trinkett: (she's gone to the other side)
Effie Trinket ([personal profile] trinkett) wrote2013-03-15 09:30 pm

First Dispatch. How Utterly Dreadful. Voice.

[Anyone who meets Effie in this post will meet her in full Capitol fashion and makeup. She landed in the shop, you see. A stiff turquoise-blue structured gown, fortunately, landed beside her.

And the wig -- thank the Senate! There were plenty of wigs and there was HER wig, tight and blond and curled and fabulous -- and the new violet wings sprouting from her shoulders were quite irregular but one never drew attention to one's irregularities. If anyone asked, they were Fashion. With any luck everyone who was anyone in the Capitol would be wearing similar ones, soon.

The makeup took a bit longer. Effie finally settled on green because green is one of her Power Colors and it IS almost spring, after all. She drew her lips in a pursed bow to reflect her dissatisfaction with everything.

It had only taken a quick readthrough of the Guide for Effie to grasp somewhat what was going on. It wasn't terribly shocking, but it was highly disappointing. She'd wanted to be in the Capitol for Katniss and Peeta, not transferred to a new post just at the height of a possible professional and personal triumph. Her charges were brilliant! Cinna had shown their fire to everyone. The sensation had been rampant and her promotion near-assured. Effie Trinket's star had been rising in the Capitol, the heart of Panem and civilization.

And then Someone had Bumped her. It was the only explanation for all of this business of waking up in a clothing store in what was obviously a cheap, outlying serfdom of Panem. A lesser woman would have called that Bumping Someone a dirty word, but Effie had dignity and would find other ways to trample that usurper into dust once she got back on her feet and back to the Capitol.]


Attention, Attention:

[Her usual rather chirpy voice is a bit tempered by the fact that she has only recently awakened in a clothing shop in a strange town.]

Would any available Peacekeepers in District Luceti please report to the Clothing Emporium? I repeat: any available Peacekeepers. The Diplomatic Escort for the Tributes requires a full compliment of Security. [Yes: she was still clinging to what she assumed was her now-stripped title and position.]



Thank you.

[[[[IMPORTANT NOTE: While Effie WILL be in full Capitol couture clothing and makeup for this post, some of my icons are simply those of her PB, Elizabeth Banks. I will probably try to MOSTLY use the icons from the Hunger Games movie but just assume she's all made up and dressed to the very weird nines even if you get a plain Elizabeth Banks icon! THANKS.]]]]]
originaljackass: (Bang you're dead)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-03-24 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
A lady this classy deserved an unusual level of class from Jack himself, the sleaziest of the sleaze. So while he still had her hand, he lifted it to plant a kiss on her knuckle.

"And you can call me Jack. A pleasure to meet you, Effie."
abjurer: (Seriously?)

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[personal profile] abjurer 2013-03-24 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that bodes well for future generations.

I've always preferred the natural look, myself.

originaljackass: originaljackass @ LJ (Action star)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-03-24 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"So, Effie, babe. Anybody shown you around this town yet?" He was raring and willing. Show a babe a good time, end your trip at the bar, and magic was bound to happen.
abjurer: (Hehehehe)

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[personal profile] abjurer 2013-03-24 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, y'know. Actual skin, actual hair colour that's not out of a bottle.

Unless you're Sidhe in which case all bets are off, but they do have an unfair advantage over us mere humans.
agelesseyes: (Seeker of the Dragon)

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[personal profile] agelesseyes 2013-03-24 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, what position do you hold, then?

[Moiraine's part of a matriarchal order of mages that secretly runs most of the world...so her views are probably skewed]
originaljackass: originaljackass @ LJ (Cool and collected)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-03-24 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Well if you find it agreeable, it'd be my pleasure."
abjurer: (Happy Smile)

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[personal profile] abjurer 2013-03-24 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She says it in the same way that some older folk say 'in the colonies and it makes him grimace.]

I have no idea about 'districts', but yeah. Actual skin. I'm a big fan of actual skin. And scales actually, from one memorable encounter.

[Copenhagen. That had been a good holiday.]
greenjacketed: (♖ it was not your fault but mine)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-24 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"...Eh? Fancy you can evict me, do you?"

Sharpe knew he was doing one of those things he really shouldn't have done. Each syllable was accompanied by that wrenching sensation in his gut -- the one that promised provosts and punishment once his sins were found out. And -- oh -- be sure your sins will find you out. Numbers. Thirty-two. Twenty-three. Just about all the religion he knew with certainty, for the words had been written in large letters above the orphan's heads at the foundling home.

But despite the instinctive guilt, Sharpe's grin widened and he kept on sinning. "I don't care much for your chances, ma'am."

Oh, sure. He could tell her that Katniss allowed him to live there. He could tell her how the girl kept him fed and shared stories. He could explain how very much he wanted to see the girl do well in this town. But were he to breathe any word of these things, he'd risk casting even the slightest blame upon the girl herself. And God Above, he'd hate to do that.
originaljackass: (I'm better than you)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-03-24 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
He took her hand, coolly and without issue. He had everything he needed here, so he began his way towards the exit.

"I'll be honest with you, Effie, because I can't help but be a truth teller. But the fact is, this town isn't much to look at. I'll do my best to keep you from getting bored, but this place is going to get old faster than milk on a hot Monday."
stillplaying: ([serious] my turn to speak)

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[personal profile] stillplaying 2013-03-24 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Because... because...

It had been so much easier to explain this to Peeta. Peeta who was at least someone she could sort of understand. Even if it was just a little. Peeta, at least, was from District 12. Shared something of a more common background with her.

Wasn't Effie Trinket.]


Because... that was two and a half years ago, Effie. For me. That was two and a half years ago for me.
mountain_sage: (Solemn)

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[personal profile] mountain_sage 2013-03-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
You're...quite welcome, miss...

Oh...forgive me, but I don't believe I have had the honor of your name yet...
agelesseyes: (Daes Dae'mar)

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[personal profile] agelesseyes 2013-03-24 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Tributes? Districts? I apologize, the terms probably mean a lot to you but I'm not sure what they might mean.

[Her eyebrow does raise though. This...sounds decidedly strange, given the context of this sentence]

And would you follow me? I can help you find the Welcome center, where you can find help with housing. We can talk on the way, of course.

[personal profile] rather_be_surfing 2013-03-24 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Derek is quiet for another minute before he relaxes, shakes his head.]

That's a lot of years of training. Been at it since I was seventeen, which is fifteen years. Doesn't include what I was learning for recreation before then. I have a feeling your...students...don't get that long to train.

[He kills the simulation for the day. He's too worked up at this point. He'll glance at her again, lips still pressed and his jaw muscles working out the agitation he's feeling.]

Listen, I'm sorry. You left a hell of a first impression, so I'll admit I'm more inclined to think you're still applying your world's rules here and snap. If you wanted me to train people to keep them alive when the Malnosso get hold of them, I can do that. Just...not what you were talking about.
greenjacketed: (♖ he left his sash in badajoz)

SO SMUG.

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-24 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Best seek permission first, Miss Trinket."

Ah, war. How he missed it so. Perhaps it would be like no war he'd ever fought before, but Sharpe was a soldier. He could adapt.

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