I KNOW I said I wouldn't post this until I had 5 entries but I was desperate so I posted it, but the bloodbath isn't going up until I get at least 1 review for this so if you're reading this – review!

D12

I watch the last boy struggle up to the stage under the weight of his ridiculous outfit. I'm not going to go into details but I can say that I know why the stylist was assigned to district twelve. He reaches the seat and slumps into it, depositing the weight of the outfit onto the armrests and he grins at me, looking very nervous.

"Hello Caesar." He squeaks pathetically, "Can I just say that it is a huge-"

"Of course," I cut in, "So Braxlin, Braxlin Coal, isn't it?"

Braxlin nods solemnly, then stares, wide eyed at the audience. It looks like this poor boy has stage fright, I suppose I would too if I had had a camera shoved up my nose for the past week or so. He smiles weakly, trying to return my courageous beam pitifully.

"What happened in training? What was your tactic?" I ask, breaking the silence between us. The audience disrespectfully natters on in the background.

"I was trying to pick up new skills, find what I was good at." Explains Braxlin.

"What are you good at?" I ask him.

"A few things, I guess I can survive..." murmurs Braxlin.

"So what happened with your training score?" I ask, trying to seem sympathetic.

"I got a two." Says Braxlin bluntly.

"I know that, I mean why did you get a two?" I ask him.

"I guess the Gamemakers don't think I can win." Says Braxlin, as if confiding a secret to me.

"Are they right?" I ask him.

"You'll just have to wait and see." Braxlin says, then turns to me from his outfit he has been fiddling with, "But you won't have to wait long."

"No we won't, will we?" I ask and the odd 'no' is shouted out from the audience, the loudest from Minty of course.

"Why?" Asks Braxlin. I lean forward and put my hand on his shoulder, but when he tries to recoil I hold it firm, I don't want him squirming away.

"The games start..." I pause for affect and face the audience, "TOMORROW!" I roar and a sea of clapping escapes from the audience, everyone evidently excited about the slaughter that is going to take place. Everybody except the twenty-four shivering tributes before me, their faces piteous.

"Right, thank you Braxlin, but now we have our final and last tribute, so all put your hands together for Match Lyte!" I call and the district twelve girl struggles up to the stage on the wonky steps and places herself down on the human skin chair, repulsed.

"Hello Match, now what do you think about the hunger games overall?" I ask, knowing full well that it's a lie that will spout out of her mouth.

"They're so... such..." She says.

"Yes?" I prompt.

"You can't describe them, they mean a lot to both the people in the districts and in the Capitol no doubt; they really are a cause for strong emotions, though I am not sure if my family will be joining in with the celebrations, they'll probably be too worried about me." Says Match and I smile knowingly. She didn't say she liked them once or that they were good, she just says what she believes, but twists it so it sounds good. I like this girl.

"So Match, what do you think about your stylists, your mentor and your escort?" I ask, I haven't used that question so far so I guess it's good that I am using it, better late than never. As she speaks about each person the camera swivels to them.

"My escort is lively and really happy all the time, she's very bubbly and excitable, but she has the experience. My designer is original and makes sure everyone stands out, he's comes up with really unique pieces of work. My styling team are interesting and seem obsessed with the hunger games and are happy. My mentor, Iante Great. Well, I don't know what to think about him really, he's a hulk of a man and is really actually quite frightening. I guess I'll have to join him if I win, so I guess that's one incentive to die." Match says, making the audience laugh and even a few claps ring about the stage.

"Good Match, so how do you find the other tributes?" I ask her.

"They're all very good and very clever, especially the careers, they scare me a lot. I guess I'll find my own strengths in the arena though, even if I couldn't find them in training." Match says.

"Ah yes, your two, how do you feel about that?" I ask.

"Tributes have won the games with a training score of two before Caesar, just you remember that." Match points out to me.

"So do you think you can win?" I ask.

"I can aim to win, but I never know, the future isn't something to predict, it's something to live, or die in twenty-three of our cases." Says Match.

"If you were to win the games what hobby would you take up?" I ask her, a nice and simple end to a nice and simple interview.

"Although my designer has made some really inspirational stuff I'd really have to go for cooking, I've always wanted to cook and if I win I'll be able to."

"Thank you Match, now that's the end of our interview!" I call out to the audience as soon as Match sits back down in her seat. "Well we'll just have to see if what they said is true when the hunger games start tomorrow and who gets knocked out in the bloodbath! I'll see you all next year!"

I smile to the audience and then stride off the stage. As soon as I've finished I collapse onto the arms of a waiting team of medics and feel myself get rushed off to hospital to be pumped full of yet more drugs. Maybe I won't see them next year after all.

Bloodbath next - FINALLY! The winner of the crazy caption competition is 'lacrosse(sucks)freak100'. I'll post it!

CRAZY CAPTION: You're having one of those days, you get up and trip over a random sock, face first onto the irritatingly hard part of the floor, you accidently put on your embarrassing 'fireman Sam' pyjamas and your friends see you in it as you slip down the stairs. You end up deciding that the day just couldn't get any worse but it does, what happens is...

'You go to the bathroom and you slip on a rubber duck. Then you do a front flip and your head gets stuck in the toilet!'

So feel proud! Bloodbath up next! =D YESSSSSSSSSS! I just realized - the interviews are over and the bloodbath is up!

"Have a happy hunger games, let the odds be forever in your favour and let the games BEGIN!"

~Snevverz

~Snevvie

~Snev

~Snap

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~Sneverus

~Snapers

~SneverusSnapers

(OK - random, I better stick with one now... um...)

~SnevSnap