Alyssandra Collyn, D3
Alyssandra heard her name called over the speaker system, and she stood up to go to her interview. She stumbled a bit in her shoes, as she had never worn heels before in her life.
Finneon greeted her with a hug when she took the stage. The audience cheered.
"So, Alyssandra. You received the highest score among the girls from your district. How does that make you feel?" Alyssandra was proud of her score, but it was only a seven.
"I felt I could have done a tad better," she said, "I learned as much as I could in training, and I wanted to show my skills."
"Hopefully they will come of use for you in the arena. Wouldn't want all that training to go to waste."
"I know. I'm still tired," she joked, pretending to fan herself with her hand. The audience laughed. Finneon moved the conversation to her outfit.
"Now, this dress is beautiful. Cimone did a marvelous job." Alyssandra stood up and twirled for him, letting the skirt of the dress balloon outward. She nearly fell in her heels but she managed to remain upright.
"An amazing design. That locket, around your neck, I've heard it has a very personal meaning to it?"
"Yes, Finneon," Alyssandra opens the locket, and she sees the camera zoom in on the tiny drawing of her and David. No one in the District can afford cameras, so they'd gone to the district artist. He hardly charged anything, as the drawing was so tiny, but it was still beautiful. "This is my boyfriend from home, David." She faced the camera directly and blew a kiss. "I love you, David."
The crowd awed.
Warner Brackson, D3
Warner flattened out his dark blue suit as he walked towards the stage. His name had been called next to last for the boys. He'd heard laughter from Veris' interview, and Guier's had sounded rather serious. Warner wasn't sure yet what angle he was supposed to be playing.
"Hello, Mister Brackson." Finneon shook his hand as he joined him in the spotlight. "What has been your favorite part of the Capitol so far?" Really? Did he not understand how horrible the Capitol was to every tribute? Warner knew he couldn't say that out loud, but rather lie and earn sponsors.
"The Tribute apartments. Absolutely magnanimous." He tried using big words to make himself seem smarter. That would be his angle.
"I've heard word from the Training Center that you are one of the brightest tributes in the competition this year. Do you believe that your brain will get you far, Warner?"
"Yes, I have to believe that it will help me to win. There is no other option for me."
"A confident young fellow," declared Finneon to the crowd. They cheered for him. Warner had not expected to be cheered on, seeing as how he only received a four from the Gamemakers. Maybe there was hope for him yet.
Aaron Sierra, D3
"Hello, Aaron. A pleasure to meet you." Finneon leaned back in his chair, relaxing.
"Good to meet you too, Finneon."
"How is it, being here in the Capitol, compared to home in the Mayoral house?"
"It's much bigger here," laughed Aaron. He was trying to come across as confident. "I know that my dad will be having large groups of people over to watch the games though."
"They're all rooting for you to win, I bet."
"Oh of course, I would doubt it. I remember Kari of District One telling me about the games last year, so I already have some insight on what to expect in the arena." A light seemed to flick on in Finneon's head as he remembered something.
"Ah yes, the Victor has dinner with the highest members of each district while on tour. Tell me, what's that like, getting to meet all of the past victors?" Aaron had to think carefully of his answer, because he could see the time wearing down.
"It's an honor. My dad has only been mayor for five years, but for that time I've been able to meet the strongest ad most famous people of Panem. It's a pleasure, really." Aaron knew he'd given a good answer, but he felt disgusted with himself. He had never felt honored to eat with the Victors. They were the people who murdered his fellow district members. Twice the victor had actually been the one that had knocked Three out of the competition. No, his entire interview had instead been lies.
Aaron fumbled with the engagement ring sitting at the bottom of his pocket. He hoped Elizabeth wouldn't hate him.
Nenna Charber, D4
Nenna could help but admire her dress. Floor-length, ocean blue, and flowing. It was the ocean. She was wearing the ocean. When she went out for her interview, Finneon said the same exact thing.
"Pandora is extremely talented if she can make a dress from the ocean," he'd said, and Nenna smiled.
"Yes, it is lovely."
"Now, Nenna, how do you plan to go about the games? What is your strategy?"
"Well," she started, "I am a part of the biggest alliance in the games this year, so we'll be a force to be reckoned with. And when the time comes, I'll rely on my own strength and knowledge to get me through to the Victor's chair." She knew it sounded cocky, but it was true. She wasn't going to lose.
Thalassa Pearl, D4
"Tell me, Thalassa, is there a special boy back in Four waiting for you?" Thalassa knew she had to lie. The Careers couldn't know about her and Ronan.
"No, none that I know of. But what boy wouldn't want to be seen with a Victor on his arm." She smiled, and she could imagine Ronan feeling awful when he watched this later on.
"Very true. You'll have to keep those boys at bay with a ten foot pole." The audience laughed. "Now, how do you feel you rank against the rest of your district partners?"
"Well, physically, the boys are all stronger, but that doesn't always matter in the arena. I think I could outsmart them if the time came where I had to." She continued to smile. She wanted the audience to see how confident she was with this. They ate it up.
Ruben Jackson, D4
"Ruben, Ruben, Ruben. A ten from the Gamemakers. Congratulations. Does it make you proud to have such a high score?" Ruben looked back to Finneon. He'd been scanning the audience although he didn't know what for.
"I could have done better," he laughed. "I would've settled for a twelve." The audience burst into laughter.
"Twelve seems like a good goal. Ten is pretty close though." Ruben thought of Ember and hi eleven. Ten was close, but not good enough now.
"Ruben," said Finneon, "Everyone wants to know. What was going through your mind in the Reaping?" Ruben knew he was referring to the awkward moment when Ruben volunteered for himself. Everyone had laughed, and he had hoped not to relive it.
"I was just so eager to win the games I lost focus. Now that I'm here, I can see my goal clearly." It was a good answer, and hopefully enough to steal away some of Cunsen's sponsors. "I have my girlfriend back home to think about. She'd be devastated if I lost the games. She is my motivation." He heard the crowd 'awe'. He was glad he played two cards. Compassionate and Determined. That would definitely help him in the long run.
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