Interviews Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The entrance was hidden within an ancient stone structure, vines curling around the archway. Cassian glanced at Lena. “Let me do the talking.” She nodded. They stepped inside. The corridor led downward, spiraling into the earth. Strange symbols glowed faintly on the walls, pulsing like a heartbeat. Then— Figures emerged from the shadows. Cloaked figures, their faces obscured. Cassian stepped forward. “We seek an audience.” One of the figures stepped closer. “The Coven does not take visitors.” Dorian exhaled sharply. “This isn’t a visit. We need answers.”

The interviewer is Jane Wilson a popular interviewer, she had interviewed a lot of popular people who in line of entertainment and sports. “Good afternoon, Gideon” Jane greeted me with a smile as she sat next to me on the couch but further away. “Good afternoon, Jane” I smiled back at her. “The interview will begin soon, I assume that you have read the questions before hand” “Yes, yes.” I answered, I didn't really read, insteadi just skimmed through it waiting for Maren's response. “Okay, without further ado—” My phone beeps, “please a second” I said to her, taking out my phone out my pocket.

She could feel the weight of the interviewers' eyes on her, analyzing her every move. Merrick and William leaned over the table, poring over the resumes and applications of the next set of candidates with intense focus. They analyzed each candidate's work experience, education, and skills, trying to determine who would be the best fit for the jobs. As they were deep in their analysis, the high-level interviewers asked the candidates to introduce themselves one by one. The first candidate spoke confidently, followed by the second, third, and fourth. Merrick and William listened carefully, taking notes and assessing each candidate's strengths and weaknesses. However, when the fifth candidate i

I just assumed he would pick the one who came second. "Okay Ladies. The order of your interviews will be selected at random." I watch William pick up a small box from the table. Opening it, he reads. "Astrid, please come take a seat. Ladies, we request that you stand and wait your turn, but keep the noise down to avoid disrupting the filming." He walks away, and the women begin to sit. Moving, I join them and feel eyes on me. Alpha Prime Darius is staring at me. I notice Alpha Kellan is whispering in his ear. So he's talking about me, I am guessing? I watch Astrid as she is interviewed. She seems to be doing well. Twenty minutes later, she stands and joins us.

“Good Morning, darling. I bought you pasta for breakfast. The interview will only be held here in your condo since the media is so eager to hear your side, I concluded that the best place to held an interview is here. Is it fine with you?” I just nodded and smiled sweetly before eating the pasta. * * * “So, what are your jobs before you applied here?” I stared at the man in front me that is almost drooling. I smiled awkwardly at him. “Next!”, I heard Mommy Iya's voice shouted. “Mommy, seriously? Where did you get those freaks?” Mommy Iya just shrugged before welcoming the next guy. “Lukas Kramer, right?”, I asked. He nodded that made me let out a sigh.

He had not expected her to cross to the small brazier in the corner, set a clay pot over it, and ask him whether he took anything in it. "I don't need to eat," he said. "I wasn't asking what you needed," she said. "I was asking what you wanted." He sat on the low bench along one wall. She brought him a cup, then sat across from him on the floor — cross-legged, as if she'd been interrupted mid-meditation and simply resumed — and wrapped both hands around her own cup and looked at him over the rim. "Tell me about being fallen," she said. Not what did you do wrong. Not how do you get your power back. Just tell me what it's like.

“Well, now that the tension is finally gone from this room, I shall begin the actual interview.” The Hunters were once again perplexed with how the procedure should be but they prepared themselves for whatever was coming. “Alright, a promotion interview is just basically us, interviewers, measuring the capabilities and willingness of the interviewee to move up the Hunter ranks. Now, of course, most Hunters do want to rank up for fame and more freedom. There are some that do not want that, which was why the promotion interview was created.” Jack said. “Now, I will ask you, do you all want to move up the ranks, or not?” He asked while scanning the faces of the young Hunters.

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.

Not when I had a big day ahead. "No hobbies? No close friends?" I snapped. "I’m human, not a damn piece of wood! Yes, I have friends. Yes, I have hobbies. You think I spent all my time daydreaming about Greg?" My chest rose and fell quickly. "I just don’t want to talk, Damon!" He only smiled. "Aren’t you nervous? About the interview?" Could he just stop talking? Before I could answer, my phone vibrated. I glanced at the screen, then froze.

It adjusted itself and nervously approached the young man. "Hi! Can I ask a question?" He stopped when the young man stopped. Her gray eyes turned to look at him which made her even crazier. He just looks calm but deep in the side he is papanic. It looked at his watch. "This is just an interview for our project. What can you say about the increase in commodity prices today?" The truth is that he just did it to find out its name and section. So when she found out she was feeling like she was the happiest woman in the whole world! That is why she is always waiting for the young man. Even a sneaky glance is okay. Sometimes he flirts with a group of friends who give him the ferrero box that he b