Interview with Thomas Quistan!

Thomas stood on stage now, looking around. Interviews had to be the worst part to the entire process, and Thomas was about to begin his. As he walked on stage, he watches the lights flash onto Caesar. Hearing Caesar's voice this close, and most certainly worse than over the television, Thomas approaches. As Caesar introduces him, Thomas gives a fake smile and wave to the audience. He wasn't prepared for this.

Thomas looks confused slightly as he takes his seat across from Caesar. The question asked was one of, the least importance, to Thomas. "Well, Caesar, the Capitol is... interesting, to say the least. I haven't done much aside from train, and that includes not eating much. Been quiet for me, though." He turned his attention from Caesar into the thousands-upon-thousands of Capital citizens eating him up to seem interested. This was most definitely not his thing.

Wincing slightly as Caesar spoke, Thomas listened to the question. As Caesar placed his elbow on his knee in an attempt to mimic the audience, Thomas gave him the same look as last time, one of confusion. "Well, in training I mostly worked with daggers. From throwing to stabbing and everything in between. As for my specialty, that will have to wait until the Games for everyone to see," Thomas said, with a bit of emphasis on the 'have.' Thomas leaned back in his chair, not only to relax a bit, but to get away from Caesar as well as he could. He did not want to be that close to the person doing the thing he hated. He turned to the audience and gave a wink and a smile, hoping to capture some hearts.

Thomas stared at Caesar with a disgusted look when he mentioned 'secret lovers.' "Well, Caesar, I do not have a secret lover. I am a single teen just looking to continue with his life. And, no, there isn't a secret enemy. Presently, every other Tribute is an enemy in the end. I'll be partners, but once a certain point hits, everyone is an enemy. For the 'secret secrets,' " Thomas placed air quotes around the last two words, "I believe the only one people should be worried about is how I plan to win the Games. And my weapon of choice, of course." Looking over the crowd again, Thomas winked with the final sentences.

Thomas was more comfortable with this question. Relaxing his smile into something more natural and real, Thomas smiled at the audience and then turned and smiled at Caesar. "I honestly have no idea what the Gamemakers have in store for us this year, Caesar. And I doubt any of my guesses will be within 50 yards of the target," Thomas said. Glancing down to his left, into the audience, Thomas prepared the next answer. "Oh, for my dream arena, it would be urban. Something with a bit of a city feel, tons of hidey-holes, and quite a sense of worry. Never-know-what's-around-the-corner and all the funsies in between!" Thomas exclaimed. "Oh, wouldn't that be magnificent to watch? It would be a bit reminiscent of home, and I would be a bit more comfortable." Thomas smiled at Caesar, and then the audience, and back to Caesar.