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Effie Trinket ([personal profile] trinkett) wrote2013-10-01 08:53 pm

Sixth Dispatch | Action

[Since her return, Effie hasn't been up to talking over the journals. Mostly she's been listening and trying to recover -- locked away in Katniss's house until Jack Horner returned, and then locked away in Horner's house. She hasn't wanted to be around people -- not with her face and much of her body still sporting some pretty vicious-looking scars.

In Capitolista culture, scars are just about the death-knell to any self-respecting woman's social life, career -- you name it.

Today, though, she is going to venture out to pick up some walnut-free cookies for Jack and some clementines for Clementine and some romance novels for herself. Bodice-rippers. Real smutty, steamy stuff that's perfect for escapism, even if one can only escape for a few hours per book. It's worth it.

Find her at the library and the grocery store. She will be wearing a cloak pulled almost all the way over her face, a scarf around the lower half of her face, and elbow-length gloves; tall boots and tights cover any evidence of violence on her legs. She's trying not to draw attention to herself, though she is wearing complete make-up and bright green wig.]
onlyeffie: (no gasoline)

[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-19 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Love. She tried to catch up to him in a double-time limp. "I've never been skittish. Never in my life."

She'd always toed any line she was ordered to toe, of course, but never skittishly.

"You're far too judgmental."
greenjacketed: (♖ guitar solo)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"And I've bloody well never been judgemental. Not a day in my life, neither."

It was a lie, of course. He was plenty judgemental -- but he kept those judgements to himself. All else tended to be a misinterpretation of his brusque and awkward nature. Those he judged most -- the dandies and the lords -- would have his tongue if he said much aloud. Or else they'd duel him, and he would win.
onlyeffie: (into your glove box heart)

[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-19 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She couldn't have that argument right now. It was enough simply to keep up with him. Maybe walking hadn't been an ideal idea.

"Fine, fine. Not judgmental," she puffed, willing to concede at least that even if she knew it not to be true.
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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"You, on the other hand," he started -- jabbing a finger in her direction. "You judge. I remember...the day you..."

The day she came back. The day he found her strung up. "You were bloody awfully surprised to hear of my marriage. Sweet Jesus. As if a man couldn't manage to marry..."
onlyeffie: (have we lost our minds?)

[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-19 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am willing to stop." If you are, was left unsaid. "You just never SPOKE of this marriage. I was surprised." Marriages: rather important vehicles for social advancement in the Capitol. People generally didn't keep them secret.

"I'm............sorry."

There. It was out.
greenjacketed: (♖ unpolished buttons)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Sharpe froze. These words -- this new manoeuvre. He did not know how to approach. How to cope. How to respond.

"You're...apologizing?" Shock, certainly. Perhaps a little awe.
onlyeffie: (will this never end?)

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[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-19 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry." There. That was twice. She reached up to scratch at the ribbon, only to discover it was missing.
greenjacketed: (♖ you're a dead man obidiah)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
greenjacketed: (♖ settle any of your scores)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Shitbeetles, lass?"
onlyeffie: (I'm in your possession)

[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-19 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Richard!" She scrabbled at her throat, settling on wrapping her hands around it as though she were choking herself. "Richard! It's gone!"
greenjacketed: (♖ wash over me)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"What is?" He asked -- even as he knowingly closed his fingers 'round the ribbon in his pocket. Give it a moment, Sharpe.
greenjacketed: (♖ i came and i was nothing)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-19 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whoa, whoa -- Effie."

He dragged the missing cloth from his jacket, dangling it by her bowed nose. "Bloody reckless, you are, too. Impatient."
onlyeffie: (have I misplaced you?)

[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-19 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"You..." She stared. How had THAT come to pass? Judging again. Instead of taking the ribbon, she made an effort to re-secure her hem. Not that that made a difference; everything about her wardrobe was at sixes and sevens. Why had she bothered leaving the house today?
greenjacketed: (♖ and we obey)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-20 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stand still," he ordered -- falling back upon his officious tone. His tone for delivering orders. A sergeant's bark gone imperious with the confidence of office. "Stand straight."
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[personal profile] inyourfavor 2013-10-20 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She dropped the raggled hem and stood as tall and straight as she could. Oh how she hated that tone. And now, how she dared not disobey it.
greenjacketed: (♖ to die in my rifleman's jacket)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-20 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Sharpe spread the ribbon across his palm, tidying its crumples and folds. Straightening it. And he noticed, of course, the pricks of dried blood -- all with his attendant disapproval, of course. Not that he'd be any better were the injuries reversed.

"It will only take a moment, lass," he said -- still with command in his voice -- as he stepped behind her and tried to fasten the ribbon back into place.
onlyeffie: (we used to be on fire)

[personal profile] onlyeffie 2013-10-20 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm just concerned that someone might--" see it. But that wasn't a concern anymore; not now that he'd tied it back on. She folded her purple wings as close as she could against her back. "It's one of the reasons I don't understand why you want a future."

How could he, with a broken toy?
greenjacketed: (♖ darkened skies and damn vultures)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-20 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He tied the ribbon with all the delicacy of a man accustomed to caring for the small mechanisms of finicky guns. Hair triggers and flintlocks. And all of it had to be presentable. Perfect. Able to pass inspection. In this way, he and Effie had some unrecognised common ground.

"Everyone wants a future," he answered broadly -- still blind to her interpretation. "Some of us have to fight for it. Some of us earn it. Some of us steal. There was a time I thought I'd die a pauper -- after that, I don't see any use for delaying the things I want."
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[personal profile] happyhungergames 2013-10-20 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
When he finished, she turned to face him, her heart in her throat. Richard Sharpe had been quite a fixture in her life in Luceti. Trusted, gruff, uncompromising -- and here he was, even in sight of her scars, wanting something she was only now beginning to imagine -- something she'd forced herself not to think about that early morning in his bedroom.

"How much time do I have?"

To heal. To mentally and physically prepare herself. To sew up her life with as fine a stitch as she could manage. Because maybe this would not be a bad thing. She only hoped now that the major would be patient. It wasn't a quality she had learned to look for in him.
greenjacketed: (♖ cat and dog)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-20 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
For her own future? Her own designs? Sharpe allowed his arms to fall stiff at his side after a shallow shrug.

"Who knows? We could all bloody well be gone tomorrow. Back to war. Back to...whatever the hell it is you do."
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[personal profile] inyourfavor 2013-10-20 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Her breath caught. Patience wasn't forthcoming, it would seem. She took a step forward to gingerly lay her cheek against his chest. She slid her arms around him. She had to show that she was resilient. She could deal with Luceti, and she could deal with her own blasted ruined body.

"Okay. Okay. I don't...I won't take time."
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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-10-20 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Sharpe was not so easily surprised, except that this surprised him quite a lot. As Effie's arms sank 'round him, he turned to steel. Defensive. It wasn't that affection was unappreciated -- there was a very real and present urge to gather the woman close and let instincts take over. Tilt back her head; steal a kiss. But these were things he would not do -- not because she was Effie Trinket, for he'd kissed worse enemies than her without a second thought. But because of a bright-eyed admiral's daughter who still waiting upon his courtship.

The Major settled on patting her gently on the back -- low, so as to avoid the wings -- and letting her settle there against his chest. Much, he realised, as he'd come accustomed to allowing Katniss to hug him. "...What are you on about, lass?" He asked -- at last somewhat gentle in his tone.

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