Leaf Marsden, 16

"Let's hear it for the female from District 7! Leaf Marsden!" Ceaser smiles.

Leaf walks out in a gold and brown dress that cascades down her body. Her brown hair has been straightened, flowing down with not a single hair out of place.

"So, Leaf, What's your favourite thing about the Capitol?" Ceaser asks.

Leaf lets out a laugh. "Nothing," she finds the question almost comical, "I mean, I saw a person who had dyed their skin orange of all colours? The people here are loud, don't have manners, and I've never seen a group stuff their faces so much. I mean, I know food is hard to come by – at least is in the districts – but even we know how to pace ourselves during a meal."

Instantly the crowd starts to boo, standing up and shouting for Leaf's death in the games. Ceaser attempts to ask her another question but it is drowned out by the crowds audible displeasure with the few seconds Leaf did speak.

Leaf gives a mocking wave to the crowd, even blowing some kisses at them as she struts off.

Osiris Javernick, 18

It takes some time to subdue the crowd but eventually they audience sits quietly in the chairs as Ceaser announces the next tribute. "Please welcome the male from District 7, Osiris Javernick!"

Osiris's shaggy hair has been tied up into a bun. He wears little makeup, just enough to cover any blemishes on his skin but the scars on his face have been left shown, likely a way to show Osiris's strength. Earings, jewels, and chains hang from Osiris's ears. He wears a slim fit black and gold suit.

"Well didn't she put up a hard act to follow," Osiris smiles, "hopefully you all didn't take anything she said to heart. She's just an angry person."

"I think we are all fine but thank you for your words," Ceaser says, "During training, you weren't shy about having formed an alliance, can you tell us more?"

"Of course," Osiris says, "I just thought, if the careers – with their collective IQ of 60 – could manage to pull together six people for an alliance then why can't I? I got together with a few outcast tributes and here we are, six strong."

"The six strong alliance," Ceaser points out.

"Well, aren't you a hidden genius," Osiris smiles, "we never formally created a name for our alliance so I might just steal that from you."

"Are you afraid that this alliance would make you a target?" Ceaser asks.

"It's a game where only one person comes out alive. Alliance or no alliance, I was always a target," Osiris says.

Calico Nale, 15

"She might be small but she is mighty, the female from District 8! Calico Nale!"

Calico has put on some weight since being Reaped. Once emaciated and short, now she has defined muscle and a healthy glow to her. Her orange hair has been redone by her stylist, flowing in waves to her shoulders. She wears a silver gown with matching high heels and earrings.

"Aren't you gorgeous tonight, Calico," Ceaser says.

"Sure," Calico shrugs, "but it isn't like beauty is going to get me the crown in the arena."

"Very true," Ceaser says, "more so skills and the will to survive…What skills do you have that will help you win?"

Calico chuckles. "I ain't telling. Not because I don't want the people of the Capitol to know. I don't want the other tributes knowing. It's better to keep that quiet until I'm standing over them with a knife against their throat."

"So, you have no issue killing?" Ceaser asks.

"Should I?" Calico counters.

Wade Farbreeze, 15

"Let's hear it for the male from District 8! Wade Farbreeze!" Ceaser announces.

Wade walks out in a bright yellow suit which clashes beautifully with his brown skin. His black hair has been combed to one side with a few flecks of hair bending out onto his forehead. He looks upset, almost ready to cry as he walks out on stage, quickly making his way to the chair and taking a seat.

"Wade, are you okay? Is something wrong?" Ceaser asks.

Wade just shrugs his shoulders…"I don't know…"

"Anything we can do to cheer you up? Would a round of applause help?" Ceaser says, "Come on folks! Give it up for Wade one more time!"

The crowd cheers as the give a thunderous applause but Wade sits in his chair, unmoved, starring down at the ground.

"Are you upset that the games are tomorrow?" Ceaser says, "I'm sure you will do fine!"

Wade doesn't answer, he just stares at the ground, at his feet, clicking his toes together.

"Wade?" Ceaser asks.

Wade doesn't respond.

"Hello?" Ceaser says, "Wade?"

Marcella Cameron, 16

"Next we have the female from District 9! Marcella Cameron!" Ceaser says.

Marcella walks out in a pure white juniper dress. Her black hair has been curled and gold dusting has been added to her tanned skin. Marcella smiles as she waves to the crowds of cheering people. Spinning and swinging her dress around as she almost skips up to Ceaser. She kisses both of his cheeks and finds her place in the chair.

"Someone seems overjoyed!" Ceaser says.

"I know I shouldn't be," Marcella says, "the games start tomorrow morning and with them comes so much death and suffering but I thought, if this is possibly my last day on this beautiful Earth then I mind as well enjoy every last second I got."

"That is a wonderful way of thinking," Ceaser says.

"Thank you! My brother, Kylar told me something similar. He would say 'you can't choose the cards your dealt, but you can make the most of them.'"

"Are you close with your brother?" Ceaser asks.

"I'm close with all of my family," Marcella smiles, "I think family is very important in one's life. We are social creatures, we were never met to live alone, and your family is the people who will always be there for you, who will have your back, who will watch over you.

"I know, going into the arena tomorrow, they can't be there in the way that I know they want to but I'll be in there with them in mind. Giving me the strength, I need and I'm sure they will be supporting me every step of the way."

Chryss Dust, 13

"Ladies and gentlemen, the male from District 9! Chryss Dust!"

Chryss is tiny. Barely over five feet, not a pound of fat on him, even though his stylist tried to make him appear bigger with the blue suit she dressed him in, Chryss still looks meager. But he walks out with something no one expected…A guitar.

"Ceaser," Chryss says, "I know you usually conduct the interview, but would you mind if I sung a song for the nation tonight?"

"By all means," Ceaser smiles.

Chryss takes his seat, guitar ready, his heart racing but his hands steady as he begins to strum along the cords of the guitar.

Mother, I hear your voice

Humming from this note.

Are you still here? Or have you gone away?

I've been so worried, you've been gone so long.

Barely hear you at all.

Oh, oh, don't leave me here alone.

Don't tell me you've got to go.

Oh, oh, this house is not a home.

I wanna find a home.

And I wanna have you there with me.

Mother, I hear your voice.

In these empty memories.

You now call home.

And everyday, I try a little harder.

To remember the voice of you.

Oh, oh, don't leave me here alone.

Don't tell me you've got to go.

Oh, oh, this house is not a home.

I wanna find a home.

And I wanna have you there with me.

Mother, I hear your voice.

Humming from these notes.

How does it feel being so far away?

How does it feel locking me away?

And it's true, I may be safe.

But I'll never see the world.

And never hear your voice.

Nothing lasts forever.

Some things aren't meant to be.

But now it's too late to see.

I'm Reaped and I'm gone away.

Mother, can you hear my voice

In those empty memories I now call home?

And 6 more done!

What does everyone think of the tribute interviews so far? Any stand outs?

Only 2 more chapters before we enter the arena!