Tribute Interviews

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Name:

"Zinnia Yaren, though I get called all kinds of wonderful names back home, like dirt, filth, and trash.
Isn't it so great?"

District:

"District One, sadly."

Age:

"I just turned 15 years old a month ago."

How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score?

"Well, see, training scores don't mean crap. If you get a low score, you won't get sponsored. If you get a high score, you have a heck of a lot of people out to kill you. If you get a score that's somewhere in between, well, you're still probably going to die. No matter what, you're pretty much still dead, unless you're a lucky person. Which I'm not. So, I guess that means I had better start looking for some four-leaf clovers while I'm here, huh?"

What has impressed you most about the Capitol since you've been here?

"Impressed? I'm not impressed. I can't see the stars at night because the lights are so bright. I'm hoping for a power-outage."

Do you have a special someone back home *nudge nudge*?

"A special someone? Why yes, I have my imaginary friend Bob. At least he can't be killed... But seriously, I don't have anyone. Everyone used to avoid me, well, probably because of my amazing hygiene.. and the fact that I'm kind of homeless probably has something to do with it too. I'm the person that no one wants to be with. If only they saw me now, all dressed up and clean. Ha, I would be the talk of the town."

What do you like to do in your free time?

"I like to sit on the curb. And start fights with other teenagers who are vastly stronger then me. People tend to kick me and throw insults at me, when I'm sitting on the curb. Sometimes I eat. Yup, I live in complete luxury. It's a great life."

What is your family like?

"What family? My mom was killed, my father was murdered, the man who took me into his home to help me kicked me out onto the streets again because he couldn't stand me. I'm a one person family. I've learned that people can't hurt you, if you don't give them the chance. So what better way, then to never talk to anyone?"

Do you miss anything in particular from back home?

"No, I'm glad to be gone from the place. Good riddance."

What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes?

"F*** you."

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[Prenten]

Name: Prenten Sichian
District:11
Age:14

How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score? I feel pretty confidant. I mean, an 8 is a decent score. I might get a couple sponsors. *Smiles brightly*

What has impressed you most about the capitol since you've been here? Probably the food. It was great.

Do you have a special someone back home *nudge nudge*? Nope. Sorry, but there's not love-circle here. *Smiles again*

What do you like to do in your free time? Hang out with my best friend, Karth. We usually help out with baking at Justine's.

What is your family like? Family? Well, it's not an easy life with my family, but it's a good one. My dad works in the orchards and I work in the fields. My sister goes to school. Oh and my mother died. She was executed for stealing an orange to support me.

Do you miss anything in particular from back home? Strangely enough, the smell of the wheat fields. Here, all the perfumes, nice as they may be, are too much.

What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes? Dad, Ream, I love you and I will see you soon, okay? And to my competitors, get ready, get set, because here I come. <Evil smile>

[Savius]

Name: Dalton Fahert
District: District 9
Age:14

How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score(wait until you get your training score to answer this)?
I like the 7 and I think I have a good chance. The Carrers aren't going to target me, but I still have a good chance of being sponsored.

What has impressed you most about the capitol since you've been here?
The FOOD. It's all so amazing, and fragrent. Do I smell chicken? "sniff sniff". Oh it smells so good.
Do you have a special somone back home *nudge nudge*?
Nope, and I'm looking for anyone. "wink, wink"
What do you like to do in your free time?
What free time? I'm a busy person.
What is your family like?
My mother died during child birth and my father abuses me, but besides that it's great.
Do you miss anything in particular from back home?
Not really, I wasn't really emotionally connected to anything.
What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes?
I'd like to say goodbye to my father, and good luck to all the other tributes. They'll need it.

[aya]

Name: Arbor Halt.
District: Twelve.
Age: Fifteen.

How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score?

[laughs] Well, I wasn't confident at all before. I know I'm going to lose. I've always known I was going to lose. I mean, really, it's pretty difficult to make up for not being able to see. I managed fine at home, but I never had to watch out, so to speak, for anyone--everyone--trying to knife me.

[calm smile] No, I know I never stood a chance, and I'm honestly surprised the Gamemakers even gave me a three.

What has impressed you most about the capitol since you've been here?

[grin]All of the beautiful buildings. I love the colors. It's all very nice.

Do you have a special somone back home *nudge nudge*?

[sigh] Well... there was. There used to be. But not anymore. The Games, two years ago...[pause] I suppose there's no reason not to say anymore. Shaw Nolan... he and I loved each other. And at least we'll be together again soon.

What do you like to do in your free time?

I wander around the District mostly. [wry smile] When the mood strikes me, I shout random things at people, so they all think I'm crazy. But because I can't really go to school, and I can't work in the mines at all, not even when I'm eighteen, I do end up having a lot of free time. I love playing my guitar, even if it is missing a string.

What is your family like?

Hmm... we're kind of detached. We love each other, and all, but we keep our distance. None of us are particularly outgoing. I was never really all that close with my siblings, because they're all a good deal older than me. Cade, my oldest brother, was actually twelve when I was born, and Tamar, who is closest to me in age, is still five years older than me.

Do you miss anything in particular from back home?

Yeah. I miss my guitar a whole hell of a lot. I miss music, and I miss making music. And though I've already accepted that I'm not going home except in a wooden box and I'm okay with that, I hate more than anything that I'm not going to make any more music, write any more songs. Ever. Not again. That's the worst thing in the world to me right now.

What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes?

To my family: Goodbye. Friends, I don't have any. But to the friends I never made, I'm sorry. And the other tributes, well, you'd better watch out, because even though I've written myself off, I'm not going down without a fight. And I plan to screw things up.

[Stare]

Name: Jestina Lelborne
District: 9
Age: 16

How confident do you feel about the games now that you've seen your training score(wait until you get your training score to answer this)?
*stares ahead blankly, as if not seeing anyone or anything*
Nine is a good training score. I think that it'll help me get sponsers. But something happened to me in the private sessions. Something that I can't exactly explain. But let's just say if that happens to me in The Hunger Games... *shakes head and gives a winning smile* I at least stand a chance.

What has impressed you most about the Capitol since you've been here?
*laughs* Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to choose? I'd say the veiw. From up high, I can see everyone and everything... and just sit there for hours to admire.

Do you have a special somone back home *nudge nudge*?
*grins* I wish. But I don't consider myself very... pretty. I'm not ugly or anything, but I'm plain. Just plain old Jestina, while all the guys are drooling over the jewel studded, pink fluffed girls who think they're all that. Now, if they dressed like you guys in the Capitol, they might actually look as good as they seem to think... *sighs* but they're just not as in-fashion as you guys. So no, I don't have anyone special.

What do you like to do in your free time?
In case you haven't noticed, I'm a daydreamer. In my free time, I lay in the soft grass, stare at the stars, and imagine myself in a place where I'm alone and relaxed, with every dream right in my grasp. *turns to audience* Haven't you ever wished for your dreams to come true?

What is your family like?
*eyes cloud* My father died a long time ago. My mother and I have lived together ever since. She doesn't earn money hunting, so I bring in the money from hunting, and she buys the food. We work together. We've got something better than love.

Do you miss anything in particular from back home?
*closes eyes, remembering* The trees. The ones that allow the moonlight to just flow through their leaves, creating a dancing blue light on the soft, green grass, and you can almost see the stardust flowing down through them.

What's something you'd like to say to your friends and family back home? How about your fellow tributes?
To my mother, I want to say... I'll try. I may die at the Cornicopia, or I may get out alive. It's all up to fate. And to my fellow tributes... *pauses, looking down and squeezing eyes shut* I'm sorry for just being one more thing that makes your chances smaller. I really, truly am.

[Gigi]

Colton Brax nervously looked around at the other tributes. It wasn't that he was sizing them up or anything; no, he had plenty of time to do that in the previous days. He just wanted to know if everyone was as uncomfortable as he was. Colton was one of the youngest there, only thirteen years old, and he was still at an awkward stage in his life. He wasn't quite sure if he would be able to pull off his angle, even though it required nothing of him except for being his own amiable self. Really, it wasn't hard, just nerve-wracking. Everything had to be perfect, which really made everything impossible. Colton wasn't perfect.

His outfit was anything but, though. He didn't particularly care if he looked nice (obviously he would be presentable), but it would have helped reassure him if it was normal. His stylist had considered trying to match him and Iris, but that had failed. Apparently his skin was too fair for him to wear tan. His stylist then thought maybe they could do a hunter-type thing with lots of leaves and mud and other things, but decided that not only was it too messy, it more of District Nine's thing.

Finally he was dressed in cowboy gear. Now, Colton had no clue what the heck a cowboy was until it was explained to him by his stylist. "Cowboys come from the old North America. They lived in the southern deserts mostly and rode horses. I hear they also had terrible hygiene, but that's not the point. It's just so fantastic, because you do horseback riding as well!"

He had been fine up until the point when he realized that being a cowboy meant wearing a hat. Colton hated hats. And this was a big one, too. He was surprised he hadn't hit anyone yet. It had a wide flat brim and was made of a white felt that matched his boots. There was string tied around the part where the crown and brim met, called a stampede string. It was for decoration, apparently. The crown was tall and creased. Just another thing to bother him.

Otherwise, it wasn't that awful. He wore entirely black and white, even his denim jeans were dark-wash. Not that it mattered; you couldn't see them anyways because they were covered by his black chaps. His cowboys boots were white and tall, almost forming a wave at the sides. He had a white bandanna and gloves, and wore a black jacket over his visible white T-shirt. It was a little over-the-top, but this was the Capitol. It was expected.

Quite soon the interviews started, and Colton was near the beginning. After Iris walked off after an extremely successful interview, Colton heard his name called. He stood up and walked over to the comfortable chair. He could hear people showing interest in his attire already. They were probably wondering what his stylist was thinking.

Ceasar Flickerman was wearing all gold, which was an improvement from most years. He was introducing the crowd to Colton as they shook hands. "And here is Mr. Colton Alexander Brax from District Five! Colton, you're only thirteen, but you managed to get an eight. That's an impressive score considering your age. How confident about the Games are you after seeing it?"

Colton breathed a sigh of relief. This one he had been expecting.

"Mostly I feel relieved I didn't make a fool out of myself. Although, I'm sure this getup is helping me when it comes to that. I've ridden horses before, but I'm pretty sure I'd kill myself wearing all of this!" Ceasar laughed. Colton hoped it wasn't fake, although it didn't seem to be.

"I was actually going to ask about that. You're stylist must have had a riot designing this outfit! I would probably have committed suicide before I finished!" Another laugh. Ceasar leaned forward, about to ask something else. "I have a question about what you've said. Horses, eh? Is there a certain one you usually ride? Is that one of the things you miss from home?"

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"That's three questions," Colton pointed out. Ceasar and the crowd smiled again. "Actually, I do ride horses. It's the only thing I really love to do. I have my own horse, Sherif. I've had him since I was six, and we've been through a lot together. I might miss him more than anything."

Seeing an opportunity, Ceasar grins. "Surely there's something...maybe someone...else?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, adding even more humor to the situation. Colton laughed outright.

"You said so yourself, I'm only thirteen. Horses are enough for me. I do miss my family, though."

Another opportunity. "So what's your family like? Meeting you, I'm guessing they're pretty amazing!" Wow, Ceasar was good. Not only did he compliment Colton himself, he included his entire family. Colton smiled proudly.

"They are! Probably cooler than your's, anyways." Colton winked to show he was kidding. "My brother's just a bit annoying though. He follows me around all the time like I'm an god or something. Of course, he's right." Smiles. "My sisters are adorable and they also look up to me. My parents are very supportive and they think I can do anything. But seriously, I think they're expecting too much! There are a limit to my abilities. I know, I was surprised too. You should've seen me jump off the roof only to discover I couldn't actually fly!"

This time there was a long laugh throughout the audience. They were enjoying themselves.

Ceasar grinned. "Well, I suppose your parents are right. You are the Chosen One."[/color][/i][/b] This earned another laugh. "What's the best thing about the Capitol?"[/i][/color]

Colton had his answer ready. "That's so easy I don't even have to think about it. The beds. I mean, they're high-quality, even if I am the Chosen One, which, as you say, I am. I could lie in one of those things for years and be in my own personal heaven the entire time. They're also pretty handy when trying to escape from my insane stylist. I sank right through!" Colton was actually enjoying himself. It was the first time he had really been able to joke around since the reaping. This was good for him.

Ceasar stood up and bowed. "Only the best for you, M'Lord. How do you like your pillows--fluffy or super fluffy?

Colton laughed. "Is there a difference?"

"Of course. When they're super fluffy you're able to bury yourself with them. I imagine this will be even more of a help to your escape attempts!" Ceasar looked at the clock. There was hardly any time left.

"One last question, Colton, really quick. Is there anything you want to say before you go?"

Colton thought a moment before answering. Finally, he said, "Watch out, I'm the Chosen One."
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