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.]]]]]
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.]]]]]
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Also kinda squirmy. Eager. It had been a while for her, this kind of thing.
"We are both fabulous, you mean," she teased. They were both opportunists, though to different degrees -- that was certain.
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"The stuff of legends, us." Continuing to stroke back her hair, he nibbled a kiss on the side of her ear, before returning to task of 'unwrapping his prize'.
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She meant politically.
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He meant sexually.
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She meant her skills and talents in public relations. She didn't want to spend all her time around savages, communicating political dogma to them.
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Feeling that the situation was promising again, he went back to the task of undoing the rest of those buttons.
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"That's fine. You can be as loud as your want to be."
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A nightclub.
I thought you were a general?!"
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"Take off your pants," she instructed. But half of the thrill of it had fled for Effie. It was going to be physical pleasure without the all-important social climb.
Well. Physical pleasure was still something very good which she had not had for quite a long time.
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Jack Horner. Fable power. With a wide grin, he stood up in the ride and began to unzip.
"If you want, you can still pick position."
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There were hopes. There were fears. There was going to soon be some gasping and moaning and a diligent display of gyration technique as she dug her sharp magenta fingernails against Jack Horner's scalp. There was much to share and Effie was becoming more than aware that, in Luceti, it was a small world after all.
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As he let her have her way with him, he let his hands do his own exploring. The first thing he did was remove the wig. In the back of his mind, he recalled the time the last time he did this on this very same ride. He remembered not feeling an ounce of sympathy for the family that got on right after he and whatshername got off the ride.
He buried his face into her neck and gave into passion. This was just what he'd been needing. After all, he'd gone two days without sex.
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Maybe Luceti wouldn't be such a bad place after all.
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"You're some woman, Effie."
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