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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.
heeee!
Standing, she walked over to lean down and help Pruna with her coat, before pausing. Sleep was so far past where she was, it took a moment for her to remember that this was no time for little girls to be out.
"And where do you think you're going?"
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She let Effie take over the coat zipping and sighed at the question. Usually she would lie but she didn't lie to Effie, she had promised Effie she would behave and she at least tried to keep that promise.
"Sandy did be saying that it do be being so cold at night you can be freezing to death. So I do be needing to be testing my outfit, to be making sure."
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Which, as she said it, she realized was an odd thing for someone like Pruna to hear.
Zipping up the coat, she gestured to the roof. "It is far too late for you to be going outside. You can test this on the roof. And you need shoes, silly girl."
She gave her a tired smile, shaking her head.
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"Shoes do be being fuck... stupid." She cut off the curse as she remembered Effie didn't like them. She wrinkled her nose but nodded, the roof was alright she guessed.
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At least, that is what Effie assumed. She had never looked too far into where her wigs came from.
With a sharp inhale, she started to correct Pruna's mouth, before letting out the breath with a huff as she corrected herself. It still wasn't entirely becoming, but...effort should be recognizes.
"Well, I love shoes, but...how do you deal with cold feet without shoes, my dear?"
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She stared down at her feet, wrinkling her nose. "I have no been solving that problem yet." She sighs, "But shoes do be hurting and do be being stupid so I will no be wearing them."
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She glanced at the girl's feet. She was sure, between Cinna, Portia, and herself, they could find some kind of foot wear for the girl. Maybe something softer. If nothing else, slippers for around here.
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She wrinkled her nose angrily. "But Sandy did be saying my toes will be falling off because it do be being so cold."
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"Your feet will also get filthy, if they're always bare. And terribly rough. Perhaps Cinna can make you some light weight leather ones."
Having something mundane and practical to think about, something she could actually do something about, was clearly lifting Effie's spirits.
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She wasn't sure about that idea, but she liked Cinna and he never made stupid stuff. So if he could make her some shoes that didn't hurt and didn't stop her from feeling things but made sure that her toes didn't fall off... She would at least give them a try.
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It wasn't honestly baffling to Effie that someone wouldn't want to bathe daily, given the choice.
Maybe every other day, but really. No shoes, no baths...where had this girl come from.
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But it had lost it's charm pretty quickly, there was so many other exciting things to do, and baths took a long time to a eleven year old who had better things to do.
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She tried to solve this problem. Because a child wouldn't exactly enjoy getting away from everything and just taking a nice, long, relaxing bath. How were baths made fun for her when she was younger?
"How about this. I will make sure you have something new...a new soap, or a rubber duck, or something for each bath you take? And you can switch between long baths and short showers?"
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Their deal about questions had been a good one, and Pruna thought that Effie would keep this one as well, so she nodded. "That might be being okay, will a duck no be making a lot of mess though. I do no be thinking the stupid people will be liking that."
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She paused. A little girl with a duck could be a wonderful idea. How cute would photo shoots be? Who could turn away sponsoring the little girl with the duck.
"Would you like a real duck to take baths with you?"
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She wasn't really sure why Effie was suggesting bathing with a duck in the first place, maybe it was normal in the Capitol and that was what made baths fun. "I would be liking that." She might as well try, Effie usually had good ideas.
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Luckily, however, she didn't. And went on blissfully unaware.
"Oh, well, here we have toy ducks. Made out of plastic. We call them rubber ducks, they are very cute. But, I think I might be able to find you a real duck companion. Do you promise to keep very good care of it?"
Because of course children always were very sincere when promising to take care of pets.
((Shall we start winding this guy down, or did you wanna get anything else in here?))
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But a real duck... She nodded with a grin, "I will be, I will be looking after it really good, I did no be having a pet before but I can be finding a book in the library they do be telling you how to be doing everything." She sounded excited, she was excited. The concept of a pet was new to her, and it sounded half fun and half stupid but she was always up for learning new things. And at least ducks were not as useless as tribbles.
((Winding down is good))
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She smiled gently, reaching back and laying a hand on Pruna's soft hair.
"You should be heading back to bed, dear. You'll need some sleep before tomorrow."
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