HUMANITY'S FAULTS, f. odair

006. interviews

Sona was busting herself with Indie's outfit, making sure the straps were in the right place, the laces on the high heeled boots laced to perfection, the ties all hanging the same way and were the exact same length. Indie had started to get worried she was too busy with that that she would have to shove make on her all at once, and she'd look like a freaking unicorn.

Finally, Sona moved onto the hair and make up, having decided it was best for her to wear the outfit while doing it so she wouldn't have to worry about her hair and it falling out of the simple French braid that she had preformed. When Indie looked in the mirror she was surprised to see how simple it looked, at so amazing between the silver eyeshadow and eyeliner. But she felt more dressed up then she had ever been in her life.

Sona squealed, leaning over Indie's shoulder that now was hard to do based on the height of the heels she wore. "You look amazing." She said exaggerating the first 'a' and Indie was so busy examining herself that she didn't cringe at the sound of the woman's fake voice that she used half the rule. "I mean, it looks like you've actually had a proper shower." She sniffed before adding, "Smells like it too." She giggles and Indie smiled, shaking her head slightly.

"Thank you, Sona." She said genuinely. It was the first time she had ever said anything genuine to a citizen of the Capitol. "It's amazing."

"Of course it is, everything I do is amazing." Sona declared before taking hold of Indie's hand and pulling her. "Let's go." She sang. "The other tributes are going to be so jealous. I think this is my best work yet. So let's get you out there a maybe you'll get more sponsors."

Over her time in the Capitol she had come to realize that's what It was all about. Sponsors. They could get you just about anything as Stephanie had said. And no matter how much she despised them that would be helpful if she needed a medicine of some sort. Or was dying of hypothermia and needed something to warm her up. As Stephanie said, she could loath them all she wanted, just don't make it known that she did. Indie had watched a few different Hunger Games in her spare time, and each time the victor got help from sponsors while the victims got less. It seemed to be a rule that was unspoken among the victors.

Being a middle district, she didn't have to wait very long. They had them lined up by districts and the girls got to go first, the boy's going second meaning they waited in line until it was their turn. She had seen Sona's down put face when she realized that the others all seemed to be wearing something just as grand and amazing and it was clear she was sad her dress that she had designed wouldn't soak up all the spotlight, but Indie had reassured her it was beautiful.

Sona left leaving Indie alone with the other tributes and Indie was left to stare at the boy from four's back directly in front of her in his dazzling suit. She could hear Caesar Flickerman's voice coming from the stage, and the girl from one, Reverie walked out onto stage, her heels making her look even taller than she was as she put on a charming smile.

Everyone watched the tv screen as they greeted her (she had been rather charming and funny making Indie realized the whole personality thing was true), and once again as it had happened many times before the tributes walked out in order, one by one to talk to the host for three minutes at a time. Nerves had started to creep up on Indie as she waited, and she hated that they were only just coming now. She could've dealt with them in some way before. But in line, minutes away from being called left her without a solution.

Finally, the boy ahead of her — who they had called Vlad — walked out onto stage, waving a hand and smiling  confidently. Three minutes to go. She waited, fidgeting with her fingers as they counted down, and she watched the boy get ready to exit the stage.

Mark leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Just remember to breath." Before leaning away again, as if it had never happened. She listened to him, sucking in a deep breath before one of the men standing around her beckoned her onstage, and the boy, Vlad, left with a charming wave of his hand.

Slowly she walked out from behind the curtain, eyes immediately flashing to the citizens of the Capitol watching, seeing their laughing faces as lights slightly blinded her from seeing to far out, as it was so dark. They were cheering, and watching her every move enthusiastically and once again she was reminded of how wrong this was. Would they really like her in the end if they heard her true thoughts about their annoyingly discolored faces?

"My my my," Caesar Flickerman said as she cane to a stop, shaking his hand and turning her attention to him instead as though the audience wasn't watching before they took a seat and slowly the talks died down to low whispers. "I must say, you look lovely tonight Miss Marsh."

Taking a deep breath and plastering a fake smile to her face, she said, "Thank you, Caesar. You look rather dashing yourself." She still wanted to throw up at his like green hair, and she was never one to judge, but she listened to her mentors, biting her tongue as she spoke. Just suck up to them for a few weeks and it'd all be over.

"Dashing. Dashing." Caesar repeated the word before saying, "Well I've been called many things but dashing certainly isn't one of them. I like it." Indie repressed a gag as she smiled at him, the crowd letting out a few whistles in praise. "But we aren't here to talk about me so let's talk about you."

"There isn't that much to say," Indie said smiling tightly, "I've led a rather boring life compared to your amazing lives." The comment earned a few laughs from the audience and Indie strained to keep a smile on her face, which was becoming harder do to the fact she wanted to strangle every one of them.

"What about your family?" Caesar suggested and Indie nearly felt her face drop. This had to be the mentors fault. She wasn't to keen on sharing her life story with a bunch of bastards who called themselves good and normal. "How do they feel about you competing in the games."

"My older sister is worried for me, but she believes that I will make it out alive and well." Indie declared keeping her charming facade up.

"And your parents?" He questioned and looking into the crowd, Indie realized that they did love a good sob story, for entertainment.

So clearing her throat she said, "They arent around anymore." There were a few 'awws' from the crowd and sounds of sympathy as she let her face drop slightly, hoping to look like a kicked puppy. She hated whatever person had made these damned questions. "My mother died of disease when I was four, and my father of heartbreak." She let out a rather dramatic sigh before adding on, "But I hardly remember them so, you can't miss someone you don't remember, now can you?" She asked with a pout settling into her lips.

"No," Caesar said in a gentle voice that showed he was clearly acting his sympathy, "You certainly cannot but still, so, so tragic." He let out a sigh before moving on. "One last question, if you don't mind Indigo—"

"Oh, please call me Indie." She interrupted him, a smile once again showing up on her face.

"Alright then Indie, if you win, what do you think you'll do when you get back to District five? The second, you get back."

"Oh that's easy. I'll run up to my sister, and tell her how much I love her and miss her." She said, a true smile showing up at the thought of her sister, and being home with her to never be disturbed again.

Home. That's where she wanted to be.

. . . 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 . .