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@sxneca
( . )( . )
Seneca turned around in a neat, militaristic about-face and raised an eyebrow at the wall he was facing. “Please put your shirt back on or give me a good explanation why it has to be off.”
"You look like the ringmaster for a freakshow. Meanwhile I look like a rockstar. Who’s really winning here."
"I am. Because, while I am the ringmaster for a freak show and get payed quite a bit to do it, you are not a rock star." Seneca smirked and held his head a bit higher.
"Goodbye"
{Thank you for sending this! I’m going with Effie being given one last phonecall while she’s in prison in the Capitol during Mockingjay!}
"Seneca…they’ve given me one phonecall here and you’re the only true friend I’ve ever had in the Capitol. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but the way they’re talking is making me think I won’t be here much longer. They keep asking me questions about where the rebels are and I can’t give them an answer…” her voice began to break, her tears evident. “They’ve hurt me so badly, Seneca. I just want it to end. I can’t do this anymore. I have nothing to give them. If I don’t see you again, just know that I-” she screamed right before the phone was violently pulled from her hand and the line went dead.
She nodded, trying to keep a calm façade as they walked, but she ended up chewing her lip nervously.
Seneca nudged her. "Stop that. Smile like you usually do."
Closed Starter, Seneca and Haymitch
"I don’t even want to talk to that man" Haymitch said and watched Seneca. "Besides that I would doubt that he would believe me."
"He wouldn't believe that I'm gay, or he wouldn't believe that I'm lovely and good at my job?"
"Goodbye"
{Thank you for sending this! I’m going with Effie being given one last phonecall while she’s in prison in the Capitol during Mockingjay!}
"Seneca…they’ve given me one phonecall here and you’re the only true friend I’ve ever had in the Capitol. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but the way they’re talking is making me think I won’t be here much longer. They keep asking me questions about where the rebels are and I can’t give them an answer…” her voice began to break, her tears evident. “They’ve hurt me so badly, Seneca. I just want it to end. I can’t do this anymore. I have nothing to give them. If I don’t see you again, just know that I-” she screamed right before the phone was violently pulled from her hand and the line went dead.
She did as she was told , but slipped her hand in his and held it tightly as they walked.
He grinned charmingly, as he had always done, and walked with her. "Once we're at the train station, we'll be fine."
( . )( . )
Seneca turned around in a neat, militaristic about-face and raised an eyebrow at the wall he was facing. “Please put your shirt back on or give me a good explanation why it has to be off.”
"A fancy beard doesn’t mean you’re not dull. It means spend an incredible amount of time with a razor in front of the mirror," she replied, looking back at him and smirking.
He wrinkled his nose and ran a hand over his beard defensively. "It looks absolutely lovely. You're just jealous that you can't grow one. My fashion sense is superior."
Closed Starter, Seneca and Haymitch
Haymitch smirked. “What should I tell Snow?”
"You should tell him that I'm a lovely person and very good at my job." Seneca smirked back.
"Goodbye"
{Thank you for sending this! I’m going with Effie being given one last phonecall while she’s in prison in the Capitol during Mockingjay!}
"Seneca…they’ve given me one phonecall here and you’re the only true friend I’ve ever had in the Capitol. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but the way they’re talking is making me think I won’t be here much longer. They keep asking me questions about where the rebels are and I can’t give them an answer…” her voice began to break, her tears evident. “They’ve hurt me so badly, Seneca. I just want it to end. I can’t do this anymore. I have nothing to give them. If I don’t see you again, just know that I-” she screamed right before the phone was violently pulled from her hand and the line went dead.
She shook her head and moved over to the door, waiting for him.
He threw on a jacket, fixed his hair, then followed her and led her out the door. "Hold your head up and look like you know what you're doing."
Closed Starter, Seneca and Haymitch
"And you are still Seneca. What a miracle"
"And you're still Haymitch, the mentor who is absolutely not going to tell President Snow."
( . )( . )
Seneca turned around in a neat, militaristic about-face and raised an eyebrow at the wall he was facing. “Please put your shirt back on or give me a good explanation why it has to be off.”
"All work and no play makes you a dull boy. Remember that Seneca," she said, opening the door for him. "Your brains gonna fry from exhaustion one of these days."
"I am anything but dull," he protested, grinning and following her through the door. "And if my brain hasn't fried yet, I doubt it will."
"Goodbye"
{Thank you for sending this! I’m going with Effie being given one last phonecall while she’s in prison in the Capitol during Mockingjay!}
"Seneca…they’ve given me one phonecall here and you’re the only true friend I’ve ever had in the Capitol. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but the way they’re talking is making me think I won’t be here much longer. They keep asking me questions about where the rebels are and I can’t give them an answer…” her voice began to break, her tears evident. “They’ve hurt me so badly, Seneca. I just want it to end. I can’t do this anymore. I have nothing to give them. If I don’t see you again, just know that I-” she screamed right before the phone was violently pulled from her hand and the line went dead.
She smiled softly.
"When do we leave?"
"Now would be great." He packed the things he thought he'd need and bit his lip. "Anything else?"
( . )( . )
Seneca turned around in a neat, militaristic about-face and raised an eyebrow at the wall he was facing. “Please put your shirt back on or give me a good explanation why it has to be off.”
"Fine," she agreed with an exaggerated reluctance. She slid a black wifebeater over her tattooed chest and stood up. "You want anything, or are you just gonna keep pretending to be busy?"
"Hey. I am a very busy man," Seneca replied, glancing up at her to make sure she actually did get herself dressed before she left his office. "I can come with you, though. I should probably get more coffee."
"Goodbye"
{Thank you for sending this! I’m going with Effie being given one last phonecall while she’s in prison in the Capitol during Mockingjay!}
"Seneca…they’ve given me one phonecall here and you’re the only true friend I’ve ever had in the Capitol. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but the way they’re talking is making me think I won’t be here much longer. They keep asking me questions about where the rebels are and I can’t give them an answer…” her voice began to break, her tears evident. “They’ve hurt me so badly, Seneca. I just want it to end. I can’t do this anymore. I have nothing to give them. If I don’t see you again, just know that I-” she screamed right before the phone was violently pulled from her hand and the line went dead.
She nodded and picked out three white shirts and 3 pairs of pants, glancing at Seneca before she put them in her bag.
Seneca nodded and grabbed some red shirts and black jackets and white pants. "Perfect."
Closed Starter, Seneca and Haymitch
"Actually, no. The only thing that is different now is that you are gay."
"Well, I've always been gay. Now you know I'm gay."
”Great, now you call me by my actual name— Perhaps we should go to some tea-party, and we could be totally best friends.”
She rolled her eyes, with a pretty deep growl. And that was her way, her simple way to protest, saying "no"; like a dog. But as much as she wanted to blame the Gamemaker, there was also some good point besides not absolutely hating him. ”I mean…Nevermind. To be honest, I’m not that mad at you: there was water in the arena. As I from District 4, probably that’s why I’m still here, alive— I shouldn’t complain.”
"Would you rather I call you by some other name?" Seneca raised an eyebrow. "And I don't think we need to be best friends. I have things to do. But if you'd like, you can write me occasional letters."
"You did win. You made out better than everybody else. If anything, their families should be sending me nasty letters and appearing around town to shout at and blame me." He smirked a bit and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers. "I'm glad you don't hate me as much as you thought you did. See? I'm not really a bad man."
"Goodbye"
{Thank you for sending this! I’m going with Effie being given one last phonecall while she’s in prison in the Capitol during Mockingjay!}
"Seneca…they’ve given me one phonecall here and you’re the only true friend I’ve ever had in the Capitol. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but the way they’re talking is making me think I won’t be here much longer. They keep asking me questions about where the rebels are and I can’t give them an answer…” her voice began to break, her tears evident. “They’ve hurt me so badly, Seneca. I just want it to end. I can’t do this anymore. I have nothing to give them. If I don’t see you again, just know that I-” she screamed right before the phone was violently pulled from her hand and the line went dead.
"Yes please," she nodded.
He nodded as well and led her back to his room.
Effie wandered over to the closet and opened the doors. "What can I take..?"
He gave her a bag and got one for himself. "Just pick a few outfits. I don't have too many options."
Closed Starter, Seneca and Haymitch
"At this moment I find you surprising, annoying and confusing"
"Is that any different from how you usually see me?"
"I'm ending it tonight. Don't try to stop me..."
"But…but Seneca! Why?"
"Well obviously, but it might not work out like that."
"There's a very small chance that will happen."
