The 73rd Games: A Hunger Games Fanfic [slow updates]

{8} Interviews

Jacob's pov- District 1 Male Tribute

After the elevator incident, which was three days ago, I felt annoyed that I owed Ingrid. After all, her idea had saved us all, and she brought us down that elevator to safety. Today was the fourth day since then, and I came knocking at Vicotria's door.

Well, first of all, the elevators are insanely annoying. When I stopped at Victoria's floor, it said in that honey coated voice I had grown used to, "This is not your floor," and shut its doors silently.

At last, I yelled at the elevator, and I must've ruined some of the sensors because it let me out without saying something in that annoying voice.

I led him into the room full of books and opened one about kayaking. "Looks like there's gonna be water and kayaks in the arena." I said.

"What? Coyotes?" Victoria exclaimed.

"Kayaks..." I repeated. "Kayaks."

...

A few days later...

**Ingrid's pov**

It was time. Time for the big performance. The time where we would be scored, to tell whether we were worthy of winning.

As I shook, waiting for my turn, the best I could hope for was something above a five. 

I walked into the bare room, all the judges sitting in a row, smiling faintly and evilly. 

I drew in a deep breath and grabbed a lighter broadsword and a shield from the rack. As if on cue, a hologram opponent leaped from the sky to face me with daggers in both hands. I didn't waste any time in pointless circling, I dashed in with a speedy cut to the ribs, ducking a stab to my head. I flipped the blade and drove in at the holograms chin as I somehow side stepped a diagonal slash.The hologram knocked the blade out of my hand- I smacked it with the shield and dove in for an uppercut. I swung my leg and twisted at the same time, aiming for the liver. 

Perfect. 

Just as I stopped to take a breath, a dozen fake swordsmen swooped in from above, and I locked swords with one, only to turn around to trip one, smack one in the face, and accidentally kick one on the shin. Three were gone, when I knocked one over, decapitated one, flipped one off, and then elbowed one by pure chance.

Only when three more stood, I allowed myself to hope. The air was filled with the clanking of metal and hologram as my blade flashed. Ducking a swift blow to my head, I swung the swords sideways, and- oh, darn it, this person had a double edged two handed sword! I aimed for the wrist but hit the hilt, but my purpose was still done- I knocked the sword out of his hands and moved in for a swift kick in the ribs.

The last one was easy, I twisted the machete out of his grip and watched as he faded away.

I stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, as I stared at the people, the judges deciding my fate. 

And from what I could see, the President gave me the slightest of nods and dismissed me.

I felt completely worn out, but my heart was racing and my imagination was on fire.

A few days later...

Ingrid's pov- District 5 Female Tribute

My heart was thrumming a speedy rhythm in my chest and I wiped my sweaty palms on my tight, thick, dress. I had to admit- it was gorgeous, a black dress that spiraled to the ground, with roses that shone like lightning stitched in a perfect pattern.

But it felt weird, in a way, the brilliant lights shining on my bare shoulders, illuminating the glitter that I was slathered with. 

Crystal was the first to talk, and she answered all questions with rigidness, but very little hesitation.