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Scarlett Whelan
Seventeen | 17 | XVII
District Two
Chariot Ride
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"What does this have to do with masonry?!" Scarlett seethed at her stylist. The dress itself was okay, but too flashy for something as boring as bricks. "I look like a glowing lightbulb from goodness sakes- and last time I checked, I wasn't from District Five." With that she flipped off his response with a whip of her fishtail braid. At least my hair isn't that bad She stepped into the chariot and couldn't restrain despite her disappointment with her costume from petting one of the coal black horses. It was evening, and her outfit would be seen from miles away, that was about the only thing that she liked about it. She waited impatiently for District One to pass in front of her, and the moment her horses lurched forward, she was blinded by the light. Wow.. She suddenly couldn't restrain from smiling and waving, and blowing kisses. She caught flowers, and even entwined a few in her ginger hair. It was a nice complement, she supposed. But then, as the President began his speech, she turned into a different person entirely. Her smile had vanished, and was now a small smirk, Her eyes were no longer joyous, they were narrowed with more than one hint of danger. And she also stared at the President, completely emotionless until the speech was over. Then, she was her normal sarcastic and arrogant self again.
Interview
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Scarlett's stylist had gone on and on about how much he wished his tribute had been a blonde instead of a redhead. Talk about offensive. Apparently, he's had an orange and red dress ready in the making for the interviews, but Scarlett couldn't wear it because everybody knows never to dress a redhead in red or orange. But this dress that Scarlett wore, was perfect to her. Her hip length hair was almost longer than the short dress itself, giving it a cute and almost snarky effect. The heels gave her three more inches of height that actually weren't needed, but whatever. And luckily, her stylist hadn't made her wear her hair up in some flower decorated updo, just dyed it a dark, spicy red instead and left it down. Finally, after the One male finished, she felt a shove on her back. "Go on now." It was her stylist. "Sure thing, Sargent," she snapped, but put on a sweet smile as she strode out..
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Scarlett Whelan, District Two! That was Caesar Flickerman's voice, obviously. He was smiling straight at her, meaning to be relaxing, but instead she just found it downright creepy. But she knew she had to act out her interview; she had been planning for quite the while, actually. Hello, Caesar! She said, taking a seat, brushing her hair off to the side in one swift movement. Scarlett, you look simply gorgeous tonight, don't you all agree?! The Capitol crowd started screaming their heads off. Typical. This was the point where she should say the same for him. Thanks! Considering his next question, he still wanted to comment on her appearance, Your hair is awfully bright, if you don't mind me saying He says, looping a strand around his finger. It set off her temper, as well. Don't touch my hair! It came off much more harshly than she expected, but she wasn't about to apologize. Caesar flashed her a quirky smile, letting her strands of hair loose, not really deterred. Sorry, love Love, love?! No one ever called her love. Ever. Don't call me that either! She exclaims, using the same harsh tone as before, she got her point through this time though. Her strategy was going entirely off track, but she had a new one in mind now anyways. Anyways, Scarlett, do you have any plans for the games? She smiled devilishly, I'll share one with you, just one. You know that crazy accent the Capitol citizens have? I'll just start taking in that to the tribute facing me in the final battle, distract them, and stab them in the heart! Scarlett laughed slightly after that, and the crowd was dead silent. Suddenly a few people started cheering, seeming not to take offensive about their accents. Then the entire crowd was cheering, some yelling out that they were sure she would be Victor. Hopefully those were the Sponsors. Oh my, that would be quite gruesome.. Caesar says, and she thinks she sees a flicker of worry flash in his eyes. I'm not one of those girly girls from One, I don't care about getting my hands dirty. Caesar laughs, Do explain more on that! Scarlett smirked and opened her small handbag. Whether it's with lead She pulled one out of her bag and made three pencil marks across her right cheek, Or even blood. At this she pulled out of her purse a vial of blood, and made three blood streaks across her left cheek. As long as I'm Victor.The Capitol was mesmerized, and slowly smiles grew on their surgically altered faces. My.. Caesar had no words as he too was amazed, Now, what do you think of the Capitol? She thought for a moment, not sure what to say. But she ended up shrugging. The Capitol's just the Capitol, I guess, I mean it's just a bit busier than Two, and way more ridiculous than all of the districts combined, but otherwise there isn't really anything special about it other than the food. Scarlett knew she was being rather daring with her words, but knew that the interview was almost ending. Oh.. Finally, Scarlett, is there anyone you're trying to win the games for? Scarlett laughed, her eyes narrowed with an evil tint to them, The only person I'm winning for in myself, I hate to disappoint by dying, although, Caesar, I think we both know that's not going to happen.. Caesar nods although Scarlett's confidence scares him in a way, I agree with you on this last part.. But then the buzzer rang, cutting him off. I'm afraid out time's up! The Capitol, I give you Scarlett Whelan, District Two! The crowd erupted then, and Scarlett wished she had earplugs. More and more people that were yelling that she would be Victor, and she felt roses entwine themselves in her hair and make a path to the exit of the interview stage area. She saw jewels dot the floor randomly, and people jump up and down clapping as she left Caesar and the rest behind.
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District Five
Chariots:
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Leah wasn’t a fan of the outfit. It was all too showy for her, and the electricity buzzing all around her seemed all too real. It wasn’t of course, but it certainly seemed like it was. She gazed in the full length mirror at herself, and thought of just how ridiculous the braids looked. Leah had the undeniable urge to yank them out and let her hair fall loose. However, she knew that her stylist would slaughter her, literally, so she kept herself from pulling them out. She gave herself one last glance, shrugged, and walked down the hall to the chariot, which was waiting for her. She wasn’t as impressed by the chariot as she was the completely black horses that were pulling it. The pair were beautiful, sleek and dangerous-looking, but were the sweetest things when Leah gave them attention. She spent as much time as she could with the horses, that is, she was with them until her mentor had yelled at her three times and was about ready to pick her up and throw her into the chariot. Leah obeyed, and stepped into the chariot only moments before it lurched forward. She almost fell, but caught herself on the railing. She straightened herself, wanting to look confident but not haughty. Oh, and the braids. She yanked them out, allowing her blonde hair to fall to it’s usual place, the middle of her shoulder blade.
The crowd was quite a sight, and Leah was almost startled by the Capitol’s odd sense of fashion. People were dressed in large, poofy or spiky outfits with so much color and print it made her eyes hurt. A large number of them had obviously undergone plastic surgery, for their faces looked… Weirder. Almost like they were too perfect looking. It made Leah laugh, and smile a bit as she continued to wave at the citizens of the Capitol like she was instructed to. She really wasn’t feeling it, but the ridiculousness of it all made her want to smile. The chariot rolled up to the podium where the despised President Snow stood, overlooking all of them. Leah only half listened to the speech he gave, not really interested in what he had to say. She returned to her rooms that night, still amused at how ridiculous the Capitol’s fashion was.
Interviews:
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Leah waited on the side of the stage, debating what tactic to take. Initially, she had planned to use humor, but now? She wasn’t so sure. Leah squared her shoulders and listened to the person before hers’ interview, the male of District Four. She wasn’t all that impressed, so when her name was announced and Caesar extended his hand towards her, she ascended the stairs, careful not to fall in her annoying heels. She made her way across the stage and took her seat, taking a bit longer than others might have. She waved to the audience, who’s cheers were obnoxiously loud. Perhaps she was taking the interviews all too seriously, but they were an important part of winning sponsors, so she needed to be careful when she spoke.
”My, my Ms. Leah,” Caesar said, starting the interview off with his comic smile. ”Why so slow on the stairs? A fear of them?” Caesar chuckled again. Leah wasn’t particularly thrilled with his first question, but she had to answer it. She forced a smile.
“No, no. Nothing like that,” she said with a small laugh, a forced one, but it wasn’t like anyone would be able to tell. “It was more me trying to keep myself from falling in these Goddamn heels.” Caesar and the audience both chuckled, causing the corners of Leah’s mouth to turn up. Perhaps she would be using humor as her strategy after all, or maybe it would just come up in the conversation, just like it had only moments before.
”I see,” Caesar replied. ”So… About your costume at the chariot parade… How was that for you? It looked spectacular from where I was looking, I’ll tell you that.”
“Well,” Leah replied, exhaling in a laugh-like fashion. “You see, I thought the outfit was entirely too skimpy, and every time a bolt of that electricity flashed in front of my face it gave me a heart attack. Honestly, I thought I was going to die every time it went anywhere near my face.” She motioned with her hand to show how close it came, bringing some chuckles from the audience.
”It’s a good thing you didn’t die though,” Caesar said, turning to face the audience. “Otherwise we’d have no games! Am I right ladies and gentlemen?” The roars of the studio audience were deafening, almost to the point where Leah wanted to cover her ears. Instead, she took it as an opportunity to bring a bit more humor, or what she hoped the Capitol would find humorous, into the interview. She wiggled her ear with her hand, pretending to be stopping what would be a ringing sound, that was, if her ears were actually ringing. They weren’t.
“God you guys are loud,” she said with a wink, bringing a bout of laughter from the audience, just as she had hoped she’d be able to. Caesar chuckled again, smoothing out his suit before continuing with the interview.
”So Leah, what have you enjoyed about the Capitol during your time here?” Caesar asked. It was a boring question, there wasn’t much Leah could use as an answer, so she decided to simply be honest with him. She bit her lip as she considered her answer.
“Hmm,” Leah mused, still finalizing what she was going to say. There were several obvious answers, but she wanted to choose something slightly unusual. “I like the architecture.” Caesar nodded, seemingly impressed at Leah’s answer.
”Interesting. Brains and beauty from this one, eh?” Caesar said, motioning to the audience to involve them yet again. They screamed, louder than before, which caused Leah to laugh and shake her head.
“Please, there’s so much I don’t know,” Leah said, keeping her answer humble. “I wouldn’t call myself very brainy.”
”Isn’t there some quote that says ‘a man who knows what he doesn’t know is the smartest’, or something like that?” Caesar replied, as though proving that Leah was indeed quite smart. He smiled before he continued. ”You were so humble about your intelligence, but I heard absolutely nothing about the latter of that statement. The beauty?” He gave Leah a knowing glance and smile, to which Leah couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well,” she said, flipping her hair back with a teasing smile. “I mean, look at me.” The crowd laughed again, as did Caesar, who, in addition to laughing, nodded with a wink.
"Yes, yes. Of course," he said, still chuckling. "Now tell me Leah, and be honest with me, do you think you can do it? Win the games I mean?" Leah sucked in a breath. To ask a tribute from Five that question, well, that meant something.
"Well," Leah replied, choosing her words carefully. "I think I have a shot, yeah. But I can guarantee one thing, and that's that I'll sure as hell be trying." The audience clapped as the buzzer sounded, ending the interview. Caesar kissed her hand and wished her well before she waved to the audience and made her way off the stage.
Enika MatthewsDistrict Three
Chariot Ride
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Enika quite liked her chariot costume. The dress was tight and made up of metallic silver-gold panels, with a straight neckline. Enika’s shoes were fancy things, leaving her feet in awkward positions, they were so high. Her makeup was dramatic and shimmery, her hair in a slightly flatter version of her usual bob. Standing in her chariot with its grey horses which seemed to have dyed gold manes, Enika readied herself for the crowd, remembering her mentor’s, and her own, advice. She must be noticed and be liked. The District Three chariot drew out into the city and Enika straightened her back, smiling. Her eyes travelled over the crowd of painted Capitol faces. From the screams surrounding her, she could almost make out her name. She retained the tall posture, the winning smile, as they stopped before the President, Enika not really concentrating on the speech. Once they had arrived back, Enika returned to her rooms. She needed to get ready for her training tomorrow.
Interview
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Enika surveyed herself as she sat awaiting her interview. Her outfit was interesting, not exactly what she would have chosen for herself. She generally preferred a bolder style. Not that she disliked the dress, no, it was beautiful. The bodice was covered in silver diamond shapes which cascaded down to the skirt as if they were glass. Her skirt was short, pale pink and made of layers of gauze. There were a couple of heavy bracelets on her wrists and long dangling earrings almost skimmed her shoulders. Her shoes were pale pink low wedges with diamond exploding things (or whatever they were meant to be) on the toes; her make-up, natural and glossy. The outfit suited Enika’s soft appearance, she thought, but not her personality. But, oh well, her stylist and mentor were the experts, right? She felt a twinge. Amie would love this dress.
Enika’s attention was caught by her name, being spoken loudly. By Caesar. Quickly, Enika rose and made her ascent to the stage, just remembering to smile and look graceful.
“Here she is!” Caesar smiled at the audience. ”A little distracted there, Miss Enika? Nerves, perhaps?”
She laughed. “Well there’s a lot to be distracted by here. I was just admiring the wonderful clothes.” Complement the Capitol. Everyone likes people who like them.
“Ah, the clothes. Well I’m sorry to have stopped you! Tell me, Enika- You obviously find the Capitol and its fashion brilliant, but are there things you are missing from District Three?”
Ok, don’t sound too emotionless, but don’t sound too emotional. She answered smoothly. “Oh, it’s all so exciting here; I’ve barely had time to miss home! But, yes. I miss my family and friends of course.” She smiled. Alright, but a bit vague. Caesar seemed to think so too.
“I’m sure they’re missing having a lovely young lady like you gone as well. What about anyone else? Any special person back home?”
Enika gave an enigmatic smile to the audience. “Perhaps…” Keep them wondering. Caesar chuckled.
“Enika, one more question. I am sure we would all like to know how you are feeling about this year’s Games.”
“I have a number of plans. The tributes are certainly interesting, and I’m looking forward to seeing what the arena is like.” Looking forward?!
“And aren’t we all? Thank you very much, Miss Enika Matthews of District Three!”
Enika left the stage. It had flown by. Maybe not as memorable an interview as she would have liked though.
Caritta Willow16
District 11
Chariot Ride
Dress
Hair
Caritta was quite pleased with her dress. It wasn't too flashy and didnt make her look stupid, like some of the other districts did. However, she didnt think the stylist had matched the colour too well with her skin tone. But that would have to do. She was satisfied that she wouldn't draw attention to herself by looking like this and would therefore not be remembered by the other tributes. That was her plan.
The chariot was entwined with willow branches and berries, quite fitting for her, as she was Caritta Willow. and the horses were a chestnut brown.
Caritta didn't really react towards the crowd. She just stared into the cameras, the same way that she usually stared at people. When a flower landed at her feet she ignored it completely. She hoped to show the capital that she wasn't pleased to be here, but she was here because she didnt think they should murder children.
Interview
Dress
Carittas stylist seemed to have a small imagination. Not that that bothered her, but it certainly seemed to bother her mentor. Caritta like her somple green dress. He had kept saying how, subsequently, she needed to make an impact in the interview. 'Like hell. ' she had thought. She would do nothing to draw attention to herself.
She was also glad that her stylist put her hair up again, this time wreathing it with flowers; it seemed to be the only thing they were good at. Also, it meant she wouldn't be as recognisable to the other tributes. She could only hope that her district partner died in the bloodbath, as he was the only one who might truly remember her.
She also wore no shoes. She didnt really need the extra height and she disliked shoes a lot.
Caritta had no real plan for the interview; her mentor had given up almost as soon as they had begun and she couldn't say she blamed him.
Trishan, her stylist pushed her onto the stage.
" ladies and gentlemen, I give you Caritta Willow of District 11!" Ceasar Flickerman was smiling at her. She didnt smile back. Instead, she stared stonily and went to sit in the white chair.
" Hello Caritta. " Caesar said, trying to being her into the conversation. Caritta knew that by remaining silent she would attract more attention to herself than by answering.
" hi ceasar. " she replied seriously, absentmindedly twirling a piece of hair round her finger.
" wow Caritta!" Ceasar tried to make up for her lack of enthusiasm. " you pull this luck off really well! I can really see district 11 coming through, especially with your hair. "
" thank you Caesar. " Caritta replied again.
"Now, speaking of your home district, I must ask about your reaping. I'm under the impression you volunteered. Did you know the girl personally?"
" no Caesar. I didnt. " Caritta replied shortly.
" then why did you volunteer for her?" He asked, attempting to make her elaborate.
" because I don't think murdering young children is right. " Caritta said firmly, getting a gasp from the audience. She decided to reign it in a bit.
"And yet you put yourself out here instead. Surely that upset you family. "
" no. Actually. " Caritta sighed. " both my parents died a while ago. " she hoped he wouldn't sympathise, and he could probably see this in her tight expression, so he didnt.
" but there must be someone you care about?" Caesar asked kindly. " did you have a boyfriend?"
" I did. But we broke up before I left. " Caritta said, closing the matter. What she didnt say, was that what she wanted more than anything was to go back to him. And she would try to make that possible. She had promised herself that.
"So you're trying to get back to him?" Caritta bit her lip and looked into the camera, lying outright.
"Like I said, we broke up. " Caesar dropped the subject just as the buzzer rang.
" ladies and gentlemen, miss Caritta Willow of district 11!"
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I'm leaving this to your imagination! You can either full out write it like its a part of a book or list the tribute name, district, costume, actions towards crowd, etc.
For the interview:
This is also fully up to you. I'm letting you decide where it goes, what's asked, and all that. You will be interviewed by Caesar Flickerman.
If you are lacking inspiration or want to just do the basics, you can do it in a Q&A format. With a list of questions and their answers. If you are feeling more creative and have time, you can full out write it all.
Here's a few topics you may wish to bring up: relationships, skills, what will get them through the arena, or what they think of the Capitol.
Have at it!