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HEY, ALEX!
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Tribute Interviews Jul 12, 2011 0:02:36 GMT -5

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Post by HEY, ALEX! on Jul 12, 2011 0:02:36 GMT -5

They gave me cards. Large white cards. And then they expect me to write my answer large enough for the audience to see or for Caesar to read. Damn. I was screwed in the interview portion of the games. How the hell was I going to get any sponsorships if the audience has to waste their time reading? Better question. Who the hell even reads nowadays? Not me. Okay. Well, a little but that is not point. I doubt the rich Capitol people even know what a book is. Damn. I hate this place. Seriously. I rather be swimming.

I put my hands on that lovely dress my stylist threw me in. It was odd how they gave me a golden and cream gown yet they dress the other District four tribute in all black. Oh well. At least I will be stunning. Or at least I hope so. I want to be remembered. I suppose being a mute would make me have some sort of appeal but not the kind that I would like. I would like to have some people think I’m strong. I doubt anyone would think so. Oh well. I will get over it.

“And now, from District Four, fifteen year old, Jupiter Vicks!” I sort of jumped with the calling of my name. Before I went out on the lovely stage, I wrote APPLAUSE on my large card in black ink. Then, I rose from my seat and showed the audience. Surprisingly, they did what I said as the crowd roared in cheers for myself. I felt like blushing but I doubt that would make me look good. So I hide my blush the same way I hide my fear.

Then I was given my first question. How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score? I am actually shocked they gave me a four. The Gamemakers must have enjoyed my dancing. Well I am pretty great at throwing my limbs in every direction. Anyways, I turned to my card and wrote. AS IF PEOPLE CAN JUDGE MY TRUE TALENTS. I THINK THE TRAINING SCORE IS A UTTER WASTE OF TIME. I showed Caesar my answer and he repeated to the audience. Shocker. He can read.

Well, then. I must ask, Jupiter. What has impressed you most about the capitol since you've been here? I turned to Caesar and smiled. Well, obviously, the food is great. The view is lovely. The people are more odd than myself. But I must lie to get the attention I wish. WHOA. ME IMPRESSED? IF YOU HAD AN OCEAN, A BEACH, AND A STARRY NIGHT, I WOULD LOVE IT HERE. UNFORTUNATELY, YOU DO NOT. THEREFORE, I AM NOT IMPRESSED. SORRY.

Okay. A pretty girl like yourself surely has someone special home. Tell me the details. I hate these pointless question. But I will have to answer it. Damn. JUST BECAUSE YOU CLASSIFY ME AS PRETTY THAT MEANS I AUTOMATICALLY HAVE A BOYFRIEND. WHY IS IT THAT WE LIVE IN A WORLD WHOSE MAIN FOCUS IS OUTER BEAUTY? I MAY BE A COMPLETELY NASTY, CRUEL PERSON ON THE INSIDE BUT ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A PRETTY FACE. SO, CAESAR, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, I DO NOT HAVE A “SPECIAL SOMEONE.”

Well. That probably got me some attention. I’m sorry if I hit a nerve but tell me, Jupiter. What do you like to do in your free time? I’m from District four. What the hell do you think I do in my free time? Go snow skiing? I sighed as I gave him my obvious answer. SWIM. Yep. That is what I do.

I think he was surprised with my short answer. Well, it was my first answer that was not at least two lines long. So, what is your family like? How do they deal with your little disability? Well, I have the Capitol convinced I cannot speak. Therefore, I could not help but smile my cunning smile before I looked down at my card. MY FAMILY IS INCREDIBLE AND VERY UNDERSTANDING OF MY CONDITION.

That is nice to know. So, do you miss anything in particular from back home? With that question, my mind began to wonder. I miss the calling of the seagull as they spotted new prey and how the waves moved my thin body. I miss the noise of the waves crashing against the shore. I even miss the salty taste of the ocean water. HAVEN’T YOU BEEN LISTENING? I MISS MY OCEAN.

What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes? And there was that question that I really did not want to answer. Once the question was asked, it felt as if a ton of bricks was placed on my shoulders. Reality had set in. Since I have been in the Capitol, I have acted as if I was this carefree child in a new, interesting place rather than the girl on her deathbed. So, I wrote in all capital letters in that black marker my final words. GOODBYE.

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Tribute Interviews Jul 12, 2011 19:23:07 GMT -5

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Post by Snakebird on Jul 12, 2011 19:23:07 GMT -5

“Everyone I present the Volunteer from District Nine, Hawthorn Fray!” Ceaser yelled into his microphone. It was obnoxiously loud. I guess that was all the better to keep the audience going after 17 interviews. It was boring for me to wait for the others to go, but imagine how bored District 12 was. I felt kinda sorry for them. It was around an hour of waiting, I don't think I could handle it. I could handle killing and probable death, but I couldn't handle waiting for an hour? I was so impatient. I settled down in the chair, straightening my tie. Ceaser started off his interview. “So Hawthorn, you volunteered, and you said it was for your brother. What exactly does that mean?”
I didn't want to provoke the anger of the Capitol, so I bent the truth a bit to suit my needs.
“He ran away, and I haven't been able to find him. I'm hoping that if I win, he'll come live with me in the Victor's village.”
He accepted this as a good answer, and didn't really pry for more info. Good. I wouldn't have been very forthcoming about it. He just kept going.
“How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score?”
I was feeling good about my score, though I was surprised it wasn't a bit higher. I guess I should have displayed more fighting capability. The score was pretty good, better than half of the other tributes.
“Well, I guess my score is pretty good. It'll get me farther than the bloodbath, unlike my counterpart from last year. My heart goes out to his family, but that was a failure. I will do better than he did.”

“What has impressed you most about the capitol since you've been here?”
“The technology.” That's all I have to say. I fear that if I keep talking all of my anti-Capitol sentiment will be revealed. That would be terrible for me in the Arena.

“Do you have a special someone back home?” He elbowed me, which caught be by surprise. I jumped up, thinking there was some kind of animal there, or maybe an angry Gamemaker. I reach for my ankle knife, only to remember that it's not there.
“Sorry Caeser, you surprised me with that elbow. I don't have a girl back home waiting on me, although I wish I did.” The crowd sighs briefly

“What do you like to do in your free time?”
Damnit. This is one question where I want to answer truthfully. It would give me an intimidation factor.
“Ceaser, I like to trap. It is, was, my job, but now I can't do it anymore. I still set up snares in my backyard, but I release anything that happens into them. Oh, and sometimes I throw knives.” He looks kind of surprised. “I'm from District Nine,” I say. “it's what we did.”

“What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes?”
“Yeah, I'd like to say I'll make it back.”

(OOC, I'll code this later, I just wanted to post it, I don't have the coding saved on this laptop.)

Alexandra:"Matta, how many girls your age do you know that like to read about big british guys licking owls"

Cameron: hahahhaha let's all go to the holy masturbatorial

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Tribute Interviews Jul 13, 2011 14:01:51 GMT -5

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Post by Matt on Jul 13, 2011 14:01:51 GMT -5

Anya Marie Crider

The lights were nearly blinding, but Anya Crider ignored them as she made her way to the seat next to Caesar Flickerman. She couldn't help but smile as the audience cheered for her, those who bothered to learn her name shouting it as loud as they could. She felt like she was a famous star, and the crowd adored her. But truly, the crowd could not wait to watch her die. "Ladies and gentleman, Anya Crider of District 8!" Anya's smile turned into a grin, and even a slight chuckle when she heard someone yell "I love you Anya!" Caesar quickly asked the first question.

"How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score?" She remembered her shocked expression when she learned of her training score. Anya cleared her throat before answering. "I'm on the fence with this one, Caesar. I mean, having the highest score truly makes me feel great, that all of my previous training had paid off. But it also paints a giant target on my back. We'll just have to see what happens, I guess."

"What has impressed you most about the Capitol since you've been here?" Anya pondered this question, before coming up with a very sarcastic answer. "Oh, most certainly the medical team. They were absolutely wonderful, letting me see my baby for so long. Props to them, really." Anya laughed on the inside, but kept a straight face for the cameras and the audience.

"Oh yes, right. You were pregnant when you volunteered. Who can forget that? So, is it a boy or a girl? And what did you name it?" Anya sighed. She knew that this subject would be brought up, though she hoped it hadn't. If she didn't make that previous comment, would he have forgotten about this all together? "Oh, it's a girl. But, uh, she doesn't really have a name yet." Caesar looked genuinely confused. "Doesn't have a name? Well, Anya, every baby needs a name." Anya sighed. "I know that...just not yet."

"Well, Anya, it seems that we are already behind schedule, so I'll need to cut off this interview early. Good luck!" When Anya was leaving the stage, she came to a cruel realization. The Bloodbath was tomorrow. Today could be the very last day she was alive. She clutched her token, a little necklace given to her by the hospital staff with a picture of her baby inside of it. "I will fight for you, Nameless. You have my word."

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Tribute Interviews Jul 13, 2011 15:01:46 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2011 15:01:46 GMT -5

Noelle stepped up to the front of the stage, feeling more confident than ever. Interviews didn’t scare her; they never had. She had always been a speaker, a talker; it had never made her nervous being in front of so many people. She immediately made up her mind: she didn’t care what these people thought of her. She looked out at the many Capitol citizens, all waiting for her to speak to them, wondering what angle she would play at. Anger bubbled up inside Noelle as she stared out at them. These were the same people Ruby and Carex were forced to look out at. They thought it was okay to sit there, smiling, as they listened to the last words of these twenty-four children, knowing that most of them would be dead and gone within about a week.

If only there was some way Noelle could show these people that what they were doing was wrong; if only she could find a way to take revenge on them for Ruby’s death. Well, she could do a bit with words. However, she knew words would never be enough. Noelle smiled at the crowd gently, hiding all the anger and pain that was starting to flood through to her senses.

Noelle sat down in the seat across from Caesar Flickerman, just as he announced, “Noelle Pines of District Seven!”

The first thing he asked was, “So, Noelle, how old are you?”
Noelle answered quickly, confidently. “I’m fourteen.” She didn’t need to say anymore…not yet at least.

“So how confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score?” Caesar asked next.” Noelle grinned slightly. She was ready to bring out her natural sarcasm; she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Oh, very confident,” she said loudly. “A three is really something.” Caesar looked a bit taken a back.
“Well, I definitely like your optimism, Noelle! Now, what has impressed you most about the Capitol since you’ve been here?”
Impressed her? Noelle couldn’t think of a single thing. She felt the anger bubbling up again; how could anything in the Capitol ever impress her after watching her friends die in their hands? She wanted to spit out something nasty about ignorance; the words were at the tip of her tongue. She didn’t care if her words ended up turning on her once the games started—she had to get them out some way or another, for Ruby, for Carex, for herself. “Well, I’m extremely impressed by the fact that the Capitol is just SO good at hiding its true nature. I mean, when I first arrived here, I was so amazed that I almost forgot who the bad guys were.”

Her eyes flickered towards the gamemakers’ seats. She felt her face turning red; they were surely going to kill her off first. Her words…they were going to kill her. If she couldn’t stop letting her sarcasm and her loquacity get the best of her, she would be in danger. No, she already was in danger. Better not push the line, she thought. Though, it was tempting. Noelle looked over at Caesar, realizing he probably wanted to get this interview over with as soon as possible.

“Do you have a special someone back home?” Caesar asked jokingly. “Um…no,” Noelle said assertively. She didn’t know what else to say, so she just left it at that.

“What do you like to do in your free time?” Caesar asked. Noelle tried to look casual as he carried on. She felt the words, though, about to slip out. She let them loose. “Free time? Oh, I don’t know,” Noelle said sardonically, “For a while, I went too deep into depression to give myself any free time. After Ruby was killed, I usually spent my free time sitting in the corner of my room, waiting for her to come back. Then, after Carex died, it got even worse. After I was reaped for the first time, I almost went insane when someone volunteered for me… so I’ve never really, uh, given free time much thought.” Noelle’s face had suddenly turned serious. She wanted the Capitol to know how much they’d hurt her. At this point, she didn’t care what harm was done.

“What is your family like?” Caesar asked, obviously wanting to get this all over with. “Big. Chaotic. I have eight siblings, and I’m a middle child, so I get forgotten a lot. I mean, yeah, I love my siblings...but I’m not so sure too many of them can even remember my name much anymore, especially my parents.” Noelle felt a tear lingering at the edge of her vision. She quickly pulled back the temptation to let it loose. What she had just said was true…it was personal. What if her family was watching? Maybe a few of her siblings were, but probably not her parents. Her parents probably forgot: maybe they didn’t care in the first place. Caesar decided to move on to the next question.

“Do you miss anything in particular from back home?”
“I don’t really miss home as much as I miss the past. The past is something I know I’ll never be able to bring back, but the past is just like…a home that’s been taken away from me.” She knew what she was talking about: Ruby. She quickly tried to cover for her words. “But…I guess I also miss my family…” Noelle felt dumb when she said it. She was too honest; every time she tried to lie, it seemed too fake.

“What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes?” Caesar asked. “Um…I guess I don’t really have anything for my friends and my family. I’m kind of friendless, considering the majority of my friends died in these so-called games. And uh, my family? Well, to any of my siblings that actually decided to watch this, I still love you guys. And to my fellow tributes, I guess I’d just like to say, remember who you are.” She put her hand to her necklace on the last sentence, knowing that remembering to catch her sanity, would probably be her biggest trouble in these games.