The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Interviews: District Ten Eleven & Twelve

Krystalia Kettlekin's POV

"Please welcome to the stage Thalia Miracle and Josephine Whistle from district ten, Heather Berry and Fern Frost from district eleven and finally Ashton Gray and Lucas Harper from district twelve!" I shriek to the wild crowd, stretching my arm out towards the tributes as they skip into stage.

They take a seat on their district seats.

"Thalia. I'll start with you. What kind of resources are you hoping for in the arena?" I ask.

Her face scrunches up in thought. "Animals for food - or friends. Oh, and lots of trees!" She says, cutely. She rocks her twig like legs back and forth; her startling red dress floats just below her knees. Gathering the dress at the hip is a navy blue ribbon.

There are 'awws' audible all around the crowd. She's lucky because she is twelve. Twelve year olds may not be the oldest and strongest, however they suck up the citizens of the Capitol like leeches.

"That's so sweet!" I exclaim, my hands clambering up my face and bunching up at my mouth. "The next question is from a lovely viewer of ours! Aurora Applerosy asks: If you could be called anything but Thalia, what would you be called?"

"Definitely Aurora!" She giggles, her tiny fingers stroking the ribbon on her dress absent-mindededly.

This girl definitely knows how to win over sponsors. Beside her, Josephine scowls - obviously irritated that a girl so young can be so cutely clever.

A lady will bouncy silver hair screams as she hears Thalia's response. Probably is Aurora. These viewers who ask questions have to control themselves!

"I'll move onto you now Josephine, what w-" I begin.

"Josie. Not Josephine." She shouts, her cheeks turning pink with anger. I put my hands up defence.

"Sorry Josie." I say.

"Stupid Capitol people. Can't get anything right." Josie mutters under her breath. I pretend I didn't hear.

"Right, Josie. I have a question for you. If you could only get one thing from the cornucopia, what would it be?"

"Hmmm... Water purification tablets. You can't live without water and you can't live with unclean water (poisonous water)." She answers.

"Very clever!" I say, raising an eyebrow. "Now, may I ask... Do you have a special boy back home?"

Josie's eyes light up. "Yes."

I lean forward, waiting for her to say more. The audience also cranes forward in anticipation. Us in the Capitol love a bit of romance! Even if they aren't both in the games!

"His name is Caleb... And I love him very much." She says, a little plainly. Her long fingers run up and down her frills on her white skirt.

"Oh that's just lovely!" I grin. "Heather, I must say you are absolutely tiny! Do you think that gives you an advantage or a disadvantage?"

"Well.. Both. It could be an advantage because I can fit into smaller spaces than the bigger tributes. I can also get higher up in a tree because I'm very light as well. On the other hand it could be a disadvantage because the other tributes are a lot stronger than me a - and," She says, faltering at the end. "They c - could t - tear me apart as easily as paper!"

"Indeed you are very right! Let's hope it's more of an advantage... Hey?" I say.

She nods; her two plaits bobble either side of her head.

"I have another question for you, Heather. Who is your best friend back home?" I ask the small, pale girl.

"Um... Well. Probably my grandma!" She pipes up.

"Aw, that's lovely! Right, I'll have to move onto you, Fern!" I say, while the citizens of the Capitol cheer wildly.

"Fern, as you are thirty-two I thought I would ask if you have any children?" I ask.

"Yes. I do." She says, her facial expressions not changing. However her eyes flash with pain.

"Girl? Boy? Age? Name?" I question.

She clears her throat. "Girl. Three and her name is Daisy." She croaks. Her eyes dampen; she flutters her eyelashes, clearing the moisture away.

"I will now move onto you, Lucas. I must say that was quite a performance you made at the reaping!" I say.

"It sure was, babe." Lucas slurs, winking at me.

I shudder. This man is gross. I hope his rotten body dies horribly in the arena. The drunken old man deserves to die.

I laugh shakily at Lucas's response.

"Have you got any tactics for the games?" I ask Lucas.

"Find a bottle of liquor and drink it." He slurs. His stubbly beard is coated in whatever he had for breakfast. It is a truly grotesque sight. I decide to move away from Lucas and onto the final tribute.

"I shall swiftly move onto you, Ashton. What type of arena landscape are you hoping for?"

His plain face swivels towards me, his eyes dull and grey. "Lots of trees and streams." He says just as plainly as his boring face.

"Well let's hope you get your dream arena! Rumour has it that today is your fourteenth birthday? Am I right?" I say. He nods.

I giggle in excitement. "As a very special birthday treat we - us citizens of panem - shall sing you happy birthday! Isn't that the best birthday treat ever?" I shriek, ecstatically.

Ungratefully, Ashton's face remains bored.

I raise from my seat and wave my hands around, pretending to conduct. The audience erupts into happy birthday. The pitches vary, causing a beautiful harmony.

The song comes to a flourish just as the bell rings, signalling the end of the interview.

"That's all we have time for! Give it up one more time for Thalia Miracle, Josie Whistle, Heather Berry, Fern Frost, Lucas Harper and Ashton Gray!" I scream to the crowd while the tributes depart the stage.

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A/N: Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes that may have occurred :)