No Time to Die (A DSMP Hunger Games AU)

Triubute Parade

"Hello, I'm Cara, but everyone here calls me Puffy. I will be your stylist." The woman introduced herself, George hesitating slightly before holding her hand. It was the most genuine human interaction he had gotten since he said goodbye to his family.

"I'm George." He replied before internally cringing. Of course she would know he was called George, why the hell would he introduce himself.

"I know." She replied with a kind smile, easing off some of the male's nerves.

"Oh- oh yeah of course you would." He muttered, rubbing his arms against his sides as Puffy's eyes roamed up and down his body, as if checking the others had done a good enough job.

"Honestly it's like the Prep Team wants you to freeze to death before you even get into games." She sighed, George looking up in confusion as she chucked him an item of clothing. It was a hoodie, black and most definitely too large for him but he happily pulled it on anyway.

"Thanks." He said, louder this time as he watched her walk over to a table he hasn't even realised was there, it's too adorned with hundreds of pieces of paper, all covered in scribbled writings and the most detailed drawings of outfits and people.

"So, do you know what my job is George?" Puffy asked, sitting on a seat cross from him after having gathered a few sheets of paper and writing down a few adjustments to what looked like measurements.

"You're here to make me look pretty." He replied, the words cutting slices into his heart as he remembered the last time someone had said something like that to him.

'Cya too Gogy, wear something pretty for me'

George took a deep breath, trying to expel Sapnap's words from his mind. Now was not the time to be sentimental. In a few hours he would be in front of the cameras again, displayed for all to see. He had to keep his shit together.

Puffy nodded, either not having noticed George's slight stumbling breath or simply choosing to ignore it. "And you know we have to design your outfits in correlation to your district.

"Yes."

For the opening ceremonies, the tributes are paraded about in an outfit that reflects your districts principle industry: District 11, agriculture. District 4, fishing. District 3, factories. Which means George, coming from District 12, gets coal. Since the baggy miners jumpsuits they wear in the district aren't quite Capitol fashion however, many past tributes have ended up in skimpy outfits with hats and headlights. One year, they simply left the tributes stark naked but for smothers of black dust across their body's to represent coal. Let's just say George was not very optimistic with the outcome that would be handed to him.

"So I'll be in a coal miners outfit?" He asked, letting his voice become hopeful.

"No exactly." The stylist explained. "You see, me and Eleanor, Karina's stylist, think the whole coal thing is a bit overdone and no one will remember you in that. And we both see it as our job to make District Twelve as unforgettable."

George cringed as the words set it. He'll be naked for sure.

"So instead of rather focus on the coal mining itself, we're going to focus on the coal."

Definitely naked.

"You're not afraid of fire, are you George?"

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George stumbled in the tight suit as Puffy urged him on down the labyrinth of corridors and rooms. They weren't late per say, actually, if the brunette was correct at the pace they were marching at they would actually be early. The stylist rushed them along neither less.