Burn to the Ground

by TalesOfFanfiction

The rebellion after the Third Quarter Quell failed. The Capitol remained in power and continued to have control over the districts. Seventy-five years later, it is now time for the Sixth Quarter Quell. This year, however, it is not just the lives of the tributes that are at risk. The tributes will have to fight hard, for if they lose, they won't be the only ones to die.

13. The Interviews: Moment in the Spotlight

Cascade Bolt's POV – District 4 Male

Once my stylist left the preparation room after we finished getting ready for the interviews, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had to admit that I had my doubts about the District Four stylists and their competence after the fisherman costumes for the tribute parade. Seriously, I'm not an expert on fashion or anything, but what kind of drugs were they smoking if they thought that looked appealing? We looked absolutely disgusting on the chariot and I had to salvage my image by showing off to the audience more than I was comfortable with on the chariot. Now, my doubts were cast aside. I was dressed in a rather nice black tuxedo suit with matching black dress pants and a blue tie with a golden triton running down the center of it. I looked like one of those rich guys of District Four who owned the fisheries and the factories.

I really had to admit it; I looked badass.

After a few more seconds, I left the prep room and headed towards the main living room of District Four. Both Alaska and Triton were there, chatting about something. Their conversation ended when I walked into the room, however.

"Well, there's our guy." Triton noted with a pleased look in his eyes. "I must say Cascade, you look pretty dashing."

"Thanks." I replied with a confident smile.

I then looked towards my district partner. Alaska was clearly the hottest tribute amongst all of the girls and the stylists were aware of that fact. Therefore, they made her a dress to 'show-off' this fact. She was wearing a one-piece blue dress with a wave pattern on it to make it resemble the ocean. It was short and skin-tight, not trying at all to hide her legs or her above-average sized breasts. This was probably the sexiest she's ever looked since I met her and it was obvious the horny Capitol men were going to be ecstatic to waste their money to sponsor her.

If only the stylists could do something about her personality. Not like that was possible. I did not like Alaska and no one could change that. No matter how attractive the stylists try to make her, nothing is going to hide how frickin obnoxious she was to me. I knew for a fact I wasn't going to miss her when she inevitably died when the Career Pack disbands later in the Games. She probably wouldn't miss me either. We were just two people who should have probably never met.

"Well, Alaska and I were just waiting for you here. If you're ready now, then we can send the two of you off to the waiting room for the interviews. It's probably best to get you both out there a little early." Triton noted, shaking me away from my thoughts.

Both Alaska and I nodded in response. We then proceeded to follow our district escort as he led us towards the interviews.

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After an overly long period of waiting, it was time for the interviews to begin. All twenty-four tributes stood behind one-another in the waiting room by the door to the interview room, waiting for our turn in the spotlight. I stood directly behind Alaska and in front of the girl from District Five, Stephanie. None of us talked to each other as we all spent our time wondering exactly what we were going to say during our interviews.

This was probably going to be biggest challenge for me during these past few days. Getting an eight in training wasn't that difficult and perfecting my survival knowledge was actually pretty simple. Talking to a bunch of people who probably didn't give a shit about me and trying to convince them to give a shit? This was definitely going to suck big time. I preferred time alone or with a close group of friends; not talking to an audience of the entire country.

The television in the waiting room turned on, showing the image of the giant, coliseum-like interview room that the people in the districts were seeing. On stage was the interviewer: Sapphire Taric. The man walked in an obnoxiously bright blue suit and with black dress pants and his hair was highlighted in the same blue/pink/green color hybrid that it was always in.

"Gooooooood evening ladies and gentlemen of Panem! This is your host, Sapphire Taric, and welcome to the Interview Special for the Sixth Quarter Quell!" Taric exclaimed loudly to the audience. The people immediately started to shout loudly in response. "We have a special night planned for all of you: both for the fans here and for all of you watching on the television screens in your comfortable homes, so stay tuned. Now is the time where you all will get to know the tributes before they are sent off into the arena. Who are they? What are they like? What are their interests? What are their deepest, darkest secrets?" The man stopped talking as he looked into the cameras intently. He gave a very sly smirk towards it. "We'll find out everything in due time. I'll make sure of that!"

I rolled my eyes as the audience cheered. I don't care how good he is at his job, that man won't learn anything about me that I don't want to tell. Period.

Nevertheless, the interviews started. The usual order was girl-boy order from District One to District Twelve. Therefore, Kendra was the first to walk out of the waiting room and enter the interview room…

I gulped as I watched her shake hands with Taric and take her seat. Seven years ago when one of Dylan's older friends, a guy named River, volunteered for the Hunger Games, the girl from District Two brutally murdered him with an axe. His body was nothing more than chopped-up pieces of flesh and blood. Watching someone I knew die like that as an eight year-old scarred me. It was the reason I had no interest in volunteering for the Games and it was the reason why I had a slight phobia of axes and axe users in general. I did not want to have a similar fate to River…

It didn't help my nerves that Kendra appeared very capable, just like the girl from District Two that year. Kendra was dressed in a golden, two-piece dress with jeweled spikes where her shoulders were. She looked like a true warrior and killer. Of all the other careers, she was definitely the one I was most afraid to fight later in the Games. All I could hope for was that she would fuck up somehow.

Her interview was a surprise to me. Kendra, the aloof girl who seemed to speak only to put-down Ariail, was actually very friendly with Taric. She talked about her training and her excitement to enter the Hunger Games for the experience. She also spent her time joking with Taric about a few of the things he said. Kendra then started to talk about her boyfriend Matthias, who had helped her train for the Games this year. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear she was just a cheerful, pleasant girl like Victoire! However, I did know better and that this 'image' was entirely put-on.

"With the way you keep talking about Matthias, I'm surprised he isn't the person connected to you with the Quarter Quell twist." Taric noted with a light chuckle after a joke Kendra made about her boyfriend.

"He means a lot to me, but Zelena means just as much." Kendra admitted with a sigh, her face developing into a frown. "I've never been too close with my family with the exception of her. She's been there for me ever since I was adopted and I've shared many experiences with her. She's my best friend and more than a sister to me." The frown on her face then quickly turned into a confident smirk. "That's why I'm going to win. There's no way anything is going to happen to her. I'll cut down anyone with my axe who tries to stop me from getting back to her."

The bell for the interview rang at that point. Kendra and Taric hugged each other as she walked out of the room. While everyone in the audience was cheering rather loudly, I had to stifle a shiver from running down my spine. I was going to do everything I could to make sure I wasn't going to get cut down by her axe. Anything to avoid River's fate…

After Kendra left the stage, Ariail came to the stage with a similar confident look on his face. He was wearing a button-up dress shirt and pants of solid gold and silver. He looked more like a District One tribute than Kendra did. Instead of the warrior that she appeared to be, Ariail looked more like some rich snob. His interview went as I expected. He was very eager to talk about himself and his accomplishments to Taric. He wasn't interested in talking about his friends and especially not his family. He made it very clear that his interview was about nothing but him. It didn't take him to long to mention that he was going to be one leading the Career Pack.

"You're going to lead the Career Pack?" Taric questioned with a confused look in his eyes.

"Of course. I'm a natural-born leader. There was no better choice amongst the other careers." Ariail noted with a smirk on his face.

"But didn't both Victoire and Lepolio receive higher scores? Wouldn't that make them qualified leaders as well, if not more qualified?" The interview questioned.

Ariail's interview fell-apart from there as he quickly became dismissive and uncooperative. His interview ended soon after. He earned his applause but it was not as loud as the one for Kendra. He stormed off the stage and was soon replaced by Victoire, who was wearing a black top and a white skirt with a slit running down to show off her legs.

During the last training day, I got to know Victoire slightly well. Some of the things she talked about with Taric, such as the big family she came from and some of the general personality traits of her five siblings, did not surprise me. Nevertheless, it was nice to hear her interview. She was so comfortable in front of the cameras and the audience and she was very polite and respectful in her speech. When her interview, she received the loudest applause by far. I couldn't help but smile as she walked off the stage. Good job Victoire. She was by far the nicest tribute I met so far here and she definitely deserved the support she was going to get from the fans.

Lepolio walked up to take his seat. His generic white suit and dress pants didn't stand out too much on the stage. What did stand out was the fact that the suit was tight enough to show off the guy's muscles pretty well. His interview was probably the most generic one so far. Lepolio was quiet but cooperative. He occasionally made a comment or joke, but Taric spent most of the time talking. He knew he didn't have to say much during his interview and he knew it. His muscles and that score of 'eleven' did all of the talking for him. His interview ended and he received a similarly loud applause to Victoire.

The girl from District Three, Kaylee, was the next to walk forward. She was wearing a blue skin-tight suit that covered her body tightly. It had many flashing and bright lights on it. She looked like something straight out of a computer! It didn't look that impressive to me, but the Capitol audience seemed to eat it up. She definitely had the outfit that stood out the most so far.

"Kaylee, you look quite flashy. I must say, I'm impressed." Taric complimented her as she took her seat.

"Thanks, although I don't normally wear things like this, but the stylist insisted." Kaylee responded with a shrug. I could tell that was more of a complaint than anything else. She most likely agreed with me that it looked ridiculous.

"Well, your stylist and I have very similar taste in clothes. I'd recommend more clothes like that for you." Taric suggested.

"Again, thanks. I'll remember that after I come back as victor." She noted with a cocky smirk on her face.

The interview continued on that note. Kaylee was very confident as she talked about her chances and her planning. She stiffened whenever her personal life and her 'lover' was brought up and made sure to bring the topic back to her plans. Once her interview ended, she got a rather loud applause for a girl from her district. She definitely seemed more capable than most District Three tributes, I had to admit. I'd take note of her later in the arena. Her partner however…

The District Three boy, Ethan, replaced her wearing a similar blue one-piece suit designed for his body. Unlike her, though, he came across a lot more awkward and less confident. He spoke with some confusing-ass speech pattern that seemed to alienate Taric and the audience. He spent a good time trying to explain some over-complicated plan of his for the arena, but no one really understood him. He seemed to realize that and froze up instantly. By the time his interview ended, he received a very light applause that could be described as nothing more than polite. Ethan wasted no time as he bolted out of the room. It looked as if he was going to cry.

After Ethan left the stage, Alaska marched forward confidently through the door, where she was quickly greeted with loud clapping, cheering, and wolf whistles. I was now at the front of the line. It was going to be my turn to go out for my interview next.

"Alaska, I must say, you look simply amazing." Taric complimented her as she sat down in the chair.

"Well, thank you Taric. You look rather handsome yourself as well." Alaska replied with a compliment and a playful smile. "Did you do something to your hair?"

"I'm impressed you noticed! Yes, I put a special gel in it to make it shine more in the light." The interviewer admitted with a hearty chuckle.

"Well, it suits you. Good job." She told him.

Alaska's interview was the most surprising for me to watch up to this point. During every interaction with her, I had this image of her as a straight-up bitch. Here, though, she was laughing and having a good time with Taric. And I could tell that she wasn't being fake. She seemed actually like a decent person that I maybe would have liked back in District Four.

… focus Cascade. I shook my head, rejecting that idea. We were already on bad terms and it was best to stay that way. We were going into the Hunger Games with the intent of killing each other. I couldn't think of her in any way other than the 'bitch' I had imagined her to be. Anything to lessen the amount of people I'd feel guilty for killing. Victoire, so far, was the only tribute I think I would truly regret killing and I wanted that number to remain as small as possible!

As a result, I zoned out the rest of her interview. I caught a few trace words, such as 'Oanou', but I tried to not hear as much as I could. It didn't take too long before she stood up, received her applause, and started to walk out. Taric then called out my name, signaling it was my turn. I walked forward through the door, putting a cocky smirk on my face. It's showtime!

As I walked towards the chair in the interview room, I waved excitedly towards the audience. The audience cheered loudly in response. I then took my seat in my chair and shook Taric's hand.

"Cascade, how are you doing today?" He asked me in his dramatic tone-of-voice.

"Good, good. Just kinda anxious." I admitted with a light chuckle, trying to keep my nerves in check. Not a good time to get camera shy. "Tomorrow's the big day after all."

"Oh believe me, I know. We've all been looking forward to the start of the Quarter Quell, haven't we everybody?" Taric asked the audience. We were greeted with an extremely loud cheering. I blinked in surprise at just how loud the response was.

"… heh. You're all really excited. Pressure's on." I replied with a nervous chuckle. This earned a laugh from most of the audience, which helped me become more confident again. "Hope I live up to everyone's expectations, and my own expectations."

"And what are your own expectations?" Taric questioned curiously.

"To be the next Finnick Odair." I answered. The audience started cheering loudly again. I heard a few a girls profess their love for Finnick from the audience. It's been so long since his Games, both the one he won and the Third Quarter Quell, but people still loved the due. Making a connection between me and him was certainly going to earn me a couple more sponsors.

"Those are quite the high expectations indeed! Finnick was quite the fighter back when he was in the Games." Taric noted with an impressed look in his eyes.

"I can reach it. I have a few things over him after all. I'm a year older than he was when he entered the Hunger Games for the first time and I'm a little more trained than he was." I explained, making myself seem as cocky as I could. "Plus, I've already had success in fights."

"You already have success? It seems to me there's a story hidden there somewhere." The interview exclaimed excitedly.

I blinked in thought for a second, deciding if I wanted to elaborate. Eventually, I shrugged and decided to do it. Why not? It would surely make me seem more capable.

"I've gotten into many street fights and shit in District Four. It all started when I was eight and a couple of older kids jumped me when I was bringing home bread to my family. They beat me up pretty badly and stole the food I bought, so I realized I needed to get tougher so I wouldn't have to take people's shit like that again. The next time those bastards tried to take me on, I was able to take them on and give three of them broken jaws." I explained. "I still get in similar situations. People try to piss me off and fuck with me, so I knock them out. I've earned a pretty good reputation as a fighter back at home and anyone smart knows not to fuck with me."

A few people in the audience gasped at my story, both from my language and the idea that a little kid would get jumped for food. They were Capitol and rich; they would never truly understand the problems that can arise from living in the districts. A few seconds passed before they started to cheer loudly. My story definitely showed that I was a capable fighter.

"My, what a reputation to have." Taric commented with a wolf-whistle in approval. "It probably makes you very confident entering the Hunger Games."

"Of course." I answered with a nod. "I mean, most tributes each year, even the careers, have never actually been a fight before the Hunger Games where there's a good chance you could get killed. I have. I don't mean to sound too cocky, but I've actually had experience in this shit. I can definitely, and will, hold my own in a fight and win."

The audience continued to cheer loudly in response. Any of the nerves I had been feeling had finally gone away. The people were actually cheering for me! I couldn't but grin in response.

"I'm sure you will." Taric nodded in agreement.

"Don't tell my bro about that though. I never mentioned that story to him and I know he'd be pretty pissed if he knew I said nothing to him about me getting jumped as a kid. You know how protective older brothers are." I told him jokingly, which earned another laugh from the audience.

"Ah yes, your brother Dylan. He was the one who was tied to your life, right?" Taric questioned. I nodded. "How close are the two of you?"

The grin faded from my face and developed into a sadder-looking smile. "Dylan's awesome. I couldn't have asked for a better brother. He's done a lot for me, so now it's my turn to step up to the plate and do something for him. I don't give damn about anything else: I'm going to make sure I get back alive so he can stay alive."

The bell then went off, signaling the end of the interview. Taric returned my sad smile with one of his own. "And I'm sure you'll do just that. Ladies and gentlemen, Cascade Bolt!"

The Capitol audience continued to cheer for me as I stood up. I put my thoughts about Dylan to the side as I got up from my seat and did an elaborate bow, which earned more cheering and applause. I then left the room, feeling more confident than I had before. During the interview, I had tried my best to appear as capable as I could. Based on the reaction, I think I did my job and more. It was good to know that sponsorships were going to be the least of my worries in the arena, even when I separate from the Career Pack later!

Don't worry about you or me, Dylan. Nothing's going to happen to either of us. I'm going to do everything I can to win this thing.

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Alexandra Varas's POV – District 6 Female

I hated dresses. I never wore one and I certainly never owned one. They were usually the first things I would sell if I happened to steal one during my heists. Fancy clothing seemed to be an absolute waste of money to me. I could never understand why anyone would be willing to pay so much money for clothes when they could simply use something much cheaper and more comfortable to wear.

Despite my grievances, here I was in line for the interview wearing a bright, red, one-piece dress. It was slightly too tight for me, and I was skinny as it was! It felt so uncomfortable and foreign to me My fingers gripped the hems of the dress tightly and I had to prevent myself from ripping it off and storming back to my room to put on normal clothes. I couldn't wait to get back to the living quarters and toss this dress away.

I watched the girl from District Five, Stephanie, walk through the door to the interview room nervously as she straightened out the skirt on her white two-piece dress. Hopefully, her interview wouldn't be take too much time. I was sick of waiting.

Waiting in line was a miserable process. I've always been the type of person who hated wasting time, and there was nothing else to do other than kill precious, precious time. We were just supposed to stand still, look pretty, and wait for our turn in the spotlight. The whole interview process was a farce anyway. No one on in the Capitol cared about who we were or what we were interested in. All that mattered to them was a good story and a few interesting kills in the arena.

Luckily for me, though, I was able to provide both.

I turned my head to face Booker. The guy seemed as uncomfortable as I did in his black leather jacket, khaki pants, and his fedora. He probably shared a similar desire of mine: to not stand out. His discomfort turned into anger when he noticed me looking at him.

"Something you need to say to me?" He grumbled his question.

"No, nothing at all. I was just thinking about the interviews and what you may possibly say during yours. I'm just curious if you're going to try and shove your 'justice' ideals down the throats of the Capitol audience. Now is going to be the last time you have the opportunity, unless you enjoy the idea of giving monologues in the arena." I told him with a grin on my face.

Booker's face reddened in anger. "Just because you don't have a sense of morality does not mean you can insult my beliefs. Back off Ms. Varas." He hissed in response.

"Back off from what? I'm just trying to have a conversation." I answered with a shrug, my grin not fading in the slightest.

"Then our conversation ends here." Booker huffed as he crossed his arms.

I shook my head as I looked forward, away from him. I was playing with fire with some of the comments I would make to Booker, but I didn't care. I knew precisely what I was doing. It was for the betterment of our little story if kept angering him. If Booker only knew…

To the average person, it looked as if both Booker and I were at each other's throats constantly, ready to kill the other. While I was actually certain that was the case for Booker, it wasn't for me. I could hardly care less if I was the one to kill Booker or not. What I was aware of, though, was that there was a definite story for the Gamemakers to take advantage of. There was so much visible animosity between the two of us that I knew we'd pique the interest of the Capitol audience. Booker and I were a tale of 'two bitter rivals of different ideologies, squaring off against each other in a battle to the death'. It was a gripping storyline that I know that the audience would want to see a conclusion to. The gamemakers would, therefore, have to make sure this conclusion would come about. In the process, I was very certain that the gamemakers would make sure that both Booker and I would remain alive until one of us dies at the hands of the other. Although my life would be on the line from then on, I could guarantee time periods where I wouldn't have to worry about dying to arena traps, mutts, or other tributes. The gamemakers would be fools to simply let Booker or I die before our story is complete.

The Hunger Games were always seen by people as these ruthless fights to the death. That's what they were for people like me: the people that actually participated in them. To the Capitol audience, however, they were simply a reality television show. They wanted to watch a story and it was the gamemakers job to supply them their story, even if they had to rig the actual competition.

It was a depressing thought; my life (and possible death) was nothing more than entertainment to these people. Still, I was aware of this fact and I knew that it was going to help keep me alive for quite some time. Any amount of time that I could guarantee myself that I'd be alive was all I could ask for at this point.

It was ironic that Booker volunteered with the explicit purpose of killing me. If the gamemakers had any common sense, he inadvertently saved my life for the first few days at least until our confrontation. After that, my life was in the roulette whether I would win or not. Nevertheless, the very idea that he 'saved my life', even if it was just for a few days, would piss him off so much. It served him right, though. Booker was a self-righteous hypocrite and his ideas on justice and morality were fanatical at best.

I proceeded to shake my head and look towards the screen, removing my thoughts about Booker and our 'story' as I watched the ending to Stephanie's interview. The interview seemed to be going well. The girl had a natural shyness and likability that the Capitol audience seemed to be appealed to. Not that I could blame them. I had to admit, the girl from District Five was surprisingly sweet and she came across very intelligent. Her interview ended soon after and the Capitol cheered for her. Stephanie waved shyly as she then walked out of the room.

Her district partner, Icarus, walked forward now as his name was called. The wiry boy, wearing a red long-sleeve shirt with a black pants and tie, shook the hand of Taric and sat down.

"Icarus Bolt, it's nice to finally meet you." Taric greeted him with a smile. "Say, any relation to Cascade Bolt, the boy from District Four?"

"No relation. Last time I checked, my family history doesn't go back to District Four." Icarus stated with a chuckle. "It is a funny coincidence though. The District Nine boy, Jason, even has my name as his last name."

"I noticed that as well! It helps us in the audience remember all of your names though, so that's kinda helpful." The interview responded.

There was some laughter afterward, both from Icarus and the audience. Luckily they couldn't see into the waiting room, or else they would have seen my eye roll. It was actually pathetic to me. There were people watching who couldn't remember our names? We were fighting to the death for their entertainment for fuck's sake! The least they owed us was to remember our names. Whenever I watched the Hunger Games, I made it a point to remember each and every tribute's names. Someone had to remember the names of the deceased. All I could hope for was that, if I died, people would actually remember my name and who I was.

Maybe it was because Icarus was the person before me, but his interview dragged on as I watched. The boy and Taric talked pleasantly with each other as they discussed Icarus's high training score and his plans for the Games. The District Five boy was quick to avoid the topic and spent most of his time joking and sharing some facts about his father and his cousin. Of the tributes so far, Icarus seemed to be the most aware of what he was saying and the one trying to steer conversation away from arena-based topics. Smart move honestly. The less the other tributes know, the better.

After what felt like forever, Icarus's interview finally ended. The boy stood up, bowed after receiving his applause, and walked out with a smile. Now, it was my turn. Finally. Time to get this over with.

"Now, let's give a big warm applause for the District Six female, Alexandra Varas!" Taric stated my name dramatically.

I walked forward through the door, letting a cocky smile grace my lips. I waved to the cheering crowd confidently, causing them to cheer louder. This was all some show to them, so it was time for me to give them a show.

"Alexandra, it's a pleasure to meet you." Taric greeted me politely as he held out his hand for me to shake.

"The pleasure is all mine." I replied, shaking his head. My fingers crossed a large, golden ring on his left index finger. It had the largest blue diamond I had ever seen in my entire life! I could only imagine how much that would sell for. That looked at least worth three months of rent at least!

As soon as those thoughts entered my head, I mentally scolded myself. I had to suppress my kleptomaniac tendencies. Now was not the time for those thoughts.

"Alexandra, you were one of the tributes I've been looking forward to meeting the most. You and your district partner made quite the first opinion! Am I right everybody?" Taric turned his attention to the audience. They responded by cheering loudly. I could even hear a few people chanting my name and a few others cheering Booker's name.

"Well I'm glad I stood out to you all." I replied, making sure I looked as irritated as I could. "Just I wish it was in better terms. I hope no one honestly believes that bullshit Booker was spouting at the reaping ceremony!"

"Oh, so you still reject it? You're not the thief he claims you are?" Taric questioned.

"No, I'm not." I lied smoothly.

Booker's 'thief' accusation took me by surprise when he first called me out in public, but after getting to know him, it wasn't too surprising. Booker was observant and he caught into little details easily about people. Nevertheless, despite it being the trigger for our 'rivalry' storyline, I wish he kept his accusation to himself and confronted me about that in private. I was going to adamantly deny his claims every time, but I didn't want him to say something to convince anyone of authority that I was a thief. Thievery was not tolerated whatsoever and, if I was already in the Hunger Games, I was afraid they may try and punish me through my family. I risked my life each day to provide for them and I was not going to let them suffer because some oaf with a justice complex decided to out me to the public.

I had to convince the audience that Booker was nothing more than a delusional liar - that he was full of shit.

"What makes him suspect you then?" Taric asked me.

"I'm not a hundred percent certain. Something about visiting the places that have been robbed. I didn't quite follow his logic and neither did our mentors or our escort." I dismissed his claims with a scoff. "One of the places that was robbed was a butchery. It made me a 'potential suspect' because I went to the butchery to buy meat? That made everybody in the district who liked to eat meat a potential suspect too then."

"Well, based on that example, it doesn't sound like very sound logic to me." The interviewer noted.

"Because it isn't. He entered the Games to 'punish' me because of some crimes he keeps claiming I did, but he has no solid evidence. I'm innocent and he's just throwing away his life for whatever reason." I rolled my eyes in response. "He's nothing more than a nuisance and I almost want to kill him myself in the arena."

A few gasps were heard from the audience. They were then replaced with a mixture of cheering and booing. I couldn't hide the smirk that developed from their reaction. That was probably enough fanning to the rivalry. I'll leave the rest to Booker.

"Well, I think we're very familiar with how you feel about Booker now." Taric noted with a hearty laugh. "Well, how about you tell us about yourself now? What does Alexandra, the 'not-thief', like?"

I actually laughed at that nickname.

"I'm nothing too special. Just another girl working in the factories trying to survive in District Six. I got a slightly big family, so every one of us has to do our part to survive." I answered with a shrug.

"Does family mean a lot to you?" He asked.

"Of course!" I nodded immediately, a small smile developing on my face. "My family is everything to me. My sister, Anna, is the sweetest and most polite person I've ever met. Frederick, my brother, acts like an idiot at times, but he's very charming, hard-working, and a great person to be with. My father is the funniest man in Panem, without a doubt. And my mother is the best woman in all of Panem, willing to sacrifice everything for her family."

"You're close to your mother in particular, aren't you?" Taric noted slyly. No doubt he brought her up because of the Quarter Quell twist. Fuck that shit, by the way.

"Of course I am. We always have been." I replied. I proceeded to laugh lightly as I thought about what my mother was thinking. "She's probably more worried about me than anything else, despite the Quarter Quell twist. Knowing her, I bet she thinks that the twist is just going to add more pressure on me and get myself killed."

"Well, she's watching right now. Do you have anything to say to maybe help her calm down?" He asked.

I said nothing for a few seconds. After a moment of thought, I looked towards the camera and smiled: not a cocky smirk or grin to make myself look tougher, but a sincere smile. Maybe there was something I could say to calm my anxiety-driven mother down a little bit…

"You know me Mom. I'll be fine." I spoke, hoping she would listen. The bell that signaled the end of the interview rang, but I continued to speak. "Don't worry about me. I'll be home soon."

"Mrs. Varas, your daughter has spoken. I hope you listen to her. I know I certainly did!" Taric laughed loudly as he pointed his fingers towards me. "Alexandra Varas, ladies and gentlemen."

The Capitol audience cheered loudly as I stood up and waved to them. The cheering had grown exponentially louder than it had been earlier. They most likely enjoyed seeing be 'emotional' on camera for them. I'm sure a few of them were touched. But not touched enough to boycott the Hunger Games and find some way to cancel this bullshit…

After I left the room, I shook those thoughts away. I was very anti-society and anti-government, but I couldn't let that take over my thoughts. If the Capitol had any reason to suspect that, I'd surely be dead. For now, I needed to focus on one thing: my survival. Tomorrow was going to be a hectic day. I felt like I had made enough preparations, both by fanning the rivalry with Booker and by getting pretty good with a bow-and-arrow, to stand a very good chance at getting out of the Hunger Games alive. That was all that should matter now. I had a family to get back to and a mother to keep alive.

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Xander Lugar's POV – District 8 Male

Just great.

I couldn't help but shake my head as Alexandra, the girl from District Six, walked off the stage to the screaming applause. She had a very good interview and made a strong name for herself. Her district partner, who was now walking through the doors to begin his interview, was guaranteed to do the same. Really, all the tributes, with the exception of Ethan and maybe Stephanie, had pretty solid interviews so far. The bar was being set high already even by the non-career tributes and I was going to have to measure up to them somehow.

That was going to be nearly impossible to do. At first glance, I'm just a thirteen year old with a score of 'four' compared to all these amazing career and non-career tributes. I'm not going to stand out on paper, even if I can talk about my skills with traps. They think I'm going to die in the bloodbath. And even if I get out, they think I'll die early and, therefore, they won't want to 'waste their money' on me.

This is such crap. It's seriously pissing me off!

I tightened my fists together into a ball as I stared a hole into the ground. I really wished I was alone right now. I wanted to be able to punch something or throw anything against a wall. There was nothing I could do in the room with the other tributes. All I could do was keep my anger bottled up and let it grow within me…

"Hey, are you okay?"

I looked up and faced Raven. She was looking at me with a concerned look in her eyes. That was something I really respected about her. She was a very kind, polite girl who seemed to care about everyone else around her.

"I'm fine…" I mumbled in reply, my fists tightening further. "Just thinking to myself."

"What are you thinking about? It doesn't seem to be anything 'fine'." She repeated my word-choice with a frown on her face.

"Just about a couple of things. Like how none of this interview thing matters. All I'm going to do is get a few pity claps from the 'sympathetic' people in the audience, have a horrible night sleep afterwards, and then die in the bloodbath. Probably at the hands of the guy from District One or maybe that psycho from District Ten." I answered honestly.

"You don't know if it's going to be that bad or not." Raven shook her head in disagreement. "The interview may go well and that could be a sign for the Games for you. You can't say it's going to be that bad and that you're going to die in the bloodbath right now!"

I scoffed loudly at that. This wasn't the first time we had a conversation like this and there was no way the two of us would reach an agreement about this. Raven was a very optimistic, bright girl. I, on the other hand, viewed myself as a withdrawn realist. We saw things in two different shades of colors. I didn't like seeing the word in a negative light, but whenever something dark was happening, I wasn't going to do what she does and try to sugarcoat it. I was going to see it the way it really was.

Besides, it made sense that she thought tonight would go well. Raven looked very, very cute in her dress. It was a tasteful white dress with a floral pattern that went down to the edge of the skirt. Her blonde hair, usually in a ponytail, was let down and was completely straight. To a boy like me, she was stunning. I, on the other hand, was wearing a crappy, generic black suit, pants, and tie that didn't even fit me right! The stylist didn't properly measure me and I was forced to wear too tight clothes.

Raven opened her mouth to respond, but she was halted as the sound of applause from the television screen could be heard. We turned our heads. Booker was standing up from his chair. He shook Taric's hand before he turned to face the crowd and gave them a very formal bow. They responded by cheering even louder. I didn't pay any attention to his interview, but I could tell it went over pretty well. The audience was cheering as loudly as they did for his district partner after all!

Winnie, the girl from District Seven, walked through the doors to begin her interview. Once she left, Raven turned her attention back to me.

"Xander, it's the Hunger Games. There are so many variables that we can't predict. Period. Even if you have to doubt yourself, don't give up hope just yet. Something may happen." She told me.

All lies to help me feel better. Nevertheless, I realized I was probably being rude to her. She was just trying to help me feel better and I was acting kinda awful to her. My bad mood wasn't her fault after all.

"I'll try to think that way." I answered with a sigh. I really wish I could. "Thanks Raven."

"Don't thank me! Just trying to help. We're district partners. We have to look after each other." She replied playfully smile as she nudged me with her elbow.

I blushed at the contact. Raven had a knack for getting under my skin, no matter how bad my mood may be at the time. It was actually kinda weird to me. I usually liked being around older kids as opposed to people my age. Raven was my age, but it didn't feel like she was. She was mature but also very fun to talk to. She reminded me of Amaya and the other people her age. That was what probably attracted me the most to Raven…

I immediately shook my head, trying to get the blush off my face. Yeah, I kinda developed a little crush on Raven. Who could really blame me? She's a really cute girl and she's one of the sweetest people I've ever met! But a crush was all our relationship was going to be. The Hunger Games is not an environment for romance. Every few years, you see two tributes fall in love with each other and then, after a brief period of happiness, they get tragically split apart as one of them dies. That's the rules of the Hunger Games. There will never be another Katniss and Peeta from the seventy-fourth Hunger Games and anyone thinking that 'true love' will keep both of them alive was being horribly naïve.

That's why I was glad I was not officially allied with Raven. We weren't going to work together in the arena. If, and that's a big if because she probably would never share my feelings, we did become closer like that in the arena, it would only hurt even worse in the arena when one of us has to die. I'd rather my relationship with her be nothing more than a silly little crush right now.

In an attempt to get my mind off of the future, I turned my attention towards the television screen. Winnie was just about done with her interview. The interview looked like it was going pretty well. The little girl made herself out to be so cute and innocent, which wasn't that hard considering the little green dress she was wearing made her like a Capitolian doll. She talked a lot about her twin brother and how he was waiting for her home. The audience seemed to be sympathizing with her a lot, but I noticed that a few of them actually seemed interested in the girl. Winnie was very careful with how she worded her interview and she definitely was dropping hints that there was more to her than meets the eye. Based on the applause that she received after her interview ended, I think she was able to make them think that too.

If she can make them have faith in her, maybe I can too.

Once Winnie left the stage, her district partner came up. Raegae, looking oddly nice in a green button-up shirt and brown pants, walked up with a large grin on his face. He quickly started cracking jokes with Taric and earned a lot of laughter from the audience. It was odd; he actually seemed slightly charming as he made everyone, even me, laugh.

"So Raegae, what do you miss the most about District Seven?" Taric questioned with a grin after Raegae told a story about a prank he did a few years ago. "Your little brother maybe?"

"Yeah, I miss Sycamore. A ton. But I don't really talk with my family much, so I guess I can't really miss him too much." Raegae noted with a shrug. "If I had to be honest, I guess miss the women of District Seven the most."

"A ladies man, are you?" The interviewer commented slyly. "Are the women in the Capitol not in your taste?"

"Nah, don't get me wrong; the Capitol women are really hot. It's just I haven't had sex in all my time here." He grumbled in response. "All I want is a good, mind-numbingly awesome fuck, but no one's interested. All the girls I've met here are bitches."

So much for being charming…

"He's awful." I rolled my eyes at that answer.

"You have no idea." Raven replied with a slight shiver. "The way he looked at some of the older girls during the training hall was just disturbing. I don't think he has any respect for women. He's just… creepy."

After his response, Raegae's interview fell apart. Both Taric and the audience stopped laughing at his jokes. By the time his interview ended, he received a few boos mixed in with the polite clapping. Raegae seemed pretty pissed as he walked away, refusing to shake Taric's hand. Looking at his reaction, he probably didn't realize he said anything offensive.

"Well, it's my turn now…" Raven mumbled with a sigh. "Wish me luck."

"You'll do fine." I responded with a light chuckle. "Good luck though."

She gave me a quick smile as Taric called out her name. She then walked forward through the doors.

"Mr. Taric, it is a pleasure to meet you." Raven greeted Taric before he said anything with a curtsey.

"The pleasure is all mine, Ms. Raven Bell." Taric replied with a chuckle as Raven took her seat. "How are you feeling? Excited to be here?"

"Oh, of course, but also kinda nervous. This is the first time I've had so many cameras on me. I hope I don't embarrass myself or something. I want to be Raven Bell, the District Eight female and not Raven Bell, the laughingstock of Panem." Raven answered with a giggle.

Her joke earned a light-hearted laugh from the audience and Taric.

"I'm sure you won't have to worry about that. You seem too much like a polite, lovely young woman to joke about like that." He told her charmingly.

Raven's interview went over really well. She was a natural talker and made many jokes and quips that got the Capitol audience laughing. They fell in love with her, her sense of humor, and her overall demeanor. She was just like a beacon of positive energy up there. How could anyone not like someone so polite, funny, and mature? Her interview flew by and she received an extremely loud applause for someone our age. She blushed a little at how much of a response she received, but she was mostly grinning the entire time. She made her way off the stage gracefully, very pleased with how it went.

… Now I have to top that.

"And now, let's give the District Eight male a round of applause. Everyone, here is Xander Lugar!" Taric introduced my name.

With a gulp, I walked forward through the door to the interview room. After looking at the people one time, I froze in place. The room was filled with so many people, all of whom were staring at me. There were so many people…

"Uh, Xander?"

Immediately, my head turned towards Taric. The interview was standing up from his chair and was looking at me in confusion.

"S-Sorry." I stuttered in response, trying to hide a blush of embarrassment as I quickly walked over to my chair. We both then took our seats. "I've just never seen so many people in one place before. I'm not used to being around so many people."

"I understand. This must be uncomfortable for an introvert such as yourself." Taric laughed in response. I felt my cheeks redden further in embarrassment and my eyes narrow in anger. I didn't enjoy being mocked like that. "How are you feeling though?"

"I'm okay." I answered with a nervous laugh. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm not nervous enough that I'd throw up again."

That earned a few laughs from the audience. The 'vomit' scene probably made me look pathetic, but maybe acknowledging like that would make people see me as funny.

"I hope you aren't! I'd have to clean it up if you did." Taric exclaimed.

"Oh, if that's the case..." I immediately held my head over the edge of the chair and made gagging noises as if I was about to throw up again.

This earned even further laughter from the audience. Even Taric laughed. I sat back down in my seat properly, a smile on my face. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be as bad as I thought.

"My, we got a few jokers this year. I'm glad. I could always use an extra laugh or two!" The interview told me with a smile. "Anyway, how about you tell us a little about yourself?"

"I don't have much to say; I just work at one of the textile factories. Before I was reaped, I actually got a new job working at a company that works on dyes." I told him.

"Do you like it?" He asked me.

"Nah, but it paid well. That's all that matters I guess." I sighed in response.

"Well, where would you rather work if you could do what you want?" Taric continued to question.

"Maybe in carpentry or something? Or my own workshop? I don't know. Just some place I could build things." I replied. I started to poke my index fingers together. "I, um, like to build and design things. My grandfather always told me I could make anything if I really tried. I've only done small things, like a few figurines and stuff, but I hope to one day build a nice house for my family."

"That's an admirable goal. And who knows, maybe you'll be able to one day." Taric smiled in response. "What's your family like? We'd love to know more about them, especially your older sister!"

"I live with Amaya and my grandfather. Both Amaya and I moved in with him when our parents died in a house fire." I told him, a sad frown developing on my face.

The atmosphere in the room died down slightly. I could feel the pitying looks that a few members of the audience were giving me.

"I'm sorry to hear about that." Taric responded, his smile disappearing. He was giving me a similar look that the audience gave me.

Immediately, a dark thought entered my head. It actually caused me to start crying. Oh God…

"D-Don't be sorry." I replied between my sobs. "Amaya and I… w-we're close. We, and our grandfather, are all we have left in the world. And m-my grandfather is getting up in age and he can't do as many things as he used to. He's not doing good and he needs someone to look after him…" I stopped talking to rub away the tears. However, I couldn't stop my crying. "It's why… I… I need to win. If I don't… th-then both Amaya and I will be dead. He won't be able to take care of himself alone. He would p-probably…"

I couldn't continue; I just continued to sob louder. The audience's 'pitying' looks seemed to increase further. I swear I could fear a few other people sobbing with me in the audience.

A few seconds of silence passed before I continued to speak again. "I-I don't want Amaya to die. I don't want my grandfather to die. That's why… I need to win. At all costs."

"You have the motivation. You can do it." Taric replied, trying to smile lightly in response.

The bell rang soon after, signaling the end of my interview. Taric reintroduced me to the audience and I received a loud applause. I could still hear a few 'sniffing' and 'sobbing' noises from the audience. I tried to wave in farewell, but I simply couldn't. I left the room as quickly as I could and brought my hands back up to my face. I continued to cry, but not for the reason everyone thought I was crying.

I felt absolutely dirty and sick with myself. My fear about my grandfather's life was something I had no intention of talking about with anyone at all. However, after seeing how the audience react to the news of my dead parents, I couldn't help but mention it. The Capitol audience was predictable; I knew it would make me sympathetic to them. If I made it past the bloodbath, there would definitely be a few people who would sponsor me to try to help me get back home to my family to keep my sister and grandfather alive.

I had just used my family: my deceased parents, my sister, and my grandfather. I used them to get pity in an attempt to get sponsors. It felt so dirty… so disgusting. I couldn't believe such a thought could come to my head.

Whatever it took to win, I guess…

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Maddison Holland's POV – District 10 Female

Back in District Ten, I always hated watching the interview sessions. It was painful to learn so much about other kids who were just going to die at the end of the Games. Actually being here, waiting for my own interview, was much worse. Now, I got to be up-close and personal as I heard about the lives and stories of the twenty-three other tributes that were going to have to die so I could return to my family. This was simply fucked up.

I looked downward as Xander, the boy from District Eight, walked away from the interview room. It seemed like every year, there were a few tributes with a sob story. Xander's story of his family was very painful to listen to. Whoever killed him would be responsible for the death of his older sister and his grandfather and would effectively kill off his entire family. It was already bad enough knowing that he was just thirteen years old, but I doubt I could feel comfortable with myself if I was the one to kill him. Luckily, he looked like the type to die early. I'd gladly pass on the burden of killing him to someone else.

It made me feel slightly selfish to hope he died early, but was I simply supposed to roll over and let him win? Or any of the other tributes with a sad life? Hell no! I wasn't ready to die yet. Furthermore, I also had a life on my shoulders as well: Dustin's. Even if I was going to feel bad about doing it, I was going to have to kill to win. The last thing I wanted was to have my little brother die with me when I was easily capable of saving his life.

"Heh. Hehehehehe."

A shiver went down my spine as I looked behind me. Logan was standing right behind me in line, laughing maniacally. He looked absolutely insane, despite the fancy white suit, pants, and red bowtie he was wearing. The stylist tried to make him look civilized, but he strangely looked more deranged in his fancy clothes somehow.

"I'll consider going after him myself if he makes it past the bloodbath." He mumbled to himself more than anyone else. "Kill the boy from District Eight and I technically get two additional kills. That's rather tempting."

A scowl developed on my face as I faced the boy.

"You're a digustin' ass, y'know that?" I told him sharply.

"Like I care what you think. I wasn't even talking to you." Logan hissed quietly. "Again, watch who you talk to Maddison. Your mouth won't help you escape death."

The same shiver sensation returned, but I ignored it and opted to glare at Logan.

"I'll watch meh mouth when ya start listenin' to your own advice." I retorted with an eye roll. Logan glared in response, but gave no verbal reply.

Sure, Logan was an absolute creep, but after the train ride and seeing how he treated Julian, I was over his crap. Normally, I kept my problems with someone to myself. My parents raised me right and I was taught how to politely deal with people I didn't like. Their lessons were impossible to follow when dealing with this… shit stain of a human being. He said and acted in a way that no man should.

I knew I would probably have to fight Logan in the arena at some point, maybe early if he really did want to hunt me down, but I didn't really care. As intimidating as he was, I knew he wouldn't be as threatening in the arena as he liked to make himself seem like. He talked a lot of shit, but he clearly underestimated me. For some reason, he saw me underneath him. By the time we fought, he would realize how much of a mistake that was. He may have scored an eleven, but scores never meant much in practice in the arena. Most people with similar high scores never win. He was not going to win and he was the one tribute I already knew I would feel no remorse in killing.

"Wow, Demetriana, you look amazing! You look like some kinda of goddess!"

My thoughts of Logan disappeared as I faced the television screen in the room. The girl from District Nine, Demetriana, was already in her seat in the interview room. She was wearing a white skater dress. Her legs were crossed, showing off brown gladiator shoes and there was a visible halo-like headband made to look like grain on her head.

"That's what the stylist and I were hoping for." Demetriana giggled lightly. "It's based on the goddess Demeter, who is what I'm named after."

"Demeter? That's some ancient religious history for everyone in the audience to look up after the night is done." Taric commented in response. He earned a laugh from the audience.

I didn't know what 'Demeter' was supposed to symbolize, but Demetriana did look something like a goddess. She seemed very comfortable in her dress. Unlike me.

Instinctively, my hands started to rub the fabric of my long white dress. Black dots were scattered all across the dress. It was supposed to be some cute attempt by my stylist to resemble a cow to tie in the connection to District Ten, but then why couldn't I just be allowed to wear the rancher outfit from the tribute parade? I felt so much more comfortable in and definitely represented what District Ten actually stood for! However, I was stuck in this dress, and as a self-proclaimed tomboy who couldn't remember the last time I wore anything 'girly' like a dress, I felt simply uncomfortable.

I was just grateful I wouldn't have to wear one of these things in the arena. Disregarding my own personal discomfort, dresses simply weren't practical. When I go into the arena, I wanted to wear something that would be easy to move around in and wouldn't trip me up.

Demetriana, who seemingly went by 'Demi', had a decent interview. She was very polite, cooperative, and had a self-deprecating style of humor whenever Taric brought up her chances in the arena that made her seem modest and likable. Then again, her self-deprecation came across as more factual than joking at times. Maybe the Capitolian audience wouldn't see through her act, but she came across to me as slightly depressed during the whole interview. The wide smile she had on her face the entire time was fake. Once her interview ended and she was walking away, for the briefest of seconds, her smile dropped. Her face looked desperate and she quickly left the room, for whatever reason.

… Hopefully she's okay. Tonight was going to be our last night before we entered the arena. She deserved a good last night before the chaos of tomorrow. We all were owed that at least.

Once she left, Jason, her district partner, walked forward through the doors. I was now the person at the front of the line. I cracked my knuckles immediately in preparation. I was pumped to get the interview out of the way!

Jason's interview, in one word, was awkward. He looked absolutely miserable up there, wearing his tight brown jacket and black pants. The guy was very hesitant and uneasy whenever he responded to Taric's questions. He didn't seem to enjoy talking about himself or his chances in the arena. To be completely honest, he looked more uneasy than Xander did when he was up on the stage! It was strange to think that he was actually a volunteer for this thing…

As if reading my mind, Taric brought the topic up.

"So, Jason, we all remember you volunteering for that little boy. Now, I don't pretend to know your relation with him or your reasons, but I have to ask you: do you regret it? After all, you didn't know about the Quarter Quell twist this year." Taric questioned softly.

For a brief moment, Jason said nothing. He closed his eyes and started fidgeting with his fingers. A few seconds passed before he finally opened his eyes and looked forward with a defeated look in his eyes.

"I'll never regret volunteering. The boy was going to die here in the arena, and his mother or father would have died with him. How can I honestly say I regret it after that?" He answered with a sigh. "It hurts a lot that I got Lacy involved in this, though. She's been my best friend and she's been there for me my entire life. She even made me this." He pulled down his shirt collar slightly, revealing a brown, handmade necklace. That must have been his district token. "I… she means everything to me. And I'm going to do anything for her to make sure she's okay."

"… Are you prepared to kill, though?" Taric prodded.

Tears started to develop in Jason's eyes. He said nothing. However, there was a look of pure determination in his tear-filled eyes. They spoke what he was unable to say; he really was ready to do anything to keep his friend alive.

His interview ended a few seconds later. He and Taric had an uneasy handshake before he walked off the stage, wiping away his tears.

"And now, it is time for the lovely District Ten. Let's give a big welcome for their female tribute, Maddison Holland!" He stated my name.

Now's the time for my entrance!

I pushed open the doors and walked into the interview room. Taric held out his hand for me to shake, but I instead pulled him into a hug. The interview blinked in response before he returned my hug good-naturedly. We parted a second after and took our seats.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Maddison! That was a first for me. Most people just like to shake my hand." Taric noted with a laugh.

"Well, that's how meh Dad taught me how ta properly greet somebody. A handshake is jus' so impersonal." I answered with a similar laugh.

The audience cheered, approving of my gesture. Taric shook his head, unable to hide his smile.

"I wish more people thought like you and your father. You set the bar high for these last five tributes already Maddison. I'll be thoroughly disappointed if I don't get at least one hug!" He joked.

"Meh apologies then." I smirked in response.

"No need for you to apologize!" Taric claimed immediately. "Anyway, let's talk about you Maddison."

I shrugged in response. "There ain't much to talk about. I don't do much other than tend to the cattle."

"Ah! I knew you were a cattle worker!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I've seen a few tributes wear rancher costumes from your district, but none have ever looked as comfortable in one as you did during the parade."

"Well, what can I say? I love meh job!" I answered honestly, my smirk turning into a more natural smile. "I've been workin' on the family ranch for ten years and I can't imagine any other life bein' right for me, y'know what I'm saying?"

"I understand completely. We all have our calling. I couldn't imagine doing anything other than interviewing you lovely tributes each year!" Taric noted with a proud smile.

The audience cheered in response. I simply kept smiling in response, but I said nothing. I had to hold back the urge to tell Taric that his 'calling' was interviewing twenty-three kids with death sentences each year and giving them false hopes that they would make it out of the arena alive.

"Well, Maddison, as a cattle worker, do you think you have any experiences from the job that'll help you out in the actual arena?" He asked me.

My eyes closed for a second as I processed my answer. I had to be careful how I answered this to make sure I didn't come across too threatening to the other tributes, particularly the Career Pack. At the same time, I wanted as many sponsors as I could get. I needed to find a balance…

"… Well of course." I shrugged in response. "I'm used to wakin' up early and following a hardworkin' routine each and ev'ry day. I also would like to think I'm pretty damn good with a rope. I'd say working on the ranch definitely gives me a li'l bit of experience that'll really help me during the Games."

"A rope, huh? I don't remember ever seeing a tribute use simply a rope as a weapon. I'm curious to see what you can do with it." Taric commented.

I can disarm someone with it. I can trap someone with it. I can strangle someone with it. I can hang someone and leave them to rot with it. There were a couple of things I could theoretically do with a rope – some of which were actually relatively disturbing that I probably would never do. Nevertheless, it was a tool I was very familiar with how to use and it would be an extremely effective weapon in my hands.

"You'll see in time. So will the other tributes." I told him, cracking my knuckles.

I got a few cheers from the audience, who were excited to see me seemingly read to enter the Games. Taric grinned as he asked me his next question: "So, you're ready for the arena right now, aren't you?"

"Damn straight! I've been preppin' myself these past few days and I really think I'm gonna kick some ass in there." I answered, trying to come across as confident and cocky as I could. "I'm a competitive girl and I ain't gonna let some punks from the other districts take me down."

"I'm certain that no 'punk' will be able to win a fight with you." Taric laughed in response. "Anyway, let's change topics for the last few seconds. I'd like to ask you a little about your family, in particular your little brother."

"My whole family works on the ranch together. I can't 'member the last time we were ever part for no more than a day or two. It's hell bein' away from everybody for so long." I answered with a sigh. With the exception of Dustin to motivate me to train harder, I really didn't like to think of my family too much. It was hell being away from them and it hurt a lot to think that I could maybe not see them ever again…

"How close are you with your little brother?" He asked.

"Very. Meh Dad asked me to show him the ropes to the ranch when he started workin' at six and we've been close ever since." I said with a light smile as I thought about him. "The cattle don't like him much, but he really tries to take care of them despite that. He's a good kid without an evil bone in his body and he's gonna become an amazin' guy when he grows up." My eyes narrowed slightly at Taric. "I was already determin'd to win the Games when I was reaped, but when I heard the damn Quarter Quell twist, my determination doubled. The Games are gonna be more personal. I don't give a damn what I have ta do, I'm gonna come back alive for Dustin. There ain't a single thing that's gonna stop me!"

The interview bell rang, ending the interview. Taric stood up from his seat.

"Well, I think we all can see how much your brother means to you. We wish you the best of luck – for both of your sakes." He told me before he turned his attention to the audience. "Maddison Holland, everybody!"

I waved proudly and confidently, accepting the large applause. I then walked off the stage, ready head back and get ready for the next day.

One of the things I hated when watching the Hunger Games back was seeing the tributes that were just so damn cocky in their interviews. Now, I realized exactly why they came across that way. This was the last shot for sponsors and you needed to be cocky to come across as capable to the audience. After that performance, I felt comfortable that I earned enough sponsors to be fine in the arena in that regard.

I was not stupid. Sponsorships weren't going to guarantee I was going to live. Whether I survive or not was going to be based on my own skills. However, I was a stubborn, determined girl who wanted to keep my little brother alive. The other tributes better be ready for the fight of their lives, because I was willing to do things that would damn me to hell to come back to District Ten alive just to make sure Dustin stayed alive.

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Emery Aspen's POV – District 12 Female

For once, it would be cool if District Twelve could go first. I realized that, overall, District Twelve was the least favorite district of the Capitol, but shouldn't that mean that us Twelve tributes should be the first two so the audience could just 'get us over with' before they moved on to the interviews of their precious favorite districts? That would be a win for them and a win for me, as I could get just back to the living quarters and actually try and get some sleep for tomorrow?

At least tonight was almost over. The creepy District Ten guy, Logan, was making his way through the doors to the interview room. All that was left was him and the District Eleven tributes, then it would be my turn. I could finally get this shit out of the way soon.

With that in mind, I adjusted my glasses and paid attention to the television screen and watched Logan's interview in hopes to kill the last bit of time. Completely unsurprisingly, he bombed his interview. He really seemed like a guy who could not function socially. He glared in response to Taric's questions and seemed to only give one-word answers to most of them in his quiet, angry tone-of-voice. The camera operators would occasionally cut to the reactions of the audience and most of them seemed annoyed at best and disturbed at worst by Logan's interview. Despite that 'eleven' score, I highly doubted he was going to get a single sponsor after tonight.

"So, Logan, let's talk a little bit about the arena." Taric questioned with a nervous chuckle as he tried to find some topic that Logan would talk about. "Do you have any plans?"

"I plan to kill." He answered plainly, still glaring at Taric.

"Good to hear…" The interviewer, again, chuckled nervously in response. "So, I take it we can expect to see you taking down a tribute or two in the bloodbath."

"No." Logan replied immediately. A grin developed on his face: one that caused me to cringe. "Why would I rush in and kill right away when I can take my time during the entire arena? The bloodbath is too fast-paced… too quick… too impersonal. I want to have fun with all of my kills. I want them to last a while. I want to see my prey suffer, and I can't do that to my standards during the bloodbath."

The fuck?

Logan's interview ended shortly after. He received very little applause, as most of the audience seemed disgusted with the guy. Rightfully so! I knew there was something messed up the boy when I saw him smile after hearing the Quarter Quell twist and he's done nothing these past few days but justify my feelings about him. There was no other tribute here who deserved to die more than him.

"So yeah… that guy's a thing. He's someone to avoid at all costs in the arena." Yaro mumbled in response.

I turned around to face my district partner. Unlike other the tributes who were dressed exceedingly well, Yaro was wearing a plain black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black sandals. His stylist made some weird comment that he looked better naturally than in fancy clothes, so she handed him the simplest of clothes she could find. It was a weird decision that I didn't know how it would be appreciated by the audience. Even my stylist had me wear a long, black dress.

Then again, Yaro was from the seam and his family was dirt poor. Seeing him in fancy clothes felt wrong and they probably felt wrong for him too. It was probably a lot more natural for everyone to see the guy in more casual clothes.

"Yeah, we should avoid him at all costs, but that shouldn't be too hard. If the careers have any brains this year, Psycho will be their first target and he will die in the bloodbath." I answered dismissively.

"'Psycho?' So that's his nickname?" Yaro questioned as he gave me an amused look.

"It's fitting, and don't you dare deny it." I rolled my eyes in response. Yaro gave me shit every now and then about my habit of nicknaming people. Then again, I gave him shit for all the jokes he said. I guess it could be considered 'revenge' on his part.

"I'm not judging. It's the most accurate nickname for the guy." He replied with a laugh. He was always laughing. That's why he was 'Joker' to me.

The two of us stopped talking as the girl from District Eleven, Florina, walked through the interview doors to begin her interview. She seemed overly bright and happy, which was accentuated by her bright yellow dress. Her dress was clearly designed to represent the sun for whatever reason. Just like Maddison, she greeted Taric with a hug. The interviewer smiled brightly as he returned her hug.

"Florina, I must thank you for the hug. Now I won't be disappointed for the rest of the night now that I got another hug!" Taric laughed loudly as they separated from their hug.

"Well, I didn't want you to be disappointed!" She giggled in response as they took their seats.

"Hmm… I'll give Taric another hug during my interview." Yaro told me.

"I won't." I replied with an eye roll. Taric was an overdramatic freak in my mind that I've always disliked even before I came out here. He pretended like he cared about the tributes during the interviews, but I could tell he didn't give a shit about any of us. I'd like to avoid any physical interaction with him as much as I could.

Florina's interview went over well with the audience. She and Taric hit it off well and they spent a lot of talking rapid-fire about a bunch of different shit. I couldn't even register everything she was saying with him. I did catch her mention that she was the daughter of one of the victors and that this victor-father of hers was actually the person tied to her for the Quarter Quell twist. She had a lot of things she wanted to say about him and her moth back in District Eleven. By the time her interview ended, everyone gave her a loud applause. She had talked so much with Taric than any of the other and, because of that, everyone in the audience thought that they knew her better than the other tributes so far.

Once her interview was over, Florina walked out of the room and was replaced with her district partner, Bane. The guy was literally the polar opposite of Florina in every way. In terms of clothes, he wore all black clothes with the exception of a blue bowtie over his tuxedo in comparison to Florina's bright 'sun-like' dress. Unlike Florina's positive demeanor, Bane walked quietly and looked as if he was trying to disappear. He barely acknowledged Taric as he took his seat for the interview.

His interview was rather boring and generic. Bane made no attempts to talk much with the exception of a few quiet comments. He seemed overly pessimistic about the experience and how he thinks the arena will go for him.

"Hmm…" Yaro mumbled as he studied the television screen intently.

"Have something to say Joker?" I asked him.

"Not really, just thinking…" He replied. "I think he's hiding something."

"… Like what?" I gave Yaro a confused look.

"Just watch and listen to him." He told me, pointing towards the television screen.

I nodded and started to pay more attention to Bane's interview.

"So, what are your plans for the arena Bane? If you're that worried about your chances, then you probably have something planned to maybe help you get out." Taric questioned as he looked at Bane with pitying eyes.

"I… well… I don't know. J-Just run away from the bloodbath for now…" Bane answered softly as he poked his index fingers together and looked downward. "All I can really do is hope something h-happens to the others. I need a miracle, but who am I kidding? I'm going to die and I'm going to get my father killed with me…"

Taric immediately responded by questioning Bane further about his pessimism and his relationship with his father. I turned my attention back to Yaro and gave him another look.

"Well, what exactly is he hiding?" I asked him again.

"I'm not sure, but he's hiding something. I just think he's so careful with his words for someone who is supposed to be scared and depressed. He gets Taric off-topic from certain questions and always brings it back to his likelihood of dying. The way he talks seems so fake to me…" Yaro answered thoughtfully.

"So you think he's hiding his 'skills' or something?" I questioned.

The 'Joker' shrugged in response. "Well that's the only thing he could be hiding. I saw him back at the knife training stand and he was pretty bad, but now I'm starting to wonder if he's really as bad as he looked."

"… We'll talk with Business before we enter the arena about him." I mumbled back. If Bane really was more threatening than he appeared, then we would need to exercise caution around him. Maybe try and get him out of the way early or something.

Bane's interview didn't last much longer. Once the bell rang, he quickly stood up and bolted from the room before Taric or the audience could really react. A few seconds passed before Taric turned to face the cameras.

"And last, but not least, it is time to introduce the District Twelve tributes! First up, we have Emery Aspen!" He exclaimed excitedly.

I rolled my eyes as I started to walk forward towards the door.

"Break a leg up there Emery. Strictly metaphorically though; don't actually break your leg now. That would be kinda bad for us in the arena." Yaro called out to me.

I shook my head, but gave him a thumbs up gesture in response. I then entered the interview room and walked toward my chair. I mostly ignored the audience cheering and simply sat down.

"Emery, it's nice to meet you. How are you doing?" Taric immediately started his questions.

"Tired. I'm ready to go to sleep." I deadpanned. I could hear a few chuckles from the audience.

"Long day today?" He looked at me understandingly.

"You have no idea. There were so many preparations today that needed to be done for this interview." I replied with a yawn. "I'm going to try and go to sleep as soon as I can. I need to be awake and alert before the Games tomorrow."

"Well, I hope you can get your sleep!" Taric laughed in response. "Now, tell me a little bit about yourself? What's life like in District Twelve for you?"

I tightened my fist and resisted the urge to punch the guy. I hated how he tried to pull out personal information out of all us even though he gave a rat's ass about our lives: he was just doing his job and trying to entertain the Capitol. We didn't mean a damn thing to him. I hated just how phony he was. However, I knew it would be stupid to take out my anger with him now on camera. Unlike someone like Psycho, I knew the importance of sponsorships. Therefore, I needed to be as polite and friendly as possible… unfortunately. It would be fun to sucker punch Taric in the face though probably…

"My parents are merchants and run a clothing store in District Twelve. We live in a pretty nice house right above the store." I answered with a shrug.

"The daughter of merchants, are you? Quite rare to see someone like you in the arena from your district." Taric commented.

"Yeah, I'm not some little kid from the seam that gets reaped most years. I actually stand a chance to win this year." I told him with a confident smirk. My confidence was appreciated by the audience, who stared to cheer.

"I'm sure we'd all be excited to see that. There haven't been many District Twelve winners in a while." Taric noted with a laugh. "What are you planning to do in the arena then? Any strategies ready to get out alive?"

"Why spoil the surprise? You'll see." I crossed my arms, dismissing his question. "All I say is that I promise that you all will get a good show from me. I'll definitely be kicking some ass!"

"Well, we're going to wait impatiently to see!" He replied, laughing even louder. "Well, since you are confident that you'll be the victor, what do you have planned after the Hunger Games? Are you going to take over your parents' shop maybe?"

"Hmm? No. I love my parents and I respect what they do, but it's not for me. I'd go absolutely insane working in a shop like that." I answered. I then thought of an answer to his first question; something I never actually thought before. What was I going to do with my future? "… I really don't know what I'll do. I've never been the kind of girl to plan things out like that. I like to live life day-by-day and just see how things go. I'll find something to do one day, but for now, I think I'll just enjoy the ride until I find out what it is."

"An excellent motto!" Taric praised. I heard a lot of people cheering loudly from the audience. Most likely they were people who agreed with me. "Anyway, we don't have much time left, so I wanted to ask you a quick question about your friend, Aiden."

"What about him?" I asked back defensively.

"Well, I'm just curious about your relationship. From what I've heard, he's a boy your age that you grew up with. Is there 'anything' going on between you two?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Oh GOD no." I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to throw up at the mental image of me and Aiden together. This wasn't the first time that I (and Aiden) have been asked this question and it always pissed me off. Honestly, was it that hard for some people to realize that a guy and a girl can actually be just friends? I mean, seriously! "It's strictly platonic. If anything, he's more like a brother to me and I'm a sister to him"

"Well, how about you tell us more about him then. What does he mean to you then?" Taric proceeded to question.

"We've known each for eleven years now and we've been best friends ever since. Aiden's a fun-loving guy and probably a 'nicer' version of me. We do tons of shit together that I couldn't do with anyone else." I answered vaguely. I couldn't elaborate any further due to the fear of getting us in trouble with the government. There was no doubt someone would get offended if I mentioned that the two of us vandalized places just for the thrill of it and would maybe try to punish us… or our families. "He's always been there in my life and I'd do anything for him, just like would for me." I proceeded to turn my attention towards the Capitol audience. "Do you all want to know exactly what I would do for him?"

I heard a few choruses of 'what' from the audience. A grin developed on my face as I pounded my right fist into my open left hand.

"I'd kill anyone and everyone."

The interview bell rang at that point. Taric reintroduced me to the crowd and I was greeted with the loudest applause that I remembered hearing for a District Twelve tribute. It was all for me!

I quickly left the interview room, feeling very confident in myself that I earned a good amount of sponsors. Now, today could finally end and I could get some sleep…

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Yaro's interview ended up being as much of a success as mine. While I did call him out on his shitty jokes, he was actually a funny and charming guy. The Capitol audience ate his shit up and he and Taric had fun talking about every single topic they could. He left with a loud applause as well. Considering we were allying together, it was good that his interview went well. There was no doubt that our alliance will have earned a lot of sponsors after today!

After the interviews finished, the two of us were escorted back to the living quarters. After some brief conversation with Donovan and Anya, it was now time for us to head to bed. We were going to be woken up early tomorrow. It was the big day after all…

"Are you worried about tomorrow?" Yaro asked me as he walked towards our bedrooms.

"Are you?" I asked him back.

"Nooo, of course not. It's only the single most important day of my life where my life and the life of my best friend is at risk in a fight to the death. Not worried at all." He replied sarcastically with a chuckle.

Yaro's jokes used to piss me off so much, but now I could do nothing but snicker lightly in response to them. I know that they were just a coping mechanism for him. Deep down, he wasn't in the mood for a laugh. He was worried, just as much as I or anybody else was about this…

"Well, I'm feeling the same way as you are. But hey, we both did good today. We'll be fine." I told him with a smile. I jabbed him lightly in his shoulder, pushing him back slightly. "The two of us are going to kick ass."

"And Kaylee." He added with a chuckle.

"… And Business too, I guess." I grumbled in response. Kaylee was only working with us to make sure we had some more fighting power. Unlike with Yaro, however, I did not like her in the slightest. If any of us had to die early, I'd hope it would be her.

The two of us eventually arrived at our bedroom doors. Yaro opened his door and I opened mine. We then turned to look at each other one last time.

"Hey, you're right. We'll be good. It's going to be hell, but we'll be good." Yaro told me with a smile. "Get some good sleep tomorrow and good luck Emery!"

"You too Yaro…" I replied with the same smile.

With those words, the two of us went to our own beds and tried to get some sleep in preparation for the most important day of our lives…

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Author's Note: Here's the interview chapter! :) Sorry it took a little longer than usual. I've been kinda busy these past few days with college classes and stuff with my life. :/ Nevertheless, the chapter is finally complete and here it is!

I hope you enjoyed the interviews and found them entertaining. They were kinda a pain to write, but I did have fun. Who's interviews stood out the most to you do you think?

So... I have one more chapter planned of the pre-arena. After that, it'll be time for the bloodbath and it'll be time for the arena to start. Wow... It's almost time everybody. I'm so excited and nervous to begin! I posted a poll on my profile like a few of you suggested about your thoughts on the bloodbath. Vote and let me know fast! I'm very curious... :P

Anyway, I won't keep bothering you guys too much longer. Thank you so much everybody for reading and all the support you have all given me with my story so far! I will see you all when I finish the next chapter! :)