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all_inclusive2014-04-05 05:37 pm
iheartmahogany) wrote in all_inclusive2014-04-05 05:37 pm
this isn't very festive!
Effie could walk in anything, so long as she was wearing the proper wig - otherwise, her balance was thrown completely off. But that was how she liked it; everything had its proper place, from train schedules to mealtimes to even the weight proportions of her dresses which, in some instances, were so large they practically engulfed her.
That's why she liked to keep her skirts above the calves, so that her shoes may never be missed by anyone who might be looking (and she expected many to do so). Even now her feet, tipped in five-inch high monstrosities that made her clip along as if she had hooves, were in full display. The rest of her dress curled in generous lines around her but, like her golden wig, was rigid and composed. In fact, the only real movement was Effie's face and hands, but that was fine; she was a very animated creature, always had been, and it worked well on camera, she liked to think.
Her main concern just then, though, was the fact she had gotten lost on her way from the restroom. There were always places to watch the Games and she usually had a front seat, but though they were soon to start, her real concern was to find Haymitch. Peeta and Katniss were going to need sponsors again, and it was her duty to make sure the right people were spoken to - though, to his credit, Haymitch had gotten a bit better in the charm department as of last year.
The largest Capitol buildings could turn anyone around, and Effie had no idea where she was. She recognized absolutely nothing, and even her sense of direction seemed off. The result was that Effie, while composed, was beginning to get anxious. She hated being late, anywhere, and she had places to be not just for decorum, but for her Victors! In fact, she was so distracted with concern, one could forgive her for missing the fact she was technically not in the Capitol anymore - nowhere near it at all, in fact.
That's why she liked to keep her skirts above the calves, so that her shoes may never be missed by anyone who might be looking (and she expected many to do so). Even now her feet, tipped in five-inch high monstrosities that made her clip along as if she had hooves, were in full display. The rest of her dress curled in generous lines around her but, like her golden wig, was rigid and composed. In fact, the only real movement was Effie's face and hands, but that was fine; she was a very animated creature, always had been, and it worked well on camera, she liked to think.
Her main concern just then, though, was the fact she had gotten lost on her way from the restroom. There were always places to watch the Games and she usually had a front seat, but though they were soon to start, her real concern was to find Haymitch. Peeta and Katniss were going to need sponsors again, and it was her duty to make sure the right people were spoken to - though, to his credit, Haymitch had gotten a bit better in the charm department as of last year.
The largest Capitol buildings could turn anyone around, and Effie had no idea where she was. She recognized absolutely nothing, and even her sense of direction seemed off. The result was that Effie, while composed, was beginning to get anxious. She hated being late, anywhere, and she had places to be not just for decorum, but for her Victors! In fact, she was so distracted with concern, one could forgive her for missing the fact she was technically not in the Capitol anymore - nowhere near it at all, in fact.
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"Trust me, the punchline isn't very funny," Johanna promises, swiveling in her chair to gracefully descend and set her feet back on the ground, eyeing Effie warily as if deciding whether she wants to be the one to break the news. "Maybe for you, at least. As far as I'm concerned, I'm laughing to my grave," she says, her smile morbid and sharp.
"We're nowhere near the Capitol. In fact, according to our trackers, they don't even know we're here. I'd hate to see their hunger games while they're missing a hefty number of their starring attractions."
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Mostly, though, she was worried - if they hadn't made it in, and they had their tracker, the Capitol would come and take it all out on them. "Are- are you safe here?" she asked, suddenly, frowning.
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She inspected the wound where the tracker had undoubtedly been, and relaxed. She understood that somehow Johanna had escaped the Capitol - though when she considered it, she had to realize that she, too, wasn't in the Capitol, and how could that be? She didn't think any of the Victors had deserved to go back into the Arena, so even though she feared the repercussions, if Johanna had managed to buck them...
"Well if they can't get you here, then good," she said, bravely not mentioning the fact that she, indeed, might be considered a member of this mutiny by siding with Johanna. Which - which she was, technically. But she couldn't sit idly by while they had taken Katniss and Peeta from her.
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Still, the whole 'being taken aback' thing is new because when Effie says that it's good they can't get to her, there's no sharp reply on her tongue. Instead, she sits there as mute as an Avox for a moment, staring at Effie warily. "Have you seen the others yet?" she asks, choosing to go for kindness.
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"What do you do here?" she asked, carefully. Was Johanna just avoiding the Capitol, or was she actively rebelling? She knew there was something going on, the details of which she wasn't entirely certain.
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She doesn't mind mentioning Finnick, but she'll keep Annie's presence quiet until Finnick wants to say. Information is expensive, after all, and shouldn't be given away freely.
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"That sounds lovely," she said, of the gardens, though Effie herself had never felt an urge to kneel in dirt. Still, the idea of it was nice. "I'm glad Finnick is here too. You two always did seem to get along."
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Finnick had always seemed to understand her. True, all the victors had a degree of understanding, but Johanna didn't have much respect for the ones who turned into strung out morphlings. She didn't mind turning to alcohol like Haymitch because she supposes that keeps them still able to fight and that's the most important thing -- self-survival. "He's okay," she says, shrugging as if she doesn't value his friendship more than most other things in life.
"Peeta's here, too, and I heard a rumor that Haymitch is draining the bar on a daily basis."
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She grasped for what was the most familiar and natural to her, and that ended up being a desire to know just how things were being run. "So you live here?" she asked. "Rooms and everything? How does that get sorted out? And... can you go back?" Not that she thought Johanna would have. But maybe she had tried, just to see, as Effie was intent on doing as soon as she was able to keep track of everyone.
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"I claimed a room as my own and put up a do not disturb sign on the door. It's seemed to do the trick." If anyone is intending to kick her out, then Johanna will have something to say about it and once she's been so vehement on the subject, she doubts anyone will be so quick to try and get her out of the hotel room, then. "And I can go back all I like, but trust me when I say I choose not to."
It's been a strange thing having to be so guarded about opening doors, but from what she's learned, any door can lead her back there. Now that she knows it will bring her back to torture, she's doing everything she can to avoid that fate.