[Well was it any WONDER he resisted polishing so hard? He was all...chipped. Heedless, she took a step or two forward to touch what might have been a whip mark. Or machete. No, probably whip. Entirely fascinated.
Bodies on display in the Capitol were much like hers: perfect, whether through birth or cosmetic surgery. (In Effie's case, she was blessed with beautiful genes.) Bodies like Clint's were reserved for the Districts. Capitol-dwellers were taught to fear them and abhor them and Other them while simultaneously glorying in their own comparative polish and perfection and class.
This is the closest Effie has ever been to this kind of imperfection. She is usually very careful not to look directly at the filth of District Twelve. Somewhere off over their heads, maybe. It's easier. Less visceral. Now, though...]
[action -- PROBABLY SOMETIME AFTER SIX O'CLOCK.]
Bodies on display in the Capitol were much like hers: perfect, whether through birth or cosmetic surgery. (In Effie's case, she was blessed with beautiful genes.) Bodies like Clint's were reserved for the Districts. Capitol-dwellers were taught to fear them and abhor them and Other them while simultaneously glorying in their own comparative polish and perfection and class.
This is the closest Effie has ever been to this kind of imperfection. She is usually very careful not to look directly at the filth of District Twelve. Somewhere off over their heads, maybe. It's easier. Less visceral. Now, though...]
....Oh.