The Capital Games (a writer games)

Spítha Fotiá Tribute Interview

SPÍTHA FOTIÁ

Tap-tap-tap I drum my fingers nervously against the whiteboard I'm holding. Since I can't speak, and they still want to interview me, I have a whiteboard and a marker. I'm nervous about my spelling, and handwriting. I'm not extremely educated. Yes I can write, but it isn't pretty.

Pretty. That's what my stylist told me I was. With bronze eyeshadow, blush, and lip gloss accenting my face and matching the metallic bronze chiton(ancient Greek tunic for women) I'm clad in. The supple material flows about my frame in myriad drapes. Circular clasps hold the fabric together and form loose sleeves by securing the fabric together at my wrist, elbow, and shoulder. A belt crosses my chest and wraps around my waist. I have black gladiator sandals on, and black earrings.

Finally, its my turn. I cautiously plod towards the plush chair I'm to sit in. Three women, well two women and a girl, stare me down as I perch on the lush candy pink velvet.

The eldest, a woman wearing very sheer clothes, leans towards me with a threatening expression.

"So.. avox.. I'm not even going to try to pronounce your name." She was interrupted by Ravea's elbow in her ribs.

"Its not that hard! Just Sp-ith-a Fo-ti-a." Ravea announciates precisely. I give her a small smile, thankful for her politeness.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted," Joanna and Ravea exchange a glare, "So, Spítha.. How do you feel about the games?"

I stare at a spot on the carpet, debating my answer. Should I reply honestly and declare my infinite hatred for them, let should I lie for the crowd and say they're entertaining. Honest wins out and I painstakingly write with the red marker.

'I hate the games with every fiber of my being. My blood boils at the thought of the arena and the bloodshed it contains.' I could go on for days with my hatred, but the board only has so much room to write.

"You obviously seem like a fierce little lady." Joanna didn't hide the sarcasm in her voice. She flopped back against her couch and glared at the world in general.

"Nice chiton today," Sky starts, I smile at the fact she know what its called. "So, how did you get that unexpected training score?"

I smile sweetly and scrawl my reply.

' let's just say I let the fire breach the surface. ' I grin to myself at my mysterious answer, hoping it will be perceives as threateningly as possible.

Sky nods and gestures Ravea. Ravea is fruitlessly trying to cover a nasty bruise with her hair and makeup, but the mottled blue patch still shows through.

"So, what was your life like before the rebellion. And before you became an.............avox." She said the final word as if she was uncomfortable with it.

I shrugged and wrote as small as possible so I could fit everything I had to say.

'I was your average district four girl. I loved the sun, the surf, and fish. But, my brother went into one of the games. My mother loved him. She went insane when he died. My father had been lost in a fishing accident, and she was already devastated. So, she attacked every Capitol employee she could find with a knife meant go gut fish. They wanted to punish her, buy she was to far beyond to hurt her physically. So they took me and held me before her. A man took that same knife, now sterilized,and made her watch as he cut my tongue out.' I couldn't help.it, the tears started oozing from my eyes, and the stump of my tongue throbbed in my mouth. Sky patted my leg and I gathered myself and went on.

'I was forced to do every filthy, difficult, painful job that could be found. I was punished for no reason regularly. I had to help tributes, some of whom were quite cruel. I've been pushed into broken glass, belted... Had.... Things... Done...by older guys..... Pretty much every abuse imaginable.' I shrugged like I didn't really care. Which was a lie of course.

Joanna leaned forward again. "Fascinating. So. Do you have a strategy for these games?"

'yes. Get angry and let all Hell loose.'

"Erm.. Wow. Some strategy. So, who would you ally with?"

'probably the other avox, and anyone who doesn't seem Capitol. whoever will have me i.guess.' I shrug. I really haven't thought of that.

Sky nods thoughtfully and slowly asks the next query.

"what tribute do you fear most?"

I sigh through my nose and stare at my hands. Who do I fear the most, and who am I willing to admit that about. I pick a hangnail. pick... Snow's girl?..pick pick... Ignus crane?.. pick......hmm..

'I guess its a tie between Ignus and Rarity. Both seem so viscous and angry.'

Its Ravea's turn again.

"I can see why you'd think that. Now, what do you think of the Capitol in comparison.to your old district?"

My eye twitches and my fingers clench around the board and marker. Was this question Really necessary??

'I liked my old district. The Capitol can burn as a new HELL for all I care! You cut my godforsaken tongue out just to spite my mother after you murdered my brother! I think the Capitol represents the swine of the earth! The waste of the.world! What kind.of society forced their children to kill each other?'

I could feel the tension crackle in the air. Joanna glared at me.

"Final question," she spat. "Who of us three would you most want to be sponsored by?"

'Not you Joanna. Either of the others, but you represent the ideas I despise.' I glare sharply and rise, challenging her to reply. Then, I reverse sharply and storm offstage.

I hear the announcer echo in the background.

"After that resounding ending note, let's give it up for the next tribute...."