The Second Annual Writer Games!

Interviews: Adelaide White

"Please welcome Adelaide White, the female tribute from District 7!"
I bit my lip and looked down at the ground, shuffling my slightly smaller than average feet nervously. After a moment's hesitation, I walked onstage with my head held high, a smile that was almost painful plastered on my face.

"Lovely to meet you, Silvia." I smiled. I sat down in the chair, smoothing down my silk dress. It was a beautiful dress, really, something we couldn't even dream of back in District 7. It was a strapless dress, where the bodice was an orangey-red. The colour faded as you moved down the dress, until you got to the hem, where the colour was a beautiful soft yellow. The colours represented that of a sunrise, which matched well with my long auburn locks, which was up in a simple bun.

"So Adelaide, how are you liking the Capitol?" Silvia asked with a small smile.
"I adore it. It's such a wonderful place. If I won the Hunger Games, I'd love to come back here someday."
The crowd cheered loudly, and I smiled slightly.

"What do you miss most about back home?" Silvia asked politely. She didn't mention my family, but she must have known.
Is she scared I'll attack her?
I looked down at the ground, feeling horrible. Instincively, I brought my hand to my mouth and began chewing my nails, something I always did when I was stressed.
Usually when I was stressed, it led to one of my meltdowns.

That thought brought on a whole new wave of paranoia, and began chewing my nails more. Panic began to rise in me, consuming my thoughts and making me forget I was currently being broadcast on live television. The careers were probably watching backstage, laughing at me on the monitor as they watched the interviews.

"Adelaide?" Silvia asked. I turned to her.
"Huh?" I muttered.
"What do you miss most about home?" she asked slowly.
"Uuuh...." I stuttered. "I-I guess I miss my.... Umm..... my district."
Bravo, Adelaide. Great choice of words.

Silvia nodded and smiled at me. "Alright. Adelaide, do you believe you have a chance of winning? And if you do, what would you do with the winnings?"
I shrugged. "Umm... I don't really know. If I really tried, I might be able to win. I'd use the winnings to create a better life for myself and other kids who suffer from the same thing I do."

The audience went silent for a while. Even Silvia went slightly quiet.
"Your... ah... condition?" Silvia asked carefully, trying not to aggravate me in any way.
"I know I have a problem. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I just... don't really know what that problem is." I replied quietly. My heartbeat was quickening, and I took a few careful breaths in and out. It didn't help.

"Well," Silvia said brightly, obviously trying to move on from the subject. "Which tribute stands out the most this year?"

But I wasn't listening. My head began to pound loudly, and I clutched the side of the chair tightly, breathing deeply. If I even attempted to hear the question, let alone answer it, my whole self-control would snap and I'd go into a fit of rage. It took every single miniscule of my concentration to stop myself from leaping up from my seat and going insane.

I heard Silvia call out to someone, and an avox appeared next to me with some sort of serum in a needle. They gripped my arm to inject the fluid into me and, with that one touch on my upper arm, my concentration broke and I let out a loud scream. I leapt out of my seat and lunged for the avox, pulling them by their hair and dragging them to the ground. The avox opened their mouth in a cry for help but, of course, nothing came out. A second avox appeared before I could damage the first and quickly jabbed the needle into the arm. I howled as the serum entered my bloodstream and, after a few moments, the red faded from my vision and my normal demeanor returned.

I stared up at Silvia as she stared down at my in dismay, and I bit my lip, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.
No. Don't you dare cry.

I stood up, muttering a quiet apology to the avox I'd knocked to the ground, before sitting back in my seat. Silvia stared at me with alarm apparent on her features.

"Alrighty!" she smiled. "So Adelaide, which tribute stands out the most this year?"
I shrugged. "I really don't know. I think the careers are a pretty unforgettable bunch but, other than them, I'd have to say either Kat or Canvas. They both seem pretty formidable. Especially Kat. She's scary."

Silvia nodded. "Agreed!" she laughed. "Do you think Kat or Canvas are the biggest threats? If not, then who do you think are?"
I shrugged. "The careers are almost always the strongest bunch. Not to say that, individually, they are the strongest tributes, but together they are definitely a force to be reckoned with."

"That is very true." Silvia smiled. "Now, who do you think is the weakest tribute?"
"Uhh, probably Casimir. I mean, I'm sure he's nice and all but, he's blind. Not many handicapped people win the games. I'm sure he's probably very clever, but in an arena where you could be killed any second, sight is a pretty important thing to have."

Silvia grinned at me. "Agreed. Although he may have a few tricks up his sleeves, being blind is a bit of a disadvantage. Now, What sort of weapons do you use?"

"Anything heavy that I can use to swing at people. I have pretty strong arms, because a lot of the time I had to chop down trees back in District 7. I'd prefer at Axe, but I'd use a Mace too. Even a heavy shovel would be good."

"A shovel as a weapon?" Silvia asked with a laugh. I nodded and shrugged. "Well, yeah. Part of the shovel is sharp. I mean, more of a blunt sharp, like with a butter knife, but still sharp. And you could knock people out with the back of it. It would be pretty useful, but not as good as an axe or mace."

"True." Silvia admitted with a laugh. The buzzer suddenly sounded, making me jolt in surprise.
"Well, I'm sorry folks, but that's all we have time for. Please give a round of applause for Adelaide White!"