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Cesar laughs at this and the audience follows his lead. "Wouldn't we all?" He comments. "Your Evee is so adorable." He adds. He reaches forward and attempts to pet Cream while saying: "Final question Ellie, what do you have anything to say to your loved ones at home?"

Suvansh looks around the hall, and hears the interviews carefully, examining them too. While he was skeptic to do so not long ago, he had mustered a lot more courage over the time he spent here in the Capitol. He was, if nothing else, intrigued by the people around. The tributes were interesting enough, but more so, was Ceaser. How could be be so calm, and nonchalant all the time? Well, he supposed it was his job, and he had been doing it for years, like any good talk show host. He noticed, how Mare went Spector again, due to the sheer nervousness. He pittied for her a tad bit...Akiro's interview, was strange to him, while Charlie...now he understood her 0. Unnerving silence was her strategy. Well, who knew silence more than Suvansh? Maybe Charlie but that's out of the question. Katana, a show off as always. But Chelsea...he wondered if her 10 was due to her flirtatious skills, or does she fight as well. He keeps his hands into his pockets, awaiting his turn. He was wearing a plain white shirt, black pants, and a black waist coat for the occasion. He got the shirt and pants from the wardrobe provided by the Capitol, but he carried his own assortment of coats and jackets with him. Even though he didn't really have much stuff when he left on the train, he received a package from his mother not long later. He was eager for his interview, and then maybe, talking to some people, he thought.

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A nine? Not too bad, considering she didn’t use her umbrakinesis.


“Echo Darkstar” Cesar says confidently, and scattered, slightly unenthusiastic applause rings through the room, some too shocked to clap. “A Darkstar? What’s she doing here?” or, “Ooh a Darkstar, this’ll make the competition more interesting” Echo walked up to the stage, dressed in a all black outfit, a hood thrown over her head, as she gripped the handle of her axe. “Well? Are we going to get it over and done with, or not?” Echo asked impatiently, wanting to go find Mare, the one person whom she sorta knew. “First question, How do you feel now that you were picked?” “I dunno, do I? You tell me. How do you think I would feel?” Echo retorted. “Okay, next question. How confident are you of winning?” “Depends” she simply answered. “Okay, two more. What do you think of your opponents?” “Let’s see...why should I tell you?” “Never mind, last question—“ “oh shut up I haven’t got all day” she rolled her eyes, as she slammed the axe on the podium. “W-well, a round of applause for Echo Darkstar!” Cesar said, looking nervously at the throwing knife in Echo’s hand.


Echo stalked off, her emotionless face softening upon seeing Mare. “Hi” she waved, unsure of what else to say.

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(Cuteness mode engaged-)

"I promised that I'd do my best to come home," Ellie says.

Cream seemed a bit wary at first but then allowed Ceasar to pet her. Except, he was doing it wrong. He did make an attempt to scratch the top of her head, but instead was scratching Cream's face, which she clearly didn't like from the drooping ears and noises. When Cesar realized this, he scratched the fluff under her chin, which Cream loved greatly and the telltale signs were the sounds of approval coming from the Eevee. Her fur was softer than Ceasar could've imagined.

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Cesar visibly gushes at this. His trance is broken when the buzzer goes off. "Ahem" he mumbles, clearing his throat and continuing. "Right, thank you for your time. Best of luck to you." He tells Ellie. As usual, the crowd applauds Ellie offstage

"Suvansh Agarwal", Ceaser heard calling out. He smooths his dress off creases, and swiftly walks towards the stage. He stepped onto the porch, and took his seat. Ceaser asks him, "So, our young champ, what is it are you planning to do when you kill all of the other tributes?" His heart stops, and his blood boils. He raises an eyebrow, but within, he was dying to strangle Caeser for this question. "I mean-" Ceaser continued, "You got quite an impressive score! Of course you'll be one of the greater powers in the arena-" this was enough. He wouldn't go anymore with him just calling out such, even if it was just flattering. His rage exceeded his limits, and the winds around him started to flow in the opposite direction. The table, the fruits, the chairs, and Caeser, all started to shake, and one by one get lifted into the tornado that was forming. The peacekeepers paniked and tried to move towards Suvansh, but were pushed away by a swift push of his hand. The crowd started paniking, but all of the sudden...started cheering. They ooh'ed, and aah'ed. They really did not care anything except a great spectacle of power, did they? He runs his fingers along his temples, and calms down, calming the winds around him. Ceaser had went about 4 feet high in the ground, and smacked to the ground with an ouch. The crowd started laughing at this. Suvansh thought embarrassing Ceaser this much was enough, and he apologized haughtily, "Sorry, but don't go asking me vague questions like that, ever again, if our paths cross." and took his leave. He didn't suppose he'd get many sponsors for what he did now, but then...did they really care what he did to a mere questionaire? All they cared about was if he had the potential to win or not. He gets into the back corridor of the stage, having an ear on the next interview, and probably striking up a conversation with someone else.

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"Coraline Splatterhawk." Cesar calls after a few seconds. His face was still pale from Echo and Suvansh's performance. Never, in his whole career has he been threatened and attacked. But still, the show must go on, so he must force himself to move past this. The crowd cheers Coraline onstage

(I'm just tottaly ripping this from the first MineGames RP because it would be the same thing-)

Coraline for a moment was torn, then she pulled out her charger, and after letting the weapon charge for a moment, a long row of Cyan ink suddenly shot out, laying a nice clean straight path to the other chair. From there she pocketed the weapon then changed into her squid form and sped swam in the ink, and jumped into the chair. Once in the chair, she changed back with a huge grin on her face, showing some of her fanged teeth. "Woomy!"

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Delighted by the performance. The crowd cheers even louder. It takes Cesar a few moments to finally calm them down. Finally, he is able to. He sits down in front of Coraline and offers her a kind smile. "How are you doing tonight?" He asks

"Im doing well, thank you, Ceasar." Coraline beams up at him, her legs swinging.

(My babu can english-)

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"Wonderful! Wonderful! Now tell me Coraline. It's rather unfortunate, but you got a pretty low score. How do you feel about that?" Cesar asks, but not unkindly. He genuinely looks like he feels bad for Coraline.

Coraline just shrugs. "The number's not really that important, it's just a starting number for the people to start bidding your life line in the arena."

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"That's a very insightful answer." Cesar replies. Mumbles can be heard within the crowd. They all seem to be agreeing with Cesar. "Final question Coraline. Who are you most worried about to face in the arena?"

"Im a bit worried about everyone honestly. Everyone's gunning to get home no matter what." Coraline admits.

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"Oh, uh, yeah, of course," Ariko said hurriedly. He walked over to her, and glanced at her hair for a minute. It certainly looked complicated, but not that hard. It looked like there was just some hair that was wrapped around the band holding it all together. He gave a determined sigh. "Alright then, let's see if I can attempt this without causing you pain." Now that he wasn't as embarressed, he had found what little sense of humor he had. "Just tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"

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Again, mumbles are heard within the crowd as they comment on Coraline's wise answer. The buzzer quickly goes off, signalling the end of the interview. "Thank you for your time Coraline." Cesar tells her.
"Next up we have Bella." Cesar calls. The audience applauds Bella onstage and Coraline offstage.

Chelsea agreed with a small, "Mm." Clasping her hands on front of her, she waited for Akiro to work the magic the he would likely work. Hair always got easier to undo if you were looking at it from another perspective. After a few moments, Chelsea began subconsciously humming, the same tune she'd been dancing to in the hallways earlier. It seemed like forever ago, but it was really less than a few hours.

Bella merely covers Coraline's cyan ink with her Octoshot, the trail being a little more rougher than Coraline's but the line still being covered in purple ink. From within the purple ink, Ceasar watches as the Octoling takes to her human form as the ink rolls off of her. With a small nod she sits in the chair provided.

(who's ready for insanity)

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Even though they had just seen a similar performance, the audience can't seem to get enough of Bella's entrance, and they cheer her on anyway. Once they all have settled down, Cesar finally begins. "What an amazing entrance Bella. Tell me, how prepared do you feel for the Games?"

It took him a minute, but Akiro was successful. The entire time, he was extremely nervous that he was going to mess up and make it worse, but he managed to find a pattern and successfully unravel Chelsea's hair. He stepped back a little when he was done, handing her the band. "There you go, all good." He smiled nervously. "You, uh, look really nice with your hair down like that." His eyes widened and he stuttered nervously, "That's n-not to say you didn't look good before, I mean, uh, I'll just stop talking now," he finished lamely, looking at the floor.

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