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"Ladies and gentlemen, here's your host... Caesar Flickman!"

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 the Gamemaker (me) if you don’t want to post it on here.

Tara-Marie Noir
District Seven

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Tara glared into the mirror at the ridiculous dress she wore. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, the wood scratching her skin. It was heavy too, and there were too many holes in it. Tara rolled her eyes, hating that she could feel the breeze nearly everywhere on her body. She didn’t like the braid either, she felt like it was tacky and that the flowers were out of place. Really, she felt like the whole outfit was tacky. However her stylist, who had a accent and hair that was way too bright and spiky would have died on the spot if she had done anything to her costume or hair. Not that Tara was opposed to him dying, oh no, but she figured it would be completely inappropriate to kill him under the watchful eye of the Capitol. While Tara did enjoy herself a good kill, she wasn’t stupid.

“Dah-ling,” her stylist called from in the hallway, trying to get Tara to hurry. “Eetz tzree minutes ‘teel the chareeots leeve. Get out here.” With a sigh and one last glance, Tara threw open the door and made sure it slammed behind her. She then walked towards the chariot, making sure that her shoulder made contact with her stylist. She approached the chariot, which was wooden and decorated with vines and flowers. The horses were a chestnut brown, and had flowers woven into their black mane. Tara rolled her eyes and huffed before she hoisted herself into the chariot. It was more difficult than one would expect in a dress made of wood, which wasn’t flexible and dug into her skin when she moved. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, waiting for the chariot to lurch forward. When it finally did, she managed to stay upright and not topple over. Her chariot emerged into the daylight, where the people of the Capitol stood in the stands roaring their appreciation of this year’s tributes. Tara made no eye contact with any of them. There was no waving or smiling from her, the only thing that could be observed was a deep scowl on her face and hatred glittering in her eyes. It was also evident that she was trying to block out the noise of the people of the Capitol, whom, in her mind, she was plotting to kill. It was the only thing that kept her from jumping out of her chariot and strangling one in front of everybody. When it came time for the president’s speech, Tara wasn’t listening. She, instead, was debating on whether or not she should kill the president quickly, or watch him suffer and bleed. Eventually, the chariots returned to the corridor, immediately after which Tara stormed up to her room, stole some food from the fridge, and stayed in her room in isolation until the next morning.

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Tara waited on the side of the stage, a sly grin on her face. She actually rather appreciated the sort of goth look that her stylist had designed for her. She was dressed in a short black dress with sheer black tights, and her favorite, studded combat boots. She heard the interview before her beginning to wrap up, and she stood up in recognition of it. When the applause grew extremely loud, she was ushered up to the edge of the stage, and was told to walk out when Caesar announced her name. Tara rolled her eyes. ”No,” she thought. ”I was going to walk out right now.” The idiocy of the Capitol’s people made her sick, although she knew that it would soon be over. She glared at the stage hand one final time before she heard the sound of her name.

”And now, the youngster that shocked us all, from District Seven, Tara-Marie Noir!” The amount of applause that occurred after her name made Tara want to take a gun and shoot every single person in the audience and on the stage, one by one, simply because it would take too long to let them all suffer. She rolled her eyes and trudged onto the stage, ignoring every single person in the audience, and even Caesar for the time being. She took a seat in the white chair, her arms immediately crossing as though it were a natural pose for her. She would be lying if she said it wasn’t. ”Why hello Miss Tara. I can call you Tara right?” Tara resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing she would have to act polite for the time being.

“Yes,” Tara said simply, wanting to add a bit onto her response. “In fact, I’d probably punch someone if you didn’t.” She avoided saying “you”, for she felt it was too personal and might frighten Caesar too much. She saw Caesar’s eyes widen and noticed him scoot back a bit. It was very slight, and it was highly unlikely anyone watching from a television would notice, but to Tara, it was obvious.

”My, my,” Caesar remarked with a chuckle. ”We have some fire in this one!” The audience roared in agreement, causing a small smile of satisfaction to turn the corners of Tara's lips upwards. Her lips stayed pressed together, but there was definitely a tiny smile on her face. "Now, Tara, do tell. Someone tells me that your parents own a construction company, and you had just moved into Seven. Is that true?" Tara recognized the cover story that the government had provided for her and her family immediately. They couldn't tell everyone that serial killers were running loose, so they improvised.

"Yeah," Tara said as though she were remembering her loving parents and lovely life. If only. "We traveled so much, we really only stayed in a District for a few months before we had moved again. Although we frequented in Two a lot, they were building lots of new houses and Career academies there. So I was able to get some training while we were there." She had wanted to say that just in case any other tributes were watching, as well as for the sponsors. She wanted them to know that she knew her way around.

"I see!" Caesar said with an overly excited tone. "So tell me Tara, which District was your favorite?" Tara thought the question was completely idiotic, but she knew that the Capitol loved crap like that. She answered it, regardless.

"I liked Four a lot. The beaches were so pretty," Tara said, choosing a random District that she had visited and making up a random reason as to why it was her favorite. Hopefully that satisfied the stupid Capitol's desire for answers to idiotic questions.

"Lovely dear," Caesar said. "Just one last question before we let you go. What do you do for fun my dear?" The small smile that had played at Tara's lips the entire interview grew until it spread across her entire face.

"I plot how to kill people," Tara said, grinning at the gasps of horror from the audience. "Like you-" she pointed to a purple haired lady in the front row. "-I could poison your wine and you'd never even notice. Or you-" this time she pointed to a man wearing a fluffy yellow shirt and a huge orange hat. "-I'd probably just shoot you in the head. Be easier that way." The audience was becoming more and more horrified by the minute, and they began shifting uncomfortably in their seats. The buzzer sounded, and she knew it was early, but she flounced off of the stage without even saying goodbye.

Tuesday-Roe Clements [District 10]

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Tuesday shifted uncomfortably in her dress as she stood in front of the mirror. It felt as it had binded her legs together; she couldn't move her foot twenty centimetres in front of the other. And the bodice constricted her stomach so much that it was a struggle to breathe. What was her stylist thinking?.

"Tuesday-Roe, I'm back!" Her stylist flounced in holding out a hideous brown object. She glided behind Tuesday, and lifted the object up and onto her head. "Oh, isn't it dazzling?" she breathed in awe. "I designed it only a week ago; how beautifull it's turned out!"

Tuesday realized the bulky object was a headdress in the shape of thorns, and covered in pink-maroon flowers. As soon as her stylist had properly attached it to her head, Tuesday stumbled backwards, the horns weighing her down. "It's...it's too heavy," she grunted, struggling to stay upright.

Her stylist tut-tutted. "Now, now, it will take some getting used to but you have to wear it! Everyone will adore it. Now, hurry up and get on that chariot. It's almost time to leave, you know."

It was a desperate struggle to get on the chariot, but Tuesday managed. She glanced absently at her District partner, who wore at outfit with similar colours as her own. Her stylist blew her a kiss as the chariot lurched forward and Tuesday toppled against the front of the chariot. In no time she was out in the blinding white sunlight being drawn on by two horses; the roars of the Capitol crowds were deafening and the chariot trembled as it moved forward but Tuesday managed a wide grin and threw up a hand, waving at the crowds. Even though she wore a cheery face, inside her stomach was churning with angst and she felt like vomiting. Her anxiety was kicking in; she felt her heart pounding against her chest, fit to burst and her breath was getting faster and faster. She squeezed the chariot with her hand, stabilizing herself, and tried drawing deep, slow breaths, still waving with her other hand, somehow managing to keep smiling. It'll be over soon, it'll be over soon, she told herself. And it was. Soon Tuesday was back in her luxurious apartment. She ran straight to her bedroom without greeting anyone, curled up on her bed and let the silent tears fall.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome for Tuesday-Roe Clements from District 10!"

Tuesday drew a deep breath and swept onto the stage as the crowd erupted in applause. Her mouth split into a grin as she waved at the Capitol citizens, hoping to make a good impression. Caesar Flickerman waited beside the two white interview chairs, an even wider smile on his own face.

"Welcome, Miss Clements," he gushed, taking a deep bow. Tuesday returned it with a wobbly curtsey, uttering a hello at the same time. "Please, take a seat. We only have so much time."

Tuesday sunk into the puffy chair, but quickly sat up straight. Caesar immediately rushed into the first question. "So Tuesday, how are you feeling right now? How do you feel about the participating in the Hunger Games?"

Tuesday hesitated, but then said in a slightly shaky voice, "W-Well, I'm feeling very nerv-actually excited about everything. Of course, I am a little anxious about it...but mostly thrilled, really. Thinking about the Games is nerve-racking, but it's wonderful to be here in the Capitol." She was rambling on but she couldn't help it.

"Wonderful, Tuesday. I'm sure everyone's as excited as you are," Caesar replied, seemingly oblivious to Tuesday's prolonged chatter. "Now, what was life like back in District 10, with all the livestock? I'm sure you had some great times."

A lump suddenly wedged itself in Tuesday's throat. What was life like? Life was horrible, nightmarish even. But how could she explain it all to Caesar and the Capitol? How could she reveal it? "I did have some great times," she lied, trying to swallow the lump. "It was just my parents and I, and they loved me so much. Life was wonderful despite the poverty and everything. Oh, but it was heart-breaking when I had to leave them both."

"Splendid, splendid! What was it like to be Reaped? How did you feel when your name was first called?"

"Oh Caesar, I can't describe it. It was...terrifying. It felt like the world was coming down around me...I..." Images of the Reaping flashed by in her mind and she couldn't continue.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry if I've saddened you Tuesday. How about some lighter questions? What skills would come in use to you in the Games?"

That isn't light at all, Tuesday thought. "I'm not sure if I should reveal anything, Caesar, but I know how to throw knives and hunt, so I hope I'll get enough food to survive. I've used axes before as well."

"Well, I'm sure we can count on you to last a decent amount of time. One last question: What do you think of the Capitol?"

Tuesday paused. Caesar stared at her as though he were testing her. "I love the Capitol!" she lied again. "Your sense of style is...very interesting...but brilliant, of course! And the food is amazing, nothing like I've ever eaten before. Oh, and don't get me started on how kind you all are." This earned her a great roar from the crowd; they obviously enjoyed her 'compliments'.

"That's glorious to hear, Tuesday. Unfortunately our time is just about up." He took Tuesday's hand and guided her to her feet just a bell rang offstage. "Everyone, give it up for Tuesday-Roe of District 10!"

The crowd burst into hysterical cheers and applause, which all sounded very fake to Tuesday, and she gave a little wave before hurrying gracefully off the stage.

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As Terra's stylist looked her over to make sure her costume looked perfect, she couldn't help but be irritated. She thought that she was going to look amazing in her costume because it looked amazing hanging up, but she just felt uncomfortable. The "solar panels" were stiff and poked into her if she bent over more than a couple inches, and she felt like people could see her underwear through the dress. Oh well, she thought. She still had to try to impress the Capitol citizens in order to get sponsors, so she put on her biggest smile and stepped onto the chariot. She greeted her district partner, but he didn't really say anything back to her. He was wearing an outfit very similar to hers, but instead of a dress he was wearing a suit covered in silver solar panels. As the chariot started moving forward, she stood up even straighter, making sure to look happy and confident. The people seemed to buy it, because when they saw her, they pointed and cheered for her. She just kept smiling and waving, kind of liking the attention even though the crowds were making her slightly nauseous. When all the chariots stopped and President Snow stepped up to the podium, she looked up at him with a proud look on her face while he gave his speech.
As she headed back to her room after the parade was over, she couldn't help but feel accomplished. She thought that the crowds would be a problem for her, but she was able to forget about her anxiety and be confident. She was sure she would at least get a handful of sponsors, because the people seemed to love her.


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From District 5, please welcome miss Terra Byrne!

As Terra stepped out onto the stage, she couldn't help but think about how amazing she looked. Sure, the dress was hard to walk in and it was more on the fancy side, but she still felt like a million dollars. When Caesar and the Capitol citizens in the audience caught sight of her, they all gasped and cheered.

"My my miss Byrne, you look outstanding!" Caesar said with a grin and a wink.

"Thank you very much," she responded with a smile.

"So I hear that you're originally from District 4. What was it like moving to a new district?"

"Well, I was a baby when my dad and I moved, so I don't even remember 4. But from what he tells me, the beaches were very nice. I wish I could have seen it"

Caesar laughed a big laugh and moved on to the next question.

"Your father was a very popular victor of the Games during his time, how has that influenced you?"

"Well, since my dad was a victor during his Games, it has always been assumed that I would volunteer when I was old enough. He has taught me how to use weapons and he has been preparing me for the arena as best as he could since I was little. A lot of his talent has rubbed off on me and I think that will really help me in the arena."

Caesar gave a big smile and the audience cheered for her. They really seemed to like her and that made her happy.

"One more question for you before you go Terra, what is your strategy for the arena? Do you plan on making any alliances?"

This is the question she had been hoping for.

"When I get into the arena and the bloodbath starts, I am going to grab whatever weapons I can. If anybody gets in my way I will not hesitate to kill them. It would be nice to ally with the careers, but I won't have a problem with fighting on my own or with other skilled people if I can't join them."

She looks straight into the audience and gives her most dazzling smile. As she steps off the stage, she turns around and blows the audience a kiss. They love it, and she can tell they love her.

She doesn't know why she ever thought the large crowds would bother her. All the attention the Capitol citizens gave her really helped boost her confidence and now she can't wait to be in that arena.

Ciara Eden D12

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Ciara couldn't believe she was wearing a dress. She hasn't worn one in so long. The fact that there was a lot of space for her legs was weird and don't even get her started about the fact that she could hardly breath. Ciara could only hope that this would be quick. So she stepped into the chariot and put a small smile on her face. When the doors opened she couldn't help herself. she had to look at all the people cheering. she was doing fine until someone booed. So Ciara did what she usually did. She let her attitude take over. When the person looked at her she stuck her tongue out. Probably not the best idea. so for the rest of the ride, he looked straight ahead.

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Ciara was actually admiring herself in a mirror. That was a first. She loved how the dress she was wearing felt. It was so comfy. The hair even felt nice. It felt free.

Last but not least,the girl from District 12, Ciara Eden!

That snapped Ciara out of her self admiration.

" I better watch what I say. I don't really feel like getting a tongue stuck out at me."

Oh boy, it starts already. Just to play along Ciara laughs and takes a seat.

No seriously, what where you thinking?"

Ciara sighs. "Well, I don't really like getting booed. It's not that fun. So I did the first thing that came to my mind."

" Would you act like that back at 12?"

"Ya,all the time. But that's not my worst." she says

Well, I feel bad for your friends."

Ohh, that hit her hard.

"Ummm....not really....well...I don't really have friends at the moment. I usually say something to get them pissed but, I'm fine alone."

Ohh, too bad

Now she wanted to punch him.
Ciara just shrugs.

Well, I have one more question, if you aren't good with friends, how are you going to get an alliance?"

Ciara thinks for a while then says " I'll either hope someone is like me or....just go lone wolf."

After saying that, Ciara gets up and starts walking of the stage then she stops. the crowd is to quiet so she turns around and sticks her tongue out. Again. The crowd starts laughing and cheering. Then she walks off. While she is, she hopes she doesn't have to go lone wolf because it's better to have someone watch your back then to have to watch your own back.

delilah serente, district one

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Delilah clasped her hands in front of her, delighted to be wearing a dress once more. She adored the fancy clothing from One, with the lace crop tops and long, elegant skirts. This year's theme for One had been Valentine's Day, and so Delilah was dresses in red from head to toe, the red rose carnation mix contrasted beautifully with her cinnamon waves. "Be ready, Lilah dear!" Her stylist, Athene, hollered at her. Athene seemed to think that she could get away with calling Delilah, 'Lilah', but that was a big no-no. here was, however, no time to complain as it was time to get started.

Delilah's plan to wow the crowd was simple: act like a powerful sweetheart. A powerful goddess. Clasping her small bouquet of red dyed daffodils with some green leaves, she held them by her right shoulder, small smile on her face, but stone look in her eyes. She heard murmurs from the crowd about how lovely, how impressive she looked. When roses were thrown at her, she spread them around her in a ring, caging herself in; to make her seem an independent beast.

And an independent, fierce lioness she was.

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No better a person to start off our interviews with than the lovely... Delilah Serente, District One!, Caesar announced, clapping along with the crowd. Hello, Caesar! Delilah said as she took a seat next to him. What a lovely watch your wearing- I think my father made that one, She joked, as the crowd laughed. In truth though, her father had made the watch- her family's company logo was on the side.

Now Delilah, since you are such an active gymnast, you must have a lot of flexibility from that area of work, yes? Of course, Caesar, what do you think I am? A stuffy old toad? Delilah rolled her eyes, was he going to ask such irritating, bland questions the entire interview? Oh course, being Caesar Flickerman, he just laughed, Keep up that attitude, and stay the sly quick fox you are and you will be Victor."

Delilah's eyes narrowed, she didn't want her temper to flare, but it seemed at that moment as though it couldn't be helped, so she gave a sharp laugh, her gaze on a shiny bracelet around her wrist. Well, Delilah, based on the way you're fingering that bracelet, you must like pretty things, so the Capitol should be to your liking, correct? Yes, Caesar, I do like pretty, shining things very much. Things with the delicate beauty of a butterfly are just my tastes. And how can you not like the Capitol? Pretty things are everywhere!

Blood certainly isn't a pretty thing, so you may have to rely on other people to do the killing for you. Of course, the obnoxious Capitol crowd thought this was hilarious and were falling on top of each other, laughing. I'm sure, Caesar, that you or none of the petty Capitol people in this audience could possibly survive my training, you probably couldn't stab through a pillow. Delilah snapped, her fury unleashed. Would somebody really dare call her useless, and too delicate and too beautiful to kill? Just then the buzzer dinged.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Delilah Serente, District One! A sweet smile was on Delilah's face as fast as it had vanished, and she thanked Caesar with compliments. Her unpredictableness had been shown, and she hoped it would win her some Sponsors.

Bronn's stylist ran up and threw her arms around his neck. "You're gonne win Bronn. I just know it!"
"Thanks Rose. Are you sure the lumberjack look was a good idea though. Aren't tributes from the same district supposed to be themed similarly?"
"You are. She's the tree. You're the tree cutter. I didn't feel like there'd be much love lost between you two."
"I guess not. I would've had her as an ally but now i'm just worried about the dangers of that union."
"I'm sure you have plenty of people wanting to ally with you besides her"
If only thought Bronn to himself.
The chariot rolled up. "Guess i'm up then said Bronn stepping in"
Rose threw her arms aroung Bronn once more.
"Show them not all of you are just capitol dolls."
"I will said Bronn" He wished Rose could come out there with him. In the short time he'd known her they'd become fast friends. He saaw her as his only true friend here. He thought he might have one amongst the other tributes but letting yourself call those who were soon to fall dead around you or spill your guts out your stomach wasn't something you could do.
As Bronn's chariot rolled out he begin to take in the sight before him. The people here. Their dress was so odd to him.
"A brave new world" mumbled Bronn to himself as he fell in beside Tara's chariot.

The interview:
”Now for our next tribute from district seven! PLease give a hearty welcome to BRONNSTON REEVES!"
Bronn gave a small smile and headed out.
”It is so good to have you here Bronn"
It's great to be here Caesar. Really gives you some perspective when you get here and see all the pomp and circumstance the fine people of this city put on even for just a funeral procession" said Bronn referring to his ride in. Which he was still sore from.
Caesar laughed along but being right next to him, Bronn could tell he was still trying to decide how to take that last comment.
So tell me Bronn what sort of thing did you do back in seven?"
Well i worked in the paper mill there. We printed lots of books so whenever i wasn't working i was reading a book.
Fascinating! Truly. Usually the tributes we get here are just the slash and burn types.
I see them as those who make their generation messes only to gorge their own appetite.
He could see Caesar understood is reference and figured that books were must be in decent supply here unlike the districts. Not that many of the citizens saw much use in them but he supposed that's how Snow liked it.
Caesar laughed.
Well with all the talents we have seen this year it seems equality is so weighed that curiosity in either can make choice of either's moiety so let's hope we have a cabal of curious sponsors waiting out there for you.
Bronn laughed at the private game of intelligence that Caesar and he wre playing at.
Thanks Caesar i hope they'll see that sometimes wit is more important than who you can spit, down in the arena.
Caesar gave a devious grin.
"i think you'll there are many of them who understand the games you play at here. With that we must move on to our next tribute now. Bronnston Reeves everybody!"