NOTE: I am very sorry but I have decided to scrap the sponsorship system, I feel as if it makes it a little messy and slightly unfair. I sincerely apologize if you were excited to sponsor your tribute.

Still Missing Check-Ins For:
Winston Harvard
Brooke Reefside (3)
Dylan Angel (3)
Loren Tryler
Kliar Hydren
Jean Broderick
Embry Doe Ri
Reuben Boyle
Field Bracken Lietré

I just wanted to say that the 'Still Missing Check-Ins For' is not meant to be an embarrassment to anyone in any way. It's for me to keep track of who is keeping up on Check-Ins and a reminder to you if you didn't see the check-ins. I understand some people can't read 24/7 and need more time than others, so when you check-in I will delete your tributes' name off the list.

Embry Doe Ri

District 8, 18, Female

I literally cannot. I love my outfit so much! I spin in my gorgeous red gown, giggling, and stomp my white tennis shoes on the hard, wooden floor.

"Shhh!" Cries Reuben from in front of me and I apologize, slightly embarrassed. I liked Reuben and all but it was slightly annoying that he was taller than me, I am 5ft 2", but it's not like I would be seeing him much longer. Unless I killed him. I shake the thought out of my head as Eoghan takes the stage. I recognize the beanie atop his head, it's the one from the chariot rides but unlike the chariot rides, he wears a white button-down top, black pants, and a green tie. He looked very handsome like he was about to take someone out to one of those fancy dinner dates on a Capitol TV show I was watching. Eoghan opens his eyes and freezes, watching The Capitol audience closely.
"You can sit down Eoghan!" Smiles Medea and Eoghan nods before hesitantly taking a seat. "Should we get started?" Eoghan doesn't respond. "Alright then. Why did you volunteer, Eoghan."
"Mmm. Samara and I are good friends."
"So you want to protect her?" Eoghan scrunches up his face.
"It's not like that...Look, Samara is as capable as I to win this."
"Awwww! How did you guys meet?"
"She's my family's- My family's servant." Medea cackles and wipes tears from her eyes.
"Alrighty. Everyone, Eoghan!" A few claps come from the crowd and Eoghan narrows his eyes at them. He then rolls his eyes and leaves, giving Samara a peck on the cheek as he passes by. I think they're a little more than friends.

Like Eoghan, Samara wears the exact flower crown from her chariot ride and a flowy white dress. Her hair curls, different from her normally straight hair. She rubs her hands together and spreads a huge smile on her face, walking out.
"Medea!" Cries Samara, running over to her like she's an old friend.
"Ah, Samara. Take a seat, take a seat."
"Oh! Why thank you." Hm, like you didn't know she would offer you a seat.
"So, how do you feel about Eoghan volunteering?"
"Well, I was completely against it. Knowing he would be there if I made it home was enough to make me win but now..."
"One of you will die." Samara gives a little nod shrug.
"How about your family?"
"They sold me to the Coutts when I was fairly young." She pauses and hesitates, "they needed the money." Medea gives Samara a 'sad', but most likely fake, smile. Samara is quickly ushered off the stage and Reuben is next.

Reuben looks so cute and innocent! Maybe that's his strategy? Because after that outfit I would never lay a hand on him. He wears a honey-colored tuxedo (that matches his eyes) and a turquoise bow tie, along with a white shirt underneath.
"How about your siblings, Reuben?"
"Well, I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters, Miss."
"Are your brothers older than you?"
"Yes, 14 and 18."
"So why didn't they volunteer?"
"They said they regretted not doing so in the goodbyes." Squeaks Reuben, sounding hurt.
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww." Cries Medea, way to outstretched and says bye to Reuben.

At that moment, a frown appears on my face as I realize, it's my turn.
"Alright Embry, ready?"

No, hell no.

"3."

Deep breaths.

"2."

Come on this will be a piece of cake.

"1."

Let's do this.

I run out and laugh and wave, as I watch the cheering Capitol.
"Miss Ri!"
"Please, call me Embry." I giggle and sit down.
"Now we've been told you have been a little rebellious back at home, hm?" Oh no, they know about me and the Peacekeepers.
"It's my brother mainly! He's a bit of a daredevil." I blurt out and meekly smile.

He wouldn't like me saying that.

"A pretty girl like you must have some relationship?"
"Um, well. One of my friends, Tom."
"Ooooo, friend?"
"Uhhhhh, well he doesn't know I like him." I cover my mouth. "Am I done yet?"

"Alright, we will notify Medea to say goodbye." I wipe some sweat from my forehead as Medea says goodbye and runoff.

Quail Arend

District 11, 18, Male

Jack enters the stage and I cross my fingers for him.
"Hello, Jack!"
"Hi."
"Excited for tomorrow?" Jack spits everywhere and laughs.
"HELL NO!" He cries. I can't help myself but think that won't help to get us, sponsors. "Yes, I am excited to enter an arena where I will have to fight other kids to death and potentially die." Jack mocks and earns a laugh from Friday.
"I am sorry if I offended you." Apologizes Medea, probably hoping to reduce the chance of getting another slap.
"So what else would you like to squeeze out of me?"
"Oh, uh." Medea looks almost embarrassed and goes for another question strategy, "How about your family? Your parents? Siblings?"
"My dad beat up by a f*cking Peacekeeper when I was 13, left dead. I have my Mom and my 2 younger sisters, and there are my girlfriend and best friend..." Suddenly, Jack went from angry to in tears and Medea quickly said goodbye. As he walks past, I watch him wink at me with a sly smirk on his face now that's what I call a performance. His golden suit blows in the wind as he heads to the limo and I look back to see Field beginning her interview.

Unlike a lot of other tributes, she wears a basic cyan blouse and black skirt.
"I have 4 siblings! It's quite a lot of fun."
"That's nice." She nods.
"Ready for tomorrow?" She carefully chooses her words and Field looks slightly pale.
"Y-yes. I was hoping for some allies but..." Field sweats and I feel like hugging her.
"Friends?"
"My best friend is Droplet. We play pranks on each other a lot." She seems to have lost her energy.
"A round of applause for Field!" She accepts it gratefully and walks off, lost in her thought.

Lex is next and he bounds on stage, pushing back his dirty blonde hair. He has a full black suit and a red tie. This wasn't the boy I saw at the reaping recaps, it can't be! In the reaping, he was dirty and scrawny, not handsome and charming. He smirks at the audience and jumps into his seat.
"Hiya, Medea!"
"Why hello Mr." She says in a hush, flirty tone. Lex gives a nervous laugh and Medea sits up straight. "Uh, so Lex. I've heard you help provide a lot for your family?"
"Yes, I do. Me and my Mother work and my Sister, Sophie, is our main priority."
"Father?"
"He died of pneumonia."
"I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, yeah but positivity is the best solution." Medea nods, she was almost like a different person in a sort of trance.
"It was nice to meet you, Lex."
"You too, thanks and bye."

Mahala wears a purple dress with pink spots and she takes a deep breath before running off, waving at The Capitol crowd as she made her way to her seat.
"Hi, Mahala!"
"Medea," Mahala says, acknowledging her.
"Now, I am sure we are all wondering. Has there been anything between you and Lex?" Why would she ask that? I see her hands tense and Mahala raises her eyebrows.
"Ummm, no. He's not my type."
"Then what is your type?" Asks Medea, smiling now.
"Well, there is this boy at home."
"Mhm?"
"Yeah."
"Does he have a name?"
"He does." She blushes and wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead.
"And that is?"
"Lamen." She blurts out and puts her hands over her mouth, cheeks burning red.
"Awww, she has a crush! Well, let's hope you make it so you can see him again, Mahala."
"Thank you but I will need your help!" Mahala cries as she leaves.

At that moment I hear a voice in my ear.
"Ready Quail?"

Oh no, I'm next.

"On my count. 3."

"2."

"1."

I close my eyes and walk out to the cheering crowd.
"H-hi," I say as I meet Medea and she smiles.
"Hello, Quail!" I cautiously take a seat and she leans towards me. I pull back and she laughs.
"I don't bite."
"No, no course not." I hope my sarcasm wasn't too obvious.
"Mhm. Now, how is your Mother? Why don't you tell us about the accident?" My eyes grow wide, that was personal stuff.
"She's alright," I mumble. "She was paralyzed several years ago and she was our main source of income." If this was going to get me and my alliance sponsors I would do it for Crow, my Father, and my Mother.
"Do you work?"
"Yes, we all do."
"So you've managed?"
"Yes, we always do."
"Isn't that sweet! Hey ladies and gentlemen?!" Applause.

"Alright Quail you're done."

I smile at the crowd and walk off backstage. I did it but that wasn't the worst to come.

Friday Evans

District 12, 12, Male

This would be easy, a piece of cake my Mom says. I repeat her voice in my head as Neveah spins in her lilac knee-length dress, showing it off to the Capitol audience.
"Nevaeh!" Cries the strange lady.

Merea?

"Hi, Medea."

Medea.

Neveah jumps into her seat.
"So I hear you have an adopted sister?"
"Uh-huh, Saoirse." Medea nods.
"What happened to her parents?"
"Is that any of your business? This interview is on me, not her." She sounded like my brother, overprotective and private I missed him all the so. When he took his own life, part of mine was torn out.
"No, well I suppose it's not."
"Mhm, so keep your nose out of other people's business. Got it?"
"I understand." Answers Medea, looking slightly timid. She'd had a hard time tonight and that just made me the more cheery. "So, what about your parents?"
"My Dad gets whipped a lot, has a bad temper. That's how I got this, tried to protect him." She points to a scar on her right cheek and Medea hovers her fingers over it, too scared to touch it.
"What a soldier hopefully it'll help you in the Games."
"Yep." And with that, she walks off.

Easy as pie. I hear my Mother say inside my head.

"Friday? Friday, it's your cue to go on!"

I realize I'd missed my cue and stuff on my brown jacket, over the grey top and push my pockets back into my jeans.

"There you are, Friday! We were worried you wouldn't come." Laughs Medea as I enter the stage. I squint as the lights shine on my face and look into the eyes of the audience. I know what they are thinking.

'Another weak boy from 12.' 'Just another bloodbath.'

That's not who I am nor who I'll be.

"Hello Mer- Medea."
"Come on, come on take a seat." She says and ushers me over.
"I'll stand."
"Ok then."
"Can we get started?" I ask and Medea nods.
"Keen, hm? Now, your brother. I understand he committed suicide?"
"He did."
"Has that affected you in any way?"
"It did but I got over it."

Not true. He was all I ever thought about.

"Hmmm. Any allies?"
"No. I can't trust people when we are supposed to be killing each other."
"Ah! So you're going for a solo strategy?"
"Uh, yeah."

Didn't I just answer that by saying I had no allies?

"Well, we are excited to see how that plays out for you."

"Great job, Friday. You can go."

"Thanks?" I walk out.

Easy as pie.

I open the limo door and Quail helps me in. "Thanks."
"Don't listen to her or them. You'll do great." If I win that means you die, I want to say but I don't. Instead, I just nod and look up at Piper on the TV screen."

Her eyes looked puffy and she looks uncomfortable in her heels and flowy, black dress.
"Just me and my dad." Squeaks Piper.
"Is he your only source of income?" Piper nods, sadly. "Do you go to school."
"No, not unless I feel well enough."
"Mmm."
"I almost died of starvation before I was reaped. I guess The Hunger Games is a saving factor for me but not my Dad." Tears start flowing down her face. "He thinks I can win but everyone knows it. I am just that bloodbath from District 12." Medea puts an arm around her and I feel myself tearing up. I see Eoghan, Samara, Embry, Mahala, Lex, and Quail doing the same.

She pulls open the door to the limo and I squeeze her tight as we drive off. Tomorrow our life could be over.

I know, I know these took me forever to complete. I am sorry if they are not as high quality as the first part but writing 24 interviews is just so tiring and boring but the next chapter is the morning before and then, after that, it is the bloodbath. Who else is excited.

Who's interview was the best?
Who's interview was the funniest?
How do you feel about that last bit with Piper? Do you think she'll die in the bloodbath?

Alliances:

The Career Pack: Caesar, Xavier, Vidia, Dylan, Brooke, and Kliar.

Forever and Always: Eoghan and Samara.

Team 6: Jean, Harrick, and Piper.

Girl Power: Sapphire, Embry, Loren, and Nevaeh.

The Smart, The Strong And The 'Useless': Reuben, Lex, and Winston

Best Buds and Mahala: Jack, Quail, and Mahala.

Solos: Arlene, Field, and Friday.

See you in a bit.

-James