This chapter, the interview chapter, will be shorter like the chariots, I'm afraid. And also I have again changed a few of the outfits people sent in, I hope you don't mind! Still – the next chapter will be Day One in the Arena! :O I'M SO EXCITED! AHHHH! Oops got a bit carried away there, sorry! Anyway, here's the chapter!
Interviews
The stage was dark, the spotlights not on yet. The crowd in front of it was yelling with excitement, cheering the names of different tributes and waving flags with their faces on. Finally the stage lit up to reveal Caesar Flickerman, resplendent in a purple velvet suit with his matching hair, eyelids and lips, and even a purple walking stick.
'Hello, and welcome!' he cried, his voice amplified by a tiny microphone in the corner of his mouth. 'The time has come for the Hunger Games Interviews! I have the great honour of interviewing each and every one of these tributes, to try and get to know them. So, without further ado, let me welcome the lovely Sparkle Velia!'
The crowd screamed with excitement as Sparkle appeared on the stage. The spotlight fell on her and she seemed perfectly happy as the centre of attention, with millions of people watching her. She wore a knee length, silver-blue dress with matching heels and spaghetti straps, her hair flowing over her shoulders. Smiling, she waved at the crowd and cameras, before sitting down opposite Caesar.
'Miss Velia,' he said in a polite voice. 'Before we start, I must say you are beautiful!' Sparkle giggled, flicking her blonde hair back.
'Thank you – but you aren't bad looking yourself,' she replied flirtatiously. Caesar roared with laughter, slapping his thighs.
'Well you certainly are a charmer. Now, Sparkle, your training score…' the rest of the interview was in much the same style, with Sparkle gently flirting and flattering Caesar, who seemed to be completely bowled over and in awe of the beautiful Sparkle. By the end much of the Panem, especially the Capitol, was in love with Sparkle Velia.
Next came Niall, in an elegantly cut silver suit, with a white waistcoat and tie underneath, and white patent leather shoes. His blonde hair was slicked back and he had a confident smile on his face. Instantly hundreds of female hearts melted for him.
'Mr Niall Hoult!' cried Caesar jovially, shaking Niall's hand. 'Many people are saying you're a promising tribute for the Hunger Games, and I must say I agree!'
'Well, thanks, I've trained hard for it and I'm looking to win,' said Niall.
'And you're rather good looking too! I think there are a fair few ladies in love with you out there!' Niall shrugged, grinning.
'That's good to hear, but I'm not in this for the ladies. Maybe afterwards..?'
'Quite right, quite right,' Caesar said, nodding and smiling like an approving uncle. 'Now, Niall, you volunteered for your younger brother, Alec, didn't you?'
Niall suddenly looked serious, and slightly sad. 'Yes. Alec became very ill a few years ago, and I do not think he is strong enough for these Games. I couldn't just sit back and let him go, could I?'
Caesar nodded. 'How very noble of you, Niall.'
Cleo's dress was bright red, strapless and made of silk, fitting her toned body and stopping just below her bum, showing off her long legs. Her dark hair was up in an elegant bun, and she had a ruby necklace around her neck. She suddenly looked very beautiful and alluring. She batted her eyelids to the crowds and sat down opposite Caesar, who seemed for once at loss on what to say.
Cleo was flirtatious like Sparkle, but also seemed more powerful and less silly and girlish – she didn't giggle or pout like Sparkle had. Overall she just seemed more mature and more of a killer.
'I'm in this to win, Caesar,' she said as the bell went. 'And nobody is going to stop me.'
Jayson wore a black trousers, dress shoes and a sleeveless black silk shirt that seemed slightly too tight to show off his muscles. He towered over Caesar, who winced slightly as his hand was crushed by Jayson's. Jayson took the powerful and slightly menacing style and did it perfectly.
'Do you really think anyone's going to get past these bad boys?' he asked, flexing his huge biceps.
'N-No of course not!' stuttered Caesar, trying to keep his winning smile on his face. 'You will certainly do well!' Jayson gave a self-satisfied smile as he sat back, cracking his knuckles.
Dawn wore a soft grey dress with a dark purple cardigan, her hair in a plait with a purple ribbon interwoven. She looked sweet and innocent, and many people suddenly thought what a tragedy her death would be, and how someone could even think about killing a little girl like that.
'What are your talents, my dear?' asked Caesar kindly.
'I'm smart and I'm fast, so I'm not totally helpless,' she said solemnly.
'I never thought you were,' smiled Caesar, patting her on the knee.
Hareld was incredibly nervous, stumbling over his feet and his words. He wore a brown jacket, tie and knee length shorts with a green shirt and long green socks with brown leather shoes, his hair combed in a middle parting. The whole effect was slightly comical, and a fair few members of the audience were chuckling to themselves.
'Now, Hareld, sadly your training score was not the best,' said Caesar.
'Well – I mean, maybe I just, um, just…'
'Had a bad day?' supplied Caesar helpfully.
Jessalyn appeared in a flowing, green-blue dress that shimmered in the light with matching high heels. Her hair was tied in a ponytail so that it flowed over one shoulder, and her face was lightly made up, with just some foundation and eyeshadow.
'Now, Miss Redway!' cried Caesar as she settled down opposite him. 'You got an impressive training score, didn't you? How do you think you pulled that off?'
'I trained hard, Caesar, and I guess it paid off,' she replied.
'Would you say you're Victor material?'
'Well of course,' laughed Jessalyn as if it was obvious.
Skye was very confident and charming in a laid back way. His outfit was a light blue, with a matching dress shirt and trousers, no tie or jacket and a white belt. His stylist had tried to do something with his hair, but had found it impossible, so had just dyed the tips blue.
'Do you have a token?' asked Caesar.
'Of course,' Skye held out his wrist, shaking his cuff back to reveal a small, light blue crystal, about the size of a fingernail, in the shape of a teardrop. If you looked closely you could see bubbles trapped inside. It was attached to a thick string. 'My father gave it to my mother, who gave it to me just before I first set out on the sea with my uncle.'
Amore wore a long, silk form-fitting dress, her hair loose and flowing like strands of silver. Odio wore a smart suit with a thin tie, his hair gelled back. Both were made of the same silvery grey material like silk.
'We always stay together,' said Amore. 'Always. We make a perfect team.'
'But you do know that only one person can win these Games?' said Caesar quietly.
'I don't want to think of that,' replied Amore firmly.
Odio also hardly spoke about the fact only one person won the Games. 'I volunteered to protect her. I will go all the way to save her.'
The audience fell silent when Lottie Blacilla appeared. Her dress was floor length and blood red, with black netting around the sleeves, with netting gloves as well. Her hair was curled slightly with a skull ribbon woven through it. Her face had no makeup apart from blood red lipstick and thick black eyeliner. As she stalked over to Caesar, he turned pale and moved slightly away from her.
'S-So, Miss Blacilla – can you tell us how you got such a high training score?' Lottie just shrugged, staying silent. 'Why did you volunteer?'
'So I could kill!' she snarled, snapping her teeth.
'R-Really?' before Caesar could say much more Lottie sprang forward and bit his arm with her sharp fangs. He gave a horrified yell, and there was uproar in the audience. A couple of attendants rushed forwards to pull her off him, and the interview was cut short, as they moved swiftly onto Patrick Volta.
He wore a dark blue suit that made his orange hair seem even more bright and obvious. Caesar seemed slightly shaken after Lottie and was preoccupied with his arm, which seemed to hurt and looked rather bloody.
'I'm intelligent, I guess that's my biggest attribute,' said Patrick, shrugging. 'And I can run fast, so I'll be hard to catch.'
'Well I'm sure you'll do well!' exclaimed Caesar, cradling his sore arm.
Violet Queens was wearing a short, sequined gold dress that caught the light and sparkled perfectly, with ruffles along the bodice and black pearl high heels. Her hair was entangled with glowing golden diamonds.
'Don't worry, I won't bite,' she joked as she sat down.
'I'm glad to hear it,' laughed Caesar. 'And may I say you look amazing in that outfit?'
'Do you mean I don't always look amazing?' she replied, feigning being offended.
Diesel looked quite similar to how he did in the Reaping. His suit was indigo blue, with a long trench coat and dark eyeliner. His hair was slicked back off his face. However, instead of looking like a spoilt rich brat like he did at the Reaping, he gave off the image of danger, power and mystery.
'I don't know much about plants or bows and arrows, but hand me a rapier and I can beat anyone,' he said in a smooth, dangerous voice. 'I mean to come out alive at the end of these Games.'
Ginevra's dress went down to just above her knees. It was silver, form-fitting, with murky green and turquoise swirls. Her hair was straightened and loose like a solid red wave down her back. Around her neck she wore a silver necklace with emeralds, and matching emerald earrings. On her feet she had gladiator sandals.
'What would you say the best part of the Games so far has been for you?' asked Caesar.
Ginevra shrugged. 'Good food, I guess.'
'Do you have a strategy?'
'Well, of course, but I'm not going to discuss it here, am I?' she replied, arching one eyebrow.
Kai was shy at first but opened up later on, talking about his life and his hobby, street running. His suit was precise shade of amber that matched his eyes, with a darker wine coloured shirt and tie. His hair had been left like it usually was, light brown with long bangs.
'Hopefully I can use the skills I have in street running in the arena. I mean, there's not much difference between a branch on a tree and the top of a wall, is there?' he said confidently. 'And I've learnt to use a sword or knife as well.'
Sephiria was very quiet indeed, hardly speaking at all. When Caesar asked about her family at home, she spoke only of her brother, and when he questioned her slightly about her parents, she clammed up completely and wouldn't say a word about them. Her dress was short and dark green, her wavy brown hair loosely tied with a green ribbon.
'I'm not a murderer – at least not a willing one. I will try and kill as few people as possible,' she said quietly. 'Hopefully I can lie low until there is just one other person left.'
Scott, also, did not speak of his biological parents or siblings. He also did not say much about his memory loss, just that he had amnesia. But he talked of Joel, and Marlene, and his adoptive siblings, and how good they had been to him.
'Touching,' said Caesar, patting him on the shoulder. 'By the way, I think a fair few girls have fallen for you in that suit.' Scott was wearing a black suit with a gold tie and belt, and gold glitter in his hair.
'It's certainly a change from check shirts and overalls,' replied Scott, smiling.
Jenna wore a soft purple-blue dress with elbow length sleeves and purple pumps and dark purple eye shadow. Her hair was in a fancy up-do with intertwined purple-blue ribbons. She looked sweet and pretty – a similar effect to how Dawn looked.
'I don't want to kill,' she said in a clear voice, with a hint of fear. 'But I don't want to be killed. I can hide and I can find food, which is more than some of the stronger tributes can do.'
Pau Furnely looked surprisingly good looking in a cute way. His suit was a dark red, with a reddish pink shirt and bow tie. His hair wasn't gelled or styled, just neatly combed off his face.
'I only wish there were horses in the arena,' he said, shrugging. 'As my biggest talent is probably taming and riding horses.'
'You never know, Pau – wishes sometimes come true,' said Caesar, winking. Pau looked slightly disbelieving.
'There haven't been horses yet.'
Tabytha, to many people's surprise, took a similar style to the Career girls, and acted flirtatious and alluring. She wore a sexy little black dress, with exposed skin splattered with neon paint. Her hair framed her face in messy curls and was scattered with sparkles, and her makeup was dark and intricate.
'Well, if I can get the boys on my side,' she said, smiling in a slightly seductive way. 'After that it'll be easy.'
Nathaniel Merezald wore a bronze coloured suit with a silver shirt, his hair gelled back. He was polite and charming to Caesar, talking of his siblings back home, his talents and his strategy for the Games.
'I grew up on District Eleven, so I know all there is to know about plants. I figure if I can survive long enough, the stronger and bigger tributes will kill each other off,' he said.
Trix Lexon was the only girl who did not wear a skirt. Instead she wore tight red trousers with black boots. Her blouse was black silk, with next to no sleeves and trimmed with red piping. Thin locks of her hair had been dyed red or black.
'I hate dresses,' she explained to Caesar. 'Boys don't have to wear them, so why should we?'
'Quite right,' said Caesar, nodding approvingly.
Finally, last as ever, came Ember Gildern. He wore a black silk suit with a black tie. His shirt was red and his trousers had red piping along the seams. He was thin and had an underfed look like almost all Seam kids, but in that outfit he just looked handsome and strong.
'People always seem to count us District Twelve kids out,' he said. 'All I'm saying is, don't forget us just yet.'
As Ember sat down in his seat with the other tributes, Caesar Flickerman turned to speak to the audience. 'Well, wasn't that an interesting evening? And tomorrow brings even more excitement, as the Hunger Games begin!' the crowd gave a deafening roar of excitement and it took a while for Caesar to get them to quieten down.
'But for now, I think it is time to let our tributes have a good night's sleep!' realising they were being dismissed, the tributes rose in unison and filed out of the room, some waving to the audience, others just staring straight ahead as if they wanted to leave as fast as possible. As the door shut behind them, the only thing people were talking about, was the Hunger Games.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! As I said at the start, I'm sorry it's shorter than usual – but the next chapter will be in the arena! Yay! When the next chapter is uploaded you can all start sending in requests for sponsor gifts for the tributes.
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