Tessa Braze, D11

"Let's welcome to the stage, the first tribute from district Eleven, Miss Theresa Braze!" The audience roared, but Tessa noticed that it sounded different from the applause given to the first few districts. She wondered if they were only cheering because the number of interviews left was winding down. She suddenly felt bad for the tributes from Twelve.

"Theresa, what is your favorite part of the Capitol?"

"It's just Tessa, Finneon," she said, forcing a smile. Blye had clearly told everyone to lie and tell the audience what they wanted to hear most. "And the fashions, of course. We don't have anything near this nice back home in Eleven." She was lying through her teeth. The dress she was wearing was a soft yellow color that fell to her knees. Her dark hair had been done up in many ribbons of the same color, with the one Jessie gave her mixed in. She loved her own outfit, but the others she'd seen on the Capitol people were atrocious. Still, this was their city and this is what they wanted to hear from her. She'd say anything to get sponsors.

When Finneon asked her about the training days, she told him how hard she had trained and how she felt that she deserved more than a seven. The audience applauded her fake frustration. In reality, she'd thought she was going to get a much lower score, and she was happy with her seven. But the girl the audience was seeing wasn't someone content with average. The girl she was giving them was someone who loved the Capitol, someone who was going to fight for the win.

Tawny Hestion, D11

Tawny waited anxiously as Juniper finished with her interview. She was doing well, from what she could hear on the monitor by the doors. The other tributes were getting bored, and they were starting to get restless. The careers were being the extra bit of obnoxious that they were known for, openly talking about which tributes they would target first. They were only talking about the tributes that stood the farthest away, so they couldn't hear, but Tawny heard them mention Aprila's name. She wanted to turn around and smack whichever girl had said it, but she knew they'd target her as well if she did. She'd just have to tell Aprila to run away from the Cornucopia later on tonight.

The doors opened and Tawny passed Juniper as she headed for center stage. Finneon helped her up the steps. She needed the help, having never walked in heels before today. She focused on staying upright, and was happy when she finally sat down.

"My my, Miss Hestion, a stunning difference from the other girls of Eleven." He was talking about her dress, a striking bright blue compared to the golden hues worn by the other girls. Her stylist had remade the dress over night when she realized Tawny was probably the only girl in Eleven who couldn't pull off yellow.

"Thank you Finneon," she said politely, moving slightly in her seat to show off the shine of the dress. "Aurelio redesigned it last night, and I think it's beautiful." The audience cheered as Aurelio stood up, beaming for the cameras. Finneon brought the interview back to Tawny, and began to ask her about her life back home. She forced herself not to cry when she mentioned her family, and the audience noticed, getting a tad emotional as she finished.

Jasper Altone, D11

Jasper walked through the doors and help Tawny descend the five steps from the stage to the hallway. The audience cheered wildly for him, and Finneon shook his hand when he made it to the seats.

"Such a gentleman, Jasper. Chivalry isn't dead, right folks?" The audience roared again. Jasper hadn't planned on simply helping Tawny and getting applause for it. They found the weirdest things amusing, here. "How is it here, compared to your home back in Eleven?"

Jasper didn't want to answer that.. He had to admit, the one room he had to himself in the tribute apartment was larger than his entire house back home in Eleven, but he would rather be there than here right now. He knew he had to lie.

"I love my home, Finneon, but I have to say the Capitol is winning me over." He hoped his family wasn't sitting at home watching, hating his very being for saying these things.

Evie-Ellen Corona, D12

Evie clambered her way over to where Finneon stood. He had to crouch over to hug her, and she sat down beside him.

"Little Evie, I hear is your nickname from the other tributes from you district, correct?" She smiled back at him.

"Yes, they started calling me that when we found out I was the youngest out of everyone here." The audience cheered, but she didn't know what for.

"Really, the youngest one? Out of all ninety-six?"

"Yup, but I'm not the smallest," she forced a laugh, think of the girl she'd see from Three. She was glad at least someone here was smaller than her.

"Do you think that will be an advantage or disadvantage in the arena?"

"Definitely an advantage," she lied, although she hoped that it could be true. "I'll be able to climb higher and fit into smaller spaces. They'll have a hard time finding me." She remembered the full day she'd spent at the camouflage station with Haelle, as they learned to paint themselves into the surroundings.

"I'll be they will. Thank you, little Evie, for being her tonight." She motioned for the audience to cheer as she left the stage. Only four interviews left, she thought.

Whytt Ulric, D12

Whytt was dressed in a full black suit, the only color coming from his canary yellow tie. Tula had cut it in the shape of a giant feather, to allude back to his canary costume from the other night.

"Looking very dapper tonight, Mister Ulric. Are you feeling anxious, about the games coming up?" Whytt remembered to control himself. Why would Finneon remind him that tomorrow he'd be prepared at the Launch room to enter the arena. He didn't want to think about it.

"I wish we could stay in the Capitol longer," he said simply. It was the truth. The longer they stayed here in the city, the longer they would all live. "It's so nice here." That last part was his lie.

"It must have been quite the shock, when you all first stepped off the train, huh?"

"More than you could know," Whytt was lucking out with most of the questions. He didn't have to lie as much as he had planned to. He finished up the rest of his interview and headed back to his seat. He wouldn't have to wait long, as Lawson took the stage for the last interview of the night.

Parker Dust, D12

Parker had been waiting for his interview for over five hours now. Other tributes were lying unconscious in their chairs, while others stared straight ahead, bored and waiting to leave. He could only imagine how receptive the audience would be. Would half of them be asleep? Would they even be there? It was late, and Parker realized he had been given the worst interview slot possible.

When he walked through the door, onto the stage, however, the audience went wild for him. They were cheering, standing up and applauding. He even saw a couple of them throwing confetti.

Probably just excited that in three minutes they can go home and sleep. He shook Finneon's hand, and his timer began.

"So, Parker, our last tribute of the night. What do you think will be your best advantage in the arena?" Parker was amazed at how alert Finneon seemed to be after over five hours of having to be on top of everything.

"Umm, I guess if I can get my hands on a sword or a bow I'll be fine for a while."

"They were your best skills in training?"

"Yeah, I was best with the swords. But I'm just going to stick with my alliance and keep away from others as best I can."

"Who else is in your alliance?" Finneon asked, leaning against the side of his chair. Perhaps he was drained, after all.

"That is a secret we're keeping, but I guess you'll find out tomorrow."

"I suppose we will. Thank you, Parker." Parker stood up, about to go, when he remembered that Finneon was supposed to introduce the District's again. Finneon called out the others from Twelve, and they all moved to their spot on the side of the stage. Parker wondered if anyone would still be asleep by now. Finneon brought out the rest of the District, in descending order, and they filed out onto the stage, taking their marked spots. He concluded with a flourish, and a large golden curtain swooped down, blocking the audience from Parker's sight. They were dismissed to go to their respective floors and rest.

They'd be going to the arena in the morning.

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