He'd been fiddling with his costume (that he hated ) when a voice squeaked: "Well, darlings, that's my cue! I am so very thrilled to meet each and every one of you. There's no need to be nervous; do not fret, this interview is just a tempest in a teapot." That was pretty much the last thing Dex registered listening to, before promptly starting to fret. When someone tells you 'do not fret' it is most likely that you /will/ fret - or that's what he gathered, anyway. He wasn't really paying attention, to the interviews being conducted. He was thinking about mama. Sure, pretty weak, to think about your mother when you're in a contest that is probably going to get you ripped to shreds. And finally came his name "... Dexter Lemongrass of district six." He was pushed forward, wincing. There were no introductory words to cushion the use of his full name. She nervously stepped forward, swiftly brushing her hair into her eyes to mask the fear portrayed in them. "Hello Dexter. Lemongrass is an interesting name for a resident of district six." That's what the interviewer had trilled as he had stepped up and shook her paw. "It's Dex," he corrected automatically, a blush spiralling through his fluff as he said it. "My family haven't always been from six, that's why." "Dex. Got it, hon." Ellema replied as he shuffled awkwardly. "Well, why are you here, and who are you fighting for?" Dex thought. "I'm here because no one volunteered as tribute for me. I don't have many friends, back in six. And I suppose I'm fighting for my mama, she's... pregnant at the moment, so my future sibling too, I suppose." "How sweet. What do /you/do in six?" "Well, I would be fixing trains, I mean, I will be fixing trains, if, no when I get back." She gulped. She was trying to please the crowd, but was utterly failing. Ellema laughed. "Do you like trains then? It's fitting, considering that's how you were brought here!" Dex paused Did he like trains - No. Should he like trains - Probably. Was he a bad liar - Yes. "Honestly, trains aren't my favourite thing ever, I've got to admit. My grandfather passed in a train accident when I was five, so that didn't exactly help my passion bloom for them." "What a shame, apologies for your loss, Dex." Ellema yawned. Something about the way she said suggested the exact opposite. "My bandana - it was my grandfather's. I want it to be a sign of goodluck, but I can't say my grandfather's life was full of luck." She added, a little spitefully. "Well, I hope it proves to be useful in the end. I'm afraid that's your time up Dex. Goodbye." Well? What was that? Where was the big splash that drew in all the adoration from the crowd? They'd hardly even cheered. And she didn't like the way Ellema had said 'I'm afraid your time is up. Goodbye' Was his time up?
Lazy thumb tbh
