The 8th Writer Games & The Reader Games & Writer Games: The Deadly Decade

Interview: Audrey Fulquard --DEAD--

Audrey Fulquard stood  awkwardly amongst the hustle and bustle of the backstage area where the  other tributes readied themselves for their interviews with Brielle.  Doe-eyed, she eyed each tribute carefully. They all looked like such  sweethearts; it pained her to think that, in a couple day's time, she  would be forced into an arena to fight to the death with all these  lovely faces.
Audrey ran her hand over her tribute dress. The  stylists had dressed her in a tight-fitting, low-cut black dress with a  coat of real fur draped around her long neck. She was laced with  elaborate jewelry beyond her wildest imagination. For the first time in  her life, she actually felt beautiful.
"Audrey Fulquard!" Brielle called out from centre stage. "Come on out, Audrey!"
  The moment dawned upon her very quickly. Brielle had just called her  name. Hesitantly, Audrey stepped up onto the stage, and nervously paced  over to the puffy chair that awaited her.
The crowd clapped and  cheered. Audrey swept the bleach-blonde bangs out of her pretty face and  bit her lip as she sat down self-consciously. She gave the audience a  quick wave, and smiled as they screamed her name.
"Welcome to the  tribute arena!" Brielle announced excitedly. She put a hand on Audrey's  shoulder, much to her surprise. "How are you today, Miss Fulquard?"
"Oh, I'm well," Audrey peeped. "It's all a little overwhelming..."
Brielle laughed. "Well Audrey, you look positively exquisite," she beamed.
  Audrey removed her arms from their uncomfortable position covering her  lavish dress. "Thank you!" she grinned. "I don't think I've ever been  dressed this fancy... you know I didn't have anything like this when I  was dating my old boyfriend, Orin... he was a sadist, you know... I got a  black eye and my arm in a cast and now it feels like everything's just  turned right around!"
"Wow!" Brielle gasped in amazement. "So you've been through a lot!"

Audrey Fulquard stood  awkwardly amongst the hustle and bustle of the backstage area where the  other tributes readied themselves for their interviews with Brielle.  Doe-eyed, she eyed each tribute carefully. They all looked like such  sweethearts; it pained her to think that, in a couple day's time, she  would be forced into an arena to fight to the death with all these  lovely faces.
Audrey ran her hand over her tribute dress. The  stylists had dressed her in a tight-fitting, low-cut black dress with a  coat of real fur draped around her long neck. She was laced with  elaborate jewelry beyond her wildest imagination. For the first time in  her life, she actually felt beautiful.
"Audrey Fulquard!" Brielle called out from centre stage. "Come on out, Audrey!"
  The moment dawned upon her very quickly. Brielle had just called her  name. Hesitantly, Audrey stepped up onto the stage, and nervously paced  over to the puffy chair that awaited her.
The crowd clapped and  cheered. Audrey swept the bleach-blonde bangs out of her pretty face and  bit her lip as she sat down self-consciously. She gave the audience a  quick wave, and smiled as they screamed her name.
"Welcome to the  tribute arena!" Brielle announced excitedly. She put a hand on Audrey's  shoulder, much to her surprise. "How are you today, Miss Fulquard?"
"Oh, I'm well," Audrey peeped. "It's all a little overwhelming..."
Brielle laughed. "Well Audrey, you look positively exquisite," she beamed.
  Audrey removed her arms from their uncomfortable position covering her  lavish dress. "Thank you!" she grinned. "I don't think I've ever been  dressed this fancy... you know I didn't have anything like this when I  was dating my old boyfriend, Orin... he was a sadist, you know... I got a  black eye and my arm in a cast and now it feels like everything's just  turned right around!"
"Wow!" Brielle gasped in amazement. "So you've been through a lot!"

Audrey nodded quickly  in agreement. "I promised him," she said sheepishly. "...I promised him  that I was going to win for him. Then when I come home, the two of us  will buy a house, and start a family, and I can get the happy ending  that I've always wanted... I mean after everything that's happened..."
The audience aww'ed once more at Audrey's beautiful sob story.
Brielle took Audrey's hand, and raised it high for everyone to see. "Audrey Fulquard, everyone!"
  The arena went wild as Audrey stood up to hug Brielle. She tugged down  her dress quickly, still a little self-conscious about being in front of  all those exuberant people. Audrey tried not to poke her interviewer  with the dozens of pearls in streams around her neck.
"Good luck,  Miss Fulquard!" Brielle called out as Audrey scampered off the stage.  When she had finally disappeared, Brielle turned to the audience with a  large, jubilant grin. "Well, well, well," she boomed. "A sob story? A  fairy tale love? A girl that went from rags to riches? ...Well, you  never know what kinds of people you're going to meet in The Games!"