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The Gamemakers ([personal profile] gamemakers) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2012-07-27 01:26 am

The Interviews.

WHO| ALL TRIBUTES
WHAT| Tribute Interviews With Caesar Flickerman!
WHEN| The break between the closing of Arena 02 and the opening of Arena 03
WHERE| A stage set up in the South Wing of the Training Center
NOTES| Interviews are done by district, in descending order (12-1; saving Max for the finale.) Just look for the thread that has been specifically made for you, and show the nation of Panem what a star you are! This is the companion post to last week's backstage post, which should be considered to be taking place at the same time, in-game. There is also an Intermission thread in the middle of all the individual threads, for everyone to tag around in; watch and react and have fun.
MORE NOTES| New tributes (if we get any) will be added as they are accepted.



This is it. Your time to shine.

The red curtain rises and the lights shine bright; warm on your face and halfway blinding. The music plays, blaring in your ears, mingling with the roar of the candy coloured crowd just beyond the stage. You can see your face projected on what seems to be a dozen screens as tall as houses and there's even a small undercurrent in the noise that sounds suspiciously like half a thousand strangers screaming your name.

The stage is simple. Glossy black, reflecting the stage lights and the shine of your shoes. At the center you find two plush red chairs, tall-backed and velvet, but one of them is empty. Waiting for you. In the other sits a man in a midnight blue suit and a straight white grin. His hair is a vivid aquamarine with eyebrows to match, and he stands just as someone backstage queues you to take your step out into the spotlight.
greymatter: (Displeased Grey.)

Re: District 2 ➳ Alastor Grey.

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-07-29 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
How many people here knew his name? How many?

Grey steps out onto the stage but his strides are long and jerky with agitation and there's something altogether... unstable... in his eyes. It soon becomes clear that he isn't heading for that plush red chair that's been set aside for him as he passes it but for Caeser himself.
greymatter: Take up the bowie knife and play join the dots (Scalpel.)

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-07-29 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Grey isn't leaving the stage without a fight. The madman is sent into something of a fury at being kept from his target, thrashing and shouting, fighting against the Peacekeepers.
greymatter: Drugged up aristocrat (Injection.)

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-07-29 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
The crazed scientist is out of breath, chest heaving, by the time he's dragged to face her, but his mismatched eyes find the syringe quickly and some semblance of sanity returns to them as they turn instead to fix on her with a venomous glare. His muscles slacken as the fight leaves them.

How does the Capitol know everything about him? Things he's worked so hard to keep buried. Is it enough to simply return home anymore when these despicable people know this much about him?
greymatter: (Blue.)

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-07-29 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
The man quirks an eyebrow at her. "Can't say I do." He replies dryly. Some tension begins to return to his body. They aren't releasing him and he has an odd feeling that he's not going to like the reason why.
greymatter: (Test tubes.)

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-07-30 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
The fascination is clear on Grey's face. Such an interesting concept, the idea of using genetically engineered animals as weapons. The options were limitless, really. And the Capitol had clearly had quite some success with it.

It takes Grey several seconds to wander back out of his own thoughts. Fascinating though it all was, the woman's words were clearly meant to be a threat. "And your reason for telling me this would be?"
greymatter: (Displeased Grey.)

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-08-01 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
The scientist sucks in a breath as the Peacekeepers move to restrain him, trying to thrash out of their grasp. There's too many of them. "Get away from me!" He snarls at the woman as she approaches, rage in his eyes. Perhaps even a bit of fear.

Fear. It's not an emotion Grey is overly familiar with. Not one he wants to be. What is fear but a giant blinking sign of weakness?

He strains against the Peacekeepers' holds as the needle slides in, a harsh hiss escaping him as the venom is injected. It's like acid running through his veins.
greymatter: (A little unwell.)

[personal profile] greymatter 2012-08-10 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He bares his teeth at the woman as they begin to drag him away, eyes wild, but he can't manage to fight his way free to reach her, to take her apart.

By the time the Peacekeepers have arrived with him at Suite 02 the scientist is shrieking, the tracker jacker venom having been in full effect for several minutes now. They lock him within his room and stand guard as the madman wreaks havoc within it, trying to escape the unseen hands that keep reaching out to press themselves against him.

The Avoxes will have their work cut out for them come morning.