'Ari? Isn't she dead or something?'
Hello peoples! I have returned to the fiction of fan site!
I have scrapped the original plans of:
1) a new chapter for each family interview
2) longer and better chapters. Sorry guys, but it's just not happening!
3) The Hiatus
4) probably several other things I can't think of right now.
Also:
I am giving you a clue as to who the Victor is!!! I'm so nice!
The hint is...
They have a name.
I know, I know!
Without further ado,
I have something to say.
I'm a troll!
Next, I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON!!!I am currently drifting in and out of the THG fandom. After this chapter, there probably won't be anything for ages. And this chapter sucks. Really bad. Like reallllllly bad.
Anywho, this chapter is written from the famed ??????... point of view, aka third person or, in another story, passive voice or hidden POV. Today it represents... Lola. Lola the narrator. Wait...
Nope, just Narrator. Or I can't have several question marksssssss...
T'would be a tragedy!
I probably have several other things to say, so here we goooooooooooooo!
All across the nation of India...
Scratch that! So sorry my friends, I appear to have the wrong script! Ah, here we are...
Across Panem people gathered around dusty boxes and shiny flatscreens, waiting. Waiting for The Games Show to come on, and Moonia Graise (such a splendid woman!) to do her thing and interview the tributes' families. As she arrived in luxurious District 1, people began to look around for the family of Manly Waffles. However matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find his parents anywhere.
'Oh my!' Exclaimed Moonia, in quite a fluster, 'I believe we have been forgotten! Come, Panem, and let's go to the Waffles'-' and here she had to hold in laughter at the male tribute's ridiculous family name. Regaining her posture, she continued, 'family home. Ah look, there they are!' A picture of Mr and Mrs Waffles, who were almost identical with cropped hair, small green eyes and hooked noses, flashed across the screen. Moonia moved up to the door.
Ding! Dingdingding!
'Whaddayou want?' Asked a sloppy man with disheveled hair and a bottle of some foul-smelling concoction in his hand.
It was none other than Soldier Waffles.
'Uhh...' Moonia could barely hide her disgust. 'Oh yes! All of Panem would like to know what you think of your son!'
'What son? I don't got no son!' He slurred as he slammed the door in her face.
'Well I never!' Moonia exclaimed. Suddenly the door was opened by Bloom Waffles.
'If by "our son" you mean that scoundrel who killed poor Venice, he is no longer our son.' The grotesque woman kicked the camera and slammed the door shut, effectively ending the broadcast.
Yeah... this isn't happening. I'll sort something out but next chapter/interview won't be for a while! Sorry!
And EllaRoseEverdeen? CARAMELLA WILL GET YOU YET!!!!
I'm random, I know.
And I can't be bothered to sign off so bye.
