The Interview

[gamemakers]

Who| Kevin Prentiss and Everyone
What| The Victory Interview of Arena 04
Where| Televised all across Panem
When| Before the opening ceremonies of  Arena 05
Warning/Notes| All players are welcome to tag around in appropriate reaction threads.

With the winter holidays and the season's snow, life just seems a little busier for everyone in the Capitol these days. It's almost a relief that the Arena 04 interview of the most recent victor, Kevin Prentiss, is a private one. No glaring lights or a rowdy, excitable live audience.  Just a camera and a couple of comfortable chairs that everyone can tune into from the comfort of their own homes or private parties.

The music begins as always, loud and proud and with flashing lights before the reveal of an empty set. As the music fades and the voice-announcer finishes his introduction, a plush violet-colored curtain lifts and three figures are revealed: Caesar Flickerman himself, dressed in a shiny silver suit and a tie the same colour as the vivid blue skies above the Capitol with his hair and eyebrows died to match, and two lovely avox escorts in their matching crisp red uniforms.

It may take a moment for viewers to realize it, but the faces of both these avoxes look familiar. The faces of past victors.

Holly Sheer and Jane Shepard.

But they are gone almost as soon as they appear, and Caesar is all smiles as he takes one of the empty seat and says hello to the camera and the world.

"And now, it is my great pleasure to welcome to the stage, your newest victor of the Hunger Games, Kevin Prentiss!" Caesar says, and the curtain lifts once again to reveal the winner of Arena 04.

Comments

OPEN

[punchdrunkvictory]

His jaw was clenched in anger. There was no way this would go unnoticed by any of the current competitors in the games. Haymitch knew though...he knew this was not the worst Snow would do to traitors.

Haymitch's arms crossed, keeping silent despite the rage he felt. Good women, who were submitted to this humiliation. Terrible.

[hasacondition]

He didn't recognize the women, but judging by the reaction in the room, he might just be the only one. He's good at reading people, and intimately familiar with anger in particular, so it wasn't hard to pick up on the feeling in the room.

He had hoped watching these things would give him a better idea of what he was getting into, but it was just raising more questions.

He hovered awkwardly in the back of the room, feeling a strong sense of not belonging, of not knowing anyone, but after a second of internal debate he shifted closer to another watcher.

"I think I'm missing something," he said quietly, trying not to sound too loud while everyone was focused on the television.

[punchdrunkvictory]

The man's voice snapped him out of his blind rage for a moment. He could explain this in so many ways. He could tell him the truth. He had a feeling though, that while in the company of the Capitol elite, it might be a bit frowned upon. He could offer to explain to him later. Would it even matter? Would he get the chance?

...He could always lie. He wasn't above it.

It was making his head spin just a little too much, "Bit of an understatement."

[hasacondition]

He kept one eye on the screen, to try and piece together what was going on both with these particular people and with this whole damn society in general. The problem with oppressive kidnapping murder games societies, besides the obvious, was that it was hard to figure out ambiguous answers-- it could mean it's not something he's supposed to ask about, or this guy could just not want to tell him.

He nodded once or twice to himself, glancing down and chewing on his lip in thought. He didn't want to push, not sure what's even safe to push yet, or what's worth pushing for.

"You're telling me." He was missing everything.