The Hunger Games: The Cry of Temperance

[TFS] The Interviews

Beau Opulanche

"Give it up, everyone. District One!" Mr. Flickerman, host of the annual Hunger Games chortled, standing upright as he looked to the boy who was dressed in his district's colors, and hues of white to represent the first impression he'd given upon everyone.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Flickerman." Beau's smile only glistened as the crowd had cheered loudly upon seeing his entrance, being the first tribute to arrive into the interview.

After some time of being situated, Mr. Flickerman held the microphone up to his mouth, almost pressing his mere lips on the mic. "Now, now, let's talk about the situation at hand, young man."

"Ah, what could that be?" Beau's eye turned to the crowd, a grin plastered on his face as the crowd laughed at his little quip.

"Obviously, you know. The Games are the biggest event, of course, of course. Thirteen years of the same tradition, one of utmost importance to emulate its noble cause. But.." He placed his index finger upwards, "why volunteer?"

Beau's eyes scoured the crowd for a moment, before his demeanor– oddly dropped for a moment as he crossed his legs, placing his hands upon his lap as his fingers interlocked together.

"District One's had a streak of victors, you know. I wanna be part of that list, I wanna be.. Something. I wanna be more than just a regular boy, I wanna get into the Games–" he leaned forward, an almost fantastical smile lifting. "I wanna show Ma and Pa I'm more, that I'm gonna amount to being.. a winner. I wanna be.. I wanna be a victor."

"Great attitude," Mr. Flickerman smiled, "Ma and Pa must be very, very, very proud of you."

"Oh, they will be. When I win, I can prove that to them," he nodded, as his lips drooped in that tiny window.

Charloette Valentine

"You know, with how all the boys volunteered. I am quite surprised that the girls didn't." Mr. Flickerman said.

"Well, it's not particularly something we find ourselves to find much.. fetching. But you know, we've yet to see a female victor from One."

"That could very well be you, no?"

"I.." Charloette could only smile, laughing as she offered a toothy grin. "I dunno."

"You don't know? That's not the attitude to have, Charloette. Now, is it?"

"I mean, of course. I have just the same amount of opportunity as the rest of the other tributes do, all twenty-four of us do."

"Do you think you've got the chance?"

Charloette's eyes stopped browsing for a moment as she looked out to the crowd. "All I can do is hope. That's all I've been doing since I've got here."

Hayyan Ayari

"Hayyan, do tell me. What's your drive here? What's the approach?"

"Ah, Flickerman. I dunno," Hayyan put on a gracious smile as he balled his hands together in front of him.

"Don't know? Nonsense, nonsense. You've ought to have something, young man!"

"Well.. I mean, I'm not here– necessarily by choice," Hayyan forced a subtle chuckle, "But.. I know winning these Games would sure bring honor to my district."

"Honor, you say?"

"Honor, and maybe my family could get some time to rest after all of this is done. I think I'd just want to win the Games, so I could go home. Go home, spend time with my parents, and uh.." he bit his lips, as he widened his gaze before returning them, "Yeah. Bring honor to my district, and make sure I get out of here alive."