I know this is only District One, but since there are so many tributes I'm forced to do the interviews in sections. I may be able to squeeze two Districts together if they both have some bloodbaths, but other than that these chapters will go one District at a time. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience! Also, there are no bloodbaths from District one. Okay, this is getting long. Enjoy!

The Interviews: District One

Sisco Perry's POV

"Hello! And welcome to the 175th annual Hunger Games Interviews!" The roaring of the crowd would nearly deafen me on normal circumstances, but I've been doing these interviews for 35 years. I've gotten used to it.

"Let's bring out our first tribute!" I wait for the cheers to die down. Then I say, "He's mean, he's lean, and he's ready to fight! Give it up for Axel Kahmari!" He comes over and sits down, a huge smile plastered on his face. I love the Careers. They're the most fun to work with.

"So, Axel, how'd you feel about that eight in training, hmm?" I lean in like he's telling me his deepest secret. He leans in as well.

"It sucked." I chuckle softly.

My grandfather is Claudius Templesmith, or, he was, until he passed away. He was the greatest interviewer Panem has ever known. He taught me everything, and I hope to die like him; a legend.

"Okay, Axel, why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"

He rolls his eyes. "Fine."

"Yeah, that's the spirit! So, what's it like back home? Are there any special ladies you'd like to say hi to?"

"Yeah," he says, but there's pain in his eyes. "My fiancé."

The gasps from the crowd and my mouth seem louder than the cheers. But the silence that follows as we wait for Axel to say something is so loud I'm sure I'll go deaf from it.

"But I'm not going to let the Games tear us apart. I will see my child be born."

This time shrieks come from the audience, and I really am taken aback. "She – she's pregnant?"

"No, not yet, but when I get back I'm marrying her right away, and then…" his voice trails off and tears fill his eyes. I try to get back on track. We only have a minute left anyway. Good. He's making me uncomfortable. "Uh, Axel… what's you token?"

He chokes back a sob. "Her charm bracelet." Rrring! His buzzer sounds and he sits in his chair.

"Okay, next up… Circe Saron!"

He walks up to the stage and sits down. We joke around a little, and then I see the feather in his hand.

"Uh, Circe, what's that feather?"

"It's my token. It's a lucky feather I found one day when I was hu –" Uh oh. He almost said hunting. Luckily, he catches himself quickly enough for the stumble to appear as him just being nervous.

"Hurrying home and saw that my cat had killed a bird. After I scolded it for poaching, I took one of the bird's feathers because it has a really cool design. See?" He holds it up. It does have a cool design. Like it was splattered with grey paint. I recognize the feather. It's a Mockingjay feather.

His buzzer sounds.

"Okay, Jesse Tame, come on up!"

He looks a little nervous. Well, it's my job to ease him into a better place.

"Hey, dude!" Okay, I admit, not my best line. "What's up?"

"Nothing Sisco, just thinking."

"Thinking 'bout what?"

"How I'm going to manage to let all these lovely girls die," he gestures towards the female tributes. Several let out squeals.

"Ooh, someone's soft for the ladies! Any one in particular?" He looks back at them, then thinks, burrowing his brow. The girls giggle gleefully.

"Umm, I don't know if I should say."

"Why ever not?"

"Because I don't know if she feels the same way."

"What do you think, girls? Do you all feel the same way?" A few say yeas, another nods, but most of them just blush.

"I think the odds are in your favor."

"They haven't been so far, but I'll give it a try. It's… it's… Alacia Odair." There's some "oohs" and "ahhs" from the audience, and someone even calls for her to answer him. The camera trains on her rosy red face and I ask, "Well, Alacia, what's your answer? Do you like Jesse back?"

She's hesitant for a moment, then nods her head quickly and buries her head in her face. Jesse looks genuinely relieved, and I give him a slap on his back. His smile fades and he starts flipping a coin up in the air.

"What's that?" I ask curiously.

"A coin. And my token." He says, and then squeezes his eyes shut. I notice how much he's moving his hands. He blinks twice, waits a moment, then blinks twice again. I can't help but think he's spazzing out.

"Are you okay, Jesse?" I ask.

"Oh, yeah. It's just my OCD. I can't help it."

"OCD?"

"Yeah, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. I developed it when my mom abused me."

"Oh," the crowd falls silent. These interviews are very interesting. His buzzer goes off and I call the next person up. Shimmer Star.

"Hello, Sisco!" She said it in such a way she appeared to be singing.

"Hey, that rhymed! I liked it," I say admirably.

"Thank you!" She says and sits down. She's in a very provocative dress and I'm having trouble not staring. She sees this and smiles innocently.

"So, Shimmer, I see you're wearing the same pearl earrings you did at the reaping."

"You remembered! Aww, yes, I am. They're my token!"

"Oh, well isn't that nice!" She smiles again and cocks her head to the side.

"Well, Shimmer, I hear your parents are former victors."

She nods. "Yes, both of them! My sister and I have been training since we could walk. If I could bet, I'd bet on me."

I'm having trouble keeping the conversation up. Shimmer's very boring to me, and her outfit is very distracting. She doesn't offer anything to the interview unless I help her. I'm relieved when her buzzer sounds.

"Next is Jessabella Malice!"

She gets up and sits down. Her face is grim and her eyes glazed with tears. She whispers, "Call me Jess," but I barely catch it.

Her expression is strange, because I've never seen her wear any other look than one that suggests she's bloodthirsty and is planning how to kill you in five different ways.

"Okay, Jess, what's wrong tonight? Do you want to talk about it?"

She takes a deep, shaky breath and sighs. "At first, I thought I was just gaining weight from all the food I was eating. Then I was late but concluded that it was because of all the physical exertion that my body was going through during training. Then, I felt it stir…" She stares straight at the camera. "I'm so sorry Caleb. The doctor confirmed my suspicions. When I was reaped, I was already one month pregnant."

The crowd has gone through a lot tonight, and we're not even done with District One! They gasp and even faint, but I try to calm everyone down with a story. "Oh, Jess, I'm so sorry. Doesn't that mean there are two pregnant women in these Games?" The Gamemakers nod. "Oh, wow! Who's Caleb? Is he the father?"

She nods. "We've been dating since I was fourteen. It's not your fault, Caleb. It's okay. I'm going to do everything I can to come home." Her time is up. Now the last girl from District One, Alicia Evans, is up.

"So, Alicia, aren't you the little sister of Finn Evans, the victor of the Games two years ago?"

"Yes. He's been preparing me for these Games. I'd say I have a pretty good shot."

"I'd say I agree," I say encouragingly. This is going to be a long night.

She shows me a ring that she's using for a token. It has a small sea green stone on it.

"That's very pretty," I say.

"Thank you!" When her time is up, I shake her hand and she dances back to her seat.