These are short interviews of the Tributes from Districts 1-6. They will all be asked the same questions.

District 1
Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester walked out on stage together, dressed in matching black tuxedos. Dean, the shorter of the two, but the oldest, wore a blue tie, while Sam wore red.
Their stylists had gone for classy and smart suits, believing that they would get more sponsors if the crowd viewed them as supermodels.

They sat in red velvety chairs in front of a crowd of thousands, but the burning hot spotlight made it hard to see the eyes watching them. The Winchesters were not afraid; they were determined. They sat across from Hiddleston, the young, good-looking man directing the interviews.

"Good evening, boys!" He said, smiling at them. My name is Hiddleston, but of course, we're not here to talk about me, we're here to talk about you!"
He flashed a grin at the camera.

"Is there anyone you left behind in your district when you came?" Hiddleston asked.
Sam pondered this a moment.
"Yes. My youngest brother, Adam. We had to leave him behind."
Dean nodded, "It hasn't been the first time we've had to leave him. I just hope we get to make it back to him someday."

"Sam, you were the first reaped, and you seemed okay with it. How did it feel when your own brother volunteered in someone else's place to come in here with you?"

"Well Hiddleston, how on Earth do you think it feels?" Sam responded angrily. "It feels like crap knowing he's been pulled into these Games too!"

"Dean, why did you volunteer?"
"No way in Hell is my little brother leaving this easily. Live together, die alone, as people say. I'm gonna help him win."

The crowd gave a collective awww, and Dean nodded over at Sam.

"I've been watching him and protecting him since I was four, and that's not stopping now."

District 2
Edgar and Alan walked on stage with a nervous but charismatic aura to them. It was clear they preferred comfort to style, along with staying inconspicuous instead of being broadcast to millions.

The stylists dressed the Frogs up as something sexy: something they did not want to be seen as. Both were wearing dark eye makeup that lined their eyelids as well as white shirts that somehow enhanced their muscles with black jackets and matching black pants.

Alan did not like having his hair slicked back, and Edgar took all his self restraint to not brush his fluffy bangs out of his eyes now that there was no signature red bandana to keep everything in place.

Hiddleston rose to shake their hands. Neither of the brothers really smiled much, even as the crowd cheered.
"Evening, boys!" He grins, motioning for them to sit.

"Evening," They both grunted. It wasn't to seem rude, it was just their discomfort and nerves working on them.

"Your stylists did a great job on you both!" Hiddleston said, tugging the jacket flap on Alan's suit. Edgar furrowed his eyebrows.

'Our stylists did crap,' Edgar thought, disliking being dressed up in hopes that a sponsor would think they were hot and give them support in the Games. He didn't say it out loud, though. Instead, they took their seats and mumbled, "Thanks, man."

"And what about you? Is there anyone you had to leave behind?"

The brothers shared a look and Edgar grunted gruffly.
"Of course there were people we left behind," Edgar answered, squinting slightly. "Who doesn't?"

"We had a family back in our district," Alan added. "We're family, too. I'm gonna have to watch my own God-Forsaken brother kill me, or worse: get killed. These Games are really messed up."

"Alan, I understand you volunteered to be in here, though? You could've opted out and stayed safe."

"No way I'm letting my brother do it alone. I know those Winchesters said the same thing just a minute ago, but it's true. If my brother has to kill me to survive, so be it. Until then, I'll use everything I can to keep him living."

District 3
Beth Greene and Marty McFly walked onstage after the brothers from District 2 left. The two of them were dressed in cool, soft colors, Beth in a light, pale blue dress to her knees, and Marty in a suit with the matching blue tie. Beth's hair was pulled up in a simple but elegant twist, but Marty kept his youthful messy hair.

It was all a play on their innocence, the stylists had decided.

Marty escorted Beth onto the stage, and she was practically clinging to his arm to stay standing in her high heels. The audience thought it was cute. Hiddleston stood up to shake their hands and guide Beth to her seat. He kissed her hand before she sat down.

"Nice to meet you both," he said politely.
"You too,"
"Yeah, nice to meet you," They both mumbled a response. Beth was intimidated by all the eyes, but Marty was alright with being in front of people. The real nerves came from the death match looming in their future.

"Is there anyone that you had to leave back in your district?
"Well yeah," Beth said, her accent coming out a little bit, "I think everyone had to. I left my dad, my sister, Maggie... I think everyone had to leave someone behind, thats just part of these Games, I guess..."

Marty shook his head a little.
"Actually, no. I basically lived alone in District 3...,"
There was a soft awww from the crowd.
Marty chuckled, almost a bit sadly, "In fact, the glares I get from the other tributes are basically as close to friends as I've come for the past few months."

The crowd awww-ed again, louder this time.
"I'm just kidding, actually, not all the tributes are mean. In fact, most of them don't seem so bad, which is why it's a shame any of them have to die in this."

"Yeah," Beth said almost under her breath, "It's a shame anyone has to die at all, in this world."

District 4
Donna Noble and Charlie Bradbury hailed from the only District with two female tributes. They both had firey red hair and a confident attitude.

Donna was one of the most casual looking tributes, in a plain gray dress with a black belt just above her waist. It made her look strong, somehow.

Charlie was dressed in white. The white dress went just above her knees and it was smooth and silky. Pure, almost.
It brought out the fire in her eyes and hair.

Hiddleston reached out and kissed both of their hands as he welcomed them to the stage.
"Good evening, ladies. You look very lovely tonight."

"Thank you," Charlie smiled, head held high.

"You're very welcome. I love the hair," he said, gesturing to the two ladies' red hair. "It's like you two are the fire twins!"

'Fire twins? You're kidding me.' Donna thought, but she didn't comment.

"Now ladies, who are you going to miss most from your district while you're in the Games?"

"My books," Charlie laughed. The crowd chuckled along with her. "My books and the fact that I'll be missing new episodes of my shows."

Hiddleston almost howled with laughter. As the audience quieted again, Charlie drew them in.
"No, but really, I'll miss my mom. She doesn't even know I'm gone. She's been in a coma for the past few years..."

Charlie paused to quickly wipe her eye, "Sorry."
"No, no, don't apologize," Hiddleston encouraged. Charlie shrugged and nodded to Donna to answer.

"My grand-dad," Donna said easily, "He's the one who encourages me to do what I love without doubt. He's the one I'll thank if I make it back, because I know he'll be rooting for me no matter how tough it gets."

District 5
Castiel and David walked onstage,  David with an enamoring confidence, Castiel with an innocent confusion. David was dressed in black leather, not too different than his usual attire. Castiel was in a black suit and dark blue tie, also much like his usual outfit, minus the tan trench coat.

David's platinum hair was spiked in the front, but the back hung down a bit like a mullet, and Castiel's hair was messy and unkempt.
David walked on in front of Castiel as a way of showing his leadership, knowing full well people noticed that miniscule detail, knowing that he was being watched down to every out-of-place hair to the blink of his eyes. He knew everything was monitored and used against him when getting sponsored and in the Games.

"Good evening, District 5!" Hiddleston said cheerily.

When Hiddleston tried to shake hands, David looked him over for a moment as though deciding if he was worthy, then shook his hand once and sat down.
Castiel stared at his hand in confusion, shook it, then spent the rest of the time staring directly into the camera pointed at his face.

"Is there anyone back in your district you left behind? Who's motivating you to do this?"

"Is there anyone I left behind?" David repeated incredulously, blue eyes shining, "No, not anymore. But my motivation cones from who President [CENSORED] Moffat took from me." David stared at the camera with a fierce glare.
If looks could kill, the world would be dead.
"My brother that I lost, Paul, he motivates me."

Castiel looked over at David as though wanting to calm him. David stared him down angrily, then looked back at the camera, telling the world his thoughts.

"And my other brother in the Games this year, Marko. We got split when these [CENSORED] Districts split us up! I dont even know where the [CENSORED] Dwayne ended up, but I know we would all be together if Moffat hadn't [CENSORED] [CENSORED]----"

Castiel and the interviewer shared a quick glance. David had cursed out the president on live television. Hiddleston looked uncomfortable, but to everyone's surprise, did not ask David to leave the stage.

When David was done, he glared into the audience and straightened his posture, regaining that capturing gaze, the one where every eye becomes trained on him, no matter how much they want to look away.

He knew full well what he had done and what it could cost him, but he did it for Paul. And Dwayne. And Marko. Because he was more than capable of handling himself in these Games. The question cane back down to the others, like it always did.

"Uhm, and you, Castiel?" Hiddleston tried.
"I've left my brothers behind," Cas said simply, staring into the camera. "I have many brothers and sisters, but I don't know if they can suffer another loss with our numbers so low now."

Hiddleston nodded and focused eagerly on Castiel, almost afraid of David, just like the haunting man had planned.

District 6
Gordie and Neville came on the stage, earning a quick once-over from David and Castiel as they passed. They were dressed to play on their innocence, just like District 3.

Gordie was in a red knit sweater and black pants, his hair combed and gelled. Gordie was the youngest tribute in the Games, and the stylists used that to his advantage, trying to get the sympathy vote.

Neville walked out with his arm around Gordie, like he was trying to protect him like an older brother. Neville looked uncomfortable in his white button-down, red tie, and black jacket, but it was probably a bit of stage fright working on him.

Hiddleston shook their hands and guided them to their seats, putting a hand on Gordie's shoulder to comfort him.

"Hello, boys," Hiddleston said encouragingly. He, too, was playing on the innocence of both of them. "Welcome to the Capitol."

They nodded as a thanks.

"Is there anyone you had to leave behind back home?"

"I've got some friends back in my District, Chris, Vern and Teddy," Gordie said. "I've got my parents too, but we just lost my brother not too long ago. They've been really upset lately. I hope I can get back to them; I don't know what they'd do if they lost their other son."

"My gran," Neville muttered, eyes cast downward. "And my mum and dad, but they don't remember me much anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter if I come home or not."

Gordie looked over at Neville.
"Don't talk like that, of course it matters if you come home!"

Neville shrugged. "It matters that you do, too."

The crowd awww-ed softly and a few audience members wiped their eyes.

"Gordie, I understand you're the youngest tribute in the Games this year. How do you feel?"

Gordie swallowed a lump in his throat. He thought it over for a minute, carefully choosing his words.
"It's challenging," he finally stated, "but I don't think people should write me off so easy. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid."

Hiddleston clapped for them encouragingly. "You both seem like intelligent young men, I wish you both luck."

"Luck isn't part of it. Skill is." Gordie said softly, "Skill, and allies. That's all it is."

Neville stared at his own feet. He wasn't ready to die. Or to kill. But then again, was anyone?

*****
Author's Note; Okay, this is the first half of the interviews. *Whew!* I was going to do more questions but oh man this took a lot more time than I thought. The next six will (hopefully) be easier than this. Sorry if this confused anyone!

((Yes, Hiddleston was a play on Tom Hiddleston, sue me. It was hard to choose an interviewer that wasn't Caesar Flickerman!!!))

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