Mass manipulation

In a special room, Portia and the stylists who used to be her assistants were busy preparing Jacob for the winners' interview. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation, as this time there were two winners instead of one, which meant things would be very different.

Portia, with bright eyes full of enthusiasm, directed the process with energy and determination. As the stylists moved quickly around Jacob, she urged them on and gave instructions with an animated voice.

"Come on, guys! We don't have much time. Remember, this is our opportunity to stand out and leave a lasting impression. I want every detail to be perfect. Make sure the hair, makeup, and clothes are impeccable!"

The stylists strived to meet Portia's expectations, working with precision and dedication. Every movement was carefully calculated, ensuring that every detail aligned with Portia's vision to highlight Jacob's beauty and charisma.

"Be careful with that hairstyle! I want his hair to shine and catch attention, but without going overboard. It has to be elegant and sophisticated," demanded Portia as she closely watched the stylists' work.

As the preparation progressed, Portia kept reminding them of the importance of being careful. "Remember, we're dealing with a cold and strong winner. We can't afford any mistakes. Every detail matters, from the fit of his suit to the shine of his shoes. Don't forget that the image we project can influence how Jacob is perceived by the public and sponsors."

The stylists nodded seriously, aware of the responsibility resting on their shoulders. They knew this was their chance to shine and showcase their talent, and they were determined to do it right.

Portia, satisfied with the progress, smiled proudly as she watched Jacob transform before her eyes. It was evident that her dedication and effort were paying off. She approached him, adjusting a detail here and there, ensuring everything was perfect.

"Jacob, you look radiant. This is your moment to shine. Remember, be yourself and let your charisma and confidence guide you during the interview. I'm sure you'll leave a lasting impression on all the viewers," Portia said with enthusiasm, conveying her confidence in him.

Jacob nodded, grateful for Portia's support and aware of the importance of the occasion. He knew this interview was an opportunity to convey his message and leverage his new perspective on life after the games. He was determined to make the most of it.

Jacob appeared at the winners' interview wearing a black suit with scarlet accents, carefully designed to highlight his coldness and tough expression. The suit was a combination of elegance and rebellion, capturing the essence of his unique personality perfectly.

The suit, crafted with high-quality materials, hugged his body flawlessly, accentuating his physical attributes and highlighting his beautiful skin tone. The tailored jacket featured scarlet details that contrasted dramatically with the deep black, creating a striking visual effect.

The perfectly fitted pants added a touch of sophistication and masculinity. As he walked, the fabric moved gracefully, revealing confidence with each step he took.

The suit was also adorned with subtle strategically placed jewelry. A scarlet brooch shimmered on the lapel of the jacket, reflecting light and drawing attention to his face. A pair of flame-shaped cufflinks, symbolizing his bravery and determination in the Games, adorned the shirt sleeves.

The vibe emanating from Jacob while wearing this suit was powerful and captivating. His appearance conveyed a unique combination of coldness and magnetism, capturing the attention of everyone present in the room. With each movement, his aura intensified, making it clear that he was someone who had faced death and survived.

Jacob felt imposing and confident, ready to face the questions and challenges awaiting him in the interview. His suit was a reflection of his resilience and determination, a constant reminder of his courage and ability to overcome adversity.

As he headed towards the stage, all eyes were on him, admiring his presence and unique style. The black suit with scarlet accents became a symbol of his inner strength and the transformation he had undergone in the Games.

Jacob was ready to make his entrance, and his suit spoke for itself, conveying a clear message: he was not just a winner, but a survivor who was willing to defy all expectations and change the world he lived in.

"Mass manipulation..." Murmured Jacob with a cold expression. "First, you manipulate the demon, then the hell is yours..."

Jacob was in the waiting room, his heart extremely calm as he listened to the anthem of Panem resonating in the air. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to immerse in the moment and remember everything that had happened to get him here.

Suddenly, the doors opened and the charismatic Caesar Flickerman made his triumphant entrance onto the stage, greeting the audience with his characteristic bright smile. The energy in the room instantly soared, filled with electrifying anticipation.

Caesar Flickerman took the microphone and began his presentation with an energetic and exciting tone. He spoke about the history of the Hunger Games and how this year, for the first time, there were two winners instead of one. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, thrilled by the novelty and intrigue that this brought.

With his innate ability to captivate the audience, Caesar Flickerman described in detail the incredible feat of Jacob and his fellow victor. His words were filled with admiration and excitement, capturing the attention of everyone present. Every gesture, every inflection of his voice, fueled the suspense and interest of the audience.

Jacob watched from backstage, feeling the excitement in the air as he heard the applause and laughter that Caesar Flickerman generated. He was aware that he was about to face an interview that would be watched by millions of people across Panem, and the magnitude of the situation filled him with a necessary sense of urgency.

Jacob's heart tightened as he prepared to make his entrance. His mind reviewed the possible scenarios, the questions they might ask him, but he also clung to the certainty that he had survived and now had a chance to do something more, something meaningful that would change the future of the districts and Panem.

The crowd erupted in applause as he introduced the prep team. Then he introduced Effie. How long she has been waiting for this moment, only she knows; but Jacob hopes she enjoys it.

Portia and Cinna received loud cheers, of course, they have been sitting after such a dazzling debut.

Haymitch's appearance was greeted with thunderous stomping on the floor for at least five minutes. Well, that man has achieved the unprecedented feat of keeping not only one tribute but two alive.

The booming music filled the stage, accompanied by blinding lights flashing in all directions. The deafening roar of the audience made the metal under Caesar Flickerman's feet vibrate as he waited for the opportune moment to introduce the first winner of the Hunger Games, Jacob.

The crowd was eager to meet the young tribute who had stood out in the arena. Jacob, a boy with a sickly complexion, had left an indelible impression on everyone's hearts. But there was something more that made him special. He was the young man who had volunteered to participate in the games, demonstrating his unwavering love for challenging adversity.

Caesar Flickerman raised his arms, trying to calm the thunderous applause and cheers. Once the clamor subsided enough, he began to speak with his energetic and charismatic voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the man of the moment! The prince of blood, the indomitable victor, Jacob Barber!" announced Caesar as the crowd erupted in a frenzy of ovations.

The lights shone brightly on the stage, highlighting the dark and elegant suit that Jacob wore. The contrast between the black and scarlet accents accentuated his coldness and mystery, while subtle jewelry emphasized his impeccable appearance. His tough and enigmatic expression reflected the determination and bravery he had shown in the arena.