Hunger Games Role Play and Fan Group discussion

((Make this into an actual conversation with Caesar Flickerman))
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What's your strategy for winning?
Someone special back home?
How do you wanna be remembered--if you do die?

Caesar grins out at the audience as Nova presses her hands into her dress, as blue as the ocean she's been fishing in all her life.
"And now, we welcome our gorgeous woman from District Four, November Ashley!"
Nova smiles and steps onto the stage. Her eyes flicker across the seats, filled with potential sponsors. 'Mine', she thinks. 'They'll be mine'. Pushing her shoulders back and knowing just how beautiful she is, she walks towards Caesar and sits down, taking his outstretched hand.
"You look quite lovely tonight," he states into his microphone, and people cheer.
Nova pushes back some of her curls hair and smiles. "Thank you, Caesar." She knows she looks good, with her gown covered in small seaweed designs with an occasional small, silvery fish. She likes the dress colors, but not so much the fish.
"Tell me, November. What is your strategy for winning this year?"
"Well," Nova begins, leaning in, "I can't really tell you. I don't want any of these other tributes to get any ideas. But I can swim, so if there's water, I would say I have a better chance than anyone besides my district mate, wouldn't you? And I am good with knives and I'm unafraid to hurt anyone to get where I need. Is that enough of an answer? I need to get back home and make my family proud." She pouts and turns to the audience. "My brother won this, a few years ago. Just think how two victories in the family would look!"
A good number of people cheer, and Nova lifts her chin and smiles, convinces she's reined in a few sponsors at least.
"So your family is your main reason to try and get back home," Caesar states. "Tell me, do you have someone special back home?" He raises is eyebrows, and nova flushes.
"Caesar! I-I do. My girlfriend, Anna, she and I have been together for awhile." Her face darkens. "I would like to see her again."
Now, a series of "awes" course through the audience, and she smiles again, a bit more discreetly.
Casear nods. "Well, I hope you do, November. One last question--should you die in these Games, how do you want to be remembered?"
"Easy." She tosses her hair. "As someone who never lets their family down and who died with a struggle. But don't worry. I'll win this."
Caesar laughs. "Well, we shall certainly see."
November stands, and Caesar announces her one more time before she waves at the audience and strides offstage, confident that she's wracked up at least a few sponsors.

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What's your strategy for winning?
Someone special back home?
How do you wanna be remembered--if you do die?

Caesar feigned a shocked face as Clay stepped out onto the stage.
"Let's give a warm welcome to our handsome guy from District 11, Dream!"
Clay fixed his tie and took a seat next to Caesar, his eyes flickering to the people in the stands. Pity, they don't look very sponsor-worthy. He thought and turned to his host. Clay took his hand and shook it firmly.

Clay adorned a dark green suit, a black tie to match, and his white mask glimmered in the harsh white lights. "You look dashing, don't you?" Caesar spoke with a smile into the microphone. "Why thank you." Clay responded, listening to the cheering grow to a roar before eventually lapsing into a calm silence, letting Caesar continue.

"Now, If I may, Dream, What is your strategy for winning this year?" Clay's host asked, tilting the microphone to him. "I plan to do the same, unpatternable, way i've done every year." A smile crept onto his face as the entire room fell into a tense silence. "I'll kill any person I come across, hunt anyone with a chance of winning, and pick them off one-by-one." He finished, Caesar looking terrified at the intensity and bloodlust in Clay's voice.
Clearing his throat, the host continued, "Well then, do you have anyone special at home?" His voice was sing-song-y and he batted his eyelashes.

Clay's words clumped up in his throat, he never talked about his family. "I don't," He said finally, "I win the Games for fun and for myself." Clay shifted uncomfortably, his chest squeezing and squirming. "Oh I see..." Caesar pouted and then pulled the microphone back to his mouth, glancing nervously at the crowd, which had stayed in shocked silence for over five minutes. "Of course, how do you want to be remembered, if you do die?" Caesar wanted this over with, Clay was scaring him and he felt trapped.
Clay leaned forward, his entire posture and face darkening. "I'm not going to die Caesar, but of course," He leaned back, becoming entirely too cheery. "In the impossible theory I do die, I want to be remembered with fear and the imprint i've left on the world in the short years of my life." And then he was done. Clay stood, bowed and then walked away. The crowd burst into nervous whistles and claps. They fear me, you fools. You'll sponsor me whether you want to or not"

What's your strategy for winning?
Someone special back home?
How do you wanna be remembered--if you do die?

"Now lets welcome the femal of district 12, Kate Mchaven!" Caesar says as Kate walks onto the stage wearing a black coal dress. Kate stares at the floor, its clear she hates the whole ordeal, she makes no atempt to hide it. This will cost her dearly later in the games. Caesar pretends not to notice, "So do you have anybody special at home? What was your life like before your name was drawn?"
"I had a life. I was a doctor. I helped the weak. I helped people who would have died otherwise. I have no family. These are the people I care for. These are my family." A tear slides down her cheek. Caesar comes over to give her a hug but she brushes him off. "To all the people in your houses in distict 12, I want you to know...." Kate's voice becomes a wisper, "I loved being part of 12. It was an honor". Caesar doesn't comment, he is also crying. Kate's voice becomes louder " I WILL FIGHT AS HARD AS I CAN TO RETURN." Caesar finds his voice again, "That was touching....". His voice stops in the middle of the sentence, "may I ask what your strategy is Kate?".
"Do you think I am stupid?" Kate says in a messured voice, "I can only tell you this," , she stares into the camera, " I will never stop fighting." The timmer beeps and Kate walks off the stage, leaveing people dumfounded.