Leah Oakley
"What were you thinking?!" Frodo yells "She's a career!"
"It was just a bit of fun..."
"A bit of fun," Our mentor, Terrance Perry, begins, "Could bring you to be the first tribute to be killed in the arena." I don't want him to be right, but he is, unfortunately for me. However, the career I wound up was only acting. We have an alliance, but we can't let anyone know until we're in the arena. I love Terrance, I really respect him, but this is just one thing I will never tell him.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"And it's my job to make sure you survive." I look up at him as if to say 'one, if not both, of us is going to die, anyway, you know' and he seems to understand me, as he says; "For as long as possible, anyway."
"I know." I say. "It won't happen again." It might not, though.
"Right." Terrance eyes me, suspiciously. "Would you like to be mentored together, or separately?"
"I don't mind." I tell them.
"Separately." Says Frodo.
"Leah?" Terrance says. "That okay with you?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Alright then. Frodo, I will work with you first, Leah, if you could go and work with Zelda?"
"Sure. See you in 20." I say as I walk over to where Zelda is stood, waiting for me.
"Hi there, Leah."
"Hi, Zelda."
"I heard about what happened in training."
"Yeah, whatever. So, what are you mentoring me about?"
"I'm going to help you prepare for your interview with Caesar Flickerman, of course."
"Interview?" Zelda nods, nervously. "Awesome."
"I'll be telling you how to walk, stand and sit. Terrance will help with what to say."
"Right. So, how do I walk, stand and sit, then?"
"First, you walk at a steady pace towards Caesar and politely shake his hand." We practice this many times, pretending Zelda is Caesar, before she's convinced that I have the technique right. Then, Zelda teaches me to sit 'like a lady'. After 20 minutes, I find myself swapping places with Frodo.
"Hello, Leah."
"Terrance."
"Do you know what sort of things you are going to say?"
"Not a clue."
"Well, shall we start with the truth? The past, perhaps?" Although it is a simple, harmless question, it lights a spark in me and I anger.
"You don't know what happened in my past, and you never will!" I snap.
"Alright then, how about your family?" I calm a little, but that spark is still lit.
"I live with my Mother, Father, Brother and Sister."
"How old are your siblings and what are their names?"
"My brother in Luke, he is twelve, and my sister is Lily, she is also twelve. They're twins."
"And why did you volunteer for the Hunger Games?"
"To save my little sister's life."
"Brilliant." Terrance stops the quick-fire questions. "If you can answer like that about your home and family life, you should be fine." I nod. "Anything else you could tell us about? Other family members? Friends? Anything." I pause to think a moment.
"There's not really anything I can talk about."
"Well, you should be fine, anyway."
Ellie Rouke
"URGH! I can't believe her! How dare she show me up for a fool?!"
"Elanor, calm down." Legolas attempts.
"Calm down? I'd like to see how you'd react, if that was you! Then I'd be the one telling you to calm down!"
"Elanor, this is probably what she wants." Says our mentor, Lorena Craun, last year's victor. "Remember, you're a career. Others will try to find out your weaknesses. Don't let her get to you."
"Weaknesses?! What were you're weaknesses?"
"Well, that would be telling, now, wouldn't it?" Gee, she's so calm and collected. "Now, for your interviews with Caesar Flickerman, would you like to be mentored together or separately?"
"I don't care." I tell her.
"Neither do I." Says Legolas.
"Together it is, then." Lorena takes a notebook and pen and scribbles a couple of notes, before turning back to us. "Caesar will want to know about your family and home lives. What will you start by talking about, Legolas?"
"I live with my father and my brother, Aragorn Thranduilion. I have no pets, and we train every day after school. At school, we find girls swooning over us, but neither of us have yet found the right person."
"Good. Now Elanor, what will you tell Caesar?"
"I live with my mother, and my Yorkshire Terrier, named Fang. Fang is my life, along with my training. I train every other day, from until . Most training sessions are until 6:pm, I train 2 and a half hours longer, but less days. At school, all of the boys ask me to Prom. I say maybe, but never go with any of them."
"Good. Now, Caesar will also want to know if you have any secret plans for the Games. What will you tell him, Legolas?"
"Even if I did have any secret plans, I would never tell. But I don't."
"Elanor?"
"I might, but I wouldn't tell, even if I did, so you will never know."
"Good. Now, if you would like to proceed, Amira will continue your mentoring."
Legolas and I walk over to where our Escort, Armira Ligon in waiting patiently for us. "Ah, Elanor, Legolas. Come, sit."
"Hello Amira." Says Legolas, contrarily, I say nothing.
"Well, You both seem to be sitting perfectly, to be on TV. So, let's see how you stand." Legolas and I stand up. "Ooh, not so perfect." Amira gasps. "Well, there's only one thing for it." Amira alters our positins, making me stand taller, and making Legolas stand with his arm by his sides, rather than behind his back. "Lovely. And remember, Legolas, broad shoulders."
"I will, Amira."
"Well then, with that said, your mentoring is over. Perfectly in time for supper."
Abie Karimloo
"Well, that was eventful, wouldn't you agree, Pip?" I say to Pippin, waiting for our Mentor, Lori Cooper, and our Escort, Ninfa Oliphant, to come for our mentoring.
"Yep. Who would dare to upset a career?" He replies.
"Obviously the girl from District 7."
"Clearly."
"Lovely, you'r both here, already!" Lori exclaims, as they both turn the corner.
"Yes, they were on time, which is the one thing you failed!" Says Ninfa. "Time Keeping, is one of the most important things, Lori! You must remember this?"
"Yes, Ninfa, time keeping is important, blah blah blah. However, right now, we should focus on Abigail and Peregrin. Not me. Okay?"
"Fine, fine, you've wasted enough time, already! Now, get on with mentoring the poor children!" Ninfa instructs, before walking away and preparing things for us.
"Sorry about that." Says Lori.
"It's okay, You weren't all that late." I say to her, sorry that Ninfa had snapped at her.
"Thank you, Abigail. That's so nice."
"Pleas, call me Abie."
"Sorry, Abie."
"So, I'm supposed to be mentoring you for your interview with Caesar Flickerman, but as you can probably see, I'm not the best at this stuff. And plus, you've watched the Hunger games at home, so, why don't you just go over to Ninfa and work out how you're going to stand and sit? After all, I'm only supposed to help you fingure out how to speak, but you're a clever couple. Perhaps you can figure that out yourselves. Right?"
"I guess." Says Pippin.
"Yeah, what he said." I add, stunned.
"Great! Off you go then." Lori says, with a smile. Pippin and I stand up, and walk over to where Ninfa Oliphant is waiting for us.
"Well that was quick." Ninfa says, as we stand in front of her.
"Was it?"
"Hmm. Well, never mind, we need to sort out the way you two are going to sit and stand during your interview with Caesar Filckerman. So, you are both standing wro..." She begins, before stopping herself and taking in our posture and gait. "Perfectly." Pointing to the couch, she says, "Let's see how you both sit." When we sit down, her jaw drops. "Unbelievable. It comes naturally to you both. Well, you should be fine for your interview. Now then, let's go for supper."
Kayly Scribbles
"That was hilarious!" I exclaim, as Erestor and I walk down the corridor, towards where Kieron Valce, our Mentor, and Zandra Cecil, our Escort, are waiting for us.
"Kayly, you understand that you can never do that, right?" He replies, with a worried tone to his voice.
"Aw, why not?"
"You'll get your self killed. That's why. Especially if you do that to a career. Do you understand?"
"But..."
"Erestor's right, Kayly." Kieron says, as I almost walk into him. "Although it was a funny sight."
"Wait..." Erestor pauses in confusion.
"We got to watch the whole thing." Kieron tells us with a massive grin plastered across his face. "I was just like you, when I was in the games, Kayly. And what happened in trining today was AWESOME!" I begin to laugh, having not known how funny our mentor would be. "So. When I had my interview with Caesar, he wanted to know everything. And I mean everything! Seriously, he wanted to know all about my home life, all about my school, all about my family and friends, and he wanted to know about everything I felt when I was reaped. We've never had anyone react the way I reacted when I was reaped, until you. And that was awesome. So, you guys think about those things that I just said that aesar wanted to know abou me, and you'll be fine. Remeber, he wants to know everything. Just bare that in mind. See you guys!"
"Bye, Kieron." Says Erestor, slighting weirded out.
"See ya later, Alligator!" I say.
"In a while, Crocodlie." Kieron replies, with another huge grin. Okay, I think, This guy is oficially awesome!
"Hey, Erestor! Wait up!"
As Erestor walks over to Zandra Cecil, I run. "No running, Miss Scribbles!" Zandra shouts.
"Sorry." I pant.
"Right, for your interview, you must stand and sitt correctly, after all, you'll be on live Television."
"Pfft."
"Miss Scribbles," Zandra snaps, "You can't just 'pfftp these things away!"
"Why not?!"
"Because they are very important and, for young persons like yourselves, require a lot of training and practice! Now, do you have any other inappropriate outbursts?" I shake my head, not in truth, but in fear. "Good. Now let's continue." Erestor nods, and shoots me a deathly glare. "Right. I don't know how Mr Valce was with you, but knowing him, I will be very different. I will be demanding, impatient and very strict. Any questions?" We both shake our heads. "Good. Now, during you interview with Mr Flickerman, you must stand tall, with straight backs and your arms by your sides. Show me." We do as she says, but still she feels the need to alter my position. "You must be perfectly straight, Miss Scribbles."
"I am straight!" I complain. "You're hurting me!"
"You are not straight, I can assure you. Stop lying." I don't say anything more. "Now," Zandra continues, when she's satisfied with how I stand. "Let's see how you look when you're sat down." We sit. "No, you're all wrong, again, Miss Scribbles. You must sit with a tall, straight back, and your hands folded in your lap! Sit up straight, I tell you!" Gees, this woman is scary!"Now, you're getting the hang of it, see. It just takes some encouragement. Now, you should both go for supper. Go on, and practice what I have said, until you get in right every time. Mr Novak, " She turns to Erestor, "Please ensure that Miss Scribbles gets her posture right! Now go."