The Hunger Games discussion

The Interviews Are Now Open!

One post per character, something of a back-and-forth between them and the interviewer, who we're going to name Havinia Gradiean because that name is made from the letters that came out of my keyboard when I smashed my head on it in frustration at not being able to think of a good name on the spot. Yeah!

(alsdjflkjl haven't started, can you leave this open for like...the week?)

((Are we playing the interviewer?))

(Yeah! It's gonna stay open until the actual games start, and then a few days after that, so that everyone gets a chance to do it.)

Taylor wrote: "((Are we playing the interviewer?))"

((Yep! You're playing the interviewer in your post.))

((Thx!!))

((This will just be one post here, and then you can continue rping at the chariots))

((Also - Havinia is nonbinary because I can))

((Ooh, great!!))

((So, can we do the interview now, then get back to the Chariots?))

((Yep))

((Thx!!))

Ariah walked up to the stage. While she still hated dresses with a fiery, burning passion, this one was a bit better than the one from her chariot ride. It had a huge, fluffy skirt that went all the way down to the floor, which was a bit impractical, but warm nonetheless. However, the dress still didn't cover her shoulders or any part of her arms at all. Honestly, what did a girl have to do to get some damn sleeves? It was cold here in the Capitol, the least they could do was give her a jacket.

She took her seat in the chair next to Havinia, who grinned at her. "Please welcome Ariah Sylvidas!" The crowd cheered politely, although they were clearly saving their applause for someone more exciting than this unknown girl from District 12. Ariah didn't mind, or really just didn't care. These were the people who were going to cheer at her death, she didn't need them to like her.

"So, Miss Sylvidas, good evening!" Havinia smiled cheerfully as the cheering quickly faded. "How have your days in the Capitol been?"

Ariah thought for a moment. "It's been cold, and I've been preparing for my own possible death, so y'know." She said after a short pause. "But the food is nice, so that's a plus." This earned a roar of laughter from the crowd, and a chuckle from Havinia.

"What do you think might be your biggest strength in the arena?" They asked, leaning back in their chair.

"I'm a survivor." was all Ariah said. It was a vague statement, but it was true. She knew how to get food, knew how to fight, knew when to run. If she could stay alive long enough for the other tributes to kill each other off, she could make it to the final few and maybe even win.

Havinia frowned, and clearly wasn't satisfied with her answer, but they didn't press for more. They smiled again, and asked, "Final question. What do you look for in allies?"

"Intelligence. Independence. Someone who can help me just as much as I can help them." Ariah said. "I don't plan on making alliances with anyone who can't carry their own weight." She paused for a moment. "I'd also like someone quiet that knows how to stop talking."

Again, the Capitol people seemed to find this incredibly funny. She hadn't intended for it to be, but they were still laughing. Havinia grinned and faced the crowd. "Ariah Sylvidas, folks!"

As Ariah walked away from the stage, nobody saw her hand, hidden in the fluffy folds of her skirt, flipping off everyone in that audience.

(I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!)

(Awwwwww thank you~)

(Ariah is awesome!!)

((Ikr lol she's is AWESOME))

(May Azzy go next?)

(I think you just post individually, there's not an order)

(K!)

Bay walked onto the stage, where the interviews were going to be held. He was up next. He was in his royal blue suit, the one his stylist had made, he didn’t even know his stylist’s name.

“ Mr. Niles it’s a pleasure to meet you, “ The interviewer said.

Bay gulped and sat down on the chair that was across from the interviewer.

“ Hello, “ Bay said

“ You must be our District 9 tribute?” He/She asked but it was more of a statement, it felt as though he was reminding Bay of his position.

“ How have your days in the capital been? “ He/She asked

Bay smiled slowly, “ They have been good, the food is great! “ He said a little louder than he meant.

“ What do you think is your biggest strength when in the arena? “ He/She asked

“ Oh, um well I don’t know, hard work, I have been working since I was 6, “ He said

The interviewer nodded following along.

“ Final question, what do you look for in an alley?” He/She asked

Bay had no idea what the interviewer had meant, He/She leaned back in their chair waiting for Bay to answer. “ I honestly don’t know, but if I do make it, I would want an alley that understands what they are doing, “ He said

“ Alright, folks! Bay Niles! “ He/She said and Bay walked off the stage.

( Did I do this right??? )

((Kind of...but Dagger said that the interviewers name was Havinia Gradiean and that they were non-binary...))

( OOOOOHMMMMGGGGG SORRY!!!! )

((Lol it's okay))

Azalea Aalto strode to the middle of the stage, the glittering teal fabric flowing behind her as she walked, chin up with a contrived smile, waving and blowing kisses at the crowd that she hated so much as she was introduced by Havinia, the wave designs on her dress shimmering as she moved, looking like they were moving across the outfit.

Just an hour. Just an hour before you can go break something in peace She thought, trying to soothe herself as she sat down gracefully crossing her legs and sitting up straight. "Hello Ms. Aalto, how has your day been?" They asked politely after the whoops and cheers died down. Azzy grinned back. "It's been a long one, that's for sure." She joked, causing laughs to scatter amongst the crowd. "It's a pleasure to meet you Havinia, and please, call me Azzy."

"Likewise Azzy." They replied winking. "So, now that you've seen the competition, what do you think about your opponents, and potential allies?" She thought for a moment before answering, before deciding on a reply. "I have not been around them enough to give a good answer, but from what I saw, I think that most of them will be worthy opponents in the arena. Some have hidden strengths while some flaunt them, and either way I am looking forward to facing them, and hopefully defeating them." She said, lying through her teeth, but she lied and acted this whole time and by the looks of the audience hanging on her every word, she was damn good at it.

"Wonderful answer." They said before going to the next question. "We watched as your name was picked out by the raffle, and quite admirably, you still always have that confident expression, no matter when you were leaving your family, riding in with the chariots, or even right now in this interview. We want to know, how do you stay so bold and above it all?" They asked and she was a bit taken aback momentarily before getting ready to answer. "Personally, my confidence comes from practice. Of course I wasn't always like this, but there will come a time where you have to show everyone the person you want to be. And the person I want to be does not care about the opinions on the person I am, and is not afraid of anything or anyone." She said strongly, the crowd clapping and cheering at the powerfully worded response.

They talked for a while, both sides making jokes and she let herself be known a little bit, while still trying to hold on to her mysteriousness and a little bit less fake confident energy.

"It was wonderful to get to know you Azzy, and we wish you luck." They said, both of them standing up. "And it was wonderful to get to know you too." She said politely. "Thank you very much." And with that she headed backstage, excusing herself ad heading straight for the bathroom, almost punching a hole in the wall and laughing hysterically at the same time because no one like her is fully sane.

(Oof I hope that it wasn't too terrible)

[[Woah! Awesome!]]

(Broooooooooooo that was awesomeeeeeee)

((I liked it!!))

(awww thanks guys!)

(that was AMAZING avaaaaaa!!!)

Phillip confidently strolled onto the stage, looking out at the crowd and winking before he'd even reached his chair. The crowd broke out in cheers and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. I could spit on the ground and they'd applaud, he thought plopping down into his seat.
He turned toward Havinia and flashed them a warm smile.
"You sure know how to make an entrace," Havinia grinned, waving their hand to quiet the crowd.
Phillip shrugged, as if he were totally oblivious to the praise.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Mr. Thompson," They said, as Phillip wagged his eyebrows at the camera.
"The pleasure is all mine," he smiled shyly.
"I believe you are from District eight, correct?" the interviewr asked confidently.
Phillip nodded. "Correct."
"How have your days in the Capitol been?" Havinia asked, moving the conversation along.
Phillip shrugged, then in a low and serious voice he said , "it's…" he sighed dramatically, "it's been a dream."
The crowd let out a collective ahhh.
Havinia got a bit misty eyed.
Phiilip fought to keep a straight face. These people were idiots.
The interviewer swiped at their eyes and asked, "what do you think will be your greatest strength in the arena?"
Phillip smiled and ran a hand over his short hair. "Do I have to name just one?"he joked facing the crowd, who broke down in laughter. "But in all serious, I think it's my passion for others."
Havinia cocked their head to the side and gave Phillip a baffled look. "What do you mean?"
Phillip bit his lip and whispered, "what I mean is…I won't stop fighting until I get my fellow tribute home."
The noise that errupted from the crowd was deafening.
Phillip just sat in his chair waiting for them to quiet down.
Havinia fanned thier eyes then asked, "final question. What do you look for in an ally?"
Philip shrugged. "Isn't Foxglove enough?"
More cheers. More wet eyes.
"Give it up for Phillip Thompson. Our district eight tribute!" Havinia cried.
Phillip sauntered off the stage, nauseous from all of that sweet talking.

(azzys a career right?

i loved hers!!!!)

Bella |It's like you disappeared| wrote: "(azzys a career right?

i loved hers!!!!)"

AspiringAuthor wrote: "(that was AMAZING avaaaaaa!!!)"

(TANK CHU <3)

(is azzy a career?)

((Yes, she's D4 like Jackson))

(kk!)

(Yup! Well, she might decide not to be with the career pack, but she probably will be!)

((We might just do Jack and Azzy))

(Ava Connall and Azzy will be allies right?)

((Wait really? Jackson and Azzy are both from D4 and super similar. Idk though. We were gonna do something between them))

Connall waited in the wings of the stage, hearing Havinia Gradiean call his name. The audience was out there. So was his father.
They were watching. Waiting. Examining.
They wanted to know if he was a Tribute worth their time. They wanted to be convinced, and it was his job to convince them.
“He’s the guy we’ve all been wondering about...everyone welcome our young rogue from District Two, a crowd favorite. Connall Keenes!” The crowd exploded as Connall stalked onstage. His loose white dress shirt was tucked into tight black pants, stark against cocoa skin. It was all covered over by an oversized peacock-blue blazer with enormous gold buttons. His arms weren’t even in the sleeves of the jacket - it was just a heavy article draped over his shoulders.
He waved at the crowd, letting the blazer slip around a bit. Letting them look him over, the tall frame and lean limbs. He ran a hand through his unstyled russet hair, rumpling the boyish red-brown waves.
“Thank you, Havinia,” he said, grinning, as he sat down. Havinia smiled back. “Of course, Connall.” They turned to the camera, white teeth flashing jovially.
“I’ll start this off with something a little less stage-ish,” Havinia said. “How’s your day been?”
Connall smirked. “I just need a metal pole to the face and it’ll have been perfect.”
The crowd laughed, clapping and cheering him on.
Havinia laughed too.
“So, Connall, tell me a bit about yourself. You seemed very relaxed in the Tribute Parade,” Havinia offered, leaning back in their chair. Connall shrugged, upsetting his blazer again. “Yeah, I didn’t want to try too hard. We’ll see how far my natural charm gets me before I have to resort to selling out,” he grinned, winking at the crowd.
They laughed again, calling out encouragement.
“Would you say that charm is an asset?” Havinia raised a perfectly groomed brow. “You’re a Tribute, after all.” Their voice was sarcastically patronizing.
Playing for the audience. Just like me.
Connall laughed. “It’s definitely gotten me places. Like the dumpster.”
Snickers and whispers. They were hanging on every word.
Waiting to see what else he had to say.
“Those must be very interesting stories,” Havinia stated dramatically. Connall just raised a shoulder, glitter-dusted eyes widening in mock innocence.
“So other than your charm, what do you say is your strongest skill?” They asked, tilting their head. Connall knew this question. The crowd knew this question. They wanted to know about their rogue Career boy, and this was their chance.
“I don’t really have a chosen weapon,” Connall lied. Everyone knew by now not to take him too seriously. “I think my best skill would be sarcasm, though. It’s just a talent.”
“Not a weapon?”
“Oh, it’s definitely a weapon,” Connall grinned. “I can fire right back into someone else’s face without even moving.” The gold flecks in his eyes gleamed, brought out by the stage’s spotlights.
“Well, I’m sure we all can’t wait to see your skills at work in the arena,” Havinia proclaimed, unintentionally sending a stab of fear into Connall. He knew what they expected, and that he had to deliver.
“If you want, I can show you attitude,” he lied, knowing he’d be hiding. The audience cheered. Screamed, really. They did want it.
The sass wasn’t a weapon. It was a shield.
But the crowd didn’t know that.
As he stood with Havinia, he felt strangely detached. Even the crowd’s cheers chilled him - the approval he’d been chasing for so long. Would he be able to prove himself? They were banking on him - cheering for him.
He had to survive. To show them that they were right.
But if he couldn’t?
He knew they’d be cheering for his death.
Just like this.

(that wasn't nearly as good as I thought it would be but whatever)

( WOAH )

((I liked it!! Noelle's might take a bit of time))

((And idrc about Jackson's XD))

Ayla ~when raindrops fell~ wrote: "((I liked it!! Noelle's might take a bit of time))"

(Noelle's is going to be so fucking epic)

((Awww thank you))