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Riva Edison, District 10 Chariot ride
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Riva looked down at her costume. Her bubbly stylist had prattled on about how the cow costume was overdone, and how Riva would make a beautiful sheep. After being put in her dress, which looked like it had been made from scraps, and her heeled shoes, which pinched her toes, Riva just wanted to get the chariot ride done with. When her stylist finally gave up on trying to make her smile, she was left alone in the chariot with her district partner, watching the other tributes ready themselves. She touched her hair which had been frizzed in a way which was apparently more sheep like, not a strand out of place.
Well. She did look like a sheep, she supposed.
The chariot lurched forward as the district 10 tributes followed, beginning the parade. Riva didn't wave, or smile. She owed nothing to the Capitol people, and she wasn't going to act like she was enjoying this. Finally the circle was complete, and Riva barely listened to the talk from Snow, her feet aching. When they finally left, Riva sighed, glad it was over.
Interview
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Riva sat waiting for her interview. The red fabric of the skirt swirled around her legs and showed her elegant shoes. More heels. She really didn't understand the things; they were completely impractical. Not that any of the Capitol clothes seemed to be. Her hair was curled and pinned up seemingly randomly on top of her head, with the same silver flowers as those hung from her neck. Looking at herself in the mirror earlier, Riva had realised with a jolt, that she looked pretty. The last time she had looked pretty had been before she could remember. Not that it mattered, any more.
She calmly listened to the other interviews, not worrying about her own. When she was called, Riva stepped up to the stage to applause, greeted by Caesar as he invited her to sit down. She sat.
"Riva," he began, "You are looking lovely! How are you liking staying in the Capitol, then?" What was she meant to say to that? She was here to die.
"It's good." Best to blend in, like she always had. Sound like everyone else.
"Really?" Caesar pressed. "That's all? What have you liked best?"
"The... the um, food." Nobody could read too much into that answer.
"Ah, yes, the food is truly delicious here! So, am I right in saying that your sister was in the Games last year?" Caesar's voice was more serious now. Just what Riva had been hoping he wouldn't ask, though it was inevitable, really.
"Yes." The crowd seemed interested in this.
"And you volunteered, for another girl didn't you? I am sure what we all want to know, is why? A friend of yours, was she? Or of your sister?"
"Well... yes. I knew her. She deserved to live." Really, Riva had hardly known the girl. But what she may be implying seemed to have been noticed by Caesar. Was she saying that she didn't deserve to? Caesar didn't question it.
"So. Riva, do you think you can win the Games?" Now, Riva should say something like, yes, for her sister.
"No." Caesar looked like he was going to question her response, but her time was up.
"Thank you very much, Riva Edison, District 10!" Riva left the stage.
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chloe ; a ghost, i can't stand unpunctual alien attacks.
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Cia turned, gazing at herself in the mirror. No glasses tonight. That was okay though. She only needed them for reading, even though she wore them all the time. It didn’t affect her vision of far objects, so she didn’t see any reason to take them off. But tonight were the chariots, which meant that the stylists got their way no matter what. Regardless, she found herself to look nice in the simple black dress they had brought her. It had a very low back, but Cia wasn’t one to care for such things. When they called for her, she came obediently, hiking up her skirts and jogging to the chariot where her partner stood, waiting. She climbed into the chariot, butterflies in her stomach.
The chariot was black and shiny, pulled by two pure white horses. She almost stumbled as it lurched forward, but caught herself. The chariot traveled through the grand doors and into the open night air, into full view of the crowds. A chill went up her back as the night air hit it, but she knew to ignore it. Instead, she waved to the screaming crowds, smiling at each and every one of them. She looked down in surprise as a small, circular screen appeared around them, displaying the message “District 3” over and over again. She looked at her partner and smiled, seeing that he had noticed it as well. She looked back at the crowd, waving and smiling again. She listened intently to the president’s speech, trying to pick up any clues that might be in there. She found none, but returned to her room content. She knew she had the training center to worry about next, and immediately began to formulate her strategy for it.
Interviews:
Outfit:
{This excludes the backpack.}
Hair:
She shifted from side to side, wringing her hands. She remembered her mentor’s words of advice, to just be herself. Her heels rocked back and forth as she waited for her turn to speak. A round of applause signaled the end of the tribute before her’s turn was over. Her hand reached for the book she was reading earlier. She opened it to the ninety-eighth page and started reading just as Caesar’s voice filled the room again.
”Ladies and gentlemen, from District Three, Malencia Anderson!” he announced, queuing her to come onstage. She walked up the steps and onto the stage, her nose still stuck in her book, completely oblivious to everyone else. Cia made it to the couch without stumbling, and plopped down, kicking her feet up. She continued to read and ignore the fact that she was on live television. She only looked up when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. It was Caesar.
”Miss Malencia?” he asked her. ”You do know you’re on live television right?” She lowered the book enough so that the Capitol could see her face, looking Caesar right in the eye. She grinned at him. It was a sort of childish grin, one that knew they were in trouble, but didn’t care a whole lot.
“Yes,” she replied simply, setting the book down and bringing a bout of laughter from both Caesar and the crowd.
”Well aren’t you something,” Caesar replied. ”I should like to meet the people who raised you.”
“Well,” Cia replied. “If you go to District Three, and then you ask one of the scholars about Malencia Anderson, they’ll have a whole lot to tell you.” Caesar chuckled, also looking a bit confused.
”Why Malencia,” he asked with a tone of mock disapproval. “Were you troublesome at school?” She grinned at his question.
“Quite the opposite actually. And since you asked who raised me, I thought they’d be the best answer to your question since I practically lived at school,” she explained, waving her hands for emphasis. Caesar smiled at her enthusiasm, and also let out a small laugh.
”Right, right. Now tell me Cia, how do you plan on winning?” She laughed at the question. It was so typical and stale, but she supposed she had to answer it.
“Well if I told you, it would defeat the whole purpose of having a plan in place. Now, I can tell you that I have a plan, and more than a few tricks up my sleeve-” at that she wiggled her fingers and widened her grin into a smile. “-which you will not be seeing until the arena begins.”
”Such a shame. I’m sure the audience would love to see something,” he said with a wink. ”Am I right?” The cheers from the audience were deafening. Cia rolled her eyes and laughed, standing and signaling for the audience to be quiet.
“Fine, fine,” she told them, surrendering to their demand. “Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Caesar waved a stage hand to fulfill her request. The stage hand gave her the paper, and she knelt on the ground and went to folding it. She worked at it for a moment or two before she held it up for the Capitol to see. It was a paper airplane, simple and true to it’s nature. She smiled, handing it to Caesar. “Throw it,” she told him. He gave her a puzzled look, but obliged to her request. The plane flew around the entire room (in a circle) before landing, much to the Capitol’s delight.
”Impressive,” Caesar remarked. ”But what does it have to do with the arena?” Caesar and the rest of the audience seemed stumped by her puzzle she had set up for them.
“It’s simple,” she replied with a grin. “I’ll make a giant paper airplane and fly myself out.” Seeing the shock on the crowd’s faces, she let out a small laugh. “Just kidding. You’ll see later.” The buzzer sounded at her last few words.
”Ladies and gentlemen, Malencia Anderson!” He shook Cia’s hand, and she began to walk off the stage, pausing halfway through. She turned on her heel and jogged to get her book, holding it up and waving it to the crowd. She then walked off the stage, the whole way this time, book in hand.
(The Game Makers will grade all of your interviews, chariots, and training once all the tribute spots are filled up. We will send out a message to everyone in the group that says each tribute's training score and what the capitol thought of them. The kill-off tributes will have a regular, average training score.)
Interview: Dress:
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Sage's dress is a deep blue color with real rhinestones scattered about her hemline. The dress reaches the floor and swoops at the bottom. The gems represent District 2 in a way never seen before and show Sage's inner beauty and she herself is a precious gem. When Sage walks the stones glitter and sparkle even more and when she flips a switch on the back of her dress, the stones light up. Though Sage is really still just a little girl, the flowing, classic dress makes her look like an absolutely gorgeous woman. Sage hates this dress. She hates that she actually looks pretty in it but still adores the see-through material.
Chariot Ride:
Hair:
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Sage's hair is pulled in a tight bun with gold leaf crown on top. She feels regal with it, like a princess. But deep inside she knows she always been more of a warrior.
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Sage's dress is black with "gold" jewels on it. This is supposed to represent masonry. Sage thinks her stylist is a little messed up and doesn't know what he's doing because District 1 is where the precious stones come from, not District 2! But Sage still likes her dress and likes the way it makes her feel.
Sage stands next to her tribute partner, almost a feet shorter than him and probably 40 pounds lighter than him because of his large belly. She doesn't care a thing about her training partner, she never knew him back home and thinks he's just like every other career. She doesn't smile but doesn't frown either, leaving the impression that she couldn't care less. She knows that the capitol citizens won't like her, they are too different. Sage is hard, tough, and sharp, and the capitol citizens are the opposite. The tribute a few chariots down from here is getting showered with roses and coins. Once they get into the center circle and their chariots stop, Sage decides to wave back at her alliance, Adele, and then to hold hands with her district partner. His hands are sweaty and at first he pulls away, but then he relaxes in her grip. She turns to look at him and then they both smile. Not fake smile, they truly beam.
Mihr Swanson
District 4
Age 17
Chariot Ride
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Mihr hated her outfit. The dress made no sense to her; being entirely too abstract. The starfish that adorned her updo made her look childish- and she didn't hide either of those things. Although she had to admit, the outfit and chariot would attract the sponsors considering the dress had an effect that made it seem as though the waves were actually splashing onto her because of the fabric movements. The stylist had also insisted in adding dampness to her hair and face just to add to that. She watched District One's chariot, Two and Three pass before Fours lurched forward. The horses were black with silver manes and the chariot also seemed to be black although in reality it was a deep navy blue. She didn't bother to even look at the district partner, and the words her stylist had told her were drilled into her head. Look independent, smile, but not too big. Catch some flowers and all that jazz, but not too many. You want to look real, not fake, right? She'd never had a chance to reply and suddenly she found herself basked in the moonlight. She put on a 'normal smile'. One that wasn't a smirk but not one that made her jaws hurt. Some coins, jewels, flowers and the usual were showered down upon her. Her ears ached over the roar of the crowd and she felt sapphires fall onto her hair and into the chariot, caught some flowers, and acted as though she wasn't about to be sent into a violent battle to the death. It felt good, actually. Being able to just be herself. As the President's speech began, she just barely survived not rolling her eyes or strangling him and instead pretended to listen and clapped once it was all over. She knew that sponsors looked for these types of things. Loyalty to the President and all that.
Interview
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Mihr was seventh in line for the interview. She actually liked her outfit this time, and she told her stylist so. That had brought on thoughts about what her outfit for the Arena would be like. She felt her nerves get the better of her but by the time the District Three boy had finished and she walked on stage, she let the crowd take control of her and a smile blossomed as she glided towards her seat. Some of the other tributes had stomped or skipped out and she now realized why her stylist had made such a fuss about her perfecting the Versailles glide- it made her look taller, bigger, and stronger. Caesar announced her above the roaring audience.
Please welcome, Mihr Swanson, District Four! He shouted into a microphone. Taking a seat she crossed one leg over the other, her posture naturally perfect. So, Mihr, I simply must compliment your dress... The crowd clapped and hooted in agreement ...Beautiful! You're stylist is at it again! Marvelous, simply marvelous! She almost blushed, "Thank you Caesar, I must say that you do look dashing yourself." How have you liked the Capitol so far? Caesar asked "I do love it. It's so different from my District." She answered before continuing, "The extravagance, the people, and the food! The food is just wonderful" She said, the crowd laughing at her awe. Yes, the food is awfully wonderful, do you have a favorite dish? Mihr leaned in close before whispering, "Don't tell the chef this, but you can't exactly tell what you're eating." She paused to sit normally again. "But what you can tell them, is that whatever the dish is, it's always scrumptious! Do you miss District Four and your family? Her answer was made up of lies, all lies. "My family is my top priority. It's quiet actually, compared to my home in Four. But I'm sure sometime my sisters and parents would love to have a chat with you." I'm certainly already looking forward to that Caesar said with a wink. The crowd continued it's cheers and claps as flowers fell but the interview wasn't quite over. Now, Mihr, do you think you are a contender to win these games? "No. No I do not think I'm a contender to win these games." But- Caesar started, but she held up a hand to silence him. "I know I will win. Contender means nothing to me" I knew it! Caesar laughed along with an erupting crowd. You must have a technique as of to how you're going to win- do tell! "Well, everyone likes a surprise, so I must say I can only reveal one thing. My main weapon. It's not a knife or a trident, it's my mind, My weapon in the games is my mind. It helps me lie, tell truth from not. It helps me fight, and without it, I'd only be a contender to win. But I'm not." Her voice had risen with each word and by the end the crowd, everyone was roaring applause was deafening and jewels money, everything was thrown onto the stage. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mihr Swanson, District Four! With a wave, she glided off the stage and behind the scenes.
District 4
Age 17
Chariot Ride
(view spoiler)
Mihr hated her outfit. The dress made no sense to her; being entirely too abstract. The starfish that adorned her updo made her look childish- and she didn't hide either of those things. Although she had to admit, the outfit and chariot would attract the sponsors considering the dress had an effect that made it seem as though the waves were actually splashing onto her because of the fabric movements. The stylist had also insisted in adding dampness to her hair and face just to add to that. She watched District One's chariot, Two and Three pass before Fours lurched forward. The horses were black with silver manes and the chariot also seemed to be black although in reality it was a deep navy blue. She didn't bother to even look at the district partner, and the words her stylist had told her were drilled into her head. Look independent, smile, but not too big. Catch some flowers and all that jazz, but not too many. You want to look real, not fake, right? She'd never had a chance to reply and suddenly she found herself basked in the moonlight. She put on a 'normal smile'. One that wasn't a smirk but not one that made her jaws hurt. Some coins, jewels, flowers and the usual were showered down upon her. Her ears ached over the roar of the crowd and she felt sapphires fall onto her hair and into the chariot, caught some flowers, and acted as though she wasn't about to be sent into a violent battle to the death. It felt good, actually. Being able to just be herself. As the President's speech began, she just barely survived not rolling her eyes or strangling him and instead pretended to listen and clapped once it was all over. She knew that sponsors looked for these types of things. Loyalty to the President and all that.
Interview
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Mihr was seventh in line for the interview. She actually liked her outfit this time, and she told her stylist so. That had brought on thoughts about what her outfit for the Arena would be like. She felt her nerves get the better of her but by the time the District Three boy had finished and she walked on stage, she let the crowd take control of her and a smile blossomed as she glided towards her seat. Some of the other tributes had stomped or skipped out and she now realized why her stylist had made such a fuss about her perfecting the Versailles glide- it made her look taller, bigger, and stronger. Caesar announced her above the roaring audience.
Please welcome, Mihr Swanson, District Four! He shouted into a microphone. Taking a seat she crossed one leg over the other, her posture naturally perfect. So, Mihr, I simply must compliment your dress... The crowd clapped and hooted in agreement ...Beautiful! You're stylist is at it again! Marvelous, simply marvelous! She almost blushed, "Thank you Caesar, I must say that you do look dashing yourself." How have you liked the Capitol so far? Caesar asked "I do love it. It's so different from my District." She answered before continuing, "The extravagance, the people, and the food! The food is just wonderful" She said, the crowd laughing at her awe. Yes, the food is awfully wonderful, do you have a favorite dish? Mihr leaned in close before whispering, "Don't tell the chef this, but you can't exactly tell what you're eating." She paused to sit normally again. "But what you can tell them, is that whatever the dish is, it's always scrumptious! Do you miss District Four and your family? Her answer was made up of lies, all lies. "My family is my top priority. It's quiet actually, compared to my home in Four. But I'm sure sometime my sisters and parents would love to have a chat with you." I'm certainly already looking forward to that Caesar said with a wink. The crowd continued it's cheers and claps as flowers fell but the interview wasn't quite over. Now, Mihr, do you think you are a contender to win these games? "No. No I do not think I'm a contender to win these games." But- Caesar started, but she held up a hand to silence him. "I know I will win. Contender means nothing to me" I knew it! Caesar laughed along with an erupting crowd. You must have a technique as of to how you're going to win- do tell! "Well, everyone likes a surprise, so I must say I can only reveal one thing. My main weapon. It's not a knife or a trident, it's my mind, My weapon in the games is my mind. It helps me lie, tell truth from not. It helps me fight, and without it, I'd only be a contender to win. But I'm not." Her voice had risen with each word and by the end the crowd, everyone was roaring applause was deafening and jewels money, everything was thrown onto the stage. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mihr Swanson, District Four! With a wave, she glided off the stage and behind the scenes.
Just so everyone knows, this is an optional part of The Hunger Games. You don't have to do it, but you're practically guaranteed a better training score if you do, so the Game Makers absolutely recommend doing it. Thanks!:):):) Oh and by the way, we'll send out your training scores and what the Capitol thinks of you once we have enough tributes to start the Games. The training cores will be based off your training in the training center, interview, chariot, your character creation, and district. You're interviews and chariot rides are absolutely fabulous! I love them!
Lia Harton
District 12
Age 14
Chariot Ride
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Unlike some of the districts, for the chariot rides Lia wasn't wearing a dress. Instead, she was dressed as a coal miner. Typical. Her legs had been dusted in black coal powder and some extremely pale leggings were added. The top actually wasn't that bad, and added immensely to the coal miner effect. The chariot was coal black and so were the horses. District Twelve was the last to go onto the Capitol streets, so the tributes had time to watch the others. After what seemed like an eternity, they began to move. And the coal the stylist had placed on the outfit began to sparkle slightly and about 15 yards after that, smoke came out of the pieces of coal, surrounding Lia in rings of smoke and lights. She waved and smiled and blew a few kisses and she was rewarded with coins and roses, jewels and an eruption of support. It was more than Lia ever could have hoped for, and she was almost sad when her moments of glory were over.
Interview
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Lia couldn't believe what she was wearing, in a good way. Her demand to her stylist was that she wear something simple and short. And what she saw in front of her was exactly that. Her sleeveless dress deep pink dress went perfectly with her brown hair and the thick woven belt that went just under her chest looked perfect- a perfect contrast. Her shoes weren't any of those stilettos or heels other female tributes wore, hers were lace and flat. Her hair, being done in a French braid along the side made her look simple yet elegant. She loved it, simply loved it and told her stylist just this. She was 23rd for the interviews and so waited impatiently. Finally...
Please give a warm welcome to Lia Harton, District Twelve! Caesar said, his voice loud. She looked back at her stylist for a minute nervously but then put on a brave face, let out a sharp breath and strode out onto the stage quickly, a genuine smile taking over her face. First, sit, sit, sit my dear! Caesar says in a cheerful voice. Blushing she takes a seat. Ah, Lia I must say I love your dress "Oh, thank you, Caesar, but you must tell my stylist that, not me. And I must say that you also look charming." There we go. The charm. It must have worked because Caesar claps and nods and the crowd nods and hoots in agreement. So now, how are you liking the Capitol? "It's really different from Twelve, the food, clothes, the buildings, everything. But it is a good different." Do you think you're ready for the games? Lia took in a deep breath mentally but optimism was written all over her face as a mask. "When you're from the poorest district, there isn't really any preparation for the Games or anything, so tributes would normally say no, but I'm not really normal-" The crowd laughed and cheered, "So I think that mentally and physically I'm as ready as can be." Considering that, do you have any skills you would like to share with us? "Well, I'm great at the natural stuff; swimming finding food and telling poison from not, but for the rest you'll just have to wait and see." Now, unfortunately our time is up, but please watch out for this lady in our games! She stood up with him and he raised her hand in the air. With a confident smile and a glide off of the stage, she was feeling pretty confident.
District 12
Age 14
Chariot Ride
(view spoiler)
Unlike some of the districts, for the chariot rides Lia wasn't wearing a dress. Instead, she was dressed as a coal miner. Typical. Her legs had been dusted in black coal powder and some extremely pale leggings were added. The top actually wasn't that bad, and added immensely to the coal miner effect. The chariot was coal black and so were the horses. District Twelve was the last to go onto the Capitol streets, so the tributes had time to watch the others. After what seemed like an eternity, they began to move. And the coal the stylist had placed on the outfit began to sparkle slightly and about 15 yards after that, smoke came out of the pieces of coal, surrounding Lia in rings of smoke and lights. She waved and smiled and blew a few kisses and she was rewarded with coins and roses, jewels and an eruption of support. It was more than Lia ever could have hoped for, and she was almost sad when her moments of glory were over.
Interview
(view spoiler)
Lia couldn't believe what she was wearing, in a good way. Her demand to her stylist was that she wear something simple and short. And what she saw in front of her was exactly that. Her sleeveless dress deep pink dress went perfectly with her brown hair and the thick woven belt that went just under her chest looked perfect- a perfect contrast. Her shoes weren't any of those stilettos or heels other female tributes wore, hers were lace and flat. Her hair, being done in a French braid along the side made her look simple yet elegant. She loved it, simply loved it and told her stylist just this. She was 23rd for the interviews and so waited impatiently. Finally...
Please give a warm welcome to Lia Harton, District Twelve! Caesar said, his voice loud. She looked back at her stylist for a minute nervously but then put on a brave face, let out a sharp breath and strode out onto the stage quickly, a genuine smile taking over her face. First, sit, sit, sit my dear! Caesar says in a cheerful voice. Blushing she takes a seat. Ah, Lia I must say I love your dress "Oh, thank you, Caesar, but you must tell my stylist that, not me. And I must say that you also look charming." There we go. The charm. It must have worked because Caesar claps and nods and the crowd nods and hoots in agreement. So now, how are you liking the Capitol? "It's really different from Twelve, the food, clothes, the buildings, everything. But it is a good different." Do you think you're ready for the games? Lia took in a deep breath mentally but optimism was written all over her face as a mask. "When you're from the poorest district, there isn't really any preparation for the Games or anything, so tributes would normally say no, but I'm not really normal-" The crowd laughed and cheered, "So I think that mentally and physically I'm as ready as can be." Considering that, do you have any skills you would like to share with us? "Well, I'm great at the natural stuff; swimming finding food and telling poison from not, but for the rest you'll just have to wait and see." Now, unfortunately our time is up, but please watch out for this lady in our games! She stood up with him and he raised her hand in the air. With a confident smile and a glide off of the stage, she was feeling pretty confident.
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Chariot Ride:
Asher swore that his stylist was an idiot. He had dressed Loli in a leotard and huge heels. Lolita was already taller than Ash, but this made him look like a midget! Asher wore a black outfit covered in spiky needle things. He looked like a hedgehog. Lolita didn't acknowledge the corwd, so, as to not look out of place, he didn't either.
Interview:
The Interview outfits were much better. Lolita wore a floaty white dress. Asher's outfit was a plain black shirt and black pants. He wore boots, but the thing that made the outfit was the white stitching the ran around the whole outfit. It wasn't ugly, and it was subtle, and made him look strong.
"Please give a cheerful welcome to our next tribute, Asher Forrest from district eight!" Wolf whistles greeted his tall presence, making him blush.
Hello, Asher! How do you like the Capital so far?"
I swallowed hard. "Er, it is amazing. The people and food is wonderful, and the city is beautiful." I knew that flattery would get you on the good side.
Mm, how does it compare to District 8?"
"Well, everything is so lively ad bright. But I will always have a place in my heart for District 8, and my family."
Ah, tell us about them. If I am not mistaken, you have a sister, yes?
I am unable to speak, but I know this is the part that will rally in the crowd. I choke out, "Yes, I have Tella, she's barely thirteen. And I live with my dad. My mom... she passed away a few years ago." I didn't want to share this info, but I had to.
I am so sorry! The crowd responds with sympathetic "Awws".
I give them a sad smile. I think Caesar understands that I don't want to talk about it, because he says,
So, what do you think your strength in the Arena will be?
I say, "Well, I guess that I will be strategic."
Ah, smarts are important. Any thing to add to that? No? So back to you family. Tell us about Tella. You seem to be close to her?
"Yes... well, I stay home with her now that Mom is dead..."
But surely, now that she's older, she can come to the factory?
"Er... no. You see, she is deaf, and almost blind."
That causes an uproar. No one wants the boy with a dead mother and blind and deaf little sister in the arena. The buzzer rings, and I take my seat.
Asher swore that his stylist was an idiot. He had dressed Loli in a leotard and huge heels. Lolita was already taller than Ash, but this made him look like a midget! Asher wore a black outfit covered in spiky needle things. He looked like a hedgehog. Lolita didn't acknowledge the corwd, so, as to not look out of place, he didn't either.
Interview:
The Interview outfits were much better. Lolita wore a floaty white dress. Asher's outfit was a plain black shirt and black pants. He wore boots, but the thing that made the outfit was the white stitching the ran around the whole outfit. It wasn't ugly, and it was subtle, and made him look strong.
"Please give a cheerful welcome to our next tribute, Asher Forrest from district eight!" Wolf whistles greeted his tall presence, making him blush.
Hello, Asher! How do you like the Capital so far?"
I swallowed hard. "Er, it is amazing. The people and food is wonderful, and the city is beautiful." I knew that flattery would get you on the good side.
Mm, how does it compare to District 8?"
"Well, everything is so lively ad bright. But I will always have a place in my heart for District 8, and my family."
Ah, tell us about them. If I am not mistaken, you have a sister, yes?
I am unable to speak, but I know this is the part that will rally in the crowd. I choke out, "Yes, I have Tella, she's barely thirteen. And I live with my dad. My mom... she passed away a few years ago." I didn't want to share this info, but I had to.
I am so sorry! The crowd responds with sympathetic "Awws".
I give them a sad smile. I think Caesar understands that I don't want to talk about it, because he says,
So, what do you think your strength in the Arena will be?
I say, "Well, I guess that I will be strategic."
Ah, smarts are important. Any thing to add to that? No? So back to you family. Tell us about Tella. You seem to be close to her?
"Yes... well, I stay home with her now that Mom is dead..."
But surely, now that she's older, she can come to the factory?
"Er... no. You see, she is deaf, and almost blind."
That causes an uproar. No one wants the boy with a dead mother and blind and deaf little sister in the arena. The buzzer rings, and I take my seat.
Here is where you post your tribute's interview and chariot ride...
For the Chariot Rides:
Make sure to include your tribute’s costume (picture please), reaction to their costume, reaction to their partner’s costume, reaction and interaction with the crowd, and their final thoughts before returning to their rooms. This will account for a very small portion of your tribute’s training score, but it will still benefit you in doing it.
((You may direct message your chariot ride(s) to either of the mods if you don’t want to post it on here.))
For the Interviews:
You should include both your tribute’s costume and hair(picture please), and your tribute's and Caesar’s dialogue, and make sure that Caesar’s is bolded. ((Remember, to bold remove the “.” in <.b> and <./b> in the following example: <.b>”Why you look lovely tonight.”<./b>)) The interviews will account for a very small portion of your tribute’s training score, but it will still benefit you to complete them.
((You may direct message your interview(s) to either of the mods if you don’t want to post it on here.))