The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Interviews: District Seven Eight and Nine

Krystalia Kettlekin's POV

"Hello, hello citizens of Panem! Sadly, Plutus has other duties to do so I will be taking over the interviews. My name is Krystalia Kettlekin. I was an escort for district one a few years ago! Anyway please welcome to the stage Oak Bailey and Rowanna Maple from District seven, Gaze Meadow and Skye Bloomer from district eight and Freya Johnston and Dylan Python from district nine!" I shout.

The tributes scuttle onto stage and take a seat on their district sofas.

"Oak, I will start with you. So, what's your favourite thing about district seven?" I ask Oak.

"Well, it's got lots of trees... And er umm ... Yeah." He stutters. The audience chuckles at his answer at he looks slightly shocked.

"It's got lots of trees." I repeat. "Intresting... So have you made any friends?"

"I like to be solo. However I count my stylist, Estella, as my friend. Just look at the beautiful tie she made me!" He says, pointing at his multi-coloured patterned tie.

"Ooohhhh." The audience says in awe.

"That is one amazing tie!" I scream. "Now Rowanna. You got a ten as your training score! That's very remarkable! Do you have any tactics for the games?"

"Kill." She screams, menacingly, baring her teeth. Oak shuffles away from her, petrified.

I laugh, shakily. "Do you have a favourite weapon, Rowanna?"

"Yes of course!" She replys.

"Please tell!"

She eyes me, mysteriously. "It is something you can use to cut a tree down.." She says.

"Very well! Moving on to district eight! Gaze. You volunteered for your brother... Am I right?"

He nods.

"However you didn't seem to willing to volunteer yourself... It was more your Mother. Could you tell us more?" I ask.

"It is an oath in our family that if one of the younger children get picked, the older must volunteer." He sighs.

"Well I guess that makes sense! Do you have any other siblings?" I ask him.

"I have my brother Leonis, who I volunteered for. I also have two younger sisters - Kalia and Clara." He tells me.

"Moving onto you, Miss Skye, your very pretty. I'm sure your aware of that. Who do you get your looks from? Your Mother or your Father?" I ask her. Skye smiles, tossing her golden hair behind her shoulder elegantly.

Her stunning sky blue eyes water. I gulp, regretting asking what could be such an emotional question.

"My M.. Mother died when I was born and.. Er.. My Father... He.. Er committed.. Suicide - So I was told. I'm not sure who I get my looks from." She gulps, spitting out the words like they were poison. She wipes away a tear, although I didn't actually see one appear. Is she just playing up for the cameras? I push aside the thought.

"Oh, Skye dear. I'm so sorry. That is truly dreadful. Do you mind me asking where you lived after their tragic death?" I ask her.

"I live - lived with my Auntie and my cousins." She stammers.

Skye looks genuinely upset now; her eyes are getting wet and sorrowful - so I move on.

"Onto you - Dylan. I have a question from a viewer for you! Bert Bumblebert asks: have you got any hidden talents?" I say.

There is a gasp as a man in the crowd faints dramatically. Immediately, stretchers come in and take away who can only be Mr. Bert Bumblebert.

"Ooohhh! Someone is a little to over excited!" I say, chuckling all the while.

Dylan ponders this question, hiseyebrows furrowing.

"Hmm. I don't want to give away anything but... Erm... Don't underestimate me... That's for sure!" He says.

I can almost here the careers sniggering from back stage. I have to contain my sniggers as well. Is this man serious? He got a three. He probably doesn't even know what a talent is!

"Of course we won't!" I lie. "I must say, that suit is very dashing on you. Who is your stylist? They must stand up and bow!" I say, although his suit is horrendously horrible.

"My stylist is called Joli! She is amazing isn't she?" He says, through gritted teeth. This obviously means that he doesn't think that she is amazing at all. His district partner, Freya, sniggers as Joli stands up and bows. Joli grins cheesily while the audience claps half - heartedly.

I signal for the applause to die down and Joli to sit down again.

"Last but certainly not least Freya. As you are twenty-one, is there a special guy out there?" I ask her.

"No, I don't." She says, bitterly.

"Oh that's a shame! So Freya, what would your ideal climate be in the arena?" I ask her.

"Well I'd rather it be cold than hot. Back in district nine it would be cold more than hot - so I'm more used to the cold." She says, mater of factly.

The bell blares out into the theatre, letting us know their interview slot is over.

"That's all we have time for folks! Please give it up one more time for Oak Bailey, Rowanna Maple, Gaze Meadow, Skye Bloomer, Dylan Python and Freya Johnston!" I scream. The six tributes scuttle off the glowing stage, waving all the while.

"Citizens of Panem. I have some very unfortunate news. As Plutus has been given other duties there will be no more Capitol updates this year. Sadly, I have not been given the honour to do the Capitol updates myself. So there will be no more this year - but do not fret they will be occurring again when they have found a new person!" I say to the audience, clasping my hands together.

The audience erupt into cries of sorrow. I make comforting faces and then leave the stage to get the next six of tributes.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you have any questions for the tributes from ten, eleven or twelve please leave them in the comments! Obviously, if you are reading this after I have uploaded all the interviews your question will unfortunately not be used.

Thank you for three hundred reads!

:) ~ Thg4Ever