I know it's been a while…
Autumn Lyla Alby's POV-D6
Julius knocked on my door to wake me up, "Come on Lyla, interviews are today." I peel open my protesting eyes. I rolled out of bed and found my way to the shower. The water woke me up slowly. I would have been happy, if not for the death sentence looming above me.
After my shower I cleaned my teeth and brushed through my silky curls. I went to my closet, but didn't find a preselected outfit. I threw on a daisy colored blouse, and some dark pants.
I headed towards the dining room; Julius was reading a book at the table. "Lyla, good to see your up, we've got a long day ahead of us." I knew what he meant; the tributes usually spent most of the day getting ready for the interviews.
Espen joined us a few minutes later, "I guess you're going to show me how to talk?" He said sarcastically. I could tell he definitely wasn't ok with being taught how to act. Marylyn came in and started fluting about everything wrong with the way I sat.
"Straighten your back! Stop hunching your shoulders! Not like that!" I tried to follow her instructions, but gave up after a few minutes.
I finished my breakfast. I was excited to work with Julius, but was disappointed when I was sent off with Marylyn.
"Stop slouching!" She was really starting to get annoying. I had been sitting for almost an hour trying to do it right. I had a shooting pain in my lower back, and my patience was running thin.
"I'm not! Could we move on? I don't want to injure my butt!" She looked taken a back by my demand.
"Very well, stand up." I stood and my legs screamed, I stretched my arms as Marylyn looked at me impatiently. "Step into your shoes." I looked at the 4 inch heels on the floor; I could tell this would not go well.
Blaise Calder's POV-D10
I was with Ronny, and so far the only thing I had learned was; he liked Rayne more. "Blaise, be more threatening!" he had been making demands like this all morning.
"I don't want to be threatening." I said it at almost a whisper. He looked as if he was trying to calm down.
"I'm sorry, Blaise, but nobody pulls a 12, and plays it weak." I still wasn't sure what inspired the gamemakers to give me the highest score, I hoped the other tributes would focus on my size not score.
"I guess, but could I try being nice?" he pondered that a moment then nodded.
"You could try." He gave me a few questions; which I answered pretty easily. "You don't have grace with the audience, but I'm liking your shyness." I smile nervously and I feel a light blush spread down my neck. "Calm down they're going to love you." He messes up my hair and leaves; I assumed it was lunch time.
I headed to the dining room, Rayne was already sitting at the table with food in front of her. She looked exhausted and Claudia looked bitterly annoyed. I wandered what she would do to me.
After lunch, I followed Claudia into a ballroom. "Flip your hair." She said to me, and I guess she could read my confusion, because she gave me a look of utter disappointment. I shook my head to the left, and she reacted as if I forgot how to breathe. "It really isn't hard!" I tried a few more times before she grabbed my head and flipped my hair for me. She soon found my messy curls didn't flip all that well. She trotted out of the room. I began to get up, assuming we were done.
"Oh no you don't," Claudia came back in with a bag. I sat back down. She went behind me and began working away at my hair. About an hour later, "There you should be ready for styling. Ready for? I thought unsure. "Now flip your hair." I flipped my head around. Personally I thought the movement made me look ridiculous. My hair shifted over as she had intended. "Hooor-raaay! He can be taught!" She did what I think was a victory cheer. We spent the rest of the afternoon going over walking, sitting, getting up, smiling, and laughing.
Silver Darkteel's POV-D1
I stormed down the hall. My ignorant mentor, Harp, was trying to get me to act peppy and cute; defiantly not happening.
I walked quietly to my room and sat on my bed. I stayed there for several minutes before realizing; I was upset because of my 3. I got quickly up and went back to Harp.
She was sitting in my chair in the center of the floor, "Didn't take you long to realize you can't hate your mentor." I went back over to her and shot her a nasty look. She chuckled. "So, what you want your strategy to be?" She asked. I thought a bit.
"How about confidence, oh, and joy over the games." She nodded and began giving me questions. I answered them adding in a sexy touch.
After a while, she glanced at her watch, mumbled a curse word, and sent me off, "Your stylist will come for you soon." She left in a hurry. I walked back to my room.
I had just closed the door when I heard a scuffle in the hallway and the door was ripped open. Three colorful women stood in the hall. One grabbed my wrist and trying to pull me down the hall. I snapped back hand back and smacked her arm. She looked shocked, the others began giggling and I walked behind them.
We soon arrived in a room similar to the prep room I had used for the opening ceremonies. I followed them inside and the door swung closed. "Hello. I am Ginger, this is Pepper, and Thyme. What ridiculous names. I thought. My prep was short. Everything went smoothly except for when Thyme discovered I had broken a nail during training. She almost cried before Ginger calmed her down and put a plasticy gel over my nail.
When they were done they ran out to get my stylist, Vasop Leck. Vasop came in with a bagged dress. He was a good 8in. shorter than me, so he handed me the dress to put on.
An extremely low cut, cherry red gown fell down over my curves. He asked me to sit, and put black strappy heels on my feet. He put black and gold, dangly earrings in my ears.
I stood and crossed the room to the mirror. The shoes were comfortable and easy to maneuver. I was pleased with this ensemble.
Hush Owens' POV-D3
I was watching the light reflect off my silver gown, I straightened the bow on the middle. "Do you like it?" My stylist, Miss Nala, said from behind me. I nodded and smiled at her. I wished I could tell her my opinion of this dress, but she wouldn't understand me anyway. "Hush, we will be heading to the studio soon, but there's someone I want you to meet. Breanna!" She yells out the door, then she leaves.
A few minutes later a young woman entered. She had curly blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. She was in a black dress similar to mine.
"Hello, I'm Breanna. I'm 16, I am your translator." This made sense; I had been wondering how my interview would go.
Capitol? I signed to her. She looked around a bit nervously. Then signed back.
Not from birth. I'm actually from district 5. I was shocked, I wanted to know more about my mysterious translator. I was about to ask another question when Miss Nala came back.
"Come on let's go." I followed her, Breanna right behind, outside and into a limo. We rode to the studio, it was a short ride, but I couldn't help gaze out the window in awe for the buildings, and in hatred for the people.
When we arrived, I was surrounded by body guards and hustled into the building. I was taken back stage, where a few other tributes were waiting. I went up to talk with the district 10 boy. I signed to Breanna.
"Hello Blaise." He turned to look at this strange girl.
"Do I know you?" He said unsure. I signed.
"I'm translating for Hush. She said how are you doing?" She gave him an innocent look, and he warmed up to her quickly.
"Fine I guess. How are you two?" He said it too Breanna, almost ignoring me. I pang of jealousy shot through my ribs. I must've jumped a little, "Hush are you ok?" Blaise looked at me with utmost concern. I nodded and he hugged me. I felt warm against him; I liked the rise and fall of his chest.
A director saw us hugging and immediately came to split us up. I was forced to stand behind the district 2 boy.
I felt a little dizzy. Blaise's hug, the way my knees wobbled when he looked at me, the pressure of tonight, where all clouding my head. I shook my head a little, which only contributed to the dizziness. My eyes fluttered a bit, as if I might pass out.
"Wimp," The district 2 boy muttered with a chuckle. This cleared my head, but still left me with questions.
"Come on everyone. Showtime!" A woman ran down the row counting us. A place in the curtains opened and we walked through mist onto the stage. The usual row of 24 velvet chairs was interrupted by a small sofa. I sat on one side of it, with Breanna on the other.
Caesar Flickerman came onto stage and introduced the show with a few jokes. His hair was dyed a light lemon color. He took his usual seat and the district 1 girl went to stand by him. 3 minutes later the bell rang, and she sat. The boy went up. He really hit it off with the crowd. He was very charming and had a winning smile. He was in white dress pants, and a pulled-open, sparkly dress shirt.
The district 2 girl was in a purple dress, that seemed to be glowing. She was good at being sexy. The mean boy who called me a wimp was in a white tuxedo with a purple bow tie. (which he pulled off and threw on the ground.) He was in a bad mood.
His timer went off and Breanna stood. I followed her lead over to Caesar.
OMG why didn't someone tell me I forgot D3 with training scores? I just rolled-they both got 11.
"So Hush, How about that 11 you got in training?" I smiled and signed.
"She said-I do have some precious skills, but I guess we'll just have to wait and see." She chuckled, and gave me a smile.
"So, I guess I can say we've all figured out little Hush here can't talk. How do you feel being disabled?"
"She said- I don't consider myself disabled; only gifted with silence." He asked a few more questions and then my time was up. Merritt went up.
He spoke about his 11. He also says his brain is his strong suit, "I guess you can call me a…scientist. Tactician. You know what I mean; I think on my feet so I don't get knocked down, cause if you get knocked down, you're a sitting duck." This line left the audience in a trance.
The district 4 girl went up. She was in a silky blue dress with golden accents. She is tiny and young, so she has a cute angle. I'm not surprised when she says she won't be allying her district partner since he was a career. He goes up in a blue suit with a golden tie. I could tell he was nervous. Although he tried to cover it with, a huge ego.
The district 5 girl was in a blue crystally dress, She has a similar angle to Merritt. The boy is in an orange sweater and dress pants; he isn't bad with the crowd.
The district 6 girl was in a lovely dress that imitates a beaker. Her dress is shimmy and sparkly. The boy is in a color confusing suit. I kept twisting my head around to make it change.
The district 7 girl was in a leafy colored dress with black flats, accented with little roses. I can tell she's trying to guilt trip the audience into sponsoring her. The boy had his hair in his eyes. He was wearing a green shirt, brown pants, and black biker coat. He goes for bravado mixed with orphan pity.
The district 8 girl is in a flowery yellow gown, with low heels. She goes for frightened and helpless. The boy is in a navy blue suit with a red tie. He does very well with the crowd.
The district 9 girl is in a black corset, blue mini skirt, pink tube top, and black 5in. heels. She balances on them surprisingly well. The boy is in a navy blue suit as well. He mostly talks about his pregnant fiancé, but it's not a bad strategy; these people ate it up.
The district 10 girl is in a black pencil skirt, a nice white shirt, and black heels. She spends a lot of the time saying how beautiful the Capitol is, and how great Caesar looks. Blaise is in nice shoes, black pants, a white shirt, and a dark jacket with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked amazing. I felt my head going cloudy again.
Cameron Nightwood's POV-D12
I watch the district 11 girl walk up in cute spring green dress. I'm surprised by how nice she acts. The boy goes up in a bland suit with a dark green tie. He is hostile and sounds almost bored.
Katerina goes up in a nice red dress. She acts likable and smart; as usual.
Before I knew it I was on my feet walking to center stage. I was in a black suit with a red shirt. I felt pretty good about this.
I answered his questions with ease and put off a fairly charming vibe.
I sat down, then we all stood and bowed. We walked off stage and headed down the red carpet to our waiting limos.
I know this took waaaay to long, but I kept getting interpted. I'll try to be more on top of it. I might do a mini chapter of what happens after the interviews but I probably won't. Expect an update by Friday of Saturday. Sorry for the wait, but the first day of the games will take a lot of planning. Thanks for reading!
