Hello.

I'm not even sure anyone is alive.

I mean, with the zombie apocalypse and all...

What's that? There's still nine days to go before the apocalypse? Oh. Oh my...

Ok then. Before we start our chapter, Caramella asked me to send this note to EllaRoseEverdeen (that is still your name, right? I know I've changed mine. Did you guys notice? Anyway...). She said you would be able to decipher it?

Gobbi

McHuffle.

Good times.

No more.

Have fun.

CL

I know it's been a while. But I'm losing interest in this fandom :(.

However, I have time (for a while at least) to write, and I promise to write as much as I possibly can.

These chapters are gonna be short though. If anyone wants to give me an idea for their tribute's chapter, it would be muchly appreciated.

Newsflash: I can now write dialogue. I think.

Also I stole EllaRoseEverdeen's descriptions here a LOT because I suck at descriptive writing.

Disclaimer: I am writing FanFiction. Fan. Fiction. Therefore, I do not own THG. I am merely writing my musings. Besides, if I wrote the Hunger Games Peeta would've died in the bloodbath.

Moonia Graise had traversed Panem many times. She had, over the years, gone to District Two more times than any other district, a result of excessive training. On every instant she had been met by a warm welcome, with food and wine and music and dancing, and received impeccable hospitality throughout her stay.

But the year of the 35th Hunger Games was no such occasion. Blinds were drawn- all black, no colour- flowers were missing from windows, and not a single person was in sight.

Nonetheless, Moonia walked up to the town's main pavilion, where she was met with the familiar face of the mayor, but none of the usual festivities. Surveying the platform, she noted that no adults had turned up, only two somber teenage girls- Amber's sisters, maybe, or her friends?

One girl had has long chocolate hair that is very curly. Her eyes are a dark brown color, with a slight green tint. Her skin is quite tan, a soft brown color that complements her hair and rosy lips. She towers over the girl next to her.

The girl in question had straight blackish-brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Her eyes were the typical shade of District 2, grey. Her skin quite pale and added a contrast to her dark features. Being quite short, she had to strain her head up, which is difficult as she has a short neck. She frames her eyes with glasses.

'Madame?' Moonia liked this grey-eyed girl already. Once she was acknowledged with a clean nod, the girl continued. 'I'm Oriana, and this,' she gestured vaguely towards the taller girl, who immediately moved, leaving Oriana pointing to an empty space. 'Is Avery.'

'Pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Amber's best friend.'

'We are Amber's best friends.' Oriana interupted.

'Ori!' Avery hissed. 'Sorry about her, she's a jealous one,' Moonia giggled, but Oriana looked put out.

'Anyway, we would like to apologise on the behalf of Amber's family as they were unable to attend this auspi...

Auspici... auspicious!' She cried out triumphantly. 'Event. However, -Avery, what's this word?' She pointed to spidery writing on a cue card that was carefully hidden out of view of the camera.

'If it may be of any help, Avery and I would be more than happy to answer any questions you may have.' Avery recited with the air of one who has listened to something constantly repeated.

Moonia shrugged- why not? Although she did wonder why Amber's family were not present...

'So first off, is there anything you'd like to say to Amber if you got the chance?'

'Well duh!' Exclaimed Avery before Oriana could speak. 'Hey Ambs? We're really proud of you. You've made it this far, there's only a little way to go. And if you don't come back, you're so dead Ambs!' Oriana coughed discreetly. 'What? Oh yes, I suppose that...'

Over the next forty minutes, the camera crew learnt Amber's favourite colour, food and pastime (purple, ham rolls, reading) and who she liked to talk with, what she would talk about, some of her fears, her hopes for the future, and her life in general as it was. The interview was condensed into a four minute long clip that was then merged with the slight recording they had from the Waffles' to provide the start of the Interview film that Caramella Latte, a socialite extraordinaire, would present to Panem.

Oh yes. CARAMELLA WILL DO SOMETHING REMOTELY IMPORTANT IN THIS STORY!!!

How did you like it? Remember, ideas will make my life easier and then I can get writing quicker!

Merry Boxing Day!

~A Very Confused Unicorn