No Time to Die (A DSMP Hunger Games AU)

The name's Dream, District One

It/ itself pronouns used for XD because i say so. Also yes, XD is here, and you get Dream and George pov today, boi I am the gift that keeps on giving, happy Easter 🐣

Getting off the chariot was a relief George didn't know if he would ever feel, flames extinguished from their bodies as their Prep Teams surround them, shielding them from the angry glances of other tributes.

They'd stolen the show, created a bar none of them could overcome.

The parade itself had seemed to last for an eternity, riding down lined streets before all gathering in front of the president. George himself knew nothing about the president except that it created the games, and it was rumoured to live forever. XD they called it, and even with the excitement buzzing through his gains the brunettes blood had run cold underneath its gaze.

There was no way to really describe it, or at least no physical words that George could bring to his mouth. The man himself, if you could even call it a man, could sear its entire being into your brain and then moments later you wouldn't remember anything but a chill through your body, and a knowing of whom was responsible for it.

From George's brief encounter looking up at the balcony they had parked beneath he recollected them to be wearing a long green(?) cloak that encased it's whole body, a white mask with a X carved into it. Who knows, maybe his own mask man was a fan.

Everything else in his mind was a blur.

"You two did wonderful!" Puffy congratulated, walking up to the two as they were finally left alone, throwing them both reassuring smiles. "I'm glad to see the fire worked, neither of you got burnt did you?"

The two tributes stalled for a moment, a mixed look of horror and confusion on their faces. "You didn't know if it would work?!?"

"Of course I didn't, what did you give us, three, four hours to prepare a flame that doesn't burn? We aren't magicians." The stylists laughed, ignoring the horrified looks they were given in return.

"You two looked fookin wonderful." A new voice congratulated, Minx walking up to the chariot and giving a slight nod of appreciation to Puffy and Eleanor. "I nearly chocked on my drink when you bloody set yourselves on fire, Its would have been terrible PR if you'd went and died before you even got into the arena."

It was probably supposed to be a joke, but neither of the tributes found themselves laughing. It seems they hadn't quiet yet caught up with the Capitol banter. Neitherless, bad jokes aside the teenagers soon said goodbye to their stylists, reassured they would be seeing them again soon for the tribute interviews, another thing George had managed to forget about, and headed towards the elevators where a small group of Tributes were already gathered.

Minx compliments the two as they walked, not only on their outfits, which only Puffy and Eleanor could be thanked for, but also for how they held themselves, high and proud for everyone to see, causing some to throw a blind eye to the 'barbarianism' of the district they had been brought up in. Her words, not theirs. "Of course, while I have been plugging you to all the higher-ups I know, only Schlatt can get you sponsors."

"If he's ever sober enough to." Karina sneered, obviously not happy of the part of the bet where they had to stay clear of interfering with the mans drinking habits.

"Oh don't worry, I have a way to get the man to stay sober." The purple haired woman declared almost proudly as they stood waiting outside the elevators.

"And that is...?"

"His cat. Schlatt may be one heck of a drunk but he is always sober for that damn cat. Its offensive to be honest, you have an alcoholic that uses drink to cope with the mental trauma he got from the games, and I can't get him sober, but a stupid orange mouse eating cat can." Minx scoffed like it was the stupidest thing in the world. "Anyway, in you go, elevator is here." She pointed out, stepping into the elevator with another set of tributes and what looked like their mentor.