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Twill Chintz, 16
District 8 Male

"How do I look?"
"Very handsome, Twill. Very handsome."

Claodis giggled as Twill ran a hand through his hair. It was nice to have a prep team that knew to enhance his face, rather than just cake makeup on top. Besides, how the hell could one person own so much anyways? In District 8, some really nice, high quality blush would've cost him his entire left foot.

He smoothed out his tux one last time to rid himself of any wrinkles. it wouldn't be much longer until it was time for his own interview.

"I miss my friends so much," Claodis suddenly said to nobody in particular. "I didn't think I would, but I've never been away from them for so long before."
"Well, that's all the more reason to win, right?"
"That is true! I'm so excited for my interview!"

Twill laughed nervously. "I'm glad to hear that."

The audience clapped politely as Darra gracefully walked across the stage in a long simple emerald green gown. Her hair was all pinned up on top of her head, revealing the low cut back of her dress. Darra twirled a little, clearly satisfied with her dress.

But upon sitting down, Darra's starstruck grin became a small, sly one. She rarely spoke at all, but when she did, her answers were extremely vague and hardly related to the questions she was asked. Twill could tell from here that the audience was pretty annoyed.

And if Darra was quiet, Veles was practically made of stone. He wore a plain black suit with a dark brown tie and white shoes. And he could barely be heard, often mumbling one or two words under his breath. Twill really had to strain hard to catch any of it. Even the audience seemed slightly underwhelmed as Veles unceremoniously got up and walked off the stage without a word.

Claodis clapped her hands together. Twill reached out and patted her on the back. "Knock 'em dead."

His district partner walked out in a white white ballgown with puffy sleeves and lots and lots of layers of silver lace. He had to admit, it looked like the dress would soon gain sentience and swallow her whole! Claodis took a moment to find her chair, but just laughed along with the audience as she sat down.

Twill thought she did a pretty good job. Claodis really nailed that whole young and innocent vibe her dress made her pull off. She answered all her questions with a smile on her face, cracked a few jokes that got some laughs, and happily talked about her life back home. Everyone clapped once her interview was over.

Now it was his turn.

Twill was pretty satisfied with his outfit: a white tux with a black shirt and a red tie. Simple, yet elegant. Plus, he had been sprayed with a bit of perfume, and now he faintly smelled of lavender. And as he climbed onto the stage, he could already see the front rows filled with Capitolites. Some of them already seem entranced with his appearance.

Hopefully, this wouldn't be too hard.

The interview started out plain enough. Twill made some small talk about what he liked about the Capitol, the awesome food he had been served, and what his favourite dishes were; all of it was true. He answered a few questions about Claodis. Did he like being her ally? Yeah, she was sweet and fun and the two of them could easily work together. Did he have high hopes for the Games? Twill chuckled a little and gave the crowd a flirty little smirk. He decided to gloss over that one.

Then he was asked about what he did for a living back in 8. Suddenly, the idea of answering that made him really nervous.

What if everyone laughed in his face, for making a living using what little he had?

But he forced himself to straighten up and continue to smile. "Well, the term for it, as I've learned is sugar baby. I just get hired to spend the day with customers, hanging out with them and giving them a shoulder to lean on. Basically, it's like being a friend for hire. And being cute certainly doesn't hurt. With a face this good, why sell it for free?"

He caught a few disgusted reactions, but everyone else burst into laughter as he strolled off the stage. Claodis gave him a high-five. "You did awesome!"
"Man, that felt so weird."
"Well, aren't you glad it's over?"
"Oh, for sure."

Lily was wearing a long sparkly lilac dress with two slits down the sides, gold laced sandals, and lots of jewellery. Under the spotlights of the stage, everything about her was shimmering. Twill just chuckled to himself faintly; she was going to be the sparkliest interview of the night.

Despite the elegance of her dress, Lily was extremely mischievous. The audience spent the entirety of her interview laughing at her jokes or wisecracks. The second she was asked why she volunteered, Twill notice Lily's grin drop and she shook a little, before forcing herself to smile again. "Well, why the hell not? It's all about the rush, baby! The thrill! The daring of it all! Nobody's as crazy to do it as me!"

Next was Lily's district partner, Cleveland. His tweed jacket, baggy black pants, and straw hat made him look like a life-size scarecrow, the poor kid. It didn't help that he seemed so scared and pitiful. Cleveland talked a lot about his family, friends, and many many siblings he had back home.

Backstage, the room was starting to clear out a little and Twill let out a large yawn that surprised even him. It wasn't that late, but there was just so much going on that sitting here was starting to get a little exhausting.

Thankfully, there were only a few more interviews left to go.

Red Belmont, 15
District 10 Male

Red was not the least bit bothered by interviews.

Or dressing up.

Or crowds.

He was, however, starting to get a little annoyed with his district partner. No matter how many times Red assured Argen that a three minute interview was not the end of the world and he'd do great and it would all go to plan, the older boy seemed convinced otherwise. Also, how could someone who was already so pale have their face turn even whiter?

"Dude," Red said for like the tenth time tonight. "I'm right behind you, alright? And you'll be on and off the stage before you know it. It's gonna be so easy and everyone will love you."
"No, they won't. I'm not as confident as everyone else! They're gonna laugh at me."
"Oh my God, Argen-"

"Now, calling up to the stage, Argen DeAquilla!"

"Go!" Red gave his district partner a shove. Argen's tuxedo was a dark blue, complete with a gold trim. Red supposed things could've been worse; Argen cracked a few small jokes which got a few people laughing and by the time the interview was over, he was actually smiling. Both district partners felt a weight lift off their shoulders.

Good. Because now, it was Red's turn.

He really liked his suit. It was a tan colour, with dark brown stripes running down the fabric, which he thought looked really cool. And the little brown bowtie around his neck was such an awesome accessory. With an outfit this sharp, Red felt ready for a million interviews.

The questions were innocent enough. Red talked a lot about everyone back home. His parents, his brother, his sisters, his best friend. He did miss them a little bit, but he just laughed it off, assuring the audience, and mostly himself, that he'd be back home hanging out with them before he knew.

How about his alliance? Oh, just Argen. But it was all cool. Argen was kinda like that big brother Red never had, even if it did feel like the younger ally was babysitting the older one. It made Red a little nervous to see all these bigger alliances, mostly composed of tributes three to four years older than him. But he kept those fears to himself.

Argen shook his head. "I don't get how you did that. God, it's so terrifying out there."
"What are you talking about? Everyone likes you."
"I don't know..."

Acacia's halter dress was green, but not just any green; Red counted at least four different shades. She also had thin green silk scarves attached to her wrists and brown leather sandals. And she practically glided across the stage.

Once seated, Acacia was anything but graceful. She had no problems sharing the perils of her home life, and how difficult it was to play sister and mother all at once, with an alcoholic father, a stubborn twin, and a baby brother she needed to take care of. Red noticed that there was not a dry eye in the entire front row.

It was hard for Red to see Weller's outfit at first. It was just so...shiny. It seemed to be made out of a silvery material that reflected all the lights hitting it, sending the beams across the room. One of them blinded Red and he quickly looked away.

It soon became clear Weller had very little to share. He slowly tapped his shoe against the stage floor, folded his hands in his lap, and spoke in a quiet voice. He mentioned a few things about his allies, but deflected all questions about his home life. Red could see him slowly growing more an more annoyed, until finally, he slammed his fists against the chair. "Stop asking me! I don't want to talk about it!"

Clair clutched their hands together nervously, and Red couldn't blame them, having to go after the suddenly explosive Weller. They wore a really plain black dress that fell all the way down to their ankles with tight sleeves; Clair kept folding the edge of their sleeve. They didn't seem to care much for their outfit.

Sure enough, they were full of nerves. It was impossible to get any answers out of Clair; if it wasn't a single word response, it was them gesturing with their hands to get their point across. Their lower lip trembled the whole time. Were they going to cry? That would be so awkward, Red had no idea how he'd react to that.

Stryker was the last interview of the night. Eir outfit was pretty simple, a grey suit had a white dress shirt underneath and a bright red tie. The second ey sat down, ey began to squirm and fidget around, nearly knocking emself out of the chair.

It soon became obvious Stryker was distracted by all the lights and colours of the room, but Red thought ey did pretty well in comparison to the past two interviews. Ey had no problem going on and on about their alliance, how ey just wanted to protect eir allies, and that despite eir height, ey were not to be underestimated. The audience clapped passionately for em.

"Finally." Red loosened his bowtie. "I'm gonna go get changed."
"It's over?" The colour returned to Argen's cheeks. "Good. I hate this."
"I think you just hate crowds."
"That's not true!"

"Yeah, yeah." Red laughed. "I'm going upstairs. Are you coming?"

Hnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally interviews are over! I hate them with such a burning passion! XD

Also, I'm glad to announce that I finally have a confirmed Bloodbath date for this story! Yeah, I think we're close enough for me to announce it. After all, we are only two chapters away from the big date!

So with date, I proudly doth proclaim that the Too Much Heaven Bloodbath will be going up on AUGUST 1ST. I have yet to decide at which time, but I will let you know in a future chapter.

Anyways, back to this chapter! Which interviews were your favourites? Which outfits were your favourites?

Just another reminder to send in your check-ins if you haven't already and I'll see you all next chapter!

-Vr