Chariot/Interview

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Your Interview will be with Caesar Flickerman. You may present it in story or dialogue format. Include what you are wearing, and your over-all expirence.

[Mel]

(( I like how I'm first on everything to do with Arena 3 ahaha xD ))

Everest Mount, District Four
Chariot Ride
Outfit: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/201...

The chariot I was in was covered in blue fish around the sides. The white cob which pulled the chariot had waves painted on his bridle. I liked my outfit. It represented sea, almost. The massive tail at the back must have been a fish's fin.

The other districts looked amazing too. I couldn't stand to see everyone die in the Arena at the end, it would be heart breaking. Even if I became friends with some of them, I suppose it would be even harder. Not that I was bothered if they died. I'd have to kill some, right? even if it's not my strongest point...

The ride was amazing. I saw our stylist in the crowd, so I grabbed the other District 4 Tribute's hand and held it high in the air. It felt like we were flying! The Capitol people must have it easy. Us? Well.

We rode round in a circle at the top of the path, then headed back down again. Someone threw me a rose, a luscious red one, and I kept hold of it. Letting go of the boy's hand next to me, I started blowing kisses at the audience. They started cheering.
I loved the feeling.

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Interview with Caesar Flickerman
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"And now, let's welcome, Everest Mount, from District Four!" I swear Caesar can charm absolutely anyone.

Sticking on me sweet-girl-smile, I walked on, making sure my hair bounced up and down with every step. "Hello, thank you for having me. It's an honour, really."

"Aw, isn't she a cute, everyone?" Yep. The charm. There he goes again. The audience laughed and clapped. "So, Everest. How's your experience so far?"

"It's great, truly." That wasn't a lie. "I can't wait for the Games to begin!" I paused. "Oops, I mean, I can wait, I don't want to die yet!" A little chuckle from me, a little chuckle from Caesar; that's all it needed for the audience to be cracking up again.

"Great! I love it! I love you! Your hair! The dress, it's such a lovely colour. Did you choose it yourself?" Caesar crossed his legs.

"Well, one can only hope for the best right?" Where was I getting this from? I'm twelve! No twelve year-old talks like that?

"Of course, of course. Now to the serious matters. Are we going to see any major talent from you in the Games?"

"Oh, Casear!" Now that he said it, I remembered that I'd made a plan up with my brother back home. "Yeah, haha. I'll stay up trees and wait until people spot me to hunt me down."

Beeep! "Ah, great! I love it, I love it! I love you! Haha. That's all for now.
Everest Mount, District Four everyone!"

I smiled, did a little curtsy, then walked off stage.

[†Emily†]

Mara Crayle

District 2

Chariot Ride

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Mara was dressed in a frilly dress that sparkle when she walked. She caught attention, that was a good thing. She wanted sponsors to see her from miles away. The dress was a little too girly for her taste and she let her stylist know with harsh words, “What is this?” She asked. He replied that it was her costume. Mara was never one to say thank you. “My interview costume better be a lot more practical than this. I look like a walking light bulb and I’m not from District 5.” She hissed, turning around swiftly. She got up on her chariot, drawn by beautiful white horses. She sighed and put on a smile as her District partner came onto the chariot as well.

The chariot lurched forward. They were the second out of the tunnel and Mara broke into a smile as the citizens cheered. She waved, blew kisses and tried to win many hearts. Her face had a fake smile on the whole time and when they were away from the crowd, her face went slack and her eyes returned to their cold, mean gaze. She meant business, and if she was going to get stupid Capitol citizens to like her, she had to smile and be the sweet girl they thought she was.

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Mara breathes in deeply, cracking her knuckles before she is called on stage.

“And now, Mara Crayle, District two!” Ceasar cries, the crowd begins to scream. Mara plasters a fake smile on her face and comes out.

“Hello!” Mara cries, the crowd cheering. She sits down, crossing her leg over the other.

“Well, you look marvelous!” Ceasar says.

He is right, her stylist had actually done well. Mara playfully hits Ceasar on the shoulder, “Oh, stop it!” She says, looking bashful.

The crowd cheers loudly, “Now, now, settle down,” He calls to the crowd, who quiet almost immediately. "Let’s get down to business," He begins. "Do you think you are a contender to win these Games?"

Mara laughs, “Contender, no.” She says. “Do I think I will be the Victor of these Games? Yes.” She says, smiling sweetly. The crowd begins to cheer. “I will do anything to win!” She calls, the crowd responding with more cheers.

Ceasar laughs, “I see you are very confident, I hope you are ready for these Games.”

Mara giggles, “Oh, I am ready.” She says, her eyes determined.

Ceasar smiles, “Do you have any skills you’d like to share?” He asks.

Mara thinks for a moment, “I have many skills, one being with knives. I can hit every target with accuracy.” She says, smirking.

"Oh, really? Well, with more than one skill I am sure you will go far and maybe even become Victor!"

Mara glares at him, her eyes glinting evilly, but still smiling for the crowd, "No, you’ve got it all wrong. I will become Victor." The crowd laughs, cheering her name.

The determined glare in Mara’s eyes worries Ceasar, "Well-uh-That’s all we have time for but we can’t wait to see you in the Arena!" He shouts, the crowd cheering.

Mara walks off stage, her head held high.

[Julia]

Elvira Avalynn Lennon District 10


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Elvira's nerves were high as she clambered on to the chariot. The horses whinnied, to which she smiled. It almost felt like home. The smell of the clean, sterile place, and the white and blinding light made everything different. One of the horses stomped, ready to start moving.

As they started to move forward and out towards the crazy fans, Elvira gripped on tight to the sidings of the chariot. She liked her outfit-it was comfortable and, well, her. Her stylist had been very kind to her, and made sure that she was comfortable in her costume. It was simple, but pretty.

As the horses cantered forward, the crowd cat called and dog whistled at her. Granted, she was showing some leg, but not anymore than she would at home. She was completely flustered as to why they were staring at here. Elvira looked up, and on the screens, there she was, looking beautiful as the wind messed with her braided hair. She blushed, making the crowd roar.

The horses pranced to a stop in front of President Snow. Elvira already knew what he would say, but she listened anyway. He was saying how much of an honor that it was for them to be chosen as tributes from their districts. Elvira wanted to roll her eyes, but just continued looking at President Snow, her gaze unwavering.



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Elvria walked on stage, walking without fault in her high heels. She smiled at Caesar, blushing. He took her hand, and said, "Elvira Lennon! District 10!" Elvria blushed as she waved at the roaring crowd. "Sit! Sit, sit, sit! Sit my dear!" Caesar said, walking her to her chair, and sat her down. Elvira did sat, her posture perfect, her just being perfect.

"So, Elvira. I simply must compliment your dress!" Caesar said, waving at her dress. The crowd clapped loudly in agreement. "Beautiful! You're stylist is at it again! Marvelous, simply marvelous!" Elvira blushed profoundly at his statement.

"How have you liked the Capitol so far?" Caesar asked, Elvira still blushing and blinking at the blinding lights. She turned to him, their hands still clasped. "I do love it. It's so different from my District." she said, the crowd awing at her statement.

"So, these Games. I noticed that you're eighteen, so this was the last year you could have been reaped." Caesar said, hardly stopping for her acknowledgement, to which Elvira merely nodded. He patted her hand as he continued, "So this is your final year to become Victor. How do you feel about your chances?"

Elvira blinked, even though she was expecting this question. "Well, I really think that I have a good chance. I am one of the older tributes, though I'm not from a Career District." she said, Caesar nodding the entire time.

"You have other siblings, right? All older than you and boys?" Caesar stated, and when Elvira barely replied "Yes-" he continued, "So who are you winning these games for? There must be some guy out there that you like! I mean, look at you!" The crowd roared with approval, some even standing on their feet.

Elvira blushed and waited until the clapping and cheering subsided before replying, "Well, only for my family. I am my parent's only child to ever become a tribute, out of all of us. I want to win it for them, and for my District." The crowd awed, and one person even yelled that he thought she would become Victor. Elvira blushed at that-they hadn't even seen her score yet. In fact, she didn't even have one yet.

"What do expect as far as a score?" Caesar asked, catching Elvira a bit off guard. She took a deep breath and replied, "Well, I expect a good one-the crowed roared with laughter and roaring approval-But I must say that I cannot tell you the exact number. You must wait and find out. You may seem surprised though." Elvira said, almost whispering her last sentence. She smiled sweetly and blushed as the crowd became louder at her reply. They simply loved her.

"What can we expect from you in the Arena?" Caesar inquired, curious after her reply. Elvira smiled wryly and said, "Well Caesar! You of all people should now that that is a surprise!" She winked at the camera and added, "You can expect me to be in the Arena though!" The crowd cheered and laughed at her satiric statement. It was true though.

"I guess we'll be seeing you soon!" Caesar said, as a buzzer rang. They were out of time, and Caesar helped Elvira stand, though she could have done it without him. "I can't wait to see you in the Arena! Caesar yelled to the crowd. Elvira smiled and walked one foot in front of the other-perfectly-off the stage, waving to the crowd. They cheered enthusiastically and loved her.

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Ivory Elestren
District 7

Chariot Ride
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I shoot up my hand into the air and wave as the horses pull the chariot out into the blazing sun and the roaring crowds. Someone announces district 7, and I flash my brightest smile and begin to blow kisses to the crowd despite the nervousness inside me.
I glance down at my dress; a red and black checkered bodice with a brown skirt with shreds as the hem, resembling a tree and it's roots. Secretly, I hate the outfit. It hardly stands out and makes an impression on the crowd. And I need that impression if I want sponsors.
The chariot lurches to the side as the horses pull it around in a circle at the end of the long path. I continue to wave, but sneak a glance at President Snow looking down on us all with his sharp eyes, an approving look on his face.
The chariot circles once more and then comes to a halt next to the other chariots holding their tributes, in a line in front if President Snow, high up on his balcony.

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I swallow the bile rising in my throat and walk onto the stage as my name is called. The bright lights glint in my eyes and I squint. Instantly a joke flies into my mind-this would be the perfect time to crack it, especially if I want people to like me.
"Boy, can someone dim these lights?" I announce with a hint of laughter.
Immediately the audience erupts into laughter and I smile, knowing I've said the right thing.
My eyesight adjusts and I can see the audience properly know; thousands of Capitol citizens sitting on raised seats, dressed in ridiculous outfits and wearing crazy hairdos-more like hair-don'ts!
I spot Caesar Flickerman seated on a red chaise lounge, smiling at me. He's wearing a dark blue suit with a pink tie. His hair is dyed pink as well. I stroll over and take a seat on the second chaise lounge.
"Hi, Caesar!" I say in a fake, cheerful voice.
Caesar's smile widens and he returns my greeting. Then he says, "You're hilarious, Miss Elestren."
"Thanks," I reply. "Mother says I got it from herself, but I don't think so." I wrinkle my nose and shake my head a bit, and smile again as the audience begins to laugh. Then I bite my lip, and say, "Sorry, Mother," with a sad smirk to a camera.
Once the audience has calmed down, Caesar says, "So tell me about your dress, Miss Elestren. It's quite a stunner!"
"What, like, this is the top, and that's the bottom?" I hear a third round of laughs. Boy, these jokes just keep coming. But really, I'm terrified inside. Is this enough? Do they want more? Probably. I swallow and compose myself.
"But thank you. I would also like to thank my stylist especially, for designing it. I adore it!" I find my stylist in the crowd and give him a smile. Then I look down at my dress.
The skirt reaches my knees, and like my chariot dress, the hem is tattered but in larger strips. The bodice is dark blue, and strips climb over my shoulder to connect behind my neck. The colour blends with a light blue on the skirt, giving the impression of water-quite different to the lumber dress.
"So, do you think you'll win these games?"
"Definitely not," I reply. Another laugh from the audience. "Unless every other tribute is a weakling, or...if I get some sponsors!!" More laughter. "No, no, I'm joking. I don't need those silly things. Maybe." I raise my eyebrows to the crowd, hoping I said the right thing this time. Was it right to personally ask the Capitol-well, the whole of Panem-for sponsors? I don't think so, but it's too late now. I gulp, but those pompous pigs seemed to enjoy it.
"Now Ivory, what was your reaction when you were chosen at the Reaping?" Caesar's expression is sympathetic and concerned now. I swallow.
"Well, when I heard my name, I...well, I couldn't believe what I was hearing really. I waited for it it be a mistake-that the paper was read wrong, but everyone else was waiting for me, too.
"I bit my lip, drew a deep breath and stayed strong as I walked up those steps to the stage. I told myself, if I was going to get through this, I had to have an endless amount courage and stay focused and determined."
Caesar sighs and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "That's the spirit, Ivory," he whispers, but into his microphone so everyone else can hear him. I look into the crowd and make out a few pitying faces. Whether that's a good sign or not, I'm not sure.
I hear a beep, ending my interview with Caesar Flickerman.
I sigh, and let out a little, "Aww!" The crowds chuckle a bit.
Caesar smirks at me. "Well, I guess our time is up." He raises me to my feet, and holds up my arm.
"Ivory Elestren, everybody!" The audience bursts into deafening applause, and I smile and wave to them all, wondering if my jokes were enough once more, wondering if I my interview really lasted for the allowed time.
"Thank you, Ivory. You're brilliant!" Caesar exclaims, and leads me down a few small steps and let's go of my hand. I regret it immediately, but there's nothing I can do anymore.

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  Evan Louis Evgeniadis - Male - District 7 (Lumber)

Chariot
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Evan was very anxious the first real test of the Games. He needed to make an impression on the potential sponsors, and he didn't think he would like this. He was dressed in a red and black flannel shirt, like a lumberjack, and his pants looked like wood. He felt stupid, but when the announcer called "District 7" He put on the smile that all the girls in his district knew the one they all melted for. He waved at the crowds them cheering louder he caught a rose smelt it and threw it back into the crowd with a smile and a wink. They screamed loudly until the chariot stopped for President Snow's speech.

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"And now ladies and gentlemen please give a warm welcome to Evan Evgeniadis, District 7." Caesar Cried.

Evan walked out onto the stage his hands in his pockets giving the audience his amazing grin. "Thank you, Caesar." He said sitting across from him. "I am very pleased to finally meet you, and may I say you are looking quite dashing tonight."

"Oh well you are a charmer aren't you?" Caesar asked. "What do you think ladies do we like this charmer have is charms worked?" He asked the audience to be replied with a roaring cheer from the audience.

"So Evan what are your thoughts on the Capitol?" Caesar asked him.

"Well Caesar when you go from a small district to a big city it is quite amazing." He said and the crowd cheered louder. "But I think the Capitol is indescribable." He said

"Haha so true, so true. Can you tells us what talents we can expect to see from you in the Arena?" He asked.

"Well Caesar a magician never reveals his secrets." He said with a wink at the camera and the audience. "But I will tell you this you can expect a high training score form me." He said.

"Excellent, excellent. Now you are a handsome young lad, so tell us you must have a girl back home." He said.

"Well Caesar actually there is her name is Bella. She is my girlfriend of 5 years." He said. The crowd erupted in whistles, cheers and claps.

"Well that's wonderful. But I think we are out of time please ladies and gentlemen give another round of applause for our amazing district 7 heart breaker. Mr Evan Evgeniadis." The crowd erupted in cheers and applause. Evan walked to the middle of the front of the stage and took a bow. They were throwing flowers at his feet he caught a few gave them one last wave and a smile and walked off the stage.

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Alexa Marriot, District One

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As Alexa boarded the gorgeous cream colored carriage next to her district partner, she felt a sense of happiness from back home. Her gorgeous dress was indescribable. Whenever she moved, it glittered gold and silver; ideal luxury. She looked like she was standing in a tornado of luxury, the nicest thought for her. She turned and smiled at her stylist, who had done such a terrific job on her outfit. A tiara was placed on her head with glittering jewels. She noticed some of the other district tributes looking at her, and she gave them a charming smiling. Suddenly words were spoken, and the ascent down the roads of the Capitol began.

Alexa heard the claps and roars of the Capitol crowd, and smiled her broadest smile, only making them cheer loader. She saw her face on the large screens, daughter of billionaires. She looked different, but that was the stylists work. She caught a rose and the crowd was soon roaring with delight. She lifted up her skirt up to her knees then threw it back down, causing a luxurious light show even brighter than it was when the dress was still. She was sure the sponsors would love her.

Alexa's chariot soon approached President Snow. She put on her best polite show smile. The crowd quieted down, and she put her heart into listening to President Snow's words, and it must have showed on her face, because afterwards her escort and the crowd was applauding. She quickly got off of the chariot and glanced at the other districts, none were as good as her.

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Ladies and gentlemen, please give out your best for Alexa Marriot, District One.

Alexa glided onto the stage gracefully, and already flowers were in her path.

"Thank you so much for the lovely introduction, Caesar." She says genuinely.

"The pleasure is all mine. And may I say, you put on quite the show for the chariot rides.

She blushes faintly, making the crowd cheer her on. "I couldn't have done it without my amazing stylist."

Now, we must give you a title for that, ladies and gentlemen, do we have one for Miss. Marriot?

The crowd chants, Miss Panem!

It has been settled...Miss Panem!

"Thank you very much everyone!" She calls out with a grand smile.

I must ask you, do you think that you will become the winner of these games?

She feigns shock, "I must ave heard you wrong, Caesar. I don't think I will, I will!" At the last word the crowd erupts with joy.

Now, what can we expect from you in the Arena?

"I can't tell you, or else you won't have anything to be surprised by. But, believe me, you wpn't be disappointed by my training score."

True, true...now you are a pretty thing, so you must have a lad back home.

She nods, "I do, actually. His name is Alexander and he is my boyfriend of 2 years."

The crowd awwws...

I'm afraid our time is up, but ladies and gents, give it up for Miss. Panem, Alexa Marriot!"

Alexa curtsies royally and lifts up the skirts of her gown. She catches a few flowers and blows kisses before gliding off again.

[Julia]

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"What is this?" James demanded to his stylist. He thought it was uncomfortable and itchy. "It's horrible, ugly, and itchy!" James complained. He was ushered towards the horses, to which he snorted and coughed. "Real horses? Gross!" James said about the smell, clambering up into the chariot.

As it started moving with the clops of the horses' hooves, James gripped onto the side of the chariot. He looked straight ahead, emotionless. James didn't smile or look at the crowd. He merely looked forward, towards President Snow.

James hated every second of the chariot ride. He loathed it with every bone in his body. James hardly even listened to the President's speech, but did smile cruelly when it was over. James glanced at the other tribute from his district, then away. He was not sure if they were having fun or not, but he surely wasn't. He hated this. James was relieved when the horses whinnied and started to clop away.

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James sauntered on stage, a grin on his face. His sneer did not quite reach his eyes. They showed no emotion as he sat down next to Caesar. "James Crowston of District Three everyone!" Caesar announced. The crowd clapped, excited for another Career tribute.

"Lo and behold, here you are." Caesar said, a large smile forming on his face. "We all noticed that you volunteered for that other little boy. He was your same age too, was he not?" Caesar asked, hardly waiting for James' reply. All James did was nod as Caesar continued, "Was he your brother or a good friend?" Caesar asked.

James let his grin fade, looking more serious. Of course, he really didn't care but he pretended to anyway. He was always pretending. "No, not really Caesar. You see, I didn't have very many friends..." James said. The crowd awed, so Caesar asked for them, "No friends? WHAT? A bright young boy like you?" The crowd nodded Caesar's words.

James looked down, and replied, "Well, I didn't have very many friends because I was an orphan. So, nobody really liked me because I was different, and didn't have a family." The crowd awed, and there was sniffling as some of the more emotional started crying. "I volunteered for him because that boy lived at the orphanage with me. He was always a kind boy too..." James added.

Some of the crowd started all out bawling. Even Caesar wiped away a tear. "I'm sorry to hear that." Caesar said, and looked towards the crowd. "We're all sorry to hear that." The crowd roared with approval at Caesar's words, but a sad roar. A buzzer started to ring, and the crowd began crying more intensely. "That's all the time we have ladies and gentlemen with James Crowston, the Orphan Boy." Caesar said. James stood up with a sad smile on his face, and pretended to wipe away a few tears. He waved to the crowd and walked off with his shoulders slumped.

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Blake Underwood, District Two
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Blake gritted his teeth as their chariot lurched into motion. He slowly stroked the white persian horses as they took his chariot out into the open. The sun was pleasingly bright. He waved around the court yard and saw one other chariot in front of him. The tributes inside were dressed nicely. He didn't dare look behind him as it would only show that he was scared- which he certainly was not. When they reached the top of the yard, President Snow was behind his podium, waving to the passing tributes. The horses turned their path and the chariot was heading back to where all their mentors were waiting. But they were far from them.

Blake shot his arm up into the air, bending his elbow and his wrists, making a waving motion. He smiled as nicely as he could without it becoming a grimace. Just then did he finally look at the costume he was wearing. A grey jacket with yellow, red and blue diamonds on as buttons. "What the hell does this have to do with Masonry?" Blake muttered under his breath, still smiling to the crowd. When he finally reached the end of their travel, Blake was determined to find his stylist and ask what the outfit was all about.

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Blake walked out onto the stage, brushing a hand through his brown hair, making it stick up on top of his head in a wave. He took a seat on the red chairs and smiled. The audience finally stopped their clapping and cheering when Caesar turned to Blake. "Well, well, well. Blake Underwood, District Two. How are you?" He paused. "Oh, that rhymes!" Caesar laughed then put his straight face back on. "No I'm being serious. How are you doing?"

Blake shrugged and smiled. "I'm great, thank you very much! The food here is way much better than in Two! I even had a decent bath, the soap smelled of cinnamon and on my first stay I had a pizza with my best flavour!" Blake ran the same hand through his hair again. He grinned and looked out to the audience. "I mean, pizza's great, but when it's your favourite topping!..."

"Ah yes, yes. I know. Our food is great." The audience laughed and Caesar flashed a smile, making the audience hold their stomachs from the fact they were laughing too much. "So, Blake," He said, still smiling slightly, "Any girl back home?"

Blake closed his eyes and thought about it. "Aye, but not back home." The audience suddenly became silent, their faces tingling with excitement. A voice suddenly yelled "SHE CAME HERE WITH YOU!" and the whole of the people watching the interview started repeating what the person had just said. A huge Mexican Wave of claps erupted over the audience.

Caesar nodded and told the crowd to settle down. "Ah, she came here with you... Who might that be, may I ask?" Blake's face turned a deadly white, then brightened up again. He tensed his muscles and took a look at the clock on the wall. A minute to go. He didn't really want to say to the whole of the Capitol. Instead, he whispered in Caesar's ear. His face broke out in a huge grin. "Alexa Marriot?" Caesar said to the audience. Blake nodded. Now everyone knew.

The buzzer went and Blake was very excited to have to leave the room. He didn't even say goodbye, just walked off, waving a hand behind him, making a rude gesture with one of his fingers to Caesar and the audience.

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Shayakari Kyisakura Misamoto, District 8
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Sha stood proudly in the chariot, smiling and waving to the crowd, stroking the horses. It took all her willpower not to cower and try to run. The younger members of the crowd waved back. Her dress was long, and she found it heavy, but she held herself upright, posture impeccable.
One of the younger members threw her a rose, and she deftly reached out and caught it, tucking it behind her ear. He smiled.

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Sha walked slowly and carefully in, seating herself in the chair that had been provided.
"Well, Miss Misamoto, what a pleasure it is to meet you! And how lovely your dress is. Your stylist certainly knows what they’re doing!" Caesar Flickerman exclaimed loudly
"Really? Thank you," Sha replied shyly.
"Oh, don’t be shy! How are you?" Caesar boomed.
"It’s great here," Sha replied, feeling a smile of pure joy spread across her face.
"She smiles!" Caesar exclaimed happily. "Well, that just goes to show! I must be a brilliant host, not to tickle my own button!"
Sha couldn’t help it. She laughed.
"Well! She can laugh too!" Caesar teased. "What a surprise!"
"Now, I’m stealing the spotlight! How do you like the Capitol?"
"It is excellent, thank you. The food is wonderful, as are the people," Sha replied honestly.
"Aren’t you a charmer! Is there anyone special for you back home?" Caesar enquired.
"Apart from my family? Yes... Ethan, my best friend. He wanted to volunteer for me, but I’m a girl, and he’s a boy, so it doesn’t really work." Sha smiled.
"And what can you say to the people watching at home?"
"I’ll try my hardest, and be surprised. I’m going to get back home somehow. No matter what it costs me. For my family."
"Oh, look at the time! Shame, it appears we can no longer have this wonderful conversation. See you another time!" Caesar roared as Sha walked offstage, the crowd cheering.