The other Tributes
Their names: The ones I picked up on—Me and Piers from 1, Moss and Knute from 2, Trey from 3, Felix from 4, Ozias from 7, and Constantine and Paythinia from 9.
The Careers: Me, Piers, Moss, Knute, and Felix.
The interview: Mine went like this—
"Well, Lyric, hello."
"Hi, Caesar. How have you been?"
"Good. I heard that your brother was in the Hunger Games a few years back. Did he give you any advice?"
"No. He thinks I can win this on my own."
"I'm sure you can. What's your favorite thing here in the Capitol—that's different from District 1?"
"Well, they're so similar. But here you don't have Peacekeepers everywhere. I kind of miss the chance to jump people on the street for a nice friendly battle." Insert smile here. I never actually did that back home expect for like, twice.
"I'm sure everyone here would be happy to get hit a few times by you, as pretty as you are!"
"Thanks Caesar." Another smile.
"Why do you think you should win?"
"My brother won. I need to live up to that. To bring honor to my District. To show people I'm tougher than they thought." I feel a customary smirk on my lips.
Piers' interview: "Welcome, Piers. Nice to have you here."
"Nice to be here, Caesar."
"Well, you just heard your lovely fellow Tribute tells us why she should win. Why do you think you should?"
He leans in close. "To tell the truth, I don't think I should win." He leans back again and shrugs. "I've got nothing to prove. Lyric has something to live for, someone to go home to after she wins. If I die, well, no one will miss me."
What is he saying? He barely knows me!
"So you're saying Lyric should win?"
"Yeah, she has her brother, her parents, and I do believe she has a boyfriend." I fume at the sight of Piers' smirk. I do NOT have a boyfriend!
"She didn't mention him. Who is he?"
"Oh, I don't know. I've only observed her from a distance. I try to remain a mystery."
So he does that on purpose! I want to walk out there and throttle him.
"I'm sure you do. Ladies and gentlemen, Piers from District 1!"
My weapon of choice while training: Throwing knives.
Our training scores: I get a nine—which is very surprising, but even more surprising: Piers gets an eight, lower than me.
What happens when I talk to Piers: I tell him I don't have a boyfriend. He acts surprised, and I step forward to poke him in the chest and tell him off.
Then I realize he isn't acting. He genuinely thought I had a boyfriend.
His exact words were "Maybe I just invented something in my mind so I could ignore what I felt—" and then he was cut off.
Who really is Piers, and what could he possibly feel about me?