Interviews

[dagger [ain't that a kick in the head], Toph]

[Era ➴, Azula]

(are these open now?)

[dagger [ain't that a kick in the head], Toph]

(Yep sorry)

[Era ➴, Azula]

Elektra waited in the wings of the stage, her mind working as always. She was wondering what questions Havinia would ask and how the audience would react to her. She needed sponsors, obviously. She needed support to get her through the Games. And she’d have to really be good to win them over right after the Careers.
But she did not intend to play to the Capitol.
She heard Havinia announce her name, and brushed her bangs out of her eyes quickly before she went up. “Everyone please welcome, the young genius from Three - Elektra Everfall!”
Elektra repressed a snort. She wasn’t a genius. She was logical. Unlike these people, with their unnatural cosmetics and outlandish fashion.
The crowd clapped as she strode onto the stage. Not nearly as enthusiastic as they had been for Districts One and Two, but that was to be expected.
She nodded to the cameras, pausing briefly so they could get a look at her. Her straight, jawline-length black hair shone under the spotlights, sleeker and softer than it had ever been before. The simple, sharp cut only highlighted her outfit - the thirteen-year-old looked professional in a dark charcoal-gray top tied at her right hip, contrasting neatly with her cream-colored slacks. The shoes she wore were wedge heeled, much more stable than some of the shoes she’d seen backstage.
“Welcome, Elektra,” Havinia said warmly as she took her seat. Elektra knew this part. She was supposed to thank them.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling politely. Havinia smiled back.
“So, how are you tonight, Elektra?” They asked, starting off with a standard prelude.
“I’m well enough,” Elektra said. “What about you?”
No reactions from the crowd so far. They were just tracking the conversation, wondering about her. Wondering what the District Three girl would turn out to be. Or more likely, wondering when her interview would be over so they could get to the Careers.
“I’m wonderful, thank you for asking,” Havinia beamed. “It’s the Games!” Elektra just nodded. Did they expect her to be excited?
“Speaking of the Games,” they continued, “What have you been preparing for? Anything that you’re worried about?”
She frowned. “Nothing specific,” she said calculatingly. “I’m preparing for everything, really.” The crowd was still watching. Where they’d been screaming for the Careers beforehand, they were still evaluating Elektra. Good. Something I understand.
“How have you been doing that?” Havinia pressed. “We want the details!” They gestured at the crowd, who laughed and clapped obligingly. Probably waiting for District Four to be on already.
“Of course you do.”
That got their attention.
They laughed, repeating it. Like it was a joke. Like it was something that really drew their interest.
“Of course,” Havinia agreed.
“I’ve been planning,” Elektra elaborated. “I’ve calculated the odds based on the other Tributes and potential arena ideas.” Her voice was simple, factual. She never said anything that she didn’t know was true.
“Really?” Havinia asked, like it was a novel idea. “Calculated them all?”
Elektra repressed the urge to roll her eyes. Of course she had. Hadn’t they just labeled her their little genius?
“Yes.”
Silence.
Havinia steamrolled on. “And what were your results?”
Elektra gave her a little smile. “They’re not in my favor.”
The crowd laughed and cheered. They liked that. They liked the simple honesty that she said it with, the reference she’d made to what was practically their motto. They’re Captiolists, after all. Get their attention.
Havinia clapped, smiling. Too broadly. Too brightly. Like Elektra had made a joke. “I appreciate your honesty,” they said. As if their opinion mattered.
Well, she supposed it did. To the audience.
Elektra nodded, brushing a strand of her short hair behind her ear. A simple jade bracelet gleamed on her wrist, the same shade as her eyes. Havinia’s eyes fixed on it. “That’s a lovely bracelet you’re wearing,” they said. “Did you choose it yourself?”
As if anything was left up to Elektra. Her fate had been sealed the second of the Reaping.
“No, I didn’t,” she said, holding up her wrist. “Not specifically.” No elaboration.
“Not specifically?” Havinia raised a brow. Elektra wasn’t that forthcoming with her responses - she didn’t say anything unproven. And she didn’t see the point elaborating about all her answers.
“Well, my stylist asked me what kind of jewelry I wanted,” Elektra conceded, “and I said something simple. She said this would highlight my eyes.”
Havinia nodded. “Clever choice.”
Did they expect a response to that?
Havinia continued quickly, covering the beat of silence. “Speaking of clever, would you say that intelligence is your strength? As I’m sure you know, your brains have impressed the entire Capitol at such a young age.”
It’s not intelligence. It’s logic. Though people like you would probably get them confused.
A smile curved Elektra’s mouth. “I think so,” she replied. “I think wits are more important than strength.”
Havinia nodded sagely, as if she’d said something extraordinarily wise. The crowd was clapping, as if they were finally paying attention.
“And what about training?” Havinia questioned. Going for the weaknesses. “Are you worried that you don’t have any fighting experience?”
Elektra met her eyes. “I am,” she said simply. And she decided to add on to that last sentence, barreling past Havinia’s opening mouth.
“But if I’m as smart as you say I am,” she continued, “I’ll have a strategy ready when that time comes.”
Havinia closed their mouth and nodded. “We can’t wait to see what that will be,” they said, speaking for the whole crowd. The whole Capitol.
And as Elektra left, that Capitol was cheering for her.

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((Holy forking shirt! That's good! Do I have to write an interview? I might but idk if I'll have time to))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(Thank you! Also, the Interviews are optional)

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((Cool thanks!))

[Ayla, Katara]

((I’m working on my interview tonight!))

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((I might do interviews but they're probably gonna be crappy and short))

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((Not 937 words like Audrey's))

[Era ➴, Azula]

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(wtf you counted???)

[Era ➴, Azula]

(also there's not a requirement, it would be good if you had a lot of questions/dialogue since it's, well, an interview, but just make sure your characters are displayed to the Capitol. It's fine if it's short)

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((I used wordcounter.net))

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((I'm working on Kayne's right now. Fey's is gonna be really short because he has stage fright and zero confidence. Apollo's might be fairly short as well because he's gonna keep up a fierce, slightly emo facade so we'll see how that goes XD))

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((So mine was 803 words not 937 but whatever it's good enough))

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Kayne stood impatiently backstage as he waited for his turn to show off in front of the Capitol.
I’m gonna show them I’m a winner. I’m gonna show them I’ve got what it takes. And hopefully I’ll get some sponsors, too. Not hopefully. I will get some sponsors.
His train of thought was cut off when Havinia’s voice echoed throughout the auditorium. “Please welcome Kayne Alina, the heartthrob from District 4!” Kayne smirked.
Heartthrob. I like that.
Cheers rang out as Kayne walked onstage, his shiny teal, black, and gold suit shimmering in the stage lights. He flashed his signature grin at the crowd, whose cheers grew louder. He shook Havinia’s hand as he sat down. “Hello, Kayne!” Havinia said brightly, smiling wide. Kayne smiled lazily back at them.
“Hi, Havinia. It’s a pleasure to be here today among all these fabulous people,” he said to raucous applause. He chuckled softly, almost imperceptibly.
This is too easy.
“Well, I’m glad you think so! How’ve you been enjoying the Capitol during your stay?” asked Havinia, basically implying to anyone with half a brain that Kayne wouldn’t be returning. Kayne ignored this implication, however, and replied with a curt,
“It’s been amazing. I appreciate the hospitality you’ve shown us and all the other tributes.” More clapping.
God, they suck it all up, don’t they?
Havinia flashed Kayne a perfect, pearly-white grin. “That’s great. Now, I’m going to ask you a question we’ve all been dying to ask!”
You haven’t been dying. The kids you’re sending into the arena are gonna be dying. Oh, well. At least I’m not gonna be one of them.
“How did you manage to get a nine as your training score?”
“Well, it was simple, really,” Kayne said with a slight smirk. “I just played to my many strengths and showed off what I could do. Of course it would’ve been higher if I hadn’t engaged in so much chit-chat,” he joked. Havinia laughed like it was the funniest thing ever and the crowd followed suit. And Kayne wasn’t done. “I’m looking forward to showing you just how I got that score once I’m in the arena.” Roaring applause followed this statement.
This is good. They love me so far.
“Well, I guess my next question has already been answered! I was going to ask how confident you felt going into the arena tomorrow, but you seem as confident as ever!” said Havinia. Kayne chuckled again and nodded.
“I’m feeling pretty good about it. Just because I didn’t achieve the highest score out of all the tributes doesn’t mean I can’t perform as well as them. I know what I’m capable of, and I’m definitely capable of just as much as the other tributes,” Kayne said with another confident smirk. The crowd provided another round of applause to this.
One can never be too cocky, right?
“That’s great to hear! I’m sure everyone here is looking forward to seeing your performance in the Games, isn’t that right, everyone?” Havinia said enthusiastically, leading the crowd to another bout of cheering. “Now, I’ve heard about your amazing performance with tridents. How exactly did you get so good at wielding them?”
What kind of question is that? I’m from the fishing District, idiot.
Kayne nodded slowly, pretending like he had to think about it for a moment. “Well… As you all know, I’m from District 4, the fishing District. We’re trained to use tridents from an early age, and if you practice enough and have enough motivation to try and get good at using them, you can really improve quite quickly and sort of hone your skills, you know? It’s the same with wielding knives and learning how to use rope correctly and to your advantage.” Havinia nodded and made a small gesture for Kayne to get up.
“Of course! Well, thank you so much for being here tonight, Kayne! We’ll definitely be cheering you on here at the Capitol!” they said, their amplified voice almost drowned out by the cheers coming from the crowd.
“Thank you, Havinia! And a huge thank you to everyone in the Capitol as well! Good night, everybody!” said Kayne with a grin, trying to secure himself a spot as a favourite, although he already undoubtedly had one of those spots. He blew a kiss to the crowd, who rose up as if to catch it and whose raucous cheering and applause grew even louder, if that was possible. As he walked off the stage, he smirked to himself.
And that, everyone, is how it’s done.
He jogged down the steps to get backstage, then leaned against the wall with a satisfied grin.
Let the Games begin.

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((I only spent like 20 mins on mine lol))

[Ayla, Katara]

((that was great, Nora!!))

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((Haha thx XD I was depressingly uninspired today))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(why is that me trying to write though)
(like roleplays and stuff I will spend HOURS on and actually writing will just be like "she did this because this and I have no idea what she does next")

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((For roleplays it's actually really quick for me to write but when I'm actually trying to write like stories or really long things for rps or articles for the school newpaper my brain's just *blep what's writing?* jsafgkalhjvdasfkjghh))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(me staring at my computer screen while trying to write: what is a thought)
(me roleplaying: yes my bitch is going to do this and this and this and she will be ~dramatic as fuck~ and - )

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((my brain just like forgets how to write when I want to write))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(mine just...does a thing. Like something really unhelpful. Like "what if you learned the Wii channel music on the piano" EXCUSE ME I AM TRYING TO KICK SOMEONE'S ASS)

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((Bruh me tryna write an article for the school newspaper and my brains like "Ooh let's go on YouTube and watch this video of a bunny throwing a temper tantrum" or "Let's watch this cute parakeet compilation" or "Let's go on Picsart and make things because why not" like anything to distract me from doing work because my brain doesn't want me to be successful))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(EXACTLY)

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((XD))

[Ayla, Katara]

((I HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM AUDREY.
I’ll spend like hours on rp stuff, and here’s my problem: I spend an hour “writing” but in that hour I write about 3 words. Or just stare at the screen, convincing myself that I’m “planning”))

[Ayla, Katara]

((And same Nora oh god one time I spent three hours on YouTube watching stuff and it was around 11 at night and I hadn’t even started my homework. But I always have the tab open to reassure myself that “I’ll get to it right after I watch this”))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(I have written)
(half a page)
(in the month of December)
(plus a ten page review, a few 3 -6 page reviews, a few RP characters, most of which are 4 -6 pages long...)

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((U write a lot!!! I don't bc my parents don't like me being on screens too much))

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Ayla wrote: "((And same Nora oh god one time I spent three hours on YouTube watching stuff and it was around 11 at night and I hadn’t even started my homework. But I always have the tab open to reassure myself ..."

((XD same))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(ugh my parents hate me being on my laptop so much but I have to spend 7+ hours on the goddamn thing just to go to school)
(so if I'm going to wreck my eyesight then I might as well get my money's worth)

[Ayla, Katara]

((I have written nothing of my novel in December. That’s mostly because I was taking a break after NaNoWriMo but I’m trying to get back into the swing of things this month. Hopefully I can actually be somewhat productive, I’m starting the second draft tomorrow hopefully. (When I say hopefully, I mean possibly if I don’t procrastinate which I wouldn’t count on)))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(I started my new character in November)
(I'm probably still not done)
(she's eleven pages long)
(THIS IS WHY YOU FUCKING FAILED KINESIOLOGY YOU DUMB BITCH - )

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((I have no novels. I start them and then I give up because my writing is crap–))

[Era ➴, Azula]

sнεяℓσcк нσℓмεs {ι ℓιкε вειиg тнε εтεяиαℓ ѕтυ∂} wrote: "((I have no novels. I start them and then I give up because my writing is crap–))"

(I always start and never get past the fourth chapter)
(except now I'm stuck on the third)
(also your writing is AMAZING)

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((Haha no it's not yours is a billion times better I mean seriously mine is like nothing compared to yours))

[Ayla, Katara]

((The fourth chapter is the point where most people stop. One of my novels that I don’t care about anymore never got past four chapters either))

((Also, Nora, your writing is really really good!!!))

[Era ➴, Azula]

sнεяℓσcк нσℓмεs {ι ℓιкε вειиg тнε εтεяиαℓ ѕтυ∂} wrote: "((Haha no it's not yours is a billion times better I mean seriously mine is like nothing compared to yours))"

(mine is made out of bullshit and procrastination)
(yours is amazinggggg)

[Era ➴, Azula]

(we should change to the chat LMAO)

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((XD maybe lol how long do u take to write ur stuff audrey? I literally spent 20 mins writing Kayne's interview because I'm obv not dedicated enough -_-))

[Era ➴, Azula]

(uhhhhhhhh)
(it depends, sometimes it'll be good and take like ten minutes, or I'll take forever and it'll take up to a month or two)
(like Elektra's interview took maybe thirty minutes)
(but the character I'm working on now has taken six weeks)

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((Oof I make characters in like 30 mins Max))

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Apollo looked at the clock for the millionth time. He was getting tired of waiting for his turn to be gawked at by all the Capitol people. As he suppressed a yawn, he finally heard Havinia call his name. “Everyone, please welcome the archery prodigy from District 12, Apollo Flame!” Apollo snorted.
Prodigy? Seriously? That’s ridiculous. Just because I’m good doesn’t mean I’m a “prodigy.”
Apollo walked out onto the stage, feeling stupid as the bright lights glinted off the silver of his shoes, embroidered jacket, and many, many rings. The crowd clapped politely, cheering some as well. It wasn’t like he’d expected much; to be honest, this was more than he’d been expecting. He wasn’t exactly a crowd favourite. With his cold, off-putting facade and unappealing District, he didn’t even understand why they tried to like him. The crowd quickly shut up and he silently walked to the chair next to Havinia, no smile on his face, no emotion showing whatsoever. Except maybe a bit of a stony glare. It was the best he could do for now. Havinia gave Apollo a cheerful grin. “Hello, Apollo! We’re delighted to have you here tonight!” Apollo nodded stiffly.
“Thanks. It’s, uh… It’s good to be here,” he said, hoping the lie wasn’t too evident.
“So…” Havinia began, trying to find something to work with. “Your stylist did an excellent job with your outfit, don’t you think? It’s very eye-catching!”
Duh. It’s shiny and silver. How could it not be eye-catching?
Apollo didn’t exactly know how to respond to this without being rude, so he simply said, “Thanks.” Havinia sighed, having nothing to go on. They tried again.
“How are you feeling, knowing you’ll be in the arena this time tomorrow?” they prompted.
Well, I’m going to die soon, so I’m not exactly happy-go-lucky right now.
Apollo bit his lip as he thought of how to reply without coming off as too much of a jack-a**. “Well, I… I guess I’m feeling okay about it because I got a decent training score, he said. Havinia opened their mouth to respond but Apollo barrelled past them, not finished. “But at the same time I’m having to cope with my impending demise, so I’m not exactly doing great, either.”
Sh*t. That wasn’t supposed to come out.
“Oookay,” said Havinia slowly, not quite sure what to say. “Well, I’m sorry you’re feeling that way,” they finally said lamely. Some of the members of the crowd nodded slightly. “Erm, who… Who’s back home in District 12 rooting for you right now?”
Ha, ha, very funny. Was that supposed to be a joke?
Apollo pursed his lips. “Well, my dad’s dead, and I haven’t got any siblings, and I guess it’s not like my mom can do anything else because she’s been sick for as long as I remember so I suppose when she’s not sleeping she’ll be watching me, as long as there’s someone there who’s gonna take care of her. Otherwise she’s gonna die while I’m battling for my life,” he said coldly.
Why not tell them how you really feel? It’s not like you were gonna get any sponsors, anyway.
Apollo stood up. “We’re done here,” he spat, then walked off the stage before Havinia or anyone else could say another word.
Screw it. I’m dead anyway.

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Fey chewed on his lower lip as he waited nervously backstage for his interview. He had terrible stage fright and hadn’t known this until he was reaped. His long, heavy cloak felt like it was trying to pull him backwards. At least that would’ve saved him from going onstage, and in a ridiculous outfit no less. It was at that moment when he heard his name called. “Please welcome to the stage the adorable District 5 tribute, Fey Clark!” Havinia’s enthusiastic voice boomed throughout the auditorium. Fey winced but slowly walked onstage, heart pounding in his chest. He could barely walk in his stupid outfit which showed off most of his scrawny torso except for the corset-like waist and threatened to tip him over at any moment. The crowd looked at him and he could see several people trying to suppress laughs and smiles. He fought back tears, just wanting to curl up and die. He reached the chair and awkwardly sat down around his huge costume. “Hello, Fey,” said Havinia sweetly, clearly able to tell Fey was terrified.
“H-hi,” Fey squeaked. Havinia’s face softened even more.
“Are you okay?” they asked, clearly concerned. Fey swallowed, trembling.
“Y-yeah,” he managed to reply, voice quivering. He gripped the edges of the chair, trying to stop himself from shaking. He felt like he was gonna throw up. Havinia nodded with a sympathetic smile.
“Alright. I’m gonna ask you a couple questions, okay?” Fey nodded in response, taking shaky deep breaths. “How’re you feeling considering the Games start tomorrow?” Havinia asked gently.
“I’m s-scared,” he stammered, willing the tears to go away that came with the thoughts. “I kn-know I’m gonna d-die, b-but I d-don’t wanna die.” The tears came anyway. Great. Now he was crying on stage in front of millions of people. Havinia handed Fey a box of tissues and Fey took one, trying to wipe the tears away that just kept on coming.
“Your training score wasn’t too great, was it?” said Havinia, shaking their head. “I can understand why you’d be scared.” Fey nodded.
“I-it was t-terrible. I g-got a th-three,” he sobbed. “A-and now I’m g-gonna be everyone’s f-first t-target.” Havinia didn’t seem to know how to respond to this so instead they helped Fey up.
“You don’t need to stay up here any longer if you don’t want to. Why don’t you go and get some rest before tomorrow?” they said softly. Fey gave a weak, grateful smile.
“T-thanks,” he mumbled before hurrying offstage.
“Everyone give it up for Fey Clark from District 5!” Havinia said kindly, trying to make Fey feel better. However, what did not make him feel better was the short, quiet applause that followed.
I guess that’s “giving it up” when it comes to be, Fey thought sadly as he ran as far from the stage area as he possibly could. He at least wanted some alone time before he died the next day.

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((I so want a tribute with DID smhsdkajfhdksjghd))

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((Bc it's fun to rp someone with DID idk I just think it's interesting to write about))

[Ayla, Katara]

Amarissa waited backstage, her body thrumming with energy. She was dressed her best, as always, and she appreciated the fact that her stylist had taken time to make the dress suitable to her preferences.
The turquoise dress dipped off her left shoulder, a jeweled pattern covering her the top of her body. The sleeve on her right side had a feather right where the arm met the shoulder. The sleeve was a lace material with blue flowers matching the color of her dress.
The dress ended in a pantsuit-like fashion with ruffles down her left leg and a small train behind her. She wore gold heels that paired with the dress, and her lips were a piercing red that matched the streaks in her black eyes.
Her dark hair was done up in a high ponytail. For once, Amarissa knew that she couldn’t wear the hairclip. Sentiments were a harsh reminder that nothing lasted forever. And she didn’t need that distracting her. Her stylist had wanted to use makeup to cover up her scar, but she had firmly refused. If she had scars, she was going to wear them proudly.
“Ladies and gentleman, please welcome our favorite Amarissa Cortez from District 4!” Havinia announced, beaming as she walked out onto the stage. The crowd roared, clapping and c
“You’re looking stunning tonight,” They said as she took her seat.
“As I should be,” She muttered under her breath, putting on a smile for the sake of the show. She couldn’t get rid of the coldness beneath the smile, but in some ways, it could help her. They needed a cruel and ruthless tribute, didn’t they? “Thank you for having me,” She said politely.
“So, how are you doing tonight?” Havinia asked, starting the interview off with the question they asked everyone.
“Fine, fine,” Amarissa replied airily. “How are you?”
Havinia looked surprised, but they answered anyway. “I’m doing well! The interviews are running smoothly, and it’s nice getting to know the tributes.”
Before they die, she bit her lip, not quite concealing the grin from her face. They all die. She nodded understandingly, malice lacing her smile.
“So, Amarissa,” Havinia leaned in close, as if telling a secret, “we all want to know more about you. The Capitol is dying to know the details. You’ve made yourself quite a mysterious tribute, as you may know, and a lot of people have their eyes on you.”
The crowd clapped and shouted, in complete agreement with Havinia’s words. Who was this girl from four? What was she like? What was her family like?
“My life wasn’t very interesting,” Amarissa lied easily. “I grew up in four, trained at the academy. I was top of the academy, of course,” she conceded. Might as well have fun with this. While it lasts.
The crowd cheered approvingly, and Havinia nodded. “As expected. So you were well trained, then? No worries about the other tributes?”
“Oh, I have worries,” She replied vaguely. “But they’re of no concern.” She’d certainly had her share of second thoughts. Tributes could get in her way, the Peacekeepers…she almost shuddered, but she kept the smile on her face and gave no sign of her inner thoughts.
Yes, tributes could get in her way.
But she would just knock them down.
Havinia tried to contemplate what she’d said, but they had no room to allow silence. “Good, good. Now, you got a score of 11. Tied with Almana from one for the highest training score!”
The crowd cheered again. Her score gave them all the more reason to make her their favorite.
“Tell me, how did you do that?” They continued.
“Skill,” Amarissa replied evenly. “Skill and wits. Maybe luck helps too,” she gave a little laugh and the audience laughed with her. In truth, she had not a single drop of luck. Only for the sake of the crowd had she said that.
“Impressive. And what would you say gives you the biggest advantage in the arena?” Havinia pressed, happy for the the interactive crowd.
“People tend to underestimate me. I’m small. I don’t look athletic. But let me assure them, if they dare underestimate me, I’ll make sure they regret it.” The crowd went absolutely wild at that, loving her danger and sass. Of course they didn’t know that it was just an act, just a mask.
Havinia smiled from ear to ear at her response. “Sleep with one eye open, folks,” they advised, laughing at their own words.
That’s right. Sleep with one eye open. Because you won’t realize what’s happening until the storm hits you.
“Last question,” Havinia proceeded. “Do you think you have what it takes to be the Victor of this year’s annual hunger games?” The question hung in the air, the crowd falling silent as they waited to hear her response.
Amarissa hesitated a moment. Then, she replied, deathly quiet. “I have more than what it takes. And no one will forget it.” I have more than what it takes to be the Victor. I’m using that not to become the Victor, but to destroy the chances. Destroy everything. And get my revenge.
The crowd burst into cheering, applause, and chanting her name. Havinia looked more than pleased with her performance. “Please give it up for Amarissa of District 4!” They held out their hand and Amarissa took it, lingering a moment to give them an icy, twisted smile, her black eyes boring into their skull. Havinia’s eyes widened slightly but the crowd clapped and cheered behind them.
Amarissa walked off the stage, knowing that she’d made her mark on Havinia.
And soon enough, she’d make her mark on everyone else.

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((SO GOOD WTAF Another example of "Nora can't write"))