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Ren Kishan Interview Part One

I had sat through 22  other interview. Some were good, others were, not so good. This room had  started out with 28 tributes, and one by one, district by district,  they slowly went on stage, and never came back. District 11's female  tribute, Axela Woodnickle is on stage now. I glance at the screen in  time to see Helvetica, our new interviewer, is that even a word?, slap  her across the face. I must say, I think I'm beginning to like this  Helvetica girl. Axela sits there and glares, and I hear the loud buzzer,  much like a fire drill ring, go off. My outfit? Yellow at the coller  and dark red at the hem of my button up dress shirt, my pants and shoes  are black, like coal. I look like a piece of coal of fire, course, that  is my district.

"Next up, is District  12's very own Ren Kishan!" Helvetica calls out to the crowd. I make no  move to join her on stage. "Next up, is District 12's very own Ren  Kishan!" she says again, a slight depression of enthusiasm. A  Peacekeeper grabs my wrists and shoves me on stage.

I barely had time to put  on a fake smile for the crowd before I was blinded by the capital's new  light show. I saunter over to the, is that a wooden stool?, I shake my  head slightly at the lack of care the capital has for their stars.

"Hello Ren," Helvetica sneers, obviously mad at me for making her look like a fool.

"Hello Helvetica," I add as much venom in my words as she had.

"So, how far do plan to make it in these games?" She's obviously planning my downfall as we speak, better play it safe.

"I plan to make it, as far as everybody else wants to."

Not the answer she wanted, "Who are the biggest and smallest threats in the Games?"

Ren Kishan Interview Part Two

I think carefully before  answering, "I am my biggest and smallest threat in these games," she  leans forward for more. "I must overcome my own personal obstacles, but  because I know my own talents, I'm not a threat to myself."

Pleased, she asks  another question, "What is your strategy for these Games?" she leans  back and crosses her legs, templing her fingers on her lap.

"I plan on not dying,"  just like everybody else plans to do, "If I die, then I can't win, and  so, just as everybody else, my strategy is to not die."

"Interesting.....What  makes you a contender to win?" she asks, just as she had asked every  other tribute before me, and will ask the next five as well.

"If I told you that, the  other tributes would hear, and then they would know how to kill me.  Every advantage, has a disadvantage, some big, some small, but we all  have them."

"Alright, Mister Smart  Ass, how about you tell me why you want to win." She's wanting a good  answer, like I have siblings that have no parents to take care of them,  or that I have a girlfriend who's back home.

I answer honestly, "I  don't know if I should say this, because this is going to give every  tribute a way to get to me, but I'm going to have to say it. I want to  win these games for Cobalt Jennings. She's my best friend, and if she  died, I too would die. If I happened to win without her, I would be sent  back home to a world where I have no friends," Helvetica seems to like  this answer. She makes to ask another question, but the timer sounds,  and I'm forced to leave. She announces the next tribute, Cobalt