Disney Hunger Games

Chapter 15

Interviews: District 1 & 2

By RavenclawMaven1198

Hercules' POV

Our stylist dressed us in white silk tunics with a gold belt. I wore gold stretch pants.

Mulan's hair was gelled tight to her head. Mine was left natural.

"Remeber, dazzle them. They like a show." Phil explained. That just meant I had to act natural.

"Hercules Olympi and Mulan Fa!" Mickey Mouse's voice boomed over the speakers. He was the interviewer.

Mulan and I walked onstage hand in hand.

I smiled brightly and waved to the audience. Mulan smiled with me.

We sat down in the large red velvet red chairs. When the cheers died down, I said "Boy, Mickey, I can tell these are from District One because they feel like victory." The crowd erupted in laughter. Mickey laughed too.

I turned and saw Phil giving me a thumbs up.

"So, Mulan, I just have to bring up the subject, you volunteered, was that just the District One pride taking over or was it someone special?"

She gulped. "It was my best friend. I don't want to be mean but she wouldn't survive a day out there. My father told me what the games were like."

I put a concerned look on my face and rubbed Mulan's arm. The crowd loved a nice guy.

"That was very brave of you." Mickey said quietly.

"Now Hercules,"

My smile snapped back on.

"Your training scores are about to be revealed. How do you think you did?"

I put my hand up to my chin like I was deeply thinking about something. The crowd giggled.

"Probably a nine or ten."

"That's a very high score. Now let's see if Hercules is right."

We turned toward the large screen behind us. Mulan and I's faces lit up the screen.

A few pixels gathered under our names.

Under Mulan's formed the number 10, under mine was 11.

The crowd erupted in applause.

"Herc, you were wrong!" Mickey laughed.

"Panem, Hercules and Mulan!"

The crowd cheered even louder than before and Mulan and I walked offstage.

"Brilliant." Was the only word that came out of Phil's mouth.

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*Merida's POV

"Merida O' Hara and Shang Li!"

I stepped on stage and smiled the brightest smile I could when they were asking you to talk about death in front of all of Panem.

Shang had a hard expression on his face. He refused to give in to the suggestions my dad gave us.

I shifted the metal plated dress so I could sit down comfortably.

It was long and had scraps of metal sewn together so it all formed a gown.

Shang was wearing a suit with this same material.

"Wow. These outfits are amazing. I have to ask, are they comfortable?" Mickey asked.

"Our kind designers made sure they were so comfortable we could wear them in the games." Shang said immediately, giving our designers way too much credit.

I'm surprised his nose didn't grow he was lying so badly. Wearing a cactus would be more comfortable. One of the metal plates was piercing my butt.

"So I am going to discuss the most talked about topic first, Merida,"

I nodded.

"Your father is your mentor, what do you have to say about that?"

I thought for a moment. "I will get to have as much time with him as I can before I have to go into the games. Having him here is a blessing."

The crowd erupted in applause. I turned and saw my father backstage, tears in his eyes.

"The moment we have been anticipating all night, the training scores."

The entire audience focused their attention on the large screen behind us, but I didn't turn. I wanted to wait for the audience's reaction before I did anything.

Then, the crowd started cheering and whooping.

I turned around and saw a large 9 under my picture. That's better than I could've asked for. Shang had a ten.

"District 2 everyone!"

We bowed and walked offstage.