Hunger Games Roleplay discussion

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You can now write your interviews! They'll just be in random order! You will be Caesar and your tribute when writing. Look back in the interview topic for the last Games if you need!

Thomas walked in looking amazing. He was wearing a priate sort of outfit with a blue vest that went down to his knees and a dagger at his hips. Leather boots completed the outfit. Including his muscles, and his amazing build he was easily going to be a favorite among the citizens.

"Well, well, well" Caser whistled his hair firery RED. "I must say, you look fantastic" he said. Many girls in the audience had fainted when he'd come in.

"Thank you Ceaser" Thomas said graciously. "I must say with your hair you look.. almost young"

Caesar's face turned the same shade as his hair while the Capitol people roared with laughter. Choking and snorting they eventually quieted down. How dumb are you guys. Thomas thought. One of your own people just got insulted

Caesar tried to recover. "Well thank you" he said. "Now, what do you think you're greatest asset is?"

Thomas pretended to think about it. "I think I'll have to keep that a secret" he said. The people of the capitol groaned. "I think you guys will like it though!"

Caesar pretended to be in pain. "You really know how to make us suffer!" he said. Given the fact I'm about to go into the arena, it seems fitting Thomas thought.

"You'll see!" He said with a wink.

"Have you met any girl that's caught your eye here?" Caeser asked.

Thomas hesitated. He hadn't expected this question. "There is one girl" he said honestly. "It's like I can't get her mad! She's always patient with me even when I don't deserve it." his face turned red bring snickers and aw's to the crowd. That's right. As I confess to you who I care about and am about to die, laugh at me

"Well" Caesar said. "I'm sure, if you win, she;ll have to say yes. Am i right?" he shouted to the crowd.

Thomas sighed. "This is the Capitol" he said sadly. "I'm from the Districts, what chance to I have to stay with her?"

"Love" Caesar said quietly. "Love is what chance you have with her."

"But what can love do?" Thomas asked sadly. "After I fight and murder people out of cold blood how can she love me?"

The buzzar rang ending their conversation even though people in the crowd were shouting for. "Give it up to Thomas Bard!" Cheers roared for him and Thomas managed to choke out a "thank you" before walking unsteadily off stage.

But they didn't know what he knew. He had fallen in love with an Avox. How could they end up together?

((oh shieeeet))

Carmen flounces onto the stage, a fake smile on her lips. She likes how the spotlight dazzled onto her features and seems to make herself glow.
Like an angel...
The only thing I can never become.
Caesar's voice echoes almost grandiosely throughout the stage, announcing Carmen's arrival.
"And now, the very beautiful Carmen Celestine from 7!"
Carmen flips her hair, and winks at the audience, a little trick she had used oh-so-many times.
She pimply sits onto the chair that was designated for her and smiles once more at the audience.
Anything to charm them into liking me, she thinks a bit darkly.
“So!” Caesar grins with fake joy. “Tell us a bit about your score – a five. Pretty good for an outlier tribute, wouldn’t you think?”
Carmen grins, pretending not to have been disappointed in herself at all. “Of course! Many do not get anywhere close to that score,” she outrightly lies. She leans in towards Caesar, like making a confession: “And between us two… I don’t think I was trying my best,” she adds with another wink – also a blatant lie.
But she seems to convince the crowd, who cheers moderately.
Moderately is enough, Carmen reassures herself interiorly.
“So,” Caesar continues brightly. “Tell us a little about home!”
Carmen feels her stomach tighten and she tries not to flinch. “Home…is good,” she lies with a bit of a shaky breath. She straightens and reminds herself in her mind to act confident. “I’ve got quite the career, actually. I live in the Capitol, singing, performing, living life to its best.”
She gives a happy little sigh, pretending that she had happy memories left –which she didn’t—and gives another dazzling smile. “People say I sing marvelously, you know?”
More cheers erupts in the room, making Carmen relax.
A little.
“And who do you have back home?”
Her stomach tightens a little at the thought of Nico. How she misses him… and the taste of his lips on hers…
“I have…a special little someone..” she breaths, trying to make it seem as romantic as possible. “We’ve shared so many good moments together…”
Another lie.
Caesar raises an eyebrow. “Really?” he says, sounding too interested for it to be comfortable.
“Yes,” Carmen says, forcing her tone to harden into determination. “And I plan on coming back to him.”
“Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, Carmen Celestine of District 7!”
Cheers cascades from both of her sides, thought the cheering wasn’t as loud as for the Previous Careers.
She lets herself relax once more, flashes a dazzling smile, then flounces off stage.
You got their attention. Now, give them a reason to validate that attention.
And maybe show off your beauty, too.
She winces at the thought, but keeps her head held tall as she advances backstage.
Do what you need to do to live. That’s all you’ve been living for, hasn’t it?

Erika brushes to one side of her face her curly hair, and examines herself in the mirror backstage. She looks alright, she guesses. Sure, her face could be a little thinner, and her freckles could be less invading her face, and, well, the dress she was forced to wear could be less revealing, but fuck it, right?
As long as the Capitol likes her, she’d be fine.
Not that you care what they think about you, she snaps at herself. You don’t need ‘em. You don’t need anyone.
“And now, we have the stunning Erika Nel, from District 9!” Caesar calls out.
Erika rolls her eyes -- how many adjectives for ‘beautiful’ does he fuckin’ have?--, before walking up the stage.
She keeps a smile frozen on her face as she walks towards the stage. She may not be the best at being social, but she knows when to act like a crowd-pleaser when she has to.
She waves at the crowd, like she’d wave to the people of her District during her family’s elections, but is a bit disappointed when they don’t cheer.
She sits down, trying not to seem a little pissed to be here.
--Because fuckin’ obviously, I’m about to go die--
“So, how has your stay been in the Capitol so far?” Caesar asks brightly.
Erika forces to smile. “Oh, it’s been wonderful,” she lies, pretty convincingly.
Oh, the Capitol was just wonderful when they were giving me access to weapons. Now that they’ve given me a reason to use them? Not so much.
“They really spoil us, y’know,” she cracks a joking grin. “Somehow more than my father.”
Not that my father fuckin’ spoils me. He’s just rich. Very rich.
That’s all.
Caesar laughs and the crowd does to.
Like music to my ears, Erik thinks bittersweetly.
“Well, your family seems very interesting,” Caesar says so fakely it grates at Erika’s temper like nails on a chalkboard.
“What does your family do, exactly?” Caesar continues, as if he was proving he was ‘interested’.
Erika grins a bit too sharply for it to be a real grin. “We basically lead the District 9 industry. Sell grains aaaall over Panem. Especially in the Capitol,” she adds, to add ‘interest’ to her statement.
Caesar nods, impressed.
“We also ran for mayor few times, we succeeded once, came second the other two times,” she says, flipping her hair a bit to add impressiveness to her statement.
“That’s amazing!” Caesar crows, and cheers appear in the crowd.
So apparently, they give a fuck only if I have money? Well then.
“So, do you consider yourself a feisty person?” Caesar asks, leaning in towards her.
“Uh…” Erika is a bit surprised at the question. But then she snaps back into her mask: “Well, yes, I guess you could say that,” she gives a bright, snarky grin, to add dimension to her words. “Like, when bitches keep bitchin’, I can promise you I won’t tolerate that bullshit.”
Caesar widens his eyes comically at such an amount of swearing --though to Erika, it doesn’t seem like much—and then leans back and laughs, impressed, as if he had eaten something particularly spicy.
Which, Erika guesses, wasn’t that far from the truth.
She certainly was spicy.
“Well, that will do you wonderfully in the arena!” Caesar clamors.
And Erika responds, adding a curse for good effect: “It fuckin’ will.”
Laughs and claps start erupting in the crowd.
Finally winning these people over. Goddamn, did it take some time!
“Last question:” Caesar promises joyously. “Who do you have to come back to?”
Erika’s face falls for a split-second. She picks it up immediately, but the hurt still lingers within her heart.
“I have…my family,” she says, really trying to bring conviction to her words. But failing. “And me.”
She takes a breath she wishes she had enough time to make deep.
“And my determination is all that matters. Cuz I got everything I need. and I sure as hell will win, with only myself. Cuz I only need myself.”
Cheers burst in the crowd, making Erika a bit pleased with her ‘punchline’.
But as she makes her way downstage, the thoughts still echo in her mind.
Who do you have for you? Who will miss you if you—when you go?
If you can love yourself, if you can’t save yourself-
Who will?

Ethan walks causally onstage, a small smile on his face. Everything around him... the glimmering crystal chandeliers, the people practically embezzled, the gold shining everywhere, the polished mirrors on the edge of backstage...
It all made his head spin with wonder, made him get lost in all the intricacies of the richness of the Capitol.
And all this power...
And all this beauty...
He tries not to gasp as he sits down on the chair where all the previous tributes had sat.
Caesar smiles at him, almost sympathetically, at his awe.
"And now," Caesar says to the crowd, "We have the respectable Ethan Bean!"
Emotions flood Ethan's mind when people start clapping.
Moderately clapping.
But still.
The people he had long venerated are here, clapping for him?
But then, one stone-heavy thought crashes into all of the others and makes them drown.
They are clapping at me. Because they are sending me to their deaths.
A small shiver went down his spine and his look of awe faded away.
"I've heard you and your family were quite ardent Capitol supporters," Caesar starts, sounding interested.
"Uh, yea," Ethan says awkwardly, surprised that the Capitol even knew that. "We were, like, um, supporters 'n' stuff. We would, like, fight back 'n' stuff when people would curse you' names."
Caesar lifts an impressed eyebrow. "Oh, really? Well thank you so much for your honor, to come here to the Games."
"Y- Yea?" Ethan asks, a bit trembling now, not sure at all what to say, what to do. "I mean, it's not like I volunteered, yanno?"
"Oh, of course," Caesar laughs too loudly for it to be real. "But you, you, you seem to recognize the honor of being Reaped into our Games. You seem to be grateful."
"Uh...," Ethan's mind practically froze for a second as he tries to digest Caesar's words.
So...
I didn't commit a crime?
This is a honor?
They noticed me? Us? My family??
"Uh...," Ethan tries to continue speaking. "Well, yea, I do guess that, yea, uh, we've seen your pure intentions, and, well, we'd all like to thank you for our luck."
Caesar grins, as if this were the first time he heard a tribute speak these words.
--It probably was--
"So, how's that wonderful family of yours now?" Caesar asks, still smiling very largely.
"Uh... they're doin' great, yea, yea," Ethan nods enthusiastically, trying to find the right words. "I just-- ah, well, they are kinda lackin' food."
Caesar's eyes widen with --mock-- worry. "Oh, really?" he says, voice flooded with pity. "Well, I promise you that we'll send some good things for your family, alright?"
"Uh-- okay?" Ethan says, and a bit of weight released from his mind. "Great! Thanks so much! But uh...if I win, do they, like, get more?"
"Of course! If you win, your whole district gets so much more!"
"'Kay!" A big smile splits Ethan's face. He stands up. "Well, Imma win! For my family, for my district, and for you! For the Capitol!"
Cheers erupt in the room, finally, though it is more meager, more hesitant than with the other interviews.
"It's such a honor to be here!" h calls out again, over the cheers, as he is lead backstage.
So, now all I have to do is win, right? That's what the Capitol wants.
It'll be easy, right?
People win every year!
Yeah.

Selene was nervous but pulled throw. "Please welcome the Female tribute from District 8, Selene Hanlon!" boomed Caesar's voice. Selene walked out wearing a long purple dress with a few spots that had silver, her hair was half down half up with a pretty blue flower in the middle "So, Selene, how are you this fine day?." Caesar asked "It's great, I'm very happy that I have allies to help me" she smiled "Selene, who are these allies you speak of?" "well you might have to see in the arena because I will never tell" she giggled a little, Caesar laughed "now final question, do you have any last words you would like to say?" Selene looked at the camera "I just want to say that if I die in the arena, I want my family to know that I love them and that I hope they are safe from harm and live the best they can" she was holding back tears and looked at Caesar "Thats all I want to say" "all right we have our answer, and can you do a little spin for us?" "of course I can" Selene smiled and got up, looking at the crowed she did a little spin and the purple looked like a galaxy, the crowd was
in awe, Selene stopped "that was beautiful!' Caesar looked at the crowd when he said that "I hope you all have a lovely night and I will take my leave" Selene did a curtsy and walked back

Madi was nervous. She had seen her brother do an interview just three years earlier. He did amazingly along with the District 4 female tribute. Today, her dress was a long lush ocean blue flowy dress, with tridents embroidered onto the side, also in honor of her brother.

"I would like to welcome, Miss Madi Hale from our very own District 4!" Caesar and the crowd applauded as a nervous Madi walked out onto the stage, waving and smiling to the crowd. She takes a seat. "Good evening, Madi! How was your fine day today?" Caesar asked. "It was good, nice to relax a teeny bit after training." "Ah good! That's good. Have you earned any allies in these games?" "Yes, Blake Sable, from District 2." "Not your own District companion?" "Sadly, I'm not sure if Luthor likes me or not. I like him, I mean as a friend, but if he was injured and I was the only one for miles, even in the games, I would probably risk my life to help him." "Well, that is a nice story,Madi. So, can you explain your dress tonight?" "Yes, so the inspiration for my dress was... my brother." The crowd awes. " My older brother was reaped three years ago, and sadly didn't make it. So, the tridents are in honor of him, each one representing a day he lasted in the arena." Tears started to flood Madi's eyes. Caesar slowly started counting out the tridents. "10 days? Thats pretty good!" "Yes, it was." "Two more things I want to ask you...Anyone you love in this crowd? Family, love life?" "No, not tonight. But for my family watching this, I just want to tell you I love you guys, and I will miss you..." She trailed off, thinking bout the summer days she'll miss with her brother and sister. "Final questions, what is your plan to try and win this games?" "Just stay alive." The buzzer goes off in the background. "Well that's all the time we have tonight, thank Madi. Give it up for Madi Hale from District 4!" The crowd applauds again and Madi walks off the stage, tears flowing.

Caesar had to shout over the cheering crowd who knew who was coming up. "Please welcomed the amazing, the beloved, Christina Pearl!"

Christina walked in her dress silencing even the loudest of cheers. Going down to her feet her dress looked as if it was a water gem it's self. Ice cold bue, with richer hues along with pink and purple tinges added on to make an amazing look. Her jewlery was also blue but had touches of silver that glittered. Her hair had an elvin tiara which contrasted her dark, black her. "Is it too much?" Christina asked.

"No" Caesar said stunned. "You look amazing. Fantastic. Splendid. It's safe to say you're the pretiiest entrance that we've ever seen!" Christina could tell he meant it honestly. She couldn't blame him. Her dress was something she had designed and it had thousand upon thousand of little scales. Not only did these scales refract light which empahsized the gem portion, they were also so small, no one could see them. Because there were so many of them, even the smallest movement Christina made refracted the light again.

"Thank you" Christina said blushing. "I must say" she said to Caesar, "You're red hair really suits you"

"This isn't another set up like Thomas Bard is it?" Casear asked bringing laughter from the crowd.

"Can't a girl give an honest compleiment?" Christina asked looking hurt. Even her makeup fit the theme. Gentle and subtle but it looked perfect with the dress. Her skin looked liked it was glowing

"I've never met a girl who gave me a compliment without wanting something" Caesar said grinning.

"Well I would love to stay alive" Christina started with a roar of laughter from the crowd. I'm saying how I don't want to die. Go ahead and laugh "But other than that, I'm not asking anything from you"

"Alright" Caesar said wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Can you tell me what your biggest strength is?"

Christina thought about it. Of course, there was her secret weapon but she wasn't going to say that in front of everyone. "I don't need to see to attack you" Christina said finally. "I don't need to hear to know that you're there. My biggest asset is that I can make do with things that most people can't be without" stunned silence followed this but cheers quickly came in afterwards.

"Well" Caesar said impressed. "I, for one, hope you come back. Maybe you'll show us a few tricks."

"Of course!" Christina said pretending to look eager. "Again I'd have to stay alive" laughter from the crowds again Go ahead laugh. Then when I come back, you'll regret it.
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"What's your weakness?" Caesar asked.

"Caesar!" Christina excalimed. "You sly old dog!" giggles came from the crowd. "A lady never reveals her secrets!"

"So you think you're a lady!" Caesar said continuing the banter but Christina was eager to get some jibes in.

"As much as you are old" Christina said with a sweet smile. Caesar roared with laughter pretending to hold his heart.

"Brutal" Caesar said laughing. "Now, about your score. 9.66." he said. "The highest this year. How does it make you feel?"

"I screamed for joy" Christina said. "But, I haven't used my secret ability" Gasps came up from the crowd. "That's right. How have a little secret in store."

"You have to tell us" Caesar said instantly. "Please?"

"In front of everyone where my opponents could see?" Christina said laughing. "Not a chance". She motioned to her dress. "but look at my dress!"

She twirled. The dress fell into layers, refracting light and flowing with her very movement. Other girls had dresses that looked like a glaxay, oceans, flowers, but those were all boring compared to hers. Hers was a gem itself and she was radiant in every form, standing out in every way.

"It's lovely!" Caesar said. "I have never seen a better dress" Christina blushed.

"Thank you" she said happily.

"Talented, sweet, and beautiful" Caesar said. "You're every boy's ideal girl" Christina inwardly rolled her eyes. Like I care about boys when I might die soon

"Thanks you" she said again beaming.

"Well, could you tell us about family at home?" Caesar asked

"There was this one boy" Christina said quietly her eyes welling up at the thought of him. "He was form my district but then he did so well in everything, he became a capitol citizen. If I win, I'll be able to see him again" she said softly.

"Well" Caesar sounded choked up. "Have you met him?"

Christina almost burst out into tears. "yes" she said. "I won't tell you who it is. Maybe. The next time you'll see me I'll tell you."

"Alright" Caesar said barely making the words. "Anything else you want to tell us?"

Christina nodded. "I grew up and my family was murdered when I was four. My friend took me in a prepared me for the games. He's here in the capitol now and when I win the games, I also win a chance to be with him again. I just want to be with him again. His not my family, friend or boyfriend. He is me in a sense" Christina said.

The buzzer rang. "Our best wishes go with you" Caesar said. Christina nodded.

As Asta waited backstage for her interview, she was sulking again. She didn’t want to be here. She hated the Capitol, hated the Games, hated everything about her situation. But here she was, in a tight, black leather bodysuit with silver rings on the front and a low V-neckline that she hated very much. I mean, she loved leather, and she loved the colour black, and she especially loved the tall, black combat boots that went with the outfit, but the neckline absolutely disgusted her. She was about to expose her literal boobs to all of Panem and the thought made her want to punch somebody. The shiny black lipstick and silver-and-black eyeshadow she was being forced to wear was also already over-the-top for her, but her stylist had insisted upon encrusting both her lips and eyelids with silver jewels. It was just too much, hands-down. She was considering just walking away from the stupid interviews when Caesar’s booming voice echoed throughout the auditorium. “Now, everybody, please welcome Miss Asta Brycin from District 11!” Asta felt like gagging. Miss Asta Brycin? God, I hate that. She sighed frustratedly and walked onstage, forcing a smile. The crowd applauded loudly but it still wasn’t nearly as loud as when the Careers came up. Figures, she thought bitterly. She sat down beside Caesar, who cheerfully exclaimed, “Well, hello, hello, Miss Brycin!” He offered Asta his hand.
“Asta, please,” Asta immediately said. She didn’t think she could stand hearing “Miss Brycin” one more time. She reluctantly took his hand, which Caesar pumped vigorously. He then nodded energetically.
“Asta, of course! I’m so sorry. Now, I must say, I just love your outfit!” Caesar gushed, flashing his perfectly straight, white smile. Asta summoned all the positivity she had in her body and forced another smile.
“Thank you, Caesar. I’m particularly fond of the boots,” she replied, which wasn’t a lie. They were the best part of the outfit, and she’d honestly wear them outside of the interviews if she could.
“Well, I think you just look absolutely stunning, and I think I speak for all of us here in the Capitol when I say that!” The crowd cheered at Caesar’s words. Of course they thought she looked good. She thought she looked tacky, so the Capitol must have thought she looked amazing, because that’s just how they were. Caesar cleared his throat and spoke again, interrupting Asta’s train of thought. “So, how are you feeling tonight, considering that the Games start tomorrow?” Asta sighed. She should’ve known this question was coming.
“Well, I guess I’m a little nervous, but we’d all be, wouldn’t we?” she said pointedly, knowing that the Capitol citizens would have no idea what it would be like. “Overall, though, I’m feeling pretty good because I’ve got a really strong alliance and as long as we can grab supplies and get the hell out of there, we should be good, at least for a while.” The crowd clapped politely. They always seemed to love hearing strategies, even if they were just vague ones. Caesar nodded along with the applause.
“I’m glad you’re feeling confident! So, your allies are Luthor, Ryan, Connor, and Alfred, correct?” Caesar asked. Asta nodded in confirmation, silently noting that he’d listed the only Career in the alliance first. “Overall, your alliance seems to have medium-to-low scores, with you being the highest one,” Caesar added. Asta couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
“So what? I’ll bet we’re just as good as any other alliance, if not better,” she replied tartly. Caesar looked mildly embarrassed and quickly corrected himself.
“Oh, of course, I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that you must feel pretty proud of yourself having the best score in your alliance. It was, in fact, one of the best scores of all,” he pointed out. Asta considered this.
“I suppose… I guess I hoped I’d get a higher one, but everyone wants that, don’t they? So I’m pretty happy with the score I got,” she said with a shrug. Caesar flashed her another grin.
“I’m so happy for you! We all are!” he declared, as though Asta were special to him. Of course, she knew that was how Caesar was supposed to make everyone feel, and didn’t fall for it, even as the crowd applauded and even cheered somewhat. “Now, before you go, is there anyone waiting for you back home in District 11?” Asta bit her lip and looked down. She hadn’t really considered how she would answer a question like this, and she hated to admit it, but it caught her momentarily off guard. She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, looking back up at Caesar and the crowd. Something on her face had changed. No longer was her prickly exterior up, gone was her mild sense of pride. Now, sorrow tinted her expression, and sadness and longing was evident in her voice as she spoke.
“My parents...have been gone for a while,” she said, swallowing a lump that attempted to form in her throat. “But there are the kids. The ones who don’t have families either, or the ones whose families can’t take care of them and need another person to be there for them. I took them under my wing. They’re like my children, almost, or my little siblings. They were…” She paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “They were really sad when I was reaped. They were gonna lose me. And I can bet you that they’re all watching this right now, and will be watching every day, silently praying for me to come home.” Asta swallowed again, and looked around at the eerily silent auditorium. A few people were wiping tears from their eyes, and there were many sad and horrified expressions throughout the crowd as well. Caesar even took out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of his eyes, although she speculated it was just for show. After Caesar “composed” himself, he gently patted Asta on the shoulder, which made her uncomfortable, and she had to resist the urge to tense up or cringe away.
“I’m really sorry to hear that, Asta. We’ll be rooting here in the Capitol for you to win and find your way home to those kids,” he promised, although Asta knew they’d probably all rather have a Career win. She gave him a tight smile and thanked him, and then he stood up, beckoning for her to do the same. “Everyone give a hand for Asta Brycin from District 11!” Asta did her best to bow and smile as the crowd erupted into applause and cheers, then walked off the stage with one last wave. Once backstage, she ran a hand through her thick, dark curls. She’d let them all see her soft spot. There really was no way around it. She just had to pray that it got her more sponsors.

((gtg night!))