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Post by Sweeny Gee on Sept 8, 2010 19:54:44 GMT -5
* Music plays, Avox behind the camera signs for 3... 2... 1.... Snap!*
Good evening everyone, the time has come once again for this year's tribute interviews! (waits for crowd that has gathered near the stage to quiet) I am coming to you live from the Capitol, and am here to introduce each and every tribute to you this evening.
At this time I would like to call District 1's tribute to the stage.... Ren Huff! (waits for the boy to come in) Good evening Ren, and I am sincerely sorry for under which circumstances on which we are meeting. However cheer up son, you are a Career. Odds are you will be the one to come out on top! Please sit down, just try not to disturb you costume too much, it could sell for a lot of money later on if you win.... (waits for Ren to sit down)
Now I have a distinct set of questions to ask you. These will be generic questions I will ask each tribute, just so that everyone gets to know you. Who knows some of this information could get you some extra nice things in the Arena.
We all know that all the tributes will be fighting for there lives, but there is almost always a driving force behind the winners. Tell me Ren, do you have anything, or anyone, really special you will be fighting to come home to?
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Post by Ren Huff on Sept 11, 2010 9:03:57 GMT -5
His stylist had tried to match him close to what Eliza was wearing. To make him look like he was one of those shiny luxury things that his district produced. He was wearing a new suit with a shiny tie that was a little too loud and obnoxious. Ren adjusted his coat, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the entire thing. His suit for attending the Reapings wasn't even this nice. Licking his lips once in slight apprehension, he lifted his chin as Sweeny called his name. He walked out onto the stage, smiling as brightly as he could.
His eyes flew over the audience as he sat back into his chair. He smoothed out his jacket and sat up as straight as he could. His stylist had been the one who had complained about his posture. Apparently, he slouched way too much and she wanted him to look proper and presentable. He looked back to Sweeny, setting an elbow on the arm of the chair, trying to get in a comfortable position. Afterall, he didn't want to disappoint his stylist.
He listened quietly to Sweeny's question for a moment, wondering what exactly he would be fighting for. He definitely wanted to get back to his father and brother. Getting back to them would definitely help him in the arena, but were they what he was fighting for? If he died, he knew they would be able to move on at some point. Ren frowned, so what exactly was he fighting for? He didn't even know himself, but he knew the audience and Sweeny were waiting for an answer.
He cleared his throat quietly. "I suppose you could say I'm fighting to win, Sweeny. I've been training for the Games my entire life and I want to prove that that hasn't gone to waste." Ren nodded, more to himself, that was the best answer he could come up with at the moment.
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