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thecapitol2013-12-14 07:09 pm
mannersmatter) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-14 07:09 pm
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Alchol, alternative to feeling like yourself!
Who| Effie and Open!
What| Stressed Effie is stressed.
Where| A few different locations, see post.
When| A night out.
Warnings/Notes| Alcohol. Also, multiple prompts, pick your poison. One's set in the District 12 suite only open to those from 12 or those who might end up there looking for someone or something.
The Capitol art museum, evening|
It was the third party this week.
Effie, of course, loved to socialize. She really did. But after this game, with a tribute in the arena till the end, and the amount of work she had been doing being pretty much the only person playing escort and mentor?
One party was enough. Two parties were a stretch. Three parties? Well, she needed plenty of help getting her through the night.
With a few cocktails in her, the stress of the last few weeks melted away, and she could be her usual charming and gracious self. Perhaps, in fact, she might be over compensation. Anyone who walked past, who's face even triggered a small flicker of recognition, she greeted enthusiastically. A few tributes had gotten invites, escorts, mentors, and of course her own people.
How strange she felt more comfortable with those she was growing use to at the training center? Must be time for another martini.
The Tribute Center Commons, late at night|
Of course the line between alcohol as a social tool, and being a pathetic drunk were sometimes far too thin.
Maybe it was the mix of stress, hurried meetings, and lack of sleep, but somewhere one drink became one too many. And once she'd had one too many, Effie just...kept going.
Perhaps she was trying to make up for the lack of Haymitch and alcoholic self medication going on in her life.
Even still, she wasn't drinking like him. It was a steady stream of fluffy, warm drinks, now curled up in one of the more snug, intimate corners of the common area, an avox always there to refill things. Luckily Effie was a happy drunk, less lucky, at least for those around her, she was also a chatty drunk. And every time that thought, that she felt more comfortable in here than out there came up?
Well, bottoms up.
12's common room, very late/early morning|
The happy drunk was gone.
She'd fallen asleep in the room provide for when she was "working over time." Fallen asleep being a generous way of saying she'd passed out like a fool. And then woken up several hours later to puke her guts out.
Now she was sitting in the dim room, curled up with a glass of water, staring out over the Capitol. Although she wasn't entirely stripped down for her usual over the top appearance, she was considerably toned down. Her make-up, which after passing out, followed by her violent wake-up was left in ruins anyway, had been scrubbed away. Her hair was twisted up into a large clip of flowers and feathers, but it was her hair, pale blond and barely long enough to stay in the clip. Her party dress had been replace by a softer, ankle length dress, something she'd left her that she could sleep in if needed, and still maintain appearances.
The city, even at this hour, was decently active. It gave Effie something to watch as she stewed in her thought. She'd acted a fool tonight, and knew it. And if that wasn't enough, she still had all those thoughts, of the arenas, of people missing, of missing part of herself, swirling around in her head.
What| Stressed Effie is stressed.
Where| A few different locations, see post.
When| A night out.
Warnings/Notes| Alcohol. Also, multiple prompts, pick your poison. One's set in the District 12 suite only open to those from 12 or those who might end up there looking for someone or something.
The Capitol art museum, evening|
It was the third party this week.
Effie, of course, loved to socialize. She really did. But after this game, with a tribute in the arena till the end, and the amount of work she had been doing being pretty much the only person playing escort and mentor?
One party was enough. Two parties were a stretch. Three parties? Well, she needed plenty of help getting her through the night.
With a few cocktails in her, the stress of the last few weeks melted away, and she could be her usual charming and gracious self. Perhaps, in fact, she might be over compensation. Anyone who walked past, who's face even triggered a small flicker of recognition, she greeted enthusiastically. A few tributes had gotten invites, escorts, mentors, and of course her own people.
How strange she felt more comfortable with those she was growing use to at the training center? Must be time for another martini.
The Tribute Center Commons, late at night|
Of course the line between alcohol as a social tool, and being a pathetic drunk were sometimes far too thin.
Maybe it was the mix of stress, hurried meetings, and lack of sleep, but somewhere one drink became one too many. And once she'd had one too many, Effie just...kept going.
Perhaps she was trying to make up for the lack of Haymitch and alcoholic self medication going on in her life.
Even still, she wasn't drinking like him. It was a steady stream of fluffy, warm drinks, now curled up in one of the more snug, intimate corners of the common area, an avox always there to refill things. Luckily Effie was a happy drunk, less lucky, at least for those around her, she was also a chatty drunk. And every time that thought, that she felt more comfortable in here than out there came up?
Well, bottoms up.
12's common room, very late/early morning|
The happy drunk was gone.
She'd fallen asleep in the room provide for when she was "working over time." Fallen asleep being a generous way of saying she'd passed out like a fool. And then woken up several hours later to puke her guts out.
Now she was sitting in the dim room, curled up with a glass of water, staring out over the Capitol. Although she wasn't entirely stripped down for her usual over the top appearance, she was considerably toned down. Her make-up, which after passing out, followed by her violent wake-up was left in ruins anyway, had been scrubbed away. Her hair was twisted up into a large clip of flowers and feathers, but it was her hair, pale blond and barely long enough to stay in the clip. Her party dress had been replace by a softer, ankle length dress, something she'd left her that she could sleep in if needed, and still maintain appearances.
The city, even at this hour, was decently active. It gave Effie something to watch as she stewed in her thought. She'd acted a fool tonight, and knew it. And if that wasn't enough, she still had all those thoughts, of the arenas, of people missing, of missing part of herself, swirling around in her head.
DISTRICT 12 SUITES
She stopped short when she saw she wasn't the only one awake and squinted for a moment in confusion before recognition set in.
"Effie?" She asked out loud as if she could hardly believe seeing the proud made up woman in shambles like this.
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She smiled at the girl, patting the couch next to her. "What are you doing out of bed this late?"
She knew some of the Tribute rose early, but this was a bit much even for them.
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Almost like being home again, except Effie wasn't passed out yet.
"Woke up and wanted some juice." She explained, though apparently she didn't want it bad enough to leave Effie's side just yet. "The tea gives me cotton mouth in the mornings."
She was grateful for the tea that Effie had introduced her to some time ago, it made it much easier to sleep even if it only dulled some of her nightmares. The particularly bad ones seemed only susceptible to Pruna and her special way of making Sandy feel safe in the worst of places.
"What are you doing?" She asked back though from the looks of things she could guess at least part of the answer.
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Some juice actually sounded quite good.
"What kind would you like dear? Pineapple?"
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"It does that to me too, which I guess means it's working?" She wondered. The tea had done it's work to help her sleep longer at least even for the drawbacks.
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But that was just silly.
"That's good. You need your rest."
She knew no one on this floor slept well. She would be surprised if anyone in the building did. Worried, in fact, if they did.
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Of course dark humor was somewhat of a pass time among District 12.
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"Exactly. Well rested and well feed, and soon enough. Well." She paused, realizing that with the particular way this situation went down, Sandy would be young forever.
It brought on another wave on nearly unbearable sadness, and she wasn't sure why. Better to never grow old by eternal young, than by death? She distracted herself fussing with the drinks as they arrived, so she didn't show the mood sing to Sandy.
"You'll be out of there in now time. Here now, drink up my dear."
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When she had swallowed she studied Effie for a moment, cotton brained from her tea? Sure. Sandy would like to believe that but she couldn't shake the feelings of familiarity.
"So...what were you up to last night?" She offered dipping her toe in the conversation pool.
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She knew that the Tribute, in general, didn't find the parties nearly as exciting as she had. In fact, really, given the amount of parties she had hit up recently, she could understand their lack of appeal. The sparkles were starting to tarnish a bit for her, as well.
"It was at the art museum. Lovely, but...just another party."
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"Was there anything new? I like it at the museum." Specifically she liked art. The way people could create so much beauty out of nothing...not to mention the sculptures made her think of her powers amusingly.
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"Well, right now there isn't anything new. But I do believe I saw a banner for a new exhibit of pre-Dark Days Americana art. It might have things you are familiar with, would you like to go?"
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"Yeah! That would be really cool."
"Do you like art?" She realized that despite all her conversations with Effie they'd never really discussed the subject, Sandy's paintings had only come up a little given the nature of them were...less then cheerful usually and all over the walls and ceiling of her room.
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She beamed at the girl, knowing the Sandy's life was, in some aspect, part of her history. Strange for past and present to combine that way.
"Perhaps, when the exhibit opens, I can take your girl for a day trip to the museum, lunch...all my treat."
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The offer made her grin widely. It would be really weird looking at things from a world she was supposed to be a part of...but art was art.
"That would be really cool...will it be open before the next arena." Her stomach flipped at the idea and her smile weakened a little with concern.
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"No, it'll have to be...a treat when you get home." She said softly, smiling warmly at the girl. Sometimes, that was all she could do.
Stifling a yawn, she rubbed Sandy's back.
"You should get back to bed, love."
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"If I get home. I'm still one of the least impressive tributes in our district. I keep waiting to vanish like the others."
The contact helped though and she nodded. "You too. Maybe call in sick today or something. You could use a break." Not that Sandy had any idea just how busy Effie was. It was just an assumed fact that Effie was the busiest person in the district in between arenas.
Which may have been a discredit to Cinna, but Sandy meant no harm in it.
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She didn't really want to add that it was because everyone found her and Pruna entertaining. It seemed distasteful. So instead she left it at that, moving on to the simpler subject.
"I couldn't possibly right now. But thank you dear. I'll look forward to our art trip?"
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Her bitter words were softer then usual, maybe because she genuinely was looking forward to the art show. She smiled warmly at Effie and shuffled off to bed casting a last glance over her shoulder.
"Don't work too hard OK?" Some genuine concern on top of that? A very earnest morning so far.
And with that she was gone, back in her room.