"Hello! you have reached the voicemail of Effie Trinket. I am unavailable at present, so please leave your name and your number and I will be delighted to return your call."
[ Well wasn't this exciting her first call. Going from a hectic schedule to a nearly empty one has been hard, not to mention the utter loss of her social life and accompanying niceties.
When she answers with her best Capitol cheer it's almost impossible to tell how tired and unhappy she is. ]
[Her response gives him pause for a number of reasons: she seems too upbeat, Saul's not used to people being so happy to hear from him, and he's not sure how to answer that question. He's certainly not doing well, especially not since starting his training with Coby. He hurts in places he didn't even know existed.
So it takes him a moment to respond, but when he does, there's a faint trace of an audible smile. Forced, but a smile nonetheless.]
I'm okay. Are you all settled in? Find anyone from home?
[ Settled in? Effie had never felt so out of place and thoroughly unsettled in her life. Even the Districts had held some element of familiarity. She had known her place at least. Even if she had felt unwelcome it was only for a short while and there was always her lovely apartment and friends to return to. ]
As much as one would expect.
It just so happens that both my coworker and victors are here as well, there's something to be said for that.
[ Except they are somehow still worlds apart. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch were all survivors who could and had adapted to worse. Where was her place in all of this? ]
It's a little funny isn't it? I wasn't able to say goodbye last I saw them, I suppose this is my second chance.
[ If only there was a phone cord to be twisted around her manicured finger. ]
[Forget pausing; what she says makes him full-on hesitant to reply, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes searching the walls of his office for a response. He's worried he'll give too much away in the tone of his voice alone, because when he thinks of second chances, he thinks of Jesse.
And boy, does the memory of what happened back home hurt.
So whatever it is she's getting at — he already understands. He tries for a light chuckle, but it sounds completely fake.]
This place is funny that way, yeah. But — that's great. That you have them here, I mean. Not everyone's so lucky.
[ Effie certainly didn't feel lucky. Some small, vague part of her wondered if this was some kind of payback for a great misdeed she didn't truly understand. ]
You're right. Katniss and Peeta have been here for some time, which is convenient. Haymitch arrived with the last group from what I understand.
[ She had created a wonderful mask of civility once the initial shock and upset had worn off. Now there was that tight, Capitol smile of fake pleasantry in the face of discomfort or unrest.
It was tiring to maintain though, and in the privacy and comfort of this call she couldn't help but let some of the unease escape through her lilting voice. ]
I was pleasantly surprised to see their familiar faces- though I wouldn't wish this place upon anyone, they are better to equipped to deal with it than most.
[His response is instant this time, edging somewhere between confused and curious. It's difficult for him to imagine Katniss and Effie coming from the same place. Katniss, who's so plain and serious, and Effie, who's so... Effie.
But there's something relieving in knowing that Katniss has people here, which is strange. He barely even knows her. Likes her, sure, and likes teasing her, but what does he know about Katniss Everdeen aside from she doesn't know how to take care of cats and is easily annoyed?
But that's been the trend lately, hasn't it? Caring too much about people he barely knows.
Or maybe it's that he's just remembered what Effie did, back home in her world. So it's with slight trepidation that he adds:]
Katniss and Peeta are the victors of District 12, and before that they were tributes. I was their escort to the games and also took care of scheduling and representation for their Victory Tour.
[ A pause. Everything had changed so much. Become so... different. It wasn't normal to escort one's tributes to the Games twice. Effie hadn't fully accepted it, and was deeply internally conflicted. She could only do her best to bury her feelings with work and doing the best she could do to support them. ]
Actually, I escorted them twice.
It was a lot of work and none of it really came to fruition, due to our unexpected departure from Panem to... here.
So they were chosen to fight to the death... twice.
[Oops. Did that sound too judgmental?
He's not mad at Effie; he's mad at whatever the hell system thought to employ such a tactic. And for what? From what she'd explained to him of the Games, it's — it seems pointless, to him. Barbaric is another word that springs to mind.
And it explains an awful lot about Katniss.
It was easy to brush this off during their first meeting in the name of prioritizing: getting Effie where she needed to be, and safely. Now? Yeah, they can talk about it. Saul has some questions he'd like addressed.]
[ There was a long pause. Mostly because she was chewing on her lower lip to keep herself from sobbing.
Why had this happened to them all? When Katniss and Peeta had been taken away so suddenly she had regretted the loss of her farewell, but on a selfish level it had been easier. They were simply gone and she could only perform her job to the best of her abilities and that was that.
Now they were all here, and there were no games. They were alive and considerably more safe and sound. She wanted so desperately to go back, but if they did...
When she spoke again her voice was very small.]
The Quarter-Quell has yet to commence. There isn't a victor, but I have faith in their abilities.
There are twenty four tributes and every one of them is a former victor.
Both of them could die, but they are young and strong and I believe that Katniss and Peeta have what it takes to succeed.
[ She is defensive of them. They are her tributes after all, and she had never doubted their ability to win. When no one had believed in District 12, Effie had.
They had both lived and proved her doubly right and nothing could have made her happier. Then the Quarter-Quell had been announced, and her new life of opportunity had been dimmed substantially.
What were the odds they would live again, both of them? Would the outfit she had bought for their wedding ever be worn?
[That's not fair. But hers is obviously not a world that has the same kind of Constitution, if it has one at all.
It's easy to distance himself from the situation, this way. To pretend Effie's the one on trial. Speak in legal terms, forget that he himself had ever suggested having Jesse killed —
Now there's a thought he didn't need.
He sounds even more upset, now.]
Don't understand what? Escorting a bunch of kids off to slaughter each other? No, can't really say I understand that.
[Saul doesn't respond to that message, in part because he has no idea what to say other than "how terrible that must have been for you," which wouldn't be nice at all.
But even less nice than that is going to see Steph, first. And then falling asleep.
And then waking up in a panic and showing up at Effie's place past midnight.
He can already tell this is going to be a disaster, but he knocks anyway.]
[ Exhausted or not, Effie waits for him. Gone is the majority of her makeup and earlier styling. For anyone but Saul she may have tried to redress, but he'd already seen her wigless and racoon eyed in the morning and she was just too tired to bother.
So she sat on her couch in a silky robe and slip, her blonde hair pinned up and face shiny and bare, highlighted only by a pearly moisturizer (lip gloss and mascara didn't count, did it?).
The knock at her door was enough to wake her up from a light, troubled nap and she crept to the peephole in her slippers to check before opening. After all that had happened she was still shaken and a little scared, but seeing Saul's face she opened it immediately. ]
[ Her gaze softens, because she can tell he feels as bad as he looks. She ushers him into her apartment with a tsk-tsk and chiding shake of her head, peeling his jacket away from his shoulders to drape over a nearby piece of furniture. ]
I was worried. Call next time.
It's rude to keep a lady waiting, and you could have slept here.
[ She shepherds him to the worn couch she had made presentable with a few artfully pieced together floral throw blankets.]
[He'd argue that he couldn't have called because he was asleep, but that's not the real reason why he didn't call. And it was rude. And he could've.
Whose arms did he wind up in, instead?
And how the hell did any of this happen?]
Yeah, well, you wouldn't have found me. [After a moment of hesitation, he sits and runs a hand over his face. Now that his jacket's off, the bandages running the length of his forearms are visible.] After that thing showed up, Ashraf came and found me. I thought he was helping, but...
[ She sits on the edge of the couch beside him. Her hands start out resting in her lap, then move to rest in silent concern on top of his hand at the sight of his bandages. ]
I saw people turning on one another.
[ She looks away and up, forcing herself remain composed and not let the exhaustion and stress of the party get the best of her.
The hem of the dress is what she told herself had upset her most. It was easier and more comfortable to be upset over something silly than to really acknowledge what had happened.]
I didn't know who I could trust, so I didn't trust anyone. After I couldn't find you, I found Peeta and escaped.
[ She looks back to him with a small, tight smile. ]
I may have wrongfully accused your friend, but I couldn't be too sure, and Peeta would be the type to let a pretty blonde girl drag him away.
[Saul doesn't have to ask who Effie's talking about. Maybe it's a sign, or something, that the thing Saul came here to discuss has come up so quickly — hey, yeah, speaking of Stephanie...
And yet in spite of that — or maybe because of it — he turns his hand, lacing their fingers together, and squeezes.]
The United Earth was using mind control. That's why so many people started leaving. You didn't get hurt at all, did you? No acid burns or anything?
[ She squeezes back. Even if he was late, it felt good not to be alone. Effie was not a woman of great action or bravery, and her nerves were not as strong as her head.
Even still she found it in her to swallow back the tightness in her throat, her smile growing a little coy with a flutter of lashes. ]
There's something to be said for high fashion. By the time I found Peeta my dress was scorched and mostly torn off, but I walked away without a scratch- just a broken nail.
[ She held up her free hand to show off the battle damage, her magenta pink significantly shorter than the rest. ]
I was thinking of trimming them anyway, before they grow out and look unsightly.
[ She sits up a little taller, straightening her shoulders- though still squeezing his hand and refusing to let go. ]
I was scared, but I had to find Peeta. Now that Katniss and Haymitch are gone, he is entirely my responsibility. I just couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him.
[ A soft sigh and she let her shoulders round again, looking back up to him with a more honest expression. Her eyes were more startling blue without a canvas of makeup surrounding them. ]
And I told myself if I was taken- that at least one person would come looking for me.
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Date: 2013-07-18 05:20 pm (UTC)Hello, Miss Trinket. This is Saul Goodman. How're you holding up?
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Date: 2013-07-18 05:27 pm (UTC)When she answers with her best Capitol cheer it's almost impossible to tell how tired and unhappy she is. ]
Oh Saul, hello! How lovely to hear from you.
I'm doing well, and yourself?
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Date: 2013-07-18 05:40 pm (UTC)So it takes him a moment to respond, but when he does, there's a faint trace of an audible smile. Forced, but a smile nonetheless.]
I'm okay. Are you all settled in? Find anyone from home?
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Date: 2013-07-18 06:01 pm (UTC)As much as one would expect.
It just so happens that both my coworker and victors are here as well, there's something to be said for that.
[ Except they are somehow still worlds apart. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch were all survivors who could and had adapted to worse. Where was her place in all of this? ]
It's a little funny isn't it? I wasn't able to say goodbye last I saw them, I suppose this is my second chance.
[ If only there was a phone cord to be twisted around her manicured finger. ]
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Date: 2013-07-18 06:16 pm (UTC)And boy, does the memory of what happened back home hurt.
So whatever it is she's getting at — he already understands. He tries for a light chuckle, but it sounds completely fake.]
This place is funny that way, yeah. But — that's great. That you have them here, I mean. Not everyone's so lucky.
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Date: 2013-07-18 06:39 pm (UTC)You're right. Katniss and Peeta have been here for some time, which is convenient. Haymitch arrived with the last group from what I understand.
[ She had created a wonderful mask of civility once the initial shock and upset had worn off. Now there was that tight, Capitol smile of fake pleasantry in the face of discomfort or unrest.
It was tiring to maintain though, and in the privacy and comfort of this call she couldn't help but let some of the unease escape through her lilting voice. ]
I was pleasantly surprised to see their familiar faces- though I wouldn't wish this place upon anyone, they are better to equipped to deal with it than most.
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Date: 2013-07-18 06:54 pm (UTC)[His response is instant this time, edging somewhere between confused and curious. It's difficult for him to imagine Katniss and Effie coming from the same place. Katniss, who's so plain and serious, and Effie, who's so... Effie.
But there's something relieving in knowing that Katniss has people here, which is strange. He barely even knows her. Likes her, sure, and likes teasing her, but what does he know about Katniss Everdeen aside from she doesn't know how to take care of cats and is easily annoyed?
But that's been the trend lately, hasn't it? Caring too much about people he barely knows.
Or maybe it's that he's just remembered what Effie did, back home in her world. So it's with slight trepidation that he adds:]
How do you know Katniss?
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Date: 2013-07-18 08:12 pm (UTC)[ A pause. Everything had changed so much. Become so... different. It wasn't normal to escort one's tributes to the Games twice. Effie hadn't fully accepted it, and was deeply internally conflicted. She could only do her best to bury her feelings with work and doing the best she could do to support them. ]
Actually, I escorted them twice.
It was a lot of work and none of it really came to fruition, due to our unexpected departure from Panem to... here.
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Date: 2013-07-19 06:02 am (UTC)[Oops. Did that sound too judgmental?
He's not mad at Effie; he's mad at whatever the hell system thought to employ such a tactic. And for what? From what she'd explained to him of the Games, it's — it seems pointless, to him. Barbaric is another word that springs to mind.
And it explains an awful lot about Katniss.
It was easy to brush this off during their first meeting in the name of prioritizing: getting Effie where she needed to be, and safely. Now? Yeah, they can talk about it. Saul has some questions he'd like addressed.]
And they both survived twice. How's that work?
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Date: 2013-07-19 04:40 pm (UTC)[ There was a long pause. Mostly because she was chewing on her lower lip to keep herself from sobbing.
Why had this happened to them all? When Katniss and Peeta had been taken away so suddenly she had regretted the loss of her farewell, but on a selfish level it had been easier. They were simply gone and she could only perform her job to the best of her abilities and that was that.
Now they were all here, and there were no games. They were alive and considerably more safe and sound. She wanted so desperately to go back, but if they did...
When she spoke again her voice was very small.]
The Quarter-Quell has yet to commence. There isn't a victor, but I have faith in their abilities.
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Date: 2013-07-19 05:40 pm (UTC)[It almost sounds accusatory, the way he says it. Like Effie could have done something about it.
Or should have, maybe.
There's something uncomfortably familiar about this.]
And one of them might be the victor. [Victor. He almost spits the word out. Since when are "victor" and "survivor" synonymous?]
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Date: 2013-07-19 05:58 pm (UTC)Both of them could die, but they are young and strong and I believe that Katniss and Peeta have what it takes to succeed.
[ She is defensive of them. They are her tributes after all, and she had never doubted their ability to win. When no one had believed in District 12, Effie had.
They had both lived and proved her doubly right and nothing could have made her happier. Then the Quarter-Quell had been announced, and her new life of opportunity had been dimmed substantially.
What were the odds they would live again, both of them? Would the outfit she had bought for their wedding ever be worn?
She dabbed at her nose with a silk handkerchief.]
I don't expect you to understand.
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Date: 2013-07-19 06:11 pm (UTC)[That's not fair. But hers is obviously not a world that has the same kind of Constitution, if it has one at all.
It's easy to distance himself from the situation, this way. To pretend Effie's the one on trial. Speak in legal terms, forget that he himself had ever suggested having Jesse killed —
Now there's a thought he didn't need.
He sounds even more upset, now.]
Don't understand what? Escorting a bunch of kids off to slaughter each other? No, can't really say I understand that.
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Date: 2013-09-19 01:32 pm (UTC)I'm back. I'm okay. A mind-controlled friend of mine shoved me into the United Earth — literally — at the party.
I'll come over in a little while, OK?
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Date: 2013-09-24 05:50 pm (UTC)Peeta and I were able to find one another and escape, I'm glad to know you're well.
Someone stepped on the hem of my dress and it tore. What a tasteless end to a nearly tasteful night.
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Date: 2013-09-27 12:36 am (UTC)But even less nice than that is going to see Steph, first. And then falling asleep.
And then waking up in a panic and showing up at Effie's place past midnight.
He can already tell this is going to be a disaster, but he knocks anyway.]
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Date: 2013-09-27 05:01 pm (UTC)So she sat on her couch in a silky robe and slip, her blonde hair pinned up and face shiny and bare, highlighted only by a pearly moisturizer (lip gloss and mascara didn't count, did it?).
The knock at her door was enough to wake her up from a light, troubled nap and she crept to the peephole in her slippers to check before opening. After all that had happened she was still shaken and a little scared, but seeing Saul's face she opened it immediately. ]
You are late.
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Date: 2013-09-27 05:09 pm (UTC)[The exhaustion is practically hanging off of him; his eyes are red and dark, he's completely dressed down, and his movements are a little slow.
He looks her over, but he can't quite meet her gaze.
How is she always so damn pretty?]
I fell asleep.
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Date: 2013-09-27 05:18 pm (UTC)I was worried. Call next time.
It's rude to keep a lady waiting, and you could have slept here.
[ She shepherds him to the worn couch she had made presentable with a few artfully pieced together floral throw blankets.]
I looked for you at the party, you know.
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Date: 2013-09-27 05:25 pm (UTC)Whose arms did he wind up in, instead?
And how the hell did any of this happen?]
Yeah, well, you wouldn't have found me. [After a moment of hesitation, he sits and runs a hand over his face. Now that his jacket's off, the bandages running the length of his forearms are visible.] After that thing showed up, Ashraf came and found me. I thought he was helping, but...
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Date: 2013-09-27 05:39 pm (UTC)I saw people turning on one another.
[ She looks away and up, forcing herself remain composed and not let the exhaustion and stress of the party get the best of her.
The hem of the dress is what she told herself had upset her most. It was easier and more comfortable to be upset over something silly than to really acknowledge what had happened.]
I didn't know who I could trust, so I didn't trust anyone. After I couldn't find you, I found Peeta and escaped.
[ She looks back to him with a small, tight smile. ]
I may have wrongfully accused your friend, but I couldn't be too sure, and Peeta would be the type to let a pretty blonde girl drag him away.
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Date: 2013-09-27 05:52 pm (UTC)And yet in spite of that — or maybe because of it — he turns his hand, lacing their fingers together, and squeezes.]
The United Earth was using mind control. That's why so many people started leaving. You didn't get hurt at all, did you? No acid burns or anything?
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Date: 2013-09-27 06:03 pm (UTC)Even still she found it in her to swallow back the tightness in her throat, her smile growing a little coy with a flutter of lashes. ]
There's something to be said for high fashion. By the time I found Peeta my dress was scorched and mostly torn off, but I walked away without a scratch- just a broken nail.
[ She held up her free hand to show off the battle damage, her magenta pink significantly shorter than the rest. ]
I was thinking of trimming them anyway, before they grow out and look unsightly.
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Date: 2013-09-27 07:00 pm (UTC)Damn it.]
It's okay if you were scared, Eff.
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Date: 2013-09-27 07:11 pm (UTC)[ She sits up a little taller, straightening her shoulders- though still squeezing his hand and refusing to let go. ]
I was scared, but I had to find Peeta. Now that Katniss and Haymitch are gone, he is entirely my responsibility. I just couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him.
[ A soft sigh and she let her shoulders round again, looking back up to him with a more honest expression. Her eyes were more startling blue without a canvas of makeup surrounding them. ]
And I told myself if I was taken- that at least one person would come looking for me.
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