The Interviews.

[gamemakers]

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.

Comments

[ssa_derekmorgan]

As Derek sat down, he was starting to regret that the ground hadn't opened up and swallowed him whole. He considered himself somewhat of a ladies' man but the attention he was currently given was overwhelming. He found it somewhat funny and weird that people that he had never met in his entire life, bawled like a baby the second he stepped out onto the stage.

He sent Caesar an apologetic smile. He probably had to deal with these screaming girls all night long. "I hope you have ear plugs with you," he whispered to him jokingly, hoping to ease the tension in him.

[gamemakers]

"Huh!?" Caesar teases, pretending not to hear his statement. But then, gives Derek a wink and laughs. "Trust me, I've been around since before Finnick Odair won his games 10 years ago, I've learned that necessity."

He even taps the side of his head to show Derek the tiny sound dampening earpieces he's wearing.

"But enough about me! Derek. They tell me you were an FBI agent? What does that mean, exactly?"

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"Well," he began slowly, "It's kinda hard to explain but it's pretty much like the peacekeepers around here. I do whatever I can to capture the people who are causing trouble around town - usually serial killers - with my team. Emily is my partner."

[gamemakers]

Caesar nods along; an active listener as Derek speaks. "Very noble," he interjects, almost as a side-comment to the crowd. But that isn't the thing he decides to focus on.

"Ah, the lovely Miss Prentiss. You two do seem... very close indeed. How long have the two of you known one another?"

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"We've known each other for almost seven years," he smiled. "We're good friends..."

[gamemakers]

"Seven years, wow, that is quite a time. Good to have an ally I would imagine. Should we as viewers expect to see another alliance between the two of you in the next arena?"

[ssa_derekmorgan]

Derek smiled, nodding, " We work well together and we get along...so yeah, I think we can expect that. It's easier to work with someone with know and trust than a stranger."

[gamemakers]

"I can certainly understand that mentality," Caesar agrees. "In the past, as I am sure by now you have probably heard, it is not entirely uncommon for tributes of other districts to work together for a time. Strength in numbers, and what have you."

"So what sort of an arena are you hoping to see this time around. Obviously not ruined desert cities, I would imagine..."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

Derek paused and pondered over Caesar's question. What sort of arena? Honestly, if he had things his way, he would never want to see or hear another word about the Games. It didn't sit right with him and it never will. But no point in wishing for something that would never happen. His father always taught him to make the best of what you were given and it was exactly what he was going to do. At least, he won't be alone, he had good company.

"Hopefully, some place where clean drinking water is readily available..." he said with a mischievous grin, "If fresh frozen margaritas are available, it would make the arena a lot more enjoyable, won't it?"

[gamemakers]

"Indeed! In fact, I say why wait! Let's have some frozen margaritas right now!" Caesar laughs, and then leans closer to Derek, "Would you like one?"

That can certainly be arranged, after all.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"Oh, I would love one," he grinned. "Maybe some nachos too, please."

[gamemakers]

It's hardly half a moment before a slender looking young man with bright green hair comes out on stage, practically running with a silver try in hand. And on it, two large and vividly yellow-green margaritas. One for Derek and one for Caesar.

Caesar takes one and raises his glass to Derek with a grin and says, "An excellent choice!" As he sips from the straw with a grin, the audience rumbles with sounds of amusement.

"You certainly have good tastes."