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Post by Sweeny Gee on Sept 8, 2010 21:08:11 GMT -5
* Music plays, Avox behind the camera signs for 3... 2... 1.... Snap!*
Good evening everyone, and welcome back from our break! (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 12's tribute to the stage.... Peeta Mallark! (waits for them to come in) Good evening Peeta, and I am sincerely sorry for under which circumstances on which we are meeting. However cheer up darling, you may bot bee a career, but you certianly are a dashing young man. Who knows you may beat the odds! Please sit down, just try not to disturb your costume too much, it could sell for allot of money later on if you win.... (waits for Tribute to sit down)
Now I have a distinct set of questions to ask you. These are 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. However be warned, I may throw in a random question just for you.
We all know that all the tributes will be fighting for their lives, but there is almost always a driving force behind the winners. Tell me Peeta, do you have anything, or anyone, really special you will be fighting to come home to?
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Post by Peeta Mellark on Sept 14, 2010 0:04:18 GMT -5
Peeta turned paler as he caught sight of himself in the glass of a window pane. He wore a coal black suit with a black waistcoat and black button-up shirt. A tie of palest silver hung around his neck. Straight on, it looked at best, gothic, at worst, boring. But the minute a bit of light hit him... the whole suit had a sheen to it. 'Diamonds.' Mel's and his stylists at said. The quick glance explained to him what it meant. He grimaced at his reflection. He looked faintly ridiculous and not at all like Peeta Mellark, the boy from District Twelve. He wondered what Katniss at home would think of this gussied up version of the Baker's son. If she was even watching. She likely was. Peeta's stomach turned; did that excite him or make him even more nervous?
With a shaking hand he reached up to push aside the stray blonde hairs that tended to fall on to his forehead. They weren't there. Peeta suddenly recalled that they had cut his hair. He peered at himself in the window again. His ears seemed to be sticking out more than usual. He felt like a shorn sheep. With the same trembling hand he tried to pat his hair over his ears, but it was now trimmed just slighty too short to do so.
Footsteps, and before he had a chance to react he felt the weight of a large hand on his shoulder. The blue eyes of his mentor looked back.
'We'd best go, Mel should be starting her interview soon. You should probably see it.' They walked in silence. Silence seemed to be the norm around Tributes. No one seemed to know quite what to say to someone who was just seventeen and about to die.
The backstage area was bustling with Capitol citizens, in all of their gaudy frippery. Some were juggling cameras, coffees, clipboards. A table full of fresh fruit, crackers, cheeses, cookies and wines was set up in a corner. Peeta's mouth watered. The amount of food consumed in the Capitol was unbelievable.
His mentor, with a tight grip on his shoulder led him to stage-right and stationed him in the wing where he would eventually enter from. He was facing the Host's chair and would therefore be unable to see Mel's face throughout the interview.
'You can watch, but you have to be quiet. And don't let it impact your interview'
His mentor had disappeared before Peeta even had time to furrow his brow in confusion. Impact his interview? What could Mel say that would change his interview?
A short musical interlude cued the start of Mel's interview, and she entered, looking beautiful, Peeta noted, and barely one question in, Peeta knew what his mentor had meant. The things she was saying... her voice wasn't even recognisable as the Mel he knew. She was a vixen, she was flirting like crazy, he could imagine her eyelids were fluttering. Down to Earth Camellia Vincent wasn't like that. Her interview passed in a blur and she was whisked by without even meeting his eye, and then it was his turn. As the music played, his heart raced, and then as he stepped out on to the shining black stage and into the warm yellow lights, he was suddenly calm.
His feet beat a steady rhythm as he strolled to the open chair. He gave the audience and a grin and a slight wave at his introduction.He sat himself down with a wide smile at the infamous Sweeny Gee. Peeta's feet were flat on the floor and he was relaxed, his head tilted at an angle that implied interest in what the speaker was saying.
Peeta felt surprisingly at ease to be in front of so large a crowd (not to mention the thousands watching from their own homes). He had never realised how easy being onstage was. Sweeny continued talking, Peeta paid rapt attention.
'We all know that all the tributes will be fighting for their lives, but there is almost always a driving force behind the winners. Tell me Peeta, do you have anything, or anyone, really special you will be fighting to come home to?'
This wasn't the first question Peeta had expected. But he had prepared for it. His whole life had been spent preparing this answer. Katniss. He had Katniss to go home to. A pronouncement on national television could not escape her attention but...
Katniss was safe at home. Saying her name now would not have any effect on the Games. And despite his earlier coaching, Peeta couldn't help but say, 'Honestly, Sweeny?' Peeta flashed his wide sad eyes at the camera. 'The someone I have to fight for is right here.' He hesitated, his desire to not lie slowing him down, 'Her name is Mel. I think you've already met her.'
Peeta smiled, sadly this time. 'We've been friends for a long time, I didn't realise I loved her until both of us ended up in the Games and I realised how short life could be. I know she's found someone else here in the Capitol, but I don't mind, I'll keep her safe, just for him.' He looked straight into the camera. 'I hope you love her as I do, someday.' It felt so natural to say, Peeta almost believed it himself.
((Sorry for the incredibly long post.))
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