Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

[trinkett]

Dear Fellow Residents of Luceti,

Wouldn't it be entertaining to put on some Games here in Luceti? Not that the Cultural Fair wasn't amusing, or any of the other activities going on here -- but true gladiatorial games. The pitting of one creature against another! Think of the thrill and drama and the release that goes along with that sort of entertainment! And here in Luceti we are ideally suited for a very exciting Games indeed.

Who would you sponsor or volunteer for this entertainment? Or would it all be...

[There is a pause here.]

Pokey-mans? I find human beings MUCH more interesting to watch, personally.

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[asthehawkflies]

Like them? Hell no. But they're still part of me. A reminder of every mistake I made and why it won't happen again. They're my history.

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[inyourfavor]

[She falls silent. Effie has never, ever thought of scars in that light before. They're to be hidden with makeup or erased with surgery, not preserved like a life story. People don't display their mistakes in the Capitol. That's not healthy.

She has a pretty good feeling that Clint won't care either way what she thinks of HIS history -- his scars. She hates it when her opinion doesn't matter.]

What's that one from? [She points to the whip mark.]

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[asthehawkflies]

[Her instincts on that are spot on. Clint doesn't give a damn what she thinks of him. The pool of people who get that honour is bigger than it was, but still small.]

A whip. Some asshole was pissed off when I didn't want to give him some information.

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[onlyeffie]

[She freezes up at that. Tortured, Clint? Effie does not like discussing torture. No, she does not. With her wig clutched firmly in two hands and her wings wilting slightly, she backs away again. It's time to leave. She doesn't WANT to know about the rest of his marks. Taking leave of him is awkward, though.]

That's...unfortunate, Mister Clint.

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[asthehawkflies]

[The freeze does not go unnoticed, but he knows that his reactions to torture and the like are not quite normal.]

More unfortunate for the guy who did it.

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[onlyeffie]

[Clint had killed him. Effie didn't need anyone to fill in the blanks on that.]

The Inquisitors in Panem don't use whips.

[Wow, that was lame. Was that all she could manage in this conversation? Torture is part of life in the Capitol, just as it was through the Districts. Punishment was an art form.



She's not supposed to be talking about this. No one is ever supposed to discuss this.]

Don't tell Katniss.

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[asthehawkflies]

There are plenty of other ways to make someone suffer.

[It's said in an almost matter of fact way, because it is for him, sick as it sounds. He's seen the worst of human nature.]

I'm pretty sure she can probably guess on her own. She's smart. She's got good eyes.

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[onlyeffie]

NO. I mean...don't tell her we discussed this. Or about ANY of this, really. Or -- you may mention to her that you've met me.








Please.

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[asthehawkflies]

I can't make that promise. If she brings it up, I won't pretend it never happened. But I won't bring it up myself.

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[onlyeffie]

Fine.



She won't bring it up.

[Effie speaks with more assurance than she feels before turning away to stalk out the door. The wig will have to be fixed before she can show her face in public. The whole thing has been too humiliating for words.]