Interviews. Interviews. Interviews. I think I'm having a mental breakdown because of how fast I'm updating ;-; halp me
July Fourth, 10:00 PM. Randa M. Gurlle
This is crazy! Mum got me the tickets to the Interviews too! AHHH!
Well, no duh. But it's still super awesome!
Once again, I get front row seats. I can't even, I literally can't, I can't even even right now. Like I mean what is even even-ing. I'm parangaricutirimicuaro-ing so hard right now, I'm about to explode into rainbows!
Oh, thank goodness. It's started. I breathe a sigh of relief. I was about die right then and there, I mean for real. I mean, I didn't have a heart attack but I knew I was going to die. I'm not retarded!
"Welcome, Panem, to the Interviews of the 83rd Annual Hunger Games!" Our Interviewer, Shellina Lightdame, proclaims. Cue cheering. She pauses for dramatic effect. "Today we will be interviewing our beloved tributes, who either volunteered or were sent through random death lottery! Let's watch them all get tortured as we try to make awkward conversation and remind them, their end of existence could be just a day away! Let's get to the first victim- I mean, tribute." She smiles.
I can't help but let out a whispery gasp. This. Is. AMAZING! I did all my research on the tributes so I knew ALL of their names.
Isabelle goes out first. For some reason, she had light blue dyed hair, but it was still awesome. Before sitting on her chair, she waves to the Capitol. That was a pretty good move on her part, because the audience practically fainted.
"Hey, Shellina! How are you today?" Isabelle says.
Our interviewer smiles. "Oh, amazing, thank you for asking! What are you planning to do in the Games?"
She just smirks. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Shellina claps delightedly. "Ooh! Is there a special someone waiting for you at home?"
I could see the tenseness appearing in Izzy's (could I call her that?) shoulder. She bit her lip. "Everyone keeps accusing us of being together, but…"
"Hun, but what? Please do speak a bit louder. Don't worry, your secret's safe with the whole world. We won't tell anyone. What's their name, sweetie?" Shellina coos.
SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA! The timer ran out and she was escorted off the stage. NOW WE'LL NEVER KNOW! Thanks a lot, Izzy!
Just kidding I still love you boo (How all of you must feel *squints eyes*)
Anyways, Astor Kerr struts down the stage. He was wearing a heavily sequined suit, flashing colors like gold and silver.
"Hey, Astor!" Shellina exclaims. Astor nods in acknowledgement.
"So, Astor, my man!" she says awkwardly. "Why did you volunteer?"
"My dad's always wanted me to inherit his company, but I knew that the job wasn't for me. I decided to join the Hunger Games, so I could bring pride and fame back to my family WITHOUT having to do his job. Plus, it didn't hurt to meet these beautiful Capitol ladies." He winked, and everyone started going crazy. Including some guys. That bothered me a little. No, I'm not homophobic, I just despise all gay people. That's all. (wink HALEY)
During his heck of a long speech, the timer went off, so Shellina disappointedly dismissed him.
Next up was Pheobe. Ahh, ever since that training video leaked off a Gamemaker's profile I've been shipping her and Jacob! I mean, sure, they'll kill each other, but it'll be super hot, right?
Anyways, she was wearing a semi-revealing dress that was split down in the middle on the backside so people could see her underwear. Ugh! I hate sluts SO much. I start to squirm in my bra top and my super short skater skirt.
"Good evening, Miss Sulik! Are you in the Career alliance, or nah?"
"Why, yes I am." Pheobe quirks her mouth sideways.
"Now, Pheobe, we saw your mini-Olympics. Are you and Jacob friends, or…" Shellina had a spark in her eye, signaling her best talent; gossiping.
"Oh, no, we're pretty close, but not that close." Giggling, she leans sideways in her seat.
Unfortunately, the timer rang. "That's it for Pheobe Sulik, folks," Shellina looked genuinely sad.
Jacob walked slowly down the stage. He gave each one of the Capitolites a stern look, including me (squee!).
"Well, hello, Jacob! Nice blue suit." Shellina says, oblivious to the deathly pressure put on by Jacob. "What do you think of your opponents in the Games?"
"They're all weak. They won't stand a chance against me, even my allies."
"Mmhmm. What do you think of Pheobe, especially?"
Jacob's expression didn't change. "She's a nice girl. A pity she has to die." He looked like he was trying to hold it all together.
"We'll see. Everyone, Jacob Pyle!" He walked back into the curtains, still giving everyone the daunting look. At the last second he burst out laughing, ran backstage, and breathed out "Hah! Pheobe, did you see that? DID YOU SEE THAT? I-" I didn't hear much more, but I didn't need to. JACEOBE IS GOING TO HAPPEN.
Oh, YES! Elena was next! I love her! She's such a Career, I love it.
She skips down the stage, with roses in hand. Elena winks and gives the audience a blow kiss.
"Elena, what's your strategy in the Games?" Shellina grins widely.
She frowns, for some reason. "What's a strategy?" she says finally.
Shellina's smile falters for a second. She moves on to the next question. "What would you say to all your family and friends at home?"
"OOH! I know this!" Elena jumps up and down in her seat excitedly. "MOMMY, TECHA, I LOVE YOU!" She then waves at the camera.
Suddenly, Elena freezes. "Wait, you didn't answer my question."
The interviewer puts on her famous confused expression. "What question?"
"You didn't tell me what a strategy was." Elena was breathing heavily now.
"I thought you were joking, so-"
"I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE IGNORE ME!" Before she could tackle Shellina, Shellina nervously exclaims, "Elena Rae! SECURITY!"
I whistle appreciatively as I watch Elena go. You go, girl!
After Elena was Shane Richards. He trudged anxiously down the walkway, obviously sweating. He sat on the chair across of Shellina.
"What's up, Shane, bruh!"
"Not much, except that I'm being sent to die for Capitol entertainment?" He realizes what he said and covers his mouth, his eyes wide as saucer plates.
Shellina didn't seem like she cared, either way. "Shane, do you have any allies?"
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Everyone'll just have to wait."
"Now, Nicolette Anderson, please come to the stage."
Nikki emerges from backstage in a shimmery, sea green dress. It looks like the ocean glistening when the Sun shines on it (not that I know what that looks like).
"Wow, you look simply stunning Nicolette!" Shellina exclaims. She's in her element right now, fashion.
Nicolette blushes. "Please, call me Nikki."
"Well then, Nikki. Do you have any special someone back in your District?"
She looks down. "No."
Shellina looked confused. "But surely someone like you would have all the guys raving for you?"
"Yes, I do, not to brag. But surely someone like me wouldn't need a guy. I'm an independent woman."
Shellina checks her watch. "You have nine seconds. Have anything to say?"
Nikki smiles. "Not say, but show." Suddenly the top of the stage flashes with a joke:
Fish 1: What do you guys eat bruh
Fish 2: What do you mean bruh
Fish 1: What do you like to eat for food bruh
Fish 2: Oh! Algae bruh!
The audience either groans or laughs timer rings, presenting probably the most eventful interviews of the whole show.
Autumn White.
He- or rather, she- runs on the podium with a dress that looks like waves breaking. But that wasn't the main point.
He was a girl.
"THAT'S RIGHT, BISHES!" She exclaims. "I'M A GIRL." Autumn screams bloody murder and does a rude gesture. "THAT'S FOR FLIRTING WITH ME, ISABELLE!"
Shellina, in all her years of being interviews, was never so shocked as now. "W-What is the meaning of this?! Dear, are you confused?"
She smirked. "No, you're confused." She then proceeded to pace the stage singing the Capitol's 2nd Most Hated Song; "Let It Go", after Jaystin McBeaver's "Baby". Everyone started groaning and cringing and soon Shellina had to make feedback to disguise Autumn's terrible music.
I, however, was laughing uncontrollably; as well as crying, to be honest.
District Five was next. I was kinda sad, the interviews were almost half over.
Amber arrived in a plaid magenta dress with a huge bow sewn on the back. Her hair was in a complicated braid, I noticed, as she plopped down on the chair.
"Hellooo, Amber! Have you enjoyed your stay here at the Capitol?" Shellina asks.
Amber's eyes lit up. "Oh, yes! It's better than the place I live in by far. The city is beautiful, and the Capitol people are oh-so kind and gracious to me." Her eyes sparked false tears, and the whole audience "awwed" except for me. I could see right through her little scheme. It was working though.
"So, please tell me- Do you have an alliance?"
"I don't know, do I?" She jokes. "I know a whole bunch of people said this before me, but you're gonna have to wait and see."
The audience groans, but they were expecting it. She goes off the stage as a small boy replaces her.
"Coro Gallaway! Do you have any family, friends at home?"
Coro looked at the crowd with wide eyes. He nodded his head silently.
"Well, um, do you mind telling us who it is?"
He nodded his head vigorously.
"Do you want to even… talk?"
Coro shook his head for the last time and the amphitheater was enveloped in silence for another minute.
Atalanta was next. She was so cool! What was it like being the Victor's niece?! Ah it must be so cool!
Anyways, she came down the stage and sat on the leather chair.
"Hey, how's it going?" Shellina questions politely.
"Wonderful." Atalanta smiles.
"You don't talk much, do you?"
She shook her head.
Shellina chuckles. "I'm sure this question is on everyone's minds; why did you volunteer? The only volunteer from District Six, and he ate-" She involuntarily shivered, as along all of Panem.
"I did it because I felt I had a chance. And being the Victor's niece…" She bit her lip, and I could tell she was lying. However, I didn't think anyone noticed.
Our interviewer nods understandingly. "Well, give it up for Atalanta Ryder!"
Her partner, I don't think a lot of people liked him. If they did they were crazy.
"Good evening, Cooper!"
He simply waved.
Shellina cleared her throat, anxious to finish his interviews quickly. "What do you think of the Hunger Games?"
His reply was fast and seemed like he had no regrets. "It can go die in a hole."
A collection of gasps went through the Capitolites.
Shellina coughed once more. "Ahem, sorry. Well, what do you think of the Capitol?"
"That can burn as well."
No explanations were needed, Cooper left that instant.
Next, Isa Gardener entered the room. She was wearing a sparkly black grown that was very modest and heels.
Shellina must've felt sympathy for the girl, because she didn't ask any questions about the Games. "Do you have any family back at home?"
Isa's eyes flickered. "Yeah, I do. My brother Caleb. He was my only friend when my parent died." A tear escaped from her eyes. But then her expression hardened.
"I'll never see him again. I'll NEVER see him EVER AGAIN! And it's all because of these GODDAMN Games!"
Shellina was getting annoyed with all the rude interviews. "There's no need to get rash. What about your family up there?"
"WHAT ABOUT CALEB? He's going to DIE of depression! Are you going to take care of him when I die?! NO!"
For once, Shellina looked guilty. "I-I'm sorry."
"Don't be! I don't need your fake sympathy." She stretched out the last part with venom, and stomped backstage.
"Tomer Ericson, please come to the stage."
I heard a, "Oh no. I'm not going out there with all the freaks."
No one came. Three minutes later Tomer's time was up, and he came for none of it.
"M-Mia Putnam." Shellina was still scarred from the last few interviews.
Mia skipped to the chair, much like Elena did. She sat on the chair with vigor.
"Hello, Capitol! I'm Mia."
The crowd seemed to like her extrovertedness. They clapped and that brang Shellina back to her senses.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mia. I just-"
"There's no need to be sorry. Your job must be tough, dealing with all these uncooperative tributes."
"It is. Thank goodness people like you were born! What a terrible world we live in, where there are more fake people than real people."
This made Mia pause for a second. Finally she said, "Yeah. What a terrible world."
Shellina looked like she was about to say something else, but then her timer rang. "Goodbye, Mia. I'll be sponsoring you in the arena." Mia thanked her graciously then went away.
Walking down the aisle in a tux was a new tribute; Wesley Brown.
"Ooh, Wesley! What a handsome groom you could be." Wesley answers with an awkward, "Yeah, how handsome…"
Shellina's eyes light up. "Oh, is there a special someone waiting for you?"
Wesley, realizing he could use this to his advantage says, "Yeah, my fiance, Frannie. I was planning to have our wedding today, but…" He trails off, pretending to be deep in thought.
Shellina continues with the romance theme. "Well, you are going to try to get back to your to-be wife, right?"
His eyes flashed with determination. "I will"
The interviewer laughed. "Showing your vows already?" Then the timer rang.
Next up was Bailey. YAY! BAILEY!
She wore a dress with all the shades of elegant brown, paired off with leather boots. She took a seat, and waited for Shellina's first question.
"Bailey, have you found any friends among the tributes?"
"Yes, yes I have." She had a sad look. "I don't want to go in the Games with them, because that means I have to kill them."
"Well, that does mean you have to kill them. I think you should just deal with it, it's just a temporary thing after all."
Bailey threw a murderous glance at her. "Yeah, it's only temporary," she half-snarled.
"Mmhmm, sweetie. They'll come back. Don't they always come back for a girl like you?"
Ring! "Omri Nobleman, you're up, hun!"
His clothes were… flashy. No, not in the weird way. When he moved his legs his pants looked like grain. A Nine occasionally appeared every few seconds, and his belt had vertically moving black stripes. It was… interesting.
"Omri! I like your interview outfit!" The interviewer exclaims cheerfully.
"Thanks! But you should go thank my stylist. Anyways, your white and gold dress looks stunning on you as well!"
"Wow, someone actually notices! But actually, it's black and blue."
"White and gold."
They both laughed uneasily, but continued on.
"Are you going into the Games alone?"
"Since nobody has been giving you answers, I'll give you this." Omri leans into the crowd, and they try to do the same but end up falling on their face.
"Yes, I do have an alliance."
Everyone starts talking at once. "Who is it?" "Tell us their names! "I WANT YOUR BABIES CARTIER"
Expectedly, the timer rings that moment. He leaves and a pretty girl takes his place.
"Robin, how you doing?" Shellina asks with a jolly voice.
"Great! I'm glad you asked." is her reply.
Shellina purses her lips. "Ooh, Capitolites, you know who this reminds me of? Remember Katniss?"
A look of recognition passes through the audience. Oh, I remember Katniss. Mum had me at that time.
"Oh, please," Robin rolls her eyes. "I can't do any bow and arrow bizz."
Shrugging, Shellina says, "Whatever you say."
Colton is next, and he sassily walks down the walkway. He was slightly posing in his black suit and blue tie.
"Heyyyy, Colton! How much of a shot do you think you have at these Games?"
"I think I can go far with my partner." He rolls his tongue at the last part, and the audience immediately leans in to hear more.
"Can you give us any hints about your… partner?" Shellina smirks an all-knowing smirk.
"No can do, Shellina. I am a secret after all."
The conversation ends there, and Taimi Hanley is next. She was dressed up in a red and yellow gown, flowers embroidering the edges.
"Why, hello Taimi!"
She rolls her eyes and forces herself to say hi back.
"What do you think of the Games?" Shellina asks.
"Hor- I mean, awesome! The Capitol is so gracious as to giving the winning tribute riches and fame!"
"So glad to hear that. In that case, thanks for spending a few minutes with the Capitol! Nathaniel Reed!"
A tall lanky man comes in as Nathaniel. He surveys the crowd nervously, as if we were all judging his every move to see if he was worthy enough of surviving. Hey, wait-
Shellina pats the seat across from her, and he reluctantly takes a seat. She starts pestering him with questions.
"Nathan, may I call you that?"
"...sure, I guess."
"Great. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, her name is Jociline." A fraction of his personality before the Games appears, quickly masked with a stern one.
"Wow, she must be amazing to deserve a man like you!"
"Oh, no, she's much more than amazing. She's perfect, and I don't understand how she could ever want someone like me. She's changed me into who I am." He looked truly happy. Sadly, the timer went off.
On to the last District.
Ember Clark saunters into the room, in a pale orange dress. She smiles sweetly at the crowd before she sits in the holy luxury chair.
"Ember, dear, where'd you get such a pretty color for a dress?"
Ember chuckles. "Don't ask me, ask my stylist."
Shellina pretends to make a mental note. "Well, Ember, how do you think you'll fare in the Games?"
"There's no way of telling. One thing can happen differently and it's lights out for me."
"Well, that is true."
"I just wanted to say, if I die, it's been an honor talking to all of you." UGH! WHAT A FAKE!
Shellina sniffs and dabs at the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. "Same goes for you, darling. Coakum Silverwillow, please come to the stage."
The last tribute, Coakum, had a plain suit on and was walking to the chair. He sat down, and had the first word.
"What a long day it's been for you, hasn't it been?"
"I'm delighted someone has noticed. Yes, I completely exhausted, but I do have time for you and the announcement."
"I shouldn't ask what the announcement is, should I?"
She smiles. "No, you shall not."
Shellina keeps talking. "Do you have any allies?"
"I will admit this to you all; no, I do not. But I'll try to make it as far as I can."
"Any words you would like to say to your family?"
"Yes." Coakum let out a shuddering breath. "Mom, Dad… I love you. Thank you for giving me the best life ever." He was about to exit the stage when Shellina called him back.
"All of the tributes are going to be out here for the second Reapings, silly!"
One by one, each tribute filled the empty space on the stage.
Suddenly, Eliah stepped out of the curtains.
"It's time for the next twist- you will all get powers."
Sort-of cliffy! THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER EVER MY HANDS ARE DYING BUT SHIA SAID I COULD DO IT
Oh yeah and there are actually two more chapter till the Games… so yeah.
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The scores and the power Reaping will be posted tomorrow. BAI :D
DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS!
