rye hoben (andrye) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-24 21:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - districts, district: family interview, tribute: 56th rye hoben |
WHO: The Hoben family, Gita Farrow, a Capitol interview team.
WHAT: Family interviews
WHEN: Night #11
WHERE: District Eleven
WARNINGS: trigger warning for mild talk of eating disorder/starvation
STATUS: Completed
“I hope his family talk more than he does.” If only wishes really could come true, the interviewer had thought glumly. Sat with the Hoben family - the How-boring family, as she’d already started to refer to them - she was contemplating life and the disastrous downturn that it had already taken. She was only thirty! Far too young to retire from public life. A smile plastered on her face, all in the name of professionalism, she looked at the How-Borings. Mother How-Boring; old, in need of some serious work around her cheeks and the wrinkles about her eyes and temples, greying. Father How-Boring; huge, old, boring. Brother How-Boring; almost identical to the tribute in the arena. The one bright spot had been when someone had managed to track down the tribute’s love interest. Her smile softened as she looked at the girl, a tough but skinny-looking thing with a beautiful complexion. Oh, if only she could do something decent with her hair! And, of course, the baby! She’d cooed over the small mite, until it spit up and threatened to ruin her new blazer. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat. “Shall we begin?” Nods all round, and a happy gurgle from the baby. At least someone was enthusiastic, unless it was just wind. “And how do you feel, seeing Rye in the arena and seeing him survive for so long without an ally?” She gave the four and a half of them an expectant look, but the How-Borings all looked at one another for help. Luckily the girlfriend took the lead, and the interviewer let out a breathy sigh of relief. “Proud,” Gita told her. “Proud of him for sticking up for himself, sticking it to those other tributes and keeping safe.” Good. There was passion there, something that she really loved to see in a subject. Perhaps their doomed love affair would be worth something after all! The family all nodded in agreement. The baby gurgled. Definitely wind. “And how about kills? He’s still not managed it, sparing that other boy and unable to catch that girl. Taking a bite out of a career is all well and good, but don’t you think that he should have been able to finish the job?” Long, painted fingernails rested gently on one knee as she looked to the girlfriend to answer. “Having a heart doesn’t mean he’s weak,” Gita responded on cue, an unscripted answer that only made the interviewer smile. “It’s his biggest strength, and he keeps it hidden. They see him as a big, strong fighter, but sparing that boy helped him out. That’s why he’ll survive, see?” Good, good stuff. She motioned for the camera operative to focus on the girlfriend, now ignoring his parents entirely. “And what does it mean to you, knowing he’s so close to returning home to you and your child?” Her heart plummeted as she saw the girlfriend hesitate now. She’d done so well, she couldn’t disappoint her now! The million-dollar question! The girl seemed to fuss with the baby for a moment, dark eyes looking out from her thin face into the infant’s gaze in silence. Her answer wasn’t directed at the cameras, instead almost spoken to the child. The interviewer could barely breathe, not wanting to interrupt this moment. “It’ll mean more than the world to me. To us both.” “Goodness, weren’t those parents a bore?” She drawled as they left for the train. A few more questions, with awkward responses from the family and good ones from the girlfriend, and then they’d given up for the day. “I think we’d be better off just editing them out, keep it to the girl and let them have a few background shots.” “She’s beautiful too, I would kill a tribute for that bone structure!” “And so thin, too! I wonder if she’s been trying one of those starvation diets, they’re all the rage with the fashion crowd. Some of them look positively famished! Positively dying!” “You know, I heard about this one diet. You don’t eat all day, and then when you feel as though you’re about to faint you eat a cube of cheese…!” |