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+ @intopearls, . . . "effie trinket, as i live and breathe." amused lilt of tongue accompanies her approach as niamh appeared at the escort's side with a glass in hand and a charming smile turning up the corners of her mouth. green eyes flicker toward the other briefly before returning back to the footage of the newly reaped tributes. "what poor souls have you been saddled with this year?"
" effie - ! " jade is nearly out of breathe when she catches up to @intopearls, her voice cutting through the air as a hissed whisper. this damn capitol party was overstimulating enough without being forced to witness effie's great aunt messalina fawning over sterling. gross. jade was unfortunate enough to witness an obscene number of capitol citizens flirt with her uncle over the past two years since becoming a victor herself - no matter what, it was always weird. " did you actually want your great aunt messalina here? you know what, i don't even care - all i care about is that you get her back to her table. i can't take one more story about her prized collection of sterling's victory tour posters. " jade huffs, pinching the bridge of her nose to try and halt the budding headache. " fix. it. please, i'm begging you! " she throws her hands up in exasperation before her arms abruptly settle defiantly across her chest, eyebrows knitting together. " this party already sucks. it can't afford to get worse. "
liz!!! i can Confidently say i knew nothing about brooke and have been properly introduced to her through your writing... and everything i learned about your characterization was more than enough to instantly make me care, relate and wanna know more about her! you put so much love into your writing and it shows. you've made her your own character and honestly at this point you could sell me about anything re: her personal arc and i'd be like yk what... YEAH!!! LET HER SPEAK!!! it's always a pleasure to see you on my dash!
isa TRULY I AM IN AWEEEE OF YOU & YOUR EFFIE. the moment i saw your blog i knew i was in for a treat and over the coming weeks as you added more and more to your carrd and i got to see more and more of your writing, i was absolutely hooked. you've crafted something so special & unique with your portrayal and it's clear how much thought & care you've put into effie & her background. thank you so much for the kind words i love two divas coming together to maximize their joint slay 💜💜💜
how's my portrayal? . . . @intopearls
coming abruptly face to face with 12’s escort , deep deep down below amongst the numbing greyness of district 13 , antra felt an overwhelming desire to bare her teeth and growl. how animalistic — but isn’t that what capitolites saw their tv star killers as anyway? her time spent sequestered away as the rebels plotted & the nation crumbled had been ( happily ) spent alone. why would she want to talk to anyone , let alone @intopearls ? ‘ are you here simply to stare or what? i’ve already told heavensbee i am not getting in front of a camera for you. ’
GIRL LOST , THOUGH IT SEEMED MOST WERE. STUCK UNDERGROUND [ so different from each of their homes. ] EVERY COLOUR FADED TO THE SAME DEPRESSING GREY , MOST EXPRESSIONS LOST TO NEUTRALITY. [ what was there to smile about now , anyways ? ] AN HOUR ALLOWED FOR THEM TO RELAX , IF RELAX WAS EVEN THE WORD. ALL OF THEM SAT AROUND , NOT MUCH CONVERSATION PASSING. [ she didn't do well in silence , yearning to fill it. but she didn't know how now. ] “ look , uh - ” A START , VOICE STARTLING HERSELF , EYES DOWNCAST. “ i'm sorry. about peeta. you guys must've been close , i guess. ”
* SC. @intopearls
iona took over propo editing for the day per coin's request. while she would much rather spend her time hacking into capitol systems, she didn't exactly have the luxury of saying no. despite completing the propo hours ago, iona couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. somewhat reluctantly, iona requested effie's presence to give her opinion. despite what iona likes to refer to as " effie's lack of common knowledge, " she is able to recognize the relationship effie has developed with katniss has grown substantially since the 74th games. seeing the shift first hand, iona managed to convince herself that effie could provide some insight. but mostly, haymitch was nowhere to be found.
crystalline blue eyes dart up from her computer screen, a moment of regret flitting across once neutrally resting features. she lets out a gentle sigh, before spinning in her chair to face the other. " if you touch anything in here, there's a 50/50 chance you'll blow us both up and cause the entire structural integrity of thirteen to come crumbling down. " she blinks, motioning to the additional supply of potentially explosive arrows beetee completed. " hands off everything. just ... sit. here. " iona glances at the seat next to her, which is surely not up to trinket standards ... but that was all thirteen had to offer.
* re: @intopearls !
i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still.
❝ you don’t need to do that. ❞ her hair is shorter now than it’s been in years, possibly her entire life - cut nearly to her chin when the nurses standing over her had deemed it beyond saving. too tangled, too torn, matted and ruined. it falls around her face now in an explosion of dark curls. her mother used to braid it into lengthy fishtails that brushed against the small of her back, tie it off with a bit of dyed string or pin it with shells. marilla used to tell her that her hair would gain her SPONSORS just as much as the way she could flip a knife in her palm. finnick used to run his hands through it like water when they kissed, used to twist it desperately when they…. she doesn’t remember much about her past few months, her mind willfully creating a patchwork of missing things that will come back to haunt her later on, but annie can’t forget the feeling of hands gripping and pulling.
she recoils again when the escort ( effie , her name is effie. she needs to separate the two. ) reaches out once more. twists her hands into the silken green skirt of her BORROWED DRESS, feels the beaded embroidery press into her palm and counts the pinpricks to avoid doing something more rash and unseemly. it’s her wedding day, after all. ❝ i’m sorry, i…. just give me a minute. ❞
DIALOGUE PROMPTS 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 accepting
i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow. — @ galinda. from the meme call :*
( MEME, CHALLENGERS : ACCEPTING ) . . .
to say she was excited would be an understatement- truly, a disgrace to her noble name and a waste of years spent slaving away for the necessary grades and acceptance to only the most prestigious of academies the capital had to offer. and she succeeded! give her the credit she's well due. galinda arduenna of the upper uplands, galinda upland to only her innermost circle, finally on track to be one of the great escorts the games have ever had the privilege of employing- and to be learning from effie trinket herself? oh, there is no denying galinda and lady luck are intertwined for surely it must be fate- what else could it be? ( she studiously ignores the possibility of a selection process, and that maybe there's a reason she and effie were paired ) sure, miss effie hasn't the most impressive of track records- hardly a track record to speak of, really ... but in galinda's young but very expert opinion, that's hardly effie's fault. it's the tributes. they don't want it enough. why, galinda cannot fathom ( yet ) but rest assured, when she finally has a district of her own to handle, she will. "oh! but miss effie, there's really no need- i have completely dedicated myself to this opportunity, i assure you. i've taken more notes than there is space in my diary and, i'm sure you would understand, but my manicure has suffered for it dearly." a bright smile, and the waggle of her fingers follows before galinda drops her hand to clasp her other in front of her. "but of course, if you think it necessary ..."
