Sloan Nyval, D9

Sloan walked onto the stage, making sure she took long steps to keep the train of her dress flowing. She heard the oohs and awes of the crowd, and knew that her stylist's advice was helping her. She sat down with Finneon, and they started talking.

"Tell us, Miss Nyval. You have a boy back home in Nine, is that right?" Sloan didn't want them knowing about Russell. They couldn't hurt him if he wasn't known to them. But somehow, Finneon had found out, and now Sloan was stuck with having to bring him up.

"He's amazing, Finneon." She was giving the best fake smile she could manage. "I love him so much."

"What do you think he will do, if you win?" She understood the meaning of his words. Ever since the lovebirds who won the games, over 25 years ago, the Capitol loved to hear about tribute romance. They fed on it, and it often resulted in fabricated relationships ad marriages among tribute and victors. Finneon was really asking if she and Russell would be getting married if she won.

"I don't know," she said calmly, "I guess we'll see how things pan out from here." She wanted nothing more right now than to remove Russell from the conversation.

Galvin Colt, D9

Galvin wore his mother's locket around his wrist, as it was too small to fit around his neck. His stylist has refashioned the chain to stay securely on his wrist.. He was glad, though, that the sleeve of his jacket covered it. The Capitol didn't deserve to see the locket.

Finneon complimented him on his appearance as he took the stage. Galvin looked down at his outfit. Golden, the color of the Parade costumes, and textured in a pattern that he figured his stylist took as wheat. It was nicer than anything he'd ever worn before in his lifetime, but still he felt alien in it.

"How have you faired through the past five days of training, Galvin?" Galvin snapped his head up to meet Finneon's gaze.

"It's been alright," he said. "I've been able to learn a lot in a few short days. I'm going to be tough competition out there in the arena."

"I bet you are, especially with such a high score. A nine! Congratulations. We look forward to your performance, Mister Colt."

Damien Greyson, D9

"I've heard that Nine is forming its own District alliance. You are not a part of that?" Finneon seemed concerned, but Damien wasn't about to believe his sincerity.

"I wasn't invited," he said coldly. "They don't want anything to do with me, and I'm fine with that." The audience was curious, now, as was Finneon.

"Why don't they want you around? Does have to do with your reputation in Nine?" Damien hadn't realized that Finneon might already know who he was, and what he had done. "I would've thought they'd be even more eager to take you in." Now Damien really was in shock. Finneon was on his side. He decided to finish his defense, seeing as how everyone already seemed to know about him.

"I was a master of stealth for years, and I was only caught when one of my 'friends' turned me in for money. I only hoped the other tributes from my district could realize that I might just have skills that could keep them alive."

"Well hopefully, they'll be able to give you a chance. Thank you, Damien, for being here tonight." The crowd applauded as Damien left the stage. When he got back to the waiting room, though, he was clearly unwelcome. Sloan was the one who stepped from the group from Nine, and slapped him firmly across the face.

Marien Eckings, D10

Marien watched as the group from Nine fought. Well, only won girl, who repeatedly punched the boy who had just come offstage.

"How…Dare…You!" She screamed at him before the guards pulled her off of him. She didn't fully understand the situation enough to take a side, so she focused all of her attention back on the doors, which had just opened for her.

"Marien Eckings of District Ten!" exclaimed Finneon as she took the stage. Marien made sure to wave to the crowd, whom she couldn't see because of the blinding lights. As per her stylist's request, she twirled for Finneon before taking her seat.

"Marien, what do you think your greatest skill will be in the games?" Marien thought for a moment before she answered him.

"I'd have to say my reflexes. I worked with horses back in Ten, and they are unpredictable until they are trained. You have to move fast or get bucked on a horse farm." The audience was laughing, which was good for Marien. She tried her hardest to keep them entertained for the remainder of the interview.

Dahl Ledorian, D10

"Dahl, fifteen years old. Right in the middle of the age range. Do you feel like you'll be competition to the other tributes?"

"Yes," Dahl said simply, he just wanted the interview over with. He was done pretending to be excited about this to appease their sick minds. He fidgeted with his hands in his lap, doing the two things Casson told him specifically not to do.

"That's good to hear. Now, are you planning to fight at the Cornucopia?" Dahl looked over at the doors he'd come through. The doors that led to the masses of tributes that would want him dead.

"It'll be a surprise, Finneon." He said, still staring at the door. Finneon looked there as well, but didn't seem to put the pieces together.

"I guess we'll all have to watch, then, to see how you do. Good luck, Mister Ledorian." Finneon got the crowd cheering as Dahl made his way back offstage. Casson gave him a disapproving look, but at this moment, he could care less.

Vincent Peresone, D10

Vincent climbed the few steps between the doors and the center of the stage, where Finneon waited for him. He folded his bright yellow jacket so it laid flat as he sat down.

"Vincent Peresone," said Finneon, putting a strange emphasis on his last name. "How has the wait been, out in the tribute hall?" Vincent had to admit, it was good to get out of that darkened hallway. A few times he'd caught other tributes staring him down, sizing him up for the Games. He'd been waiting for a few hours now.

"It's been almost like watching the interviews from home," he lied, remembering how he'd been forced to watch the games in previous years. Unfortunately, this year the wait was four times as long, and Vincent would have given anything to be enduring it from the safety of his house.

Finneon continued to question Vincent about his family and his job working on one of Ten's many cattle farms, and his three minutes seemed to drag on for an hour. He was undeniably happy when Finneon announced that his time was up, and Vincent left the stage.

So what did you guys think of these interviews? I'll try to have the last set of interview up tomorrow and then...BLOODBATH! IT IS FINALLY HERE! The Games have Arrived!