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: originaljackass @ LJ (Women and wine)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-04-18 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Not here," he confirmed blissfully. He zipped up his pants proudly and turned. Jack Horner was in. About damn time.
inyourfavor: (guaranteed to blow your mind)

[personal profile] inyourfavor 2013-04-18 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
None of it had been personal for Effie. She could walk away just as coolly as any man from an encounter like this. It HAD been invigorating, amazing, and now, relaxing: a pleasurable point in a stressful day. It was especially more relaxing after that short hairy man had walked off without bothering them. She buttoned her blouse and took out a round compact mirror to check her face on the fly.

"Do you know of better places?"
originaljackass: (pic#6004229)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-04-18 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"There's always my place."

He began to button up his shirt, equally pleased that they'd been left alone. Naturally he had little concern about the rest of his appearance. He looked just as good disheveled as he did all cleaned up and proper. Some might argue he looked better this way.
originaljackass: (pic#5740459)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-04-18 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Appropriate plan. He'd have to tell her to leave the wig behind. He wasn't sure he could stand the wig for a second round. But then it would depend on how long he'd been going without when that time came.

"Normally this is about the part I'd be making sure I got your number."
happyhungergames: (knock me to the floor)

[personal profile] happyhungergames 2013-04-18 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled at him. How quaint. "You've got my name, at least. See you over the journals, Jack Horner."
originaljackass: originaljackass @ LJ (Yeah whatever)

[personal profile] originaljackass 2013-04-18 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"That I do, Effie. I'll be seeing you." He gave her one of his million dollar smiles before he proceeded to stroll away.
happyhungergames: (jumping before the gunshot)

[personal profile] happyhungergames 2013-04-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Her own smile would be in place for at least the next several hours. Effie set off, heels click-clacking over the smooth floor of the Dome, in search of a glass of wine and something to eat. Everything could be dealt with and conquered, she decided. One thing at a time.