Iris Dreamcoat, D5
Iris loved her dress. Royal had made it to consist completely of pink, lavender and silver swirls. It was beautiful. When she took the stage for her interview with Finneon, she twirled for him.
"Absolutely stunning," he said. "Simply magical." Iris sat down in the seat, which was designed for a tribute much bigger than herself.
"Such a tiny girl. What is your strategy for when you are in the arena, Iris?" She looked out towards the audience, and her eyes landed on the camera for a moment.
"I'm going to play it day by day. I have my allies, and we're going to protect each other."
"That's good to hear, that you already have an alliance. I'm hoping we'll see you go far, little Iris."
Alarzin Blackley, D5
"Alarzin, how has the training time faired with you?" Alarzin thought back, to the five days he spent in the underground training room. He'd spent time on every station, and then went back to the weapons for a second round.
"I tried to make myself versatile," he said, "so that I could manage with whatever I am able to get from the Cornucopia."
"Ahh," Finneon said excitedly, "You are planning to risk the big fight at the Cornucopia?"
"Yes. If I am out there with no weapon, I won't stand a chance. So I figure my best bet is to take this risk. I don't want to do it. I'd rather be able to hide somewhere until the final few, but everyone knows that strategy never works. So I'm taking the better option and risking it for a weapon. And I've been training, so the others shouldn't count me out just yet."
"I don't think they will," said Finneon.
Zane Aperechton, D5
Zane shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit, midnight black with a silver vest underneath. His blonde hair was straightened out ad slicked back, and the prep team had sculpted his eyebrows and the stubble coming in on his jaw. When he had looked in the mirror earlier, he hardly recognized himself. He did, however, see how much he resembled his father, which made him feel even worse.
"Zane, you clean up nice, my boy." Finneon greeted him with a handshake as he took his seat.
"As do you, Finneon." The audience laughed. Zane would try and keep them laughing, but it became hard when Finneon brought up his family.
"Tell me, what is it like being a triplet? Having two other people who look exactly like you?" Obviously Finneon hadn't been given all of the information.
My brother, Braham, and I look alike. Alice takes after our mother. Her hair is darker, and she's a lot shorter. I can't say it's strange, being a triplet, because it's what I've grown up with. It would be like me asking you what it was like not having a single person look like you?"
"That sounds like a very mature answer. And you say you are only sixteen?" Now Finneon had the audience laughing.
Eticari Dexter, D6
Eticari nearly fell as she stood up in her heels. Even with her years of training, this was an experience she'd never had before. Her stylist was playing up the alluring angle, as her dress was the color of roses, and skin-tight, except for the split running up her left leg. Her blond hair was in a bun atop her head, and her make-up simple. Only her lips were painted, to match the dress.
As she took the stage, she heard the audience take in a breath. She must look better than she originally thought.
"My my my, Miss Dexter. You look so grown up. Don't you agree, everyone?" The crowd cheered. Eticari hadn't been expecting this. She blushed. "Now," continued Finneon, "You volunteered for the Quell. Six hardly ever has volunteers. What caused you to do it?"
"I figured it would be better to have a tribute in the arena who knew how to defend themselves, rather than some little kid who still relied on their parents. The girl I volunteered for was much too young to compete. I wanted to protect her."
"That's very noble of you. I wish you the best of luck out there, miss Dexter."
Dunston Peolle, D6
Dunston was wearing a light grey suit with blue accents. It resembled the parade costumes in the sense of the color schemes. When his name was called over the speakers, Dunston made his way to the stage. He had t admit, he didn't care much about sponsors. He knew he wasn't going to win. The odds were entirely against him, so he hadn't tried as hard as some of the other tributes.
"Dunston, tell us, do you plan on entering the initial battle at the Cornucopia?" He wondered why no one in the Capitol called it as it was, the Bloodbath. It was their favorite part of the games, so surely they wouldn't feel ashamed of it.
"No, I plan to run and stay somewhere safe."
"Any allies?"
"No." His answers were cold, and Finneon wouldn't ignore that.
"Oh, come one now, boy. Lighten up a bit," he laughed, and the audience joined in. All of this was making Dunston hate them all even more.
Mitchell 'Maxwell' Descosne, D6
Mitchell heard his name…well, his brother's name called over the speaker system. He stood up and took his place at the doors that would open on Finneon's cue. They did, and he shook the man's hand when he got to his seat.
"My my, Maxwell. You certainly look dashing tonight." Mitchell looked down at himself, in the simple black and white tuxedo, tailored to fit him perfectly, that he'd asked Siobhan to do for his Interview. "The ladies back in Six are probably swooning right now." Mitchell thought of Quinna, Max's girlfriend back home, and he felt guilty.
"They may be swooning, but my heart belongs to only one girl…two, sorry mom…back in Six. Quinna Harold. I love you Quinna," he said for the camera. The audience cheered for his false declaration. Would Quinna realize the switch had occurred? Would she recognize the difference between the brothers? She'd never out them. She loved Maxwell too much. But it could ruin her, realizing that in order to be with Maxwell, she'd have to, in the eyes of everyone else, leave him for his brother. Mitchell felt guiltier with each passing minute. He finished his interview easily enough, and went back to his seat. He stuck his head in his hands, defeated.
Again, I apologize if some POV's are short. Sometimes, for a character, I just don't know what to write. Remember to sponsor, and to vote in the poll. No more than four chapters left until the Gamesbegin, and then the real fun starts.
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