poltergeist :: d6m interview

When Aurora left the stage, all heat and no pleasure, Hendrix found herself dealing with an agitated crowd. Six has always been an odd district but Hendrix has always appreciated them for it. All logic and no tact, she'd prepared herself by watching past interviews of the many Sixes that had come before.

She doesn't blame the girl for her hatred and Hendrix has spent enough years in the business to know not to take things personally, but Henry can't help but feel pity for her fate.

The older she grows, the more strange it seems that a nation would douse its brightest flames by choice.

Still, the show must go on and the District Six male tribute is already stepping into the limelight by the time the crowd is done booing.

She remembers Jack from his reaping, not much to say but a wide-eyed stare and that had intrigued her. They always have something to say.  "Jack Spragg," Hendrix says with a smile, "What a pleasure it is to have you on stage with us for the first time."

Is it though?

Jack does not seem to be even half as charming as the boy from Four had been. Still, this is more Henry's speed. For the past few decades, the focus of her pieces have most often been avoidant, sullen and seemingly lacking in substance. It'd always been her job to draw back the curtain and display the core of the person within. Aurora had gone off the rails but Jack could be different, Jack could be interesting.

"So tell us," Henry starts and leans forward in her seat, "How are you feeling now, about your future, confident?"