Chapter Sixteen.
Interviews.
Nikolai Faustus; 18 years old.
District Two Male.
Nikolai was calm.
Of course, he had to be. What kind of image would he give, surrended by enemies, if he was nervous? They already thought of him as weak, Sadie and her Career friends. Let them, he thought. Soon enough, he would prove them all wrong. He was already playing the Game, just like his lovely district partner, but Nikolai was playing it by his own rules. Unlike them, who were only motivated by the thought of winning, Nikolai had something to prove.
Not only to himself, but to everyone back home. All of his life, people looked on him, like he was nothing but a common boy from the outer-districts, without a chance of ever making it out of the Hunger Games. He did their weapons, everything that they trained with, it all went down to Nikolai in the end. If it wasn't for Nikolai and his family, District Two wouldn't even be a Career district.
He was here, and he had a chance, exactly like all the other twenty-three tributes. But most all, he had a point to prove. And if everything went according to his plan, tomorrow would only be the beggining. Oh, how he couldn't wait to see the look on Sadie's face, when he started to take everything away from her, piece by piece.
He would destroy the Careers. When he got to the Capitol, Nikolai had other plans. Kill them one by one, and in the end, it would be him against Sadie. A trained Career against the weapon smith's son. But before that could happen, he had to take her allies out of the way.
Nikolai wouldn't bother with the work of being the one to take them out. No, he was far too lazy for that, and refused to get his hands went with Career blood. After all, he came from a Career district. People might have hated him, but what would be the point, if they still hated him when he got back home? No, he would let the Games and the other tributes take care of the Careers. By the end of the Games, Sadie's blood would be the only one in his hands.
It was only when a tall man appeared in front of him, with curled green hair and piercing blue eyes, that Nikolai's attention was brought back into the interviews. "Two seconds left," He claimed, his voice sounding quite bored. They were all in a single line, from District One to Twelve, with the girls leading and the boys behind.
Sadie was right in front of him, a few strands of hair falling out of her ponytail, looking completely beautiful in an orange ball gown. In the end, when all was said and done, Nikolai had nothing against her. There was a part of him, even if it was pretty small, that respected her. Both of them wanted the same and yet, only one of them would be able to get it.
She was a warrior, trained to fight by the very best, but so was Nikolai. And in the end, there was only one contrast between the two of them. Nikolai had the experience, about what it felt like to suffer throught kicks and punches, every single day of his life. But not matter what other made him go through, Nikolai knew how to control his emotions.
He wouldn't get anywhere if he let his emotions get in the way, that was as certain as the sun. But Sadie and the other Careers, they didn't. They knew they were powerful, and they lived in the illusion that no one would be able to stop them. Anger, happiness, pride, it all got in the way. It was the biggest advantage that Nikolai had over them.
Tonight, he would make sure that they knew. That everyone knew what he was planning to do, and what he was hoping to prove. Tonight, he would make the whole Panem love him. No matter what it took.
In front of them, there was a small screen, supposed to make them watch the other interviews, as they prepared for their own. The screen illumined the room, and soon a robotic voice started the night. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Master of Ceremonies, Caesar Flickerman!" Caesar Flickerman, all dressed in pink from head to toe, came into view.
The screams and cheers of the Capitol people had never been louder. They loved Caesar, with his award-winning smile and easy ways, and Nikolai couldn't say that he was suprised. If there was someone good in the Capitol, it had to be Caesar. He did his best to make the tributes feel at home, and when they said something they shouldn't, he quickly corrected it with a smile.
Caesar quickly bowed, all smiles, but it was clear that the cheers weren't about to die out anytime soon. "Welcome, welcome, to the interview night for the Seventy-Second Hunger Games! Tonight, we'll meet them. All of the tributes that you heard about. Who's excited?" The crowd roared in agreement, and the older man lead the District One girl away, ready to start her interview.
"And now, all the way from District One, let's have a warm round of applause, for Alexa Cadwell!" If the crowd had quiet down, they lose it completely when Alexa appears. Nikolai had to give it to her, Alexa was completely gorgeous, even more than Sadie. With her brown hair curled, and a beautiful puffy blue dress, she could as well be crowned Victor right there.
It was only when Alexa took her seat on the red couch, waving to everyone around her, that Caesar managed to calm down the crowd. "My, my, Alexa, you look absolutely gorgeous. We've had beautiful girls from District One, but I don't think we've ever had someone like you." Nikolai wasn't sure that many people noticed how Caesar rubbed Alexa's leg, and how she leaned away from him, gently.
Alexa chuckled. "Caesar, you're too kind." The audience laughed loudly, and right there, the cheers were back.
It was only when Caesar started talking again that the cheers managed to die out. "So, Alexa, tell me. With the lovely entrance at the tribute parade, and your incredible training score of nine, the Capitol as been wondering. Who are you, Alexa?"
Alexa's smile didn't disappear when she replied, but Nikolai could see that it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm me, Caesar. I'm the same Alexa that left District One, and hopefully, I'll be the same Alexa when I manage to get out of the Games. I'm not hoping to be anyone else in the Games, just me."
Caesar cheered loudly, and soon, the crowd followed. They loved her, and well, they had no reason to hate her. When Alexa's three minutes ended, the cheers still hadn't died out. "And now, let's welcome the handsome Mr. Aidan Lainell, from District One!"
Aidan's interview went by relatively quicker than Alexa's, but still, the crowd loved him as much as they loved her. When the three minutes were about to end, Caesar made the final question. "Aidan, I think all of us have been wondering why did you volunteer?"
Aidan's answer was quick. "My family, Caesar. My parents and my siblings, they did everything they could for me, and without them, I wouldn't be here. It's finally time I pay them back, for everything they did for me. When I win, it will be for them." Nikolai had to give it to him, the boy deserved every cheer that he got.
Seconds later, Caesar called for Sadie. "From District Two, let's welcome the stunning Sadie Ariste!" Even in there, Sadie's smug grin never left her face. She knew how to play, though, Nikolai had to give her that. Caesar and Sadie engaged in conversation, and soon, they had gotten to the subject of her training score, and how Tiena had matched her training score.
"Tiena and I are very much alike, Caesar. We both know what we want, and at the end of the way, it's nice to have someone by your side that knows exactly what needs to be done."
One. Two. Three. Sadie left the stage, and Caesar called for Nikolai. "All the way from District Two, let's have a round of applause, for Nikolai Faustus!" At the sound of his name, Nikolai was already on stage, fixing his air and tie. When Nikolai walked out to greet Caesar, who already had an hand out for him to shake, he felt like someone new.
It was so different. Out there, with all the cheers, screams and colors, it almost felt like a dream. A nice one, but one that he would have to leave behind, if he ever wanted to win. With all the confusion, Nikolai almost didn't notice Caesar leading to the couch, and seconds later, they sat down.
"Nikolai, Nikolai! I have to see, out of everyone we have met so far, you're the one I was more excited to meet." Nikolai almost rolled his eyes, but he couldn't. Not there.
"I have to say, Caesar, I was quite excited to meet you too. It's not everyday that one gets the honor to meet the stunning Caesar Flickerman." Caesar giggled, and soon, he turned to the ground, laughing loudly. "Isn't he a charmer, ladies and gentleman?"
The crowd roared for him, and all that Nikolai could hear was his name, in cheers and sometimes, even in cries. "Now, Nikolai, let's talk your score. A four, wasn't it? A respectable score but still, I have a feeling you weren't quite happy about it. Care to tell us your opinion?
Nikolai reflected on his answer. "To be completely honest, Caesar? I could have gotten a better score, but I decided that I wouldn't try that hard."
Caesar raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain us why?"
Nikolai already knew his answer, but he stopped, pretending to consider it. "I was too lazy." For a second, there was silence. But then, both the crowd and Caesar bursted out laughing.
"Too lazy, you say? Tell me, Nikolai, why did you volunteer? Perhaps there was someone back home you were hoping to impress?" Caesar interrogated.
"Not really, Caesar. You see, I'm not here to remain myself, or to to repay something to my family. I'm here to prove a point, one that as been following me for years." He replied.
"To prove a point," Caesar repeated. "What kind of point is that, if I may ask?" Nikolai only shaked his head.
"I can only tell you one thing, Caesar. Tomorrow, you will meet the real Nikolai Faustus. You, and everyone else going to that arena with me." Before Caesar could ask him anything else, the buzzer rang, and his three minutes were done.
Tomorrow, his plan would start, and he would finally break the Careers. But to break them, he had to do it from the inside.
And so he would.
Tiena Pensiere; 18 years old.
District Four Female.
Tiena had everything planned.
It made her feel good, and for a few seconds, she was able to relax. Everything was planned; from her interview in a few minutes, to the Games and hopefully, to the end. Unlike her fellow Career, Tiena could say that she wasn't worried about the future. She had everything planned in perfection, and when the time came, she would do what needed to be done.
They would never see her coming.
Unless you screw it all up, and then, there will be no one to save your sorry ass.
You're not playing pretend anymore, Tiena. This is real life.
No. This time, she wouldn't mess up, because there were much more important things at stake. Not her reputation; because Tiena never really gave a damn about that; but her own life. If she would ever see Damian again or not, it all depended on her. People always had a word to say about what she did, either because she was small, or a girl, or someone that would never be able to go back home a Victor.
She had proved them wrong in one part. She had earned everything she received, because she knew what it was like to get her hands dirty. She knew what it was like to do what no one else wanted to, because it was necessary. That's what had gotten her the place as the District Four female tribute and what would get her home, hopefully.
She needed Damian by her side. Of course, she was glad that he wasn't there with her, but she needed him. Damian had always been her rock, her support, the one thing that she always went back to, when things got rough.
Damian had always been there for her, whenever she achieved something in her life, he was the first one to tell her how well she did. That she truly deserved what she got, because she worked her. She needed that in her life; someone to recognize that she worked, and that she struggled for things.
Now, it would be the time to let everyone know.
Once Nikolai left, brushing past them with a knowing smile in his face, Caesar called the girl from District Three. A tall asian girl, with beautiful black hair, Nerinea knew how to play the crowd. Most of all, Tiena got a sense that she knew how to play the men. Her jokes, her looks, the glances that she was trading with Caesar, it was all pointing to that.
Whatever. If it came down to it, the girl would be dead soon enough. All of them would be, from Alexa to the boy from Twelve, excluding her. She didn't mind killing. It was a necessary thing to be done, just like her volunteering. If she hadn't volunteer, she would be nothing.
Tiena had been there. She had known the feeling of being nothing, of not mattering to anyone, but herself. It was risky, but it was worth it.
"You look very beautiful today, doll." Jasko whispered, leaning in closer, and Tiena had to fight the urge to push him away. People like him, they were the ones got everything they wanted, just because they had the luck of being born with a pretty face. Tiena had been born a girl, small, but still, she refused to bow down to him.
She didn't need any of them. Alexa, Sadie, Aidan, Jasko, they were all the same thing. Temporary allies, and just paws that she had to play, in order to win. Soon enough, they would destroy each other, and Tiena would be long gone by then.
But right now, in that precise moment, she needed them. Without an alliance, without the title of "Career" to her name, they would come after her, and she would be nothing more than an another one casuality to her name.
Nobody would remember Tiena Pensiere in the end, and she couldn't let that happen. If she was going to die; she was going to die with some dignity to her name, and fighting. She hadn't volunteered for the Hunger Games, a death match where anything could happen, to die a coward.
If she died, she would go do fighting, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't take down as many of them with her.
"Thank you, Jasko. You don't look so bad yourself." When he didn't reply to that comment with the usual sassiness, Tiena knew that something was wrong. Or at least, that Jasko was about to tell her something quite important.
"Listen, Tiena, tomorrow is the big day. Aidan and I, well, we don't quite trust Sadie. Everything will go as planned, but if something happens... I need to know that you have our back. District partner loyalty, and all of that."
For now. If things came down to it, or if it suited her, Tiena would support Jasko and the boy from one. But for that moment, her loyalty was with whoever suited her purpose better. And right now, the whole alliance needed to stick together, or things would fall apart quickly.
They were Careers, supposed to be taking out the weaker competition, and saving the crown to one of their districts. They weren't supposed to destroy each from inside out, and make things easier for the outer-districts.
"Yes, I have your back." Tiena agreed, but something came to her mind a few seconds later. "But if you do anything stupid, anything to destroy the alliance before it's time, I can assure you that I know where my loyalty lies." Jasko happily grinned, and returned to his place behind her, waiting for his interview.
For now, she was with him. But when the time came, that would be when Tiena would settle the matters between her and Jasko. Save your anger for when the time comes.
And when it finally did, they wouldn't even know what hit them.
"Up next is Blaine Parker, from District Three!" There only two things that Tiena had noticed about that boy from Three; firstly, he had to many tattoos to ever be considered normal and lastly, he was allied with Nikolai, who was their most dangerous enemie, according to Sadie.
Which probably made him an enemy too, and only another victim to take down.
"Blaine, what is the most important thing for you?" If Caesar was starting to get tired by then, he certantly didn't let it show. He was a mix of happiness, confidence, and trust. For a minute, Caesar could almost make them forget where they were headed to.
The boy gave them a half-smile, but anyone paying close attention could see that it didn't reach his eyes. "My cigarettes, I can say. And my friends play a close part in my life too, but it's all just that. Average."
Her turn. "And now, we have the first half of District Four! Please, let's have a warm round of applause for the lovely Tiena Pensiere!"
Don't screw this up, Tiena.
Make yourself stand out.
Make them love you.
Putting the best smile that she could manage on her face, Tiena took a large stride onto the stage. Waving to the crowd, who greeted her with fervent cheers of her name, Tiena sat down next to Caesar, who kissed her hand.
Be a lady. A proper one.
Tiena crossed her legs over one another, and winked at Caesar. "Tiena, my dear, you look amazing tonight." The look that he was giving her, or her legs mostly, made Tiena want to puke.
Tell him. Don't ruin it. Smile.
"Thank you, Caesar. I love my dress, it's a wonderful thing." Standing up, Tiena gave a little twirl, showing off the back side of her dress. It was blue, to match her eyes like her stylist had said, and left her upper back completely bare. Tiena hadn't agreed with it at first, but Mags had told her that it was a nice idea. "All the credit is due to my stylist, though. She created this wonderful piece."
That with would get her sponsors.
And sponsors would save her life.
"And you truly make it better, my darling. But now, tell me. Why did you volunteer? What are you doing here?" Caesar inquired. Wasn't that obvious already, though?
"I volunteered to win, Caesar. To make sure that I hadn't been training and struggling for anything, but mostly, I volunteered to be someone."
To make sure that I wouldn't be nothing. Never again.
"To be someone," Caesar repeated, playing with the words in his tongue. "I must say, you surely are someone, Tiena. With a training score like yours, and the impression that you made when you arrived here, I can surely say that there isn't a soul in the Capitol, or in Panem, that doesn't know your name."
I did it, then.
Caesar noticed her smile, and took that opportunity to continue. "Now, we have heard the opinions of your fellow allies from One and Two, but now it's your turn. How do you feel about tomorrow, Tiena?"
I'm scared. Terrified.
"Wonderful, Caesar. I mean, it's what I train to do. It's an honor to be representing my District, but I didn't get here just because I had a pretty face." The alliance laughed at that. "I got here because I struggled, and I earned everything I got. But most of all, I'm representing myself and my family."
"Your family," Caesar continued. "Care to tell us about to them?"
"It's nothing special, Caesar, but they mean the world to me. My parents, they did everything they could for me, and I couldn't love them more for that. And then there's..." Tiena couldn't help the blush that came to her cheeks, when she thought of Damian.
Caesar took the opportunity. "Ohhh, I saw that. Tell us, Tiena, what is his name? He must be a lovely young man to catch your heart, my darling."
"Damian. His name is Damian, Caesar. He stayed with me through everything, and I couldn't love him more for that. Besides my parents, there isn't anyone more suportive than Damian."
"So you can say it's serious?"
Tiena nodded. "I love him, Caesar. And I'm not afraid to cut down anyone in my way, if it means that I'll go back to him." Caesar stood up, and kissed her hand, for the final time.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Tiena Pensiere of District Four!"
Part one was complete. Tomorrow, the real work would begin.
Bastian Steppes; 17 years old.
District Eleven Male.
Bastian hated when he had to wait.
But yet, he hated mostly everything that wasn't his family or himself, so he could really complain. Not yet, anyway. When he got on stage, that was when the real fun would begin. Chaff had warned him against saying anything about the Capitol, but Bastian couldn't care less. He wasn't quite sure about what he was going to say, but he would decide it, when Diamond Dick started to ask his questions.
It was torture. Having all twenty-three white little shits climb up on that stage, and claim how much they loved their life and their family, and in the Career's case, whinning about how they would surely be the prefered Victor.
Yeah, right. If Bastian had a final say about anything in the Games, then he would make sure that no Career would leave that place alive. The others, well, he didn't mind them that much. They might have been little white shits, but for all that Bastian, they were just trying to survive and to go back to their family.
He couldn't hate them for that. But boy, he could hate the Careers. In front of him was Amina, dressed in an ironically white dress, with her hair up in a bun. Bastian had been trying to talk to her, but she was too focused on the other interviews to even notice him. She never really did pay him anything attention. Bastian wondered if she would pay him any attention when he drove a knife through her heart.
When the boy from Nine finished his interview, shaking Caesar's hand with a grin on his face, Bastian sighed, and only turned his attention back to the television when Flickerman called the girl from Ten, Leila. "All the way from District Ten, let's meet our lovely red-head, Leila Rorie!"
Just from the way she walked onto the stage, Bastian could tell that she was someone that they would love. Someone people were born with the gift to know the right words to say, or how to lie as easily as they breathed. Others, like Bastian, couldn't care less about what other people thought. It didn't made him very popular, but Bastian didn't care.
He was who he was, and whoever didn't like it, could take their opinions somewhere else.
"Welcome, Leila, welcome!" Caesar says, leaning in to kiss her hand probably, but Leila quickly closes the space between them , and hugs him. The audience was unstoppable after that. Screaming her name, whistling - and they had a lot of reasons, probably. Her beauty. Her training score. Her training score.
If there was anyone standing out, in a sea of brown and blonde, it was Leila, with her fiery red hair.
Everyone already knew who she was.
Leila and Ceasar engaged in conversation; with the girl cracking out jokes about District Ten, and how much she missed life in there.
However, Caesar only manages to stop the crowd when they finally get to the emotional part of the interview. "So, Leila, tell me. Such a stunning young girl like you, there must be someone back home that caught your eye," Leila blushed, lowered her eyes, and quickly nodded. "Tell us about him."
"Not him, Caesar. Her. My girl. Her name is Sadie, and I-I never got the chance to tell her I loved her. I had been so caught up in things that didn't truly matter, and in the end, I never got the chance to tell her." Cries of sympathy were heard from both the crowd, and Caesar.
"If you got the chance to tell her something, what would it be?" Leila took a deep breath, and focused on the camera a few meters away from her face.
"S-Sadie, I love you. More than anything in the world, and if I didn't say it before, it was because I wasn't stupid enough to realize when I was still with you. But I do, baby. And trust me, I'm coming back. For the both of us." The cries of "Leila! Leila!" only stopped once Ceasar introduced her district partner.
"Up next, Coulter Xenophon, from District Ten!" The boy walks slowly to the stage, head down and a hand in each of his pockets. He sat across from Caesar, only managing to smile a little bit from time to time, and Bastian couldn't help it but wonder how two people could be so different. Coulter and Leila, from the same place, but as different as the sun and the moon.
Very much like himself and Amina.
"Coulter, tell me! How are you finding the Capitol? Very different from your home, like your district partner mentioned?" Coulter quickly bowed his head, avoiding the camera, but there was a hint of a smile in there.
"D-District Ten i-is my home, and I would love nothing more than to go back to it, b-but the Capitol gave me something that I never had, all those years back home." Caesar raised a questioning eyebrow. "And what may that be? Please don't tell me it's the food. I'd love nothing more than to chat about the food that our lovely Capitol, but sadly my boy, we only have three minutes left."
Coulter gave the camera a bright smile, for the first time in his interview, and from what Bastian remembered, it ws probably the first time that he had truly smiled since they arrived in the Capitol. Not that Bastian payed much attention to little white kids, but there were somethings that no one could forget, not even if they tried. "A friend, Ceasar. Oliver, from District Nine. He-he is my friend." He said, emphasis on every word.
Bastian couldn't help it but laugh to myself. Those kids, they had no idea of what real life truly is. Of what someone had to do to survive, and that when things got rough, everyone turned their backs on their so called friends. There were no friends in the world, only the people that you could count in, but only for short period of time.
Everyone had something that they truly wanted. Either was it money, power, or survival in their case, everyone wanted something. And sometimes, two people with a common goal could join together to get what they wanted, but it was nothing more than that. A common goal to reach, and after that, everyone went their separate ways.
There were no friends in the world. Only two people with a common goal, and most times, it ended in betrayal by one of them or maybe by both.
Bastian had seen all of that. He had been forced to grow up, when he was nothing but a mere boy of seven, to make sure that his family wouldn't starve to death. They were all that mattered, them and himself, of course.
That was why he hated white people, but most of all, he hated Careers. He hated them with a passion; because in the end, when everything was said and done, they had everything that Bastian wanted, without lifting a finger to get it. They were popular, they had enough money to live a wonderful life, but still, they volunteered for a death match, without ever realizing that they might never come back.
Oh, how he would love to be the one to show them what a big mistake they had made. To take everything they had from them. Tomorrow, he reminded himself. Tomorrow, you'll get that chance.
"District Eleven is up next with the lovely Amina Conlan!"
He didn't want to admit it, and he wouldn't, but Amina wasn't anything bad. In a green dress, with her hair curled, she could almost pass as someone important. Someone who had the rest of her life ahead of her, or someone who was about to go on to a party, living life as she was supposed to be. Young, wild, but most of all, free.
Not as a pig being ready for slaughter.
"Amina, Amina! Tell us, how is life back in District Eleven? I heard it's a peaceful life."
"Ah, Caesar, you see you did get something right," Amina chuckled. "It's a peaceful life, yes, but only for those that can afford living it in a peaceful way. It has rules, like any other place. But I'm used to rules, Caesar. I lived with them my whole life, and I'm not changing now."
Bastian didn't want to ally with her, in the first place. He wanted to go at it alone, like he had planned, but Chaff and Seeder insisted that the two of them would be much better together. That they could last longer, rest, and maybe even have a better chance in a fight against other alliances, if it ever came down to it.
He didn't like her, but he didn't hate her, either. For Bastian, who hated nearly everything and everyone, it was an improvement. If he couldn't win, if someone got in the way... Then he wanted Amina to win and go home, so that their families would have food.
For an entire year, they wouldn't have to worry about anything.
"And now we have Bastian Steppes!" Bastian was all dressed in red, a courtesy of his stylist. He thought that it would be ironic, the soon to-be-Career slayer, all dressed in blood red.
Bastian wanted nothing more than to tell him to fuck off.
When Caesar extends a hand for him to shake, Bastian walks right past him, sitting down on the couch. Yes, he might be dead in less than a week, but that didn't mean that he had to change his own personality.
He was who he was; and if anyone didn't like it, it was their problem, not his.
"Bastian, how are you liking the Capitol so far? I can surely say, that you have been a suprise for us, so far! Such a strong young lad."
Bastian only rolled his eyes. "And such a perfect big for slaughter, wouldn't you say? But to answer your question, no, I have not been enjoying the Capitol so far. It's so boring, and full of little white shits."
The crowd burst out laughing. Bastian wanted nothing more than to tell them all to fuck off, and walk right of that stage, but he couldn't. Not yet, not until he sent a message to his family.
"Well, that is certantly one way of seeing it. Tell us about your family! I'm sure they are quite confident that you will make it back home to them."
"I wouldn't need to be away from them if it wasn't for your stupid reaping. But my family, they're all I have. Unlike the rest of the fuckers in the whole world, they are nice people. And I intend to do anything I can for them."
"Anything at all?" Caesar questioned.
"Anything. Even slay one of your little white fuckers, otherwise known as the Careers. They think that they are so great, so good, but I'll end them. Every single one of them."
The buzzer gave the signal to the end of his interview, and Bastian didn't need to be told twice. He was out of there in seconds, ignoring the rest of the tributes as he passed by them.
He only needed himself. And in the end, Bastian hoped that it would be enough.
A/N: This took a little longer than what I was expecting, but hey, it's here! This was a pretty long chapter... wasn't supposed to be this long, but I ended up writing much more than what I was expecting.
I couldn't show everyone, or this would go up 10,000 words, but I did my best to show as many people as I could.
Eh... the interviews are hard to write. They're a bit boring, too long, but still, they are necessary. Oh well, they're done, and we'll get to the interesting parts soon enough.
Next up: the Launch. And then, we have the Games. I'm not making any promises, but I hope to have the bloodbath published before the end of August. So expect an update pretty soon with the Launch, and then we have the Games.
Reviews are very much appreciated, too. I'm not killing your tribute because you don't review, but they motivate me to write the next chapter quicker. (Also, it's nice to have feedback in how I'm writing your tribute. Otherwise, I have no idea if I'm doing them wrong or right.)
Anyways, did any interviews stand out, from those that we saw?
Okay, I'll see you all soon enough. XD