a blind tour of fakery [stella&pierre] VT

It is unlike all the other times before, this one is scripted to be more casual. Even his welcoming home for Shelby was a luxurious formal event. District Eight has slipped down the map and Pierre is just glad he isn’t in a tuxedo under this strong spring sun. A light grey shirt and dark trousers straight from the factories is what he wears. Maybe it is because she is from the lowest Districts, there was a feast laid out for Teddy Ursa’s arrival.

He waits at the train station, the gathering forms behind him, there aren’t as many as there was when the train with the coffins arrived just days before. The period of mourning has not past yet, there is no time for celebration for the broken and Pierre must endure both. What is there to say to a girl who steps onto his soil while his tributes are buried under it? All the words are whispered into his ears but there is so much more to dig from a survivor of that madness. A madness that has shaken up his life so much, four of his own family members sucked into the tornado and spat out in caskets. Now he sits on the throne of the District, abandoning what’s left of his family, it is just life now for Pierre.

His greeting is shared with smiles as the victor steps off the train and for once, the expression on his face is not forced. He is just relieved that he won’t be standing here much longer. ”Welcome to District Eight Miss Blakesley.” Pierre is the first one that steps in front of her and he will be the only one to stand beside her during the tour. ”Before the usual speech to the District, we will take you on a tour of the industry here. There is so much to see inside the factories.” Handpicked workhouses, of course they won’t be going to the sweatshops, this whole moment has been handcrafted by a pen pusher sat in their office in the Capitol and Pierre wishes they would go blind enough so they could go on a detour.