life; nobody had ever taught her to trust.

For a long time the two go over the Opening Ceremonies. Daisy's replies are all the same though. How glad she is to be here rather than back in district nine with her parents.

But then her interview reaches its climax.

And just as he's done the entire night, he asks again- "So what are you're thoughts on the games?"

"They've got to better than home. My life's a train-wreck already; all I need is a new life to start over. Winning this game can do that for me." Daisy pauses. "So in the end, when it comes to you and me-" Daisy looks up at the camera finally. "I don't care who the hell you are. You're dead."

And as she gives her sweetest smile, the buzzer finishes off her interview and it's on to the next tribute.

~Interviews~

Lucas Des' Ray

"You can just smell the love in the air." Luke inhales the air and smiles sadistically to emphasize his point. "Isn't it sickeningly sweet?" Luke says as he settles into his chair parallel from Caesar's seat.

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"So what do you think will be going on these next few days in the games?" The interviewer asks.

"Lots of drama, that's for sure."

His interviewer laughs. With a smile spread all over his face, Caesar asks the question that has made its appearance in practically every interview.

"What's life back at home?"

"Normal. I mean the big brother routine gets pretty boring every once in a while, but that's life." He says with a shrug a sly smile. His brown eye fades into a green as he faces the light behind the camera.

"How about your district partner here? Some scary stuff right?" Obviously Caesar is taking the question slowly so the audience doesn't get the wrong view on Daisy.

"I don't know, I haven't said a word to her yet. She's just a detached girl looking for a life." He says.

Caesar smiles. "That's nice Luke, but I think we were looking forward to that drama you were pointing out earlier. What did you mean by saying that?"

"Oh. Well sure enough, just listening to a tribute like Zane's you can tell this game won't be a piece of cake." Luke says almost revealing the confusion that had come to sight in the end of Zane's interview.

The buzzer sounds and Luke gets up to shake Caesar's hand. When his face turns away to the camera on the left, where he will exit, his eyes shine a golden topaz color that effortlessly match Zane Galvin's.

A/N: Sorry for the late update again. I've had this chapter done for a while actually. The only problem was that I've been busy with my "Solo & Ensemble Contest" thing going on. I'd been busy practicing all week. I would have updated, but I felt less secure updating and not being able to see your thoughts on the chapter until a week later.

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