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Adventi's POV
I nervously pace backstage, fiddling with the buckle on my dress. It's long and purple and by all accounts thoroughly impractical, but I suppose it's pretty. Practicality isn't really the focus when you're being presented as a gorgeous young specimen to the whole of your country. That is, until you're actually in the games. I don't have very long to wait, though, because immediately after the boy from two who tried to befriend me returns from his interview, my name is called by the famously charming-yet-a-sleazeball host. I walk out onto the stage, give a quick apprehensive wave to the audience, and take
a seat. Reaching out to shake my hand, Cascadio Hertwarm, previously mentioned host,begins with,
"So, Adventurous-"
"Call me Adventi."
"Oh, all right," he says, looking at me with some confusion. "Adventi then. So, Adventi, what do you think your strategy is going to be in the Hunger Games?"
"I don't know, Cascadio, I'm still not sure I'm ready," I giggle, mentally cursing my mentor for making me act like the bimbo every girl is supposed to act like. "This whole experience has happened so fast, and it's all really different and scary."
"I understand," he says in a low voice that I suppose is supposed to seem sympathetic. "I believe many of our tributes every year have some jitters." Ha. He
doesn't realize how literally that applies to me. "I'm just wondering, what so you think your greatest strength will be in the days or weeks to come?"
"Well," I start, feeling a flush of pride. I can already feel my mentor smacking his forehead in disgust with me for telling the truth, but I don't want to appear completely inane. "I'm an inventor. Back home in my district, I fiddled around with machines all the time. I figured out the tricks to mechanical engineering, and I hope to be able to apply my knowledge in my time in the arena."
Rolocot's POV
My name is called by Cascadio Hertwarm following a rather rude wisecrack about Adventi being a "mad scientist." She returns from her interview looking traumatized by the spotlights, but slyly proud of herself for standing out against our mentor's so-called advice. I walk out, shake our host's hand, and take a seat, waiting for my grilling to begin.
"Hello, Rolocot Humphrey!" Cascadio bellows to me. "I've heard much about you. Tell me, because we don't have much time, and I want to get down to the good, juicy dirt about you." Well, that was certainly blunt. At least he's honest. "Why did you volunteer? After all, you're not from a career district, and from what I understand, volunteers are pretty rare."
"They tried to- um, they called my brother's name. My brother Myles. He's blind, you see, completely blind, and I knew he wouldn't stand a chance out there in combat.I've really close to my siblings, and I just couldn't stand the thought of losing him. Amary, Myles, Smitty, Kimber, I love you all!" I say, blowing a kiss to the nearest camera whilst Cascadio wipes away a fake tear from my touching story.
