OK. Here are ALL the interviews. Every single one of them. Because after such a long time, I am FINALLY done!

YAY! Now read the last few and tell me what you think!

All Kinds of Lovers

Glitz Pageants POV (District One)

I waved good-bye to Sophie-Anne, who was leaving with her stylist, Kate, and glared at my sister as she waited for her stylist, Sonny Shine.

My stylist, Berry Calm gestured for me to follow him into a room. It was filled with designs of clothes and such everywhere.

Berry smiled at me. "Hey Glitz. Would you like to see what I am putting you in?"

I nodded happily. "Yes, please."

Berry smiled and walked to a closet and opened it. He took out a package and handed it to me. "Open it." Berry said to me.

I took the package and opened it.

I gasped. It was a glittering gold dress that was knee-length.

He clapped his hands and grinned. "You like it?"

I hugged him excitly. "YES! Oh my gosh! Thank you! Can I put it on?"

Berry nodded. "Of course."

I went into the change room and tried it on. It hugged my every curve and just made me look like a princess.

My prep team, Hilly, Monon, and Grinesa came in as I modeled the dress to Berry.

Hilly screamed. "That's, like, the perfect dress for you!"

Monon nodded, jumping up and down. "Now just let us pretty you up more and then you're ready!"

I smiled. "OK!"

About two hours later...

I smiled widely as I reached the Interview Stadium(A/N:I have no idea. Don't ask.) and took a seat on the spot reserved for me.

Along with my golden dress, I was wearing the necklace Glitter had given me and some studded golden heels.

I sat the way Grinesa told me ladies in the Capitol sat and waited for the anthem to stop playing and for the interviews to star.

Soon enough, Caesar Flickerman appears and he calls for Sophie-Anne to come up.

She was really confident, elegant and also sounded like she was in command sometimes. Her stylist dressed her in a cream-coloured almost floor-length gown that hugged her curves and showed way too much cleavage. The gown was also inlaid with diamonds with matching earrings, necklace, and five-inch heels. It made Sophie-Anne look older than she was.

Caesar asked how her dad has been doing and if he spoils her. I see the audience likes her because of how confident she sounds and looks.

The bell rings when Sophie-Anne says, "I'm here to be remembered, not a thing of the past."

Caesar thanks her and everyone claps and screams. Glam is next.

I wasn't really paying attention to my sister's interview.

In fact, all I heard was, "Xavier and I loved each other the first time we met. It was love at first sight" and "I am the best thing in this world."

Ha! As if! I'm the best thing in this world but whatever. And as for Xavier, he's just desperate. But everyone loved her interview as they hoot and scream while she leaves.

"And here is Glitz Pageants!" I hear Caesar call out. That is my cue. I walk up onto the stage and blew the audience a kiss.

They all reach out as if to catch it. I smiled and took a seat.

Caesar grins at me. "So Glitz, you are the other half of the Pageants twins. From Glam's interview, you two seem to share a close bond. Is this true?"

I smiled sweetly at him. The only way I'm getting sponsors is to love my sister, so I guess I must force myself to be nice. "Yes, of course Glam and I share a close bond! We're sisters after all!"

"So how do you feel about having your sister in the Games also?"

I pretended to cry. "I don't know if I could kill her, you know? It's hard enough to kill someone of my own district, but my twin sister? I don't know..."

Caesar gives me a hug. "Don't cry Glitz. Maybe you won't have to kill her. Maybe.." He shakes his head. "Let's not get into that. Tell me a little bit about yourself."

I play with the hem of my dress. "Well, I am not the most popular girl at my school, but I consider myself nice."

Caesar nods. "Of course you are! You're as sweet as maple syrup!" I see the audience smiling and a few guys whistle.

I gave him a small smile. "Thanks Caesar."

We talk more about my school life and I kept my act up until the ten second bell rang.

Caesar jumped. "Whoa! Time just sped by! So, is there anything you want to say to our audience?"

I pretend to think. "Well, there's just one thing that I want to put out there."

"What?"

"Though it's truth I find, it's innocence that I will lose."

And the bell rings.

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Jayce Gold POV (District Two)

I watched as Xavier went with Dean Firmone, his stylist, while I waited for Gray Winters, who was my stylist.

All of the sudden, someone taps my shoulder.

I jumped, turned around and found Gray's face looking a bit disappointed. Where did he come from? My prep team says that he'd rather dress up a girl, but there wasn't any girls from District Two so that explained his disappointed face.

He saw me finally realizing he was there and he gave me a small smile. "Hi Jayce."

I smiled sheepishly. "Hi."

He gestured to the door. "Let's go."

I nodded my head and followed Gray into his office.

When we got there, my prep team smiled at me.

Givera gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi Jayce! Are you ready for the interviews?", she said excitly.

I laughed nervously. "Uhh...no...not really..."

Jiulou dragged me to the walk-in closet. "You will be when you see your outfit!"

I stared at the closet. "Uh...what is my outfit?" I asked shyly.

Otone went inside the closet to get my outfit. "It's exactly like your chariot one except in black but Gray decided that we'll give you blue highlights like mine!"

I tore my eyes from my outfit and instead looked at Otone's hair. His hair was mostly black except that the front was dyed a bright sky blue with dark blue polka-dots.

I winced. No way am I getting hair like Otone's! I'll die before I get those!

Gray seemed to know what I was thinking because he grabbed me by the hand and forced me into a chair. Then he instructed my prep team to get the hair-dying supplies.

I sighed, defeated as I let myself be turned into "the most fashionable human in all of Panem." (Those were Otone's words, not mine).

One and a half hour later...

I looked at myself. My hair is hideous and my outfit makes me look and feel smaller than I already am.

Otone seems to really like my hair. "You look like you're from the Capitol!"

I winced. I certainly did not want to end up as a Capitol person.

Gray pushed my prep team away. "Out, out. Jayce needs to get to the Interview Stadium on time."

Jiulou and Givera gave me a peck on the cheek and left quickly.

At the Interview Stadium...

The last girl from District One just finished and they were onto the District Two tributes, which means Xavier.

And me.

Please not me first, please not me first, I prayed.

Caesar grinned up at us. "And now we move onto District Two! Our first tribute is Jayce Gold!"

Damn it! I sighed, took a deep breath and started to walk to the stage.

My prep team all gave me a what I thought was encouraging smiles as I walked past them, but it's hard to tell since their mouths aren't so natural- looking.

When I finally got to the stage, Caesar told me to take a seat and relax.

If I could, I would have. My hands were trembling and my legs felt like they weren't going to support my weigh any longer.

I smiled weakly at Caesar. "Hi."

Caesar patted my shoulder. "Hey there Jayce! You look like the night with that outfit!"

I looked down at my outfit. "Yeah." I was trembling and I didn't know what to say. If I talk, I might say something wrong, but if I don't talk, they'll think something was wrong with me!

"You're shy, aren't you?" Caesar asked me after what seemed to be hours of awkward silence.

I nodded. "Yeah. I usually let my best friend, Loki, to do all the talking."

Caesar laughs loudly, causing some people to laugh as well.

I was confused. What did I say that was so funny?

Caesar stopped himself and turned back to look at me. " So Jayce, what do you think of the Capitol?"

I fiddled with the hem of my black shirt. "Uh...it's pretty great. It's similar to my home in District Two."

He nodded his head, smiling. "You are rich, are you not?"

"Yeah," I replied. Talk more! I told myself silently. "My parents are pretty well-known in District Two for their work."

The ten-second bell rang finally.

"So do you think you'll win the 100th Hunger Games?" Caesar asks me quickly.

I shrugged and tried to talk to the camera. "I just hope I don't die right away." I said, trembling a little.

Ring, ring.

Caesar then pats my shoulder as he shouts out, "And that's Jayce Gold from District Two! Let's give him a huge round of applause!"

I sighed in relief as I quickly made my way back to my seat.

Caesar claps his hands. "And now we welcome Xavier, the other male tribute from District Two!"

I watched as Xavier smirks at Glam and strolls confidently down to the stage.

Caesar shakes Xavier's hand and looks at him with curious eyes. "Xavier, what was that all about? Was what Glam said before true?"

Xavier grins at the camera. "Nothing you need to know Caesar."

Caesar raises his eyebrows. "Do you like a young lady by the name of Glam Pageants Xavier?"

"Maybe, maybe not," says Xavier, smirking again.

The Capitol audience screams and hoots.

"Yes you do Xavier. Panem agrees with me," Caesar Flickerman says to Xavier triumphly. "Even Glam admitted it herself in her interview."

Xavier acts defeated. "OK, OK. You guys got me. I like Glam Pageants from District One."

The audience oohs and ahhs.

I just groan. Don't they know that only one person can win? And that being in a romance only kills you in the end when your loved one dies?

Caesar and Xavier spends the next minute talking about how Glam and him started liking each other.

"Tell me Xavier," Caesar says, "when exactly did you like Glam? She never explained it fully."

"It was on the train ride to the Capitol. I saw her when I got in and I was like, wow. I just knew that she was the one."

The audience oohed and ahhed again. Someone shouted out, "That is soooooooooo romantic!"

Ring, ring.

The ten-second bell rang.

Caesar asks Xavier one last question. "Why did you want to be here?"

"It's not like I came here because I wanted to show the world that I'm a superstar. I was CHOSEN because I could get the job done."

Ring, ring.

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Sebastian Aequor POV (District Four)

Ring, ring.

The District Two interviews are done. Just one more district then it's me.

I smoothed out my blue suit. I really don't need the clothes but I have to look presentable, at least.

I watched Caesar Flickerman grin up at us. "And now we call down Ivena Ven of District Three to come down here!"

I look beside me at Ivena. She was wearing a silver dress with jewellery made of wire.

Ivena scowled at me(for unknown reasons) as she made her way down.

What the hell did I do?

I rolled my eyes as I listened to her interview.

"Welcome to the Interview Stadium!" Caesar says happily.

Ivena smiles. "I'm honoured to be here."

Caesar looks at her outfit. "Nice dress you have there. You totally represent District Three."

"Thanks." Ivena replies politely. "I like your outfit too."

I looked at Caesar's suit. This year he decided to go checkered. He had on a checkered suit, painted his face checkered and even dyed his hair checkered.

Not what people not from District Four call 'stylish'.

Caesar clapped his hands at the comment. "Why thank you Ivena. Tell me about your district."

Ivena smoothed her dress out. "Well, District Three is responsible for electronics and factories so we..."

I tuned out after a while until I heard the ten-second bell.

Ring, ring.

Caesar claps his hands. "How far will you go to win?"

Ivena takes a deep breath. "Whatever it takes."

Ring, ring.

I fix my outfit one last time.

"Now we move onto District Four! Let's welcome Sebastian Aequor!"

I smirked and stood up as they called me. I winked at Kari as I sat across from Caesar.

Caesar saw my wink and raised his eyebrows. "So I see you and Kari are together, am I right?"

I smiled widely. "Maybe. Maybe not." I replied slyly.

Caesar was shaking his finger at me. "Now, now Sebastian. Don't lie to me. We can all tell that Kari likes you and that you also have a thing for her."

I smirked. "Fine, Caesar. You caught me. I like Kari. So what? She is pretty hot."

I hear some guys in the audience agreeing with me.

"How do you feel about having to might fight her in the Games?" Caesar askes me curiously.

I shrugged. "Well, I hope that I never have to run into her. I hope someone else kills her or kills me so I don't have to."

Caesar takes a tissue and blows his nose. "Aww. That is so sweet."

How is that sweet? I shake my head and pretended to smile. "Yeah, I guess."

We then started talking about fishing.

Caesar laughs. "I can't fish to save my life! The fish hook somehow always end up caught to the back of my pants!"

The audience laughs and I join in.

Ring, ring.

Caesar turns back to me. "OK. Ten seconds. How do suppose you will survive the Hunger Games? It's the Fourth Quell, after all."

I laid back into the chair. "Just relax...trust me."

Ring, ring.

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Zephelia Acress POV (District Five)

I take a deep breath as Sebastian from Four walks back to his seat.

Caesar Flickerman then claps his hands. "And now we welcome Zephelia Acress from District Five! Would you like to come up to the stage please?"

I rose from my seat and glided to the stage in my golden dress with a electric crown and 5 inch heels.

Caesar smiles as he looks me over. "Pretty dress you're wearing Zephelia."

I gave him my sweetest smile. "Of course it's wonderful. Everything my stylist, Dustin Treak makes is wonderful." That'll for sure get me some sponsors!

I watched as they let a grinning Dustin into the spotlight.

Caesar directs the spotlight back to me after a while. "How do you feel being in the Games?"

I twirled my hair giving him a sly smile. "The Capitol is so wonderful that I can't believe we are leaving tomorrow."

The Capitol audience shouts as they agree with me.

Caesar calms them down so we could continue this interview. He asks me about my personal life and my friends and family. I tell him the truth but add little details to them soI could get more sponsors.

"My family has always been so good to me and I just love them to pieces." I say tearfully.

Ring, ring.

Caesar jumps as he hears the ten-second bell ring. He grinned at me. "Well, I enjoyed talking to you so much that I lost track of time! Now, Zephelia, you seem like a worthy tribute. Is there anything you would like to say to your fellow tributes?"

I shrugged delicately. "Kill me or I kill you."

Ring, ring.

I say thank-you to Caesar and made my way back to my seat.

As soon as I sat down, my district partner, Watson, was called. I watched as he gives the District Twelve girl a look before he walked down to the stage.

I wonder what that meant...

I shake my head and paid more attention to my district partner's interview.

Watson smiles at Caesar. "Hi."

Caesar smiles back. "Hi there Watson. How's the Capitol so far?"

"I'm actually enjoying my time here. The food is more taster than the food back home."

Caesar shrugs. "We all use the same ingredients-it's just that we cook it up differently."

I see Watson and some of the poorer tributes give Caesar a disbelieving look.

Even I had to agree with them. My food is pretty great and much better than most of the tributes here, but the food isn't as great as the Capitol's food because they a much better kind of flour, milk and other stuff than us. The peasants use some kind of brownish ugly flour, we use a almost white kind of flour but the Capitol uses a pure white kind of flour that tastes like heaven.

Caesar nods his head as if to assure us. "Yes, we use the same ingredients as all of you. Really."

Watson just shrugs and looks at the audience. "Sure."

During the rest of the interview, they discuss electricity which was boring so I inspected my nails.

Ring, ring.

I hear the ten-second bell and I know that Caesar will ask one last final question.

"Do you think you have what it takes to win the 100th Hunger Games, Watson, my boy?" Caesar asks Watson.

Watson bites his lips. "I'll try my best, but I cannot predict the future."

Ring, ring.

The audience claps and Watson speed-walks back to his seat beside me.

Caesar grins up at us as he shouts out, "And now we move onto District Six, where Medic Samson lives!"

I see Medic walk to the Eleven girl as she squeezed his hand for I believe was for comfort.

Medic smiles and walks to the stage.

Caesar focuses on Medic. "So I see that I found another pair of lovers."

Medic blushes. "I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers.

Caesar jabs his finger in the direction where the Eleven girl sat. "Why did she just squeeze your hand? It couldn't have been an accident. I know what I saw Medic."

Medic was blushing furiously. "Shut up Caesar."

The audience laughs with Caesar. "Don't tell me to shut up Medic. I can make your dreams come true. I'll just ask Jocelyn later if she likes you or not." Caesar says victorously.

Basically the whole interview was Caesar teasing Medic.

Ring, ring.

Caesar stops laughing and looks at the time. "Dear me, did the ten-second bell ring? I was so busy teasing dear Medic that I forgot that we are ding an interview!"

Medic puts his head in his lap.

Caesar shakes his head. "Now, now. Medic, any final words before you go?"

Medic gives Caesar a failed glare. "Stop teasing me!"

Ring, ring.

Caesar laughs again. "And let's all say good-bye to our dear Medic!"

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Elana Knott POV (District Seven)

I waited patiently for Caesar to call my name.

"And now we welcome Elana Knott from the Lumber and Paper District to please come up here!"

I slowly made my way down to the stage.

When I got there, Caesar smiled at me and gestured for me to sit down.

When I sat down, Caesar complimented on my interview outfit. "That's a sexy deep green jumpsuit that your stylist put you in Elana! And I love the light brown tree branch design that's on the end of your sleeves! They make you look so much taller and prettier!"

I nodded politely as I listened to him ramble on. Caesar is probably the only decent Capitol person in Panem but I still don't really like him.

"Do you miss District Seven Elana?" Caesar asks me.

"Would you miss the Capitol if you knew you might not come back?" I ask Caesar back. What kind of question is this? I tried to be patient but really, being in the Capitol is really getting on my nerves and knowing that I have to put on a show for the Capitol in order to get sponsers is really bugging me.

"True, true." Caesar says, nodding his head. "But moving on, how do you like the Capitol so far?"

"It just doesn't feel like home. Would you feel at home if you were in the forest all the time? It's the opposite for me. I don't feel at home in these buildings-I feel at home in the forest. It's where I was born and raised." I replied, trying to keep my voice even. They all expect us to feel comfortable here, but let's face it, it's a huge difference than what we have at home. Seeing some of the other tributes, such as District Twelve and that girl from Eleven, most of us barely had enough food to feed ourselves and our families, some of us have lost families to the Hunger Games, to whippings, to the Capitol. The people here have it easy. I bet they don't even know what the word hunger even meant.

Most of the interview was just me and Caesar asking questions back and forth and me trying to not let Caesar get on my nerves.

"What would you do if I told you someone in the Capitol likes you?" Caesar asks playfully.

I scoffed. "As if I care." I replied, rolling my eyes. The people here are weird.

Ring, ring.

Ten seconds. I just had to answer one more question before I could go.

Caesar grins at me. "Ten seconds, and so I will tell you one more thing:some people here in the Capitol love you and they are all hoping you the best and that you come back as the victor of the 100th Hunger Games."

I roll my eyes again. "Whatever."

Ring, ring.

The bell rings and strangely, people are clapping and cheering me on. What is wrong with them? I just refused to receive their blessing and they still support me? What the hell?

I shake my head and walk back to my seat to watch my district partner, Milo's interview.

Milo was wearing a white button-up shirt with fancy pants but muddy work boots, with a beanie on his head. Dirty yet clean. THe muddy work boots to represent how dirty our work is and how clean the Capitol is.

His stylist is rude.

I shake away my thoughts as I hear the two guys greeting each other.

Well, Caesar greeting Milo while he just glares.

Caesar clears his throat. "Ahem, so, Milo, we cannot show everyone the training tapes, but I have heard that you weren't just practising using weapons in that Training Centre, were you? Something like...lip wrestling? Maybe tongue wrestling?"

The Gamemakers who were present for the interviews laughed at this, along with everyone else.

Milo kept glaring at Caesar, with a hint of a smirk appearing. "Myabe. You can't show the tapes so no one knows for sure."

Caesar smiles widely. "Well, they all have to just believe me, right? Since you aren't willing to confirm."

Milo chuckles. "Does it really matter though? Do you expect me to go around, telling everyone 'Oh, I love Reyna! I kissed her during training!'" Milo just stops talking as he realizes he just said the name out loud.

Caesar laughs loudly. "So we now know that the lucky girl is Reyna, huh? Well, thanks for telling us you did kiss someone and that someone was dear Reyna!" Caesar continues laughing at Milo's shocked expression.

The audience laughs as well, while some of the girls cry and sob, saying they 'never got the chance to woo him!'.

I rolled my eyes. Do these Capitol girls really think Milo or anyone of the tributes would fall for them? They're freaks and are making us kill each other. And you expect us to like you?

Caesar just continues to tease Milo during the next minute or so as Milo just groans and lets Caesar talk. The audience goes wild.

Ring, ring.

Caesar looks at the clock. "Oh! I was so busy getting Milo to talk about Reyna," Milo slaps his forehead, "that I didn't even remember the time! So, Milo, my boy, one last thing: why did you volunteer for Keith Craigher?"

Milo looked serious for the second time this evening. "Now, I want everyone in Panem to get one thing straight! Just one measly thing!... I did not want to go into the Hunger Games. No. Not even close. What I WANTED was to scare the shit out of my family."

The Capitol audience gasped.

I rolled my eyes at them. Did they really think Milo would have volunteered just to impress them? Everyone I know doesn't want to be in the Hunger Games.

Ring, ring.

The final bell rings and Caesar quickly ushered Milo off the stage.

Caesar tried to get everyone under control again. "Alright, here is the next tribute! Star Kart from District Eight!"

Before she walked down to the stage, I fully saw her and that Nathan kid lock eyes for about five seconds before she continued her way down.

Weirdly, no one else saw it.

Huh.

Star was wearing a dress that looked like a collage of different fabrics with red jewerelly.

Caesar smiled at her. "Hello Star. How are you?"

"I'm good. You?" Star replies politely.

"I'm good too. Now, tell me about yourself. What you like, your favourite food..."

I tuned out for a while as I wondered when the training scores will be posted.

When I tuned back in, Caesar was teasing Star. "So, most of our tributes are in love. Who do you like?"

Star blushes and turns away.

Caesar moves her face to look at him. "Now, now. Don't be afraid. Just tell us. Most of your friends have already confessed. It can't be that bad."

Star shakes her head. "No, he's not a bad guy. He's pretty nice. But I'm not spilling!"

Caesar thinks for a while. "Fine, give us a hint. Did he go yet?"

Star looks at Caesar like he's a little annoying brother.

She sighs. "No."

Ring, ring.

Caesar jumps. "OK, never mind that. We'll just ask him since he hasn't come up yet. Star, who are you winning for?"

Star takes a deep breath. "For whoever is cheering me on."

Ring, ring.

Caesar thanks Star as the next tribute, Jack, is pushed onto the stage.

He trembles in his checkered suit that looked similar to Caesar's.

Caesar grins at the scared boy. "You love my suit, don't you Jack? That's why you got your stylist to match me!"

Jack fidgets. "Uh, yeah."

His interview was boring as Caesar had to drag most of the answers out of him.

Ring, ring.

The ten-second bell rings.

Caesar smiles kindly at Jack. "So what do you think of the Games?"

Jack gulps. "I'm dead." He whispers.

Ring, ring.

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Nathan Stiller POV (District Eight)

I took a deep breath just as Caesar calls me up. Star smiles at me and I smile back, then I walked up to the stage in my patchwork suit.

I forced myself to smile. "Hi Caesar."

He grins at me shaking my hand. "Hello there Nathan! How do you do?"

I shrugged. "Good, I guess."

Caesar, for some reason, glances up at the tributes. "So, the cameras just caught you and Star smiling at each other up there."

I groaned and saw Caesar played back the moment that happened ten seconds ago.

Caesar wags his finger at me. "Now, we know from Star's interview that she likes someone here and we just saw something happen between you and her. Tell me," Caesar leans closer, "Do you like her back?"

"Why do you need to know?" I asked him, trying to stay calm. These Capitol people think they know us, like they own us and we have to tell them everything.

Caesar grinned at me. "We saw so many lovers so far and we just want to know who else is in love."

What he really means is if they know who likes who, they'll make us suffer by watching our loved ones die before our very eyes.

I glared at him. "If I do, what will you do? If I don't, what will you do?"

"Nothing." Caesar says, amused. "We already have a feeling you like each other-we just want you to confirm it."

"Fine, I like her, OK? Now just leave me to be." I hate the Hunger Games and I hate Caesar Flickerman.

Caesar claps his hands and asks me about our clothing factories and what kind of cloth we produce.

It was so boring talking to Caesar but I saw some of the girls listening to my every word, my every sentence.

They were pathetic.

Ring, ring.

Finally that ten-second bell rung! I braced myself for the last question.

Caesar folds his hands in is lap as he looks at me calmly. "How will you win the Hunger Games?"

"Whatever way I want because I am the leader."

Ring, ring.

The girls in the front row scream and cheer as I walk back.

I turned my attention to Kari's interview. She was wearing a clingy golden dress with golden make-up and heels. Her hair were in two long braids.

Caesar gawked at her. "Uh...that's really pretty Miss Vindette."

She giggles. "Thanks Caesar. You look quite handsome as well."

Caesar smiled happily at the compliment. "As much as I love your outfit, how does gold represent your district?"

Kari beamed. "Well, my lovely district produces oil and petroleum, and that gives us money, as in gold."

"Oooooh. Now I get it!" Caesar proclaimed.

"Yeah. It's just the way you look at it." She said, batting her eyelashes.

I rolled my eyes. Does no one realize she's just acting? I could tell since she came up to me and Star on the train ride.

Her interview wasn't really an interview. All Caesar and the Capitol audience did was stare at her outfit. It was disgusting after a while.

I'm actually surprised that Sebastian didn't go up there and take her away or something.

Ring, ring.

As the ten-second bell rang, I watched as Caesar and the audience snap out of the trance Kari put them in.

Caesar shakes his head. "Time just passed by. Wow."

Kari twirls her hair. "Yeah, I guess. I totally forgot that I was doing an interview. You feel like an old friend to me."

Caesar grins. "Well, Miss Vindette, do you have any worries at all?"

She gives Caesar a scared smile with a touch of evilness. "I'll just do it. Maybe you guys could help me out?"

Ring, ring.

Kari curties and leaves.

Caesar puts on another smile on his face. "Now we welcome the male tribute of District Nine! Warren Peace!"

Warren was wearing another black suit and had advertisements for oil on the suit. I don't know what his stylist was thinking. He looks like a walking billboard.

He was glaring at everyone as he walked up to the stage.

Caesar took his hand out to shake Warren's hand.

Warren just stared the hand down.

Caesar chuckled nervously. "OK...hi Warren. How are you doing?"

"Good."

"Did you enjoy being in the Capitol?"

"No comment."

"How do you feel?"

"Good."

"Do you like being in the Capitol?"

"No comment."

Caesar sighed. "Please don't be another Thresh. He gave me a hard time also."

The Capitol audience laughed at Caesar's sadness.

After two more minutes of Caesar trying to get Warren to talk, the ten-second bell rang.

Ring, ring.

Caesar looked relieved. "Just one more question Warren. Bear with me here. Is there anything you like about the Hunger Games?"

Warren gets up and says dangerously, "I love the thrill of the kill."

Ring, ring.

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Gent Cortlin POV (District Ten)

District Nine finishes and Reyna is called up.

Milo from Seven smiles at her and she smiles back, then she carefully and slowly walks up to the stage.

Caesar grins at her and gives her a hug. "So you are the Reyna Milo was talking about."

Reyna smiles shyly. "Yeah. That's me."

"Tell me what you're wearing my dear Reyna."

Reyna gets up and twirls once. "Well, I'm wearig this sleeveless white dress with this black patch that represents like the sopt on a cow, I have a tail under the dress as you can see," she says as she points to the tail, "and then I have this handband with cow horns."

"How do you feel about the Hunger Games?" Caesar asks.

Reyna smiles. "It's nice. It's great to be reaped for the wonderful Hunger Games so I can kill innocent people in order to prove myself to all of you amazing people."

I hear Milo groan and all the other tributes gasp. We can all tell she's being sarcastic and is mocking the Capitol in a way and she could get in trouble, but no one else notices it except Caesar. After all, the Capitol people are a bit stupid after Reyna just acted like an angel. The Capitol audience agrees with her.

Caesar looks nervous and doesn't talk for a few seconds. "OK...well, tell us more about why you like Milo."

Reyna smiles happily, glad that they stopped giving her questions that she could mess up. "Well, at first, he was this rude and mean person, and I thought I would never like hm, but then, when I got to really know him, I realized that I really liked him, and that I really cared about him, so yeah. That's how I fell for Milo."

The rest of the interview went smoothly for Reyna as she continued to be sweet and pure. She also giggled a lot during the interview which just made the Capitol audience love her more.

Well, until the ten second bell rang.

Ring, ring.

Caesar clears his throat and claps his hands. "Well Reyna, what do you love most about the Capitol?"

I watch as Reyna forces herself to smile. "Well, it's very wonderful here but," I see Reyna debating on something. What is she debating about? Well, I shouldn't have asked because she asked, "how can these people be so rich? In my district, there's a lot of people who work non-stop, but still can't have meat for dinner."

I listen to the Capitol audience boo at her, now hating her as the tributes gasp again.

"Why couldn't she keep her fucking mouth shut? She's gonna fucking die in five fucking seconds because her stupid damn mouth wouldn't fucking shut up when it should have." I hear Milo muttering to himself while our mentor, Hister Matrian, ask herself the same queston, just not with the colourful volcabulary.

Ring, ring.

I see Caesar talking, but couldn't hear anything that wasn't somebody from the Capitol booing Reyna.

Caesar whistles loudly and the stadium is quiet again. "Next up we have Laurel!"

As Laurel passes by, I kiss her on the lips.

Laurel blushes and continues walking to the stage.

Caesar's eyes twinkle as he waits for Laurel to sit down. "Miss Hicks, did I just witness Cortlin kiss you?" He asks teasily.

I groan as Laurel blushes again and stares at her white shoes. She's dressed as a sheep again, but she is wearing a white dress instead of a costume with cute little sheep horns on her head.

Caesar taps his fingernails on the table. "Well?" He asks again.

Laurel sighs as she peeks up a bit. "Yes, I kissed him." Then she hides again.

Caesar groans. "Come one Laurel! How am I supposed to interview you if you're going to hide and not talk for the whole three, no, wait, the whole two and a half minutes?" THe Capitol audience laughs for some unknown reason.

Laurel sighs again as she sits up. "Yes Caesar?"

Caesar claps his hands. "Finally! So, Laurel, it is safe to say you are 'heads over heels' for ?"

Laurel doesn't look up at me. "I guess."

Caesar laughs loudy. 'You guess?"

Laurel fidgets with her dress. "OK, yes I do."

"That's awesome!" Caesar exclaims.

Laurel looks up at me and smiles. I smile back.

Caesar waits for Laurel's attention again. "Everyone has been telling me that you are very nice and kind."

Laurel smiles a little. 'You could say that."

I look at her in shock. Are you serious? She is the nicest and kindest person I know!

The rest of the interview was Caesar asking her about how much she liked Capitol life.

Ring, ring.

Caesar looks at the clock in surprise. "Oh! It's the ten-second bell! You were just too awesome to talk to! Well, Laurel, what do you find funny?" Caesar asks curiously.

Laurel laughs a bit. "It's funny they think they can kill me!"

Ring, ring.

Caesar thanks Laurel and she makes her way back to her seat as Caesar shouts my name out. "And Cortlin who kissed Miss Laurel Hicks, will you please come here? If it doesn't interfere with your kissing time with Laurel, of course."

I blush and smooth out my dark pink suit that was supposed to match a pig's skin or something and made my way down.

Caesar looks like he's thinking. "Hey Gent, my man. I never got to ask Laurel something. May I ask you?"

I thought it wasn't going to be something weird so I agreed. "Sure Caesar. Just ask."

Caesar grins mischievously. "Why do you like Laurel? When did you met her?"

I was shocked. I had to blurt everything to my whole world?

Why, everyone else did it, a voice in my head said.

I took a deep breath. "Well, I knew her from District Ten, but not very well. She was one of my sister, Quintina's best friend so I saw her a lot. I didn't always liked her but I always thought she was pretty. It wasn't until I really got to know her during the train ride and training days that I realized that I really liked her." I just kept blurting my life story out to the cameras.

Caesar pats my shoulder. "What a story Gent. Well, I'm happy that you finally found the love of your life." And I'm going to lose her in the next few days, I think, but don't say outloud.

Caesar asks me about my family. I tried to describe them as best I could without starting to miss them.

Ring, ring.

THe ten-second bell rings and Caesar asks me one last question. "How will you win Gent?"

"My strength is not what's going to make me win; it's my brains that will plan out how I'm going to win."

Ring, ring.

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Jocelyn Bennett POV (District Eleven)

"Jocelyn! Will our lovely tribute from Eleven come up here to the stage please?"

I took a deep breath and carefully made my way to the stage, hoping I wouldn't fall and trip.

Caesar greets me with a wide smile. "My, you look spendid tonight Miss Bennett!"

I look down at my white dress and angel wings covered with white feathers. My bangs were braided on each side and came together in the back, the rest of my hair was down. "Thanks Caesar. I love your checkered suit too." No, I didn't, but I'm such a good actress that no one can tell that I'm lying.

Caesar looks at me and smirks. I have an uneasy feeling about this... "So, Jocelyn, you remember Medic's interview?"

"Yeah." I replied shyly. How could I not remember? All he did was tease Medic about liking me!

Caesar grins slyly. "Well, do you remember when I said to him that I would ask you if you liked him back?"

Ah shit. I forgot about that. "Yeah..."

Caesar shrugged. "Well, don't you think you need to give Medic an answer?"

I sighed and looked at Caesar with innocent eyes. "OK, well, yes, I do like Medic. A lot. He's just too nice to poor little me."

The Capitol audience awwed and I smiled inside. I love this! I am getting sponsors and I'm not even lying! I like Medic after all.

The rest of my interview was me acting all childish and innocent and weak while Caesar just twenty questioned me.

Ring, ring.

The ten-second bell rings and Caesar smiles at me. "What are you going to do during the Games?"

I take a deep breath and racked my brain for the most innocent thing I could think of. "Be true to myself and not die in the bloodbath."

Ring, ring.

Runner quickly walked to the stage and sat down in his straw-coloured suit.

I tried to listen to his interview but I could barely hear a thing except for the end when the ten-second bell rang.

Ring, ring.

Caesar sighs. "Runner, how are you going to win the Hunger Games?"

Runner shrugs nervously. "I'm not going to win. I'm letting Ivena from District Three win."

Ring, ring.

Caesar groans. "Good-bye Runner. Why couldn't you have told me that earlier? I could have made fun of you!"

...All Kinds of Lovers...

Gwen LeQune POV (Capitol, Head Gamemaker)

I slowly breathed in and out as I almost smiled.

Just one more district and we get to wrap up!

I snapped my fingers as I turned to look at Hubber. "Focus it on District Twelve! Kel Pratt!"

Hubber quickly nods his head. "Yes ma'am, right away!"

He gets everyone to move their cameras to focus on Kel Pratt. You can see her give the audience a small smile as she sits down. She's wearing a black dress that has flames printed on them. It seems like no one can get Cinna and Portia's flames right so they just drew some on.

Caesar Flickerman grins happily at Kel. That man does all he can to help the tributes, but for District Twelve, it's hard because all the Capitol audience assumes is that any District Twelve tribute will turn out just like Katniss Everdeen Mellark or Peeta Mellark: nice in the beginning but will betray you in the end. I don't believe in that, but I'm not saying that to get my head chopped off.

"So, Kel, you are the female tribute for District Twelve this year. How do you feel?"

She shrugs. "OK, I guess. I mean, I don't like killing, but I'll do whatever I can to come home and win."

The audience boos and some people are chanting, "Die! Die!"

Caesar puts his hands in the air. "Hey, all of you stay in your seats! Give the girl a chance! Even if she is from District Twelve, that doesn't mean that she is like Katniss Everdeen." He turns back to Kel. "So, you just want to go home, huh? Why do you think you'll win?"

"Well, I am not as weak as I seem."

Caesar nods. "You don't seem very weak to me. I know you wouldn't have gotton a zero. I promise!" He laughs for some reason, making a few people laugh with him as well.

Kel laughs too. "Thanks for the support Caesar."

"I see that you and Watson were making some eye contact before both yours and his interview. Would you like to explain that to us?"

Kel starts blushing. "Nothing. We're just friends."

Caesar grins. "Are you? I can see you blushing." He says, teasing her.

She plays with her hair. "Well, I kind of like him but I don't know if he likes me back."

Caesar shooks his head, smiling. "How many couples did we see tonight?" He asks everybody as he counts with his fingers.

Kel giggles nervously. "Uh, nine?"

Caesar nods his head happily. "Yes! Nine! Boy, are you guys busy!" He laughs and everyone joins in.

The ten seconds bell rangs.

Caesar quickly stops laughing and asks Kel one last question. "So how badly do you want to come home?" He asks seriously.

Kel looks into the camera and says, "I'll do whatever I can to come home, even if to kill."

The bell rang loudly. Caesar nods his head. "Let's all say good-bye to District Twelve's girl, Kel Pratt!" A few people clap, Kel leaves and Kaden Alieer was ushered onto the stage.

A few people clap but most just stare angrily at him.

Kaden's wearing all black, his face and hands coloured black and holding torches. I have no idea what his stylist was thinking. He looks like some kind of ninja you see from our old history books.

Kaden smiles happily, ignoring the booing crowd. Caesar smiles back at him. "So how does this represent your district?"

He shrugs. "I dunno. I guess the blackness represents the coal and the torches of fire represents us burning the coal?"

Caesar nods thoughtfully. "OK, let's talk about your family. Do you have any sisters? Brothers?"

Kaden smiles sadly. "I don't have any blood-related family. My guardian is Nathaniel Greeverson. He has a son named Simon."

Some of the audience were crying. I gestured for Hubber to direct the camera there so the audience at home can see that Kaden is a very sad boy. Maybe that'll win him some sponsors.

Caesar and him talk about the Hunger Games.

"So how do you feel about the Hunger Games?" Asked Caesar, folding his hands in his laps.

Kaden looks deep in thought. "Well, there's tributes that can kill me in a second or would give me one look and I would run away screaming, so not really good." He laughs awkwardly.

Caesar laughs a bit too. "Well, do you think you will win the Games?" Caesar asks seriously again.

Kaden shrugs again as he says, "I don't know for sure if I'm going to make it out of here, but hey, crazy things DO happen in that arena. Just look at my psychotic mentors." Then he winks, making Caesar laugh again and some of the Capitol audience join in.

The bell rings and Caesar regretfully tells Kaden to 'get out of here and apoligize to his mentors'.

I snapped my fingers. "Hubber!"

He nods and projects the training scores.

Caesar claps. "So, I know you all are eager to know the training scores and are confused as of why we didn't put them up earlier...it is because our Gamemakers were still deciding and our dear President Snow decided to switch things up a bit. And now, here they are!"

Sophie-Anne Leclerq: 10
Glitz Pageants: 8
Glam Pageants: 8
Xavier Keller: 11
Jayce Gold: 1
Ivena Ven: 6
Sebastian Aequor: 11
Zephelia Acress: 8
Watson Steiner: 6
Medic Samson: 5
Elana Knott: 7
Milo Dylana: 8
Star Kart: 6
Jack Charles: 1
Nathan Stiller: 7
Kari Vindette: 9
Warren Peace: 11
Reyna Thrinesh: 6
Laurel Hicks: 5
Gent Cortlin: 6
Jocelyn Bennett: 6
Runner Kulpurt: 2
Kel Pratt: 4
Kaden Alieer:4

I snapped at Hubber again. "Hubber!"

He nods his head and focuses the camera on all the tributes then back to Caesar.

Caesar grins. "Well, that wraps up our interviews. Tune in tomorrow at 9:30am for the first day of the 100th Hunger Games!"

The audience screams and shouts as Caesar says the final words,

"And may the odds be ever in your favour!"

So I have no time to start the next chapter for the Games so I hope to have it out by the end of this week. Bear with me!