Writer's Games Entries

Task 2: "The Interview"

One thing that strikes me as slightly hilarious, is how the designer's team barely dare to put their hands on me. It's like they're scared their wrists or fingers will magically twist and turn in an unnatural position. When it comes to putting on this suit that they've put out for me, I have to figure it out myself because they're too scared to touch me. They're totally not enjoying themselves right now: being put to work with criminals that have killed people in the past and can easily do it again...with them.

"I'm more likely to wreck your joints unless you help me with the outfit." I let out as they hesitantly make their way towards me and help me out with the suit. They let me do the buttons myself, but I'd like the help with the tie. I've never ever worn a tie. Not even at the trial back in District 4 did they bother with making me look good. My crime had outdone everything that could possibly put any positive lighting on me. Right now however, they're actually trying to make me look good, which is different.

I've always been a looker though so I don't care for much about the rest...meaning make-up. There's hardly anything to fix up on so I just leave the room the minute my tie is good and the rest of the suit is the way it is supposed to be. I'm not gonna allow them to touch me anymore. They barely tell me to stop before I'm out the door and making my way down to the studio...well, they hardly try. They all know well that if they try to talk against my own wishes, I'm gonna make them look like that 'poor' Avox who didn't fold my clothes the right way just before the training session yesterday. She was incredibly easy to wreck which was the only disappointment. I guess that's why I took my time with that guard later on.

Down by the studio, I catch some of the other Career-tributes talking amongst themselves. Normally I don't care for a chat, but Thalassa is standing there with Kleone, the girl from 2, and I'll say this and never admit to it later: she's got me intrigued. I'm a little curious about her if I'm honest. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous Bone-Wrecker..." Kleone lets out leaning against the wall. "...Joint-Wrecker..." I correct her as I also correct the tie that feels slightly tighter than before. I know she's doing this on purpose and she's getting to me. "Right, sorry..." She lets out, but we both know she isn't. "I'm sure you are..." I call her bluff so we're both on the same page. "Well, you two seemed eager in chat. Don't stop on my account..." I let out as they look at each other.

"They're using two hosts today..." Kleone lets out to the both of us as I check the television-screens and see them. "I've heard that the girl, Areefta, she's the one to look out for. She's actually the one you don't mess with up there compared to that guy...Gloss. You can play around with his fragile little mind if you want to." She lets out and I can tell by the tone that she plans to do just that. "That sounds like an interesting idea..." I let out raising an eyebrow before we're all ordered to get in line. Thalassa and I move back as the fourth couple of tributes. They waste no time as they get started on the first tributes. Thalassa and I don't share a single word, but I look over at her once or twice. When I get my hands on her in the Arena I'll need to know where to begin, you know?

The clock keeps on ticking, ten minutes here, ten minutes there before Thalassa is called to the stage and I'm in front of the line. I glance back towards the other tributes for a short minute as I feel quite confident. Some of them in the back seem a little nervous. I hardly understand why. I see Thalassa doing what she wants with Gloss and she's pretty much having the time of her life with him as a man in a black suit comes down to guide me. I don't allow him to touch me as I simply follow him to the back of the stage. He doesn't even flinch though. People are usually a little scared of me, especially that little kid from 5.

"Over to the male tribute from District 4. He has spent his last two years in solitary confinement in the most secure prison of District 4. Welcome to the stage, Cyrus...'Joint-Wrecker' Blue!" The man saves himself even though he stutters through the name. I step into the lights not long after, but there aren't many people applauding. It almost seems as though they're scared I'll mentally wreck their wonderful wrists. I'll admit, it's quite a temptation when I look at them and they seem to notice it. When I reach the interviewers, Areefta is polite enough to only shake my hand, to which I notice she'd be a fine one to wreck as well...damn, all these temptations around here! I'll hardly be able to sit still.