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new canon divergence dropped instead of breaking her hip drusilla gets turned into cake by effie and maysi

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not gone nor here but a third more dangerous thing... busy irl </3 catch up w/ u all here soon!!

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i am coming home to you ❪ with blood in my mouth ❫ ... / i am coming home to you ❪ if it's the last thing i do ❫ + independent multi muse featuring characters from a wide array of media, by (your local) bri. twenty1+ only.

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the  reaction  doesn't  phase  her  for  a  second.  what  better  compliment  than  calling  an  outfit  very  her?  even  coming  from  someone...  perhaps  not  as  schooled  in  the  rich  tapestry  of  today's  fashion  as  her  darling  victor,  lovingly  turned  friend.  "   yours  is  very  your  own,  too.  "   a  reassuring  nod;  endless  notes  about  wiress'  outfit  of  choice,  of  course,  though  none  of  them  voiced  —   surely  the  woman  was  well  acquainted  with  the  dress  code  in  question.  even  though,  arguably  so  was  she  acquainted  with the  escort,  &   still  came  the  suggestion  of  the  very  woman  wearing  those...  boots.  effie  swallows  at  the  thought,  does  a  double  take  --   did  wiress  sincerely  think  those  are  the  appropriate  shoes  for  effie  to  sport  at  the  club?  surely  they  were  a  match  to  cargo  pants  &  whatnot,  this  avant-garde  industrial  chic  rendition  of  street  she's  certain,  but  effie  never  dresses  to  an  occasion.  she  is  the  occasion,  of  course!

"   oh.  no,  no,  darling,  you  mustn't  worry.  of  course,  back  in  the  golden  days  there  would  be  cars  escorting  me  to  these  events,  but  i  am  perfectly  schooled  in  a  good  walk  in  these  beasts.  "  hands  wave  away  any  concern;  she'll  be  walking  on  coal  before  caught  wearing  flats.   what  she  does  is  take  a  hold  of  is  her  purse:  leopard  to  match  the  pattern  of  her  dress,  fuzzy  &  soft.  "   ah!  what  a  treat  of  a  night  this  is.  &   to  think  the  boys  used  to  say  we  have  nothing  in  common.  but  now  we  get  to  finally  enjoy  a  night  for  us  girls  —  isn't  it  so  exciting?  "

wiress is seated at her desk - both excited yet filled with utter confusion as to why effie had been so thrilled to go to the observatory. the conversation had started simply . . . what do you do for fun around here? for wiress, it was a very straightforward answer ! ever since she was a messy haired child, she had always taken interest in the sky and all that it holds. she would sneak out of her window and hike up to the observatory when her parents thought she was out studying with her friends and would spend hours sketching the constellations in her notebook. while effie had entertained her fascination from the moment she was assigned to wiress' prep team, she had never been this excited to look at the stars before. so naturally, wiress was a bit lost. gentle hands are packing her notebook, colored pens, and pencils when she hears effie. she turns and her eyebrows are pulled upwards involuntarily at the sight, her mouth opening and closing. speechless. the outfit was clearly touched by effie - sprinkled with a drama uniquely her own. wiress looks down at her own outfit - cargo pants and a t - shirt, and suddenly she's even more confused.

" it's - " wiress cocks her head to the side, calculations to try and understand effie's reasoning clearly taking place in her head. she falls short rather quickly. " it's very . . . it's very you. " wiress offers an endearing smile towards her unlikely friend, yet her eyes and tone of voice remain a reflection of her confusion. " we are going to have to do some walking to get there. do you want . . . ? " she rocks back and forth on her heels, her hands gesturing to the brown boots on her feet to complete her thought.

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this eff eff victory lap following the casting news

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WE ARE SO BACK IT'S NEVER BEEN OVER AT ALL

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the  final  touch  to  her  getup  comes  in  the  shape  of  fur.  of  course,  what  used  to  be  en  -  vogue  back  in  her  capitol  prime  really  couldn't  make  the  streets  these  days,  but  occasions  such  as  this  one  truly  warrant  a  little  extra  dash  of...  creativity.  effie  usually  sticks  to  ribbons  these  days,  as  she  did  for  most  of  her  stay  in  thirteen,  but  fur  really  shows  some  effort.   &  this  deserves  her  effort.  it's  not  everyday  that  her  dear  victor,  the  very  first  under  her  care  at  that,  agrees  to  go  out  with  her.  &   truly,  effie  couldn't  wait  to  find  out  just  what  this  '  observatory  '  place  was  about.  underground scene,  she  would've  guessed,  but  not  so  much  if  it's  something  her  darling  @reflecthid  frequents.  no  offense  intended,   of  course.  so  it's  fur  head  to  toe.  leopard  at  that.  hair  is  her  own,  a  post  -  war  concession,  but  goes  all  the  way  down  to  her  waist  in  impeccable  blonde  waves.   fur  on  her  hair,  too.  she  puts  one  long  leg  on  display  out  the  doorframe  to  catch  the  other  woman's  attention,  then  waltzes  into  the  living  room  with  a  swoon.   a  pause  —   cue  the  imaginary  standing  o'.  she  notices  how  her  outfit  &   wiress'  look  virtually  nothing  alike,  feels her features sour at the realization, then  rebuilds a smile with the reminder that  this  is  just  the  way  her  friend  is.  it's  not  like  she's  all  about  dressing  up  for  parties  like  herself.  "   so.  what  do  you  think?  "

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you guys see her eff eff slay

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#bumpin that

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what does a so called ‘ rebel ’ look like ? A RECONSTRUCTION OF EFFIE'S COSTUME DESIGN IN DISTRICT THIRTEEN, INSPIRED BY DESIGNS FROM JEAN PAUL GAULTIER & VIVIENNE WESTWOOD.

PLUTARCH HEAVENSBEE  you're not a prisoner.  you're free to join the rest of thirteen. EFFIE TRINKET  not looking like this, thank you very much.

during  the  capitol  extraction,  effie  wore   ⁽   ⁰¹   ⁾   a  magenta  draped  dress,  corset,  &  matching  platform  high  heels.  a  long  flamingo  pink  wig.  skin  -  tone  thighs.  set  of  long  acrylic  nails,  painted  gold,   &  false  eyelashes  with  golden  speckles.  gold  necklace,  bracelets  &   rings  that  resemble  the  shape  of  ribbons. in her purse, she brought essentials: a different pair of heels & sunglasses.   ��   however,   upon  arrival,  all  clothes  &  personal  belongings  were  confiscated  by  district  thirteen  guards.

instead,  effie  is  given  the  standard  thirteen  wardrobe,   ⁽   ⁰²   ⁾   two  jumpsuits,  one  wool  jacket,  one  pair  of  combat  boots,  one  button  -  up  shirt.  the  cardigan  &   pants  she  sometimes  wears  are,  of  course,  borrowed  from  haymitch.

she  negotiates  with  plutarch  access  to  her  clothes  again  —   surely  an  old  friend  would  understand  just  how  vital  one's  clothes  are  in  a  scenario  of  such  vulnerability.  her  colleagues  from  twelve's  prep  team  were  just  now  being  kept  prisoners,  &   wasn't  it  for  her  tight  relationship  to  the  mockingjay,  effie  is  certain  she  too  would  have  a  spot  with  her  initials  on  those  dungeons.  her  identity  is  all  she  has.  it's...  her  brand  of  rebellion.  she  gets  her  belongings  back,  wrapped  in  gray  fabric,  then  casually  lays  all  of  it  ⁺   her  district  thirteen  attire  on  the  ground  of  her  cubicle  underground.  surely  she'd  be  able  to  come  up  with  something  to  resemble  even  a  shadow  of  her  past  self...     ⁽ ⁺ ⁾   

effie  is  left  with  an  assortment  of  customized  pieces  that,  with  a  little  bit  of  luck  &   an  unfathomable  level  of  creativity  should  make  up  for  a  decent  wardrobe.  her  days  in  the  valley  come  in  handy  the  moment  she  realizes  the  pieces  would  need  some  needle  work,  &   she's  able  to  remodel  those  shapeless  pieces  into  memorable  ones.     ⁽   ⁰³   ⁾   the  buttons  in  her  jacket  &   shirt  are  rearranged  to  double  breasted  designs,  on  -  par  with  the  military  theme  everyone  is  supposed  to  be  getting  on  board  with;  if  this  is  what  they  are,  rebels,  then  she  might  as  well  be  a  very  well  dressed  one.  waists  are  either  adjusted  to  better  fit  her  body  or  sintched  with  a  leather  belt,  also  borrowed,  looped  twice  around  her  waist  &   resembling  a  corset.  her  corset,  too,  at  times  worn  on  top  of  her  shirt  to  accentuate  her  sillhouette.

heels  &   gloves  are  the  sole  ode  to  color  in  her  wardrobe  now;  her  dress,  once  beautiful  layers  of  magenta,  now  torn  apart  by  those  so  called  guards  of  thirteen.   plutarch  said  it  surely  had  been  an  accident.  effie  doubts  it'd  bring  them  anything  but  joy  to  destroy  something  beautiful  for  the  sake  of  it.

still,  even  unable  to  sport  her  beautiful  gown  every  day,  confined  to  an  immensity  of  gray  days  in  that  gray  reality,  effie  tends  to  it  tirelessly  every  day  after  work  hours.  she'll  need  something  to  wear  once  the  war's  over,  after  all.  if  it  ever  is.  if  they're  ever  free.  surely  they  don't  expect  her  to  walk  into  the  future  looking anything  other  than  fabulous.  but  then,  an  occasion:  a  wedding,  something  beautiful  for  the  sake  of  it,  like  her  gown,  like  herself.  &   so  all  those  nights  of  raw  fingertips  stitching  her  beautiful  dress  back  together  seem  to  have  found  meaning,  when  she's  able  to  wear  it.  nobody  else  seems  to  mind  that  a  wedding  should  require  a  certain  dress  code,  but  effie's  never  dressed  up  for  anyone  but  herself.  her  repurposed  pink  dress,  pink  heels,  pink  blush  &   lipstick  from  the  stash  that  should  be  used  on  their  mockingjay  only   —  &   she's  ready  for  this  excuse  of  a  party.  her  hair  up  in  pin  curls;  great  aunt  messalina  said  during  wartime  capitolites  wore  their  hair  up  that way,  so  she  does  that  in  the  absense  of  her  wig.

her  everyday  beauty  routine  is  a  bore.  there's  little  effie  considers  herself  less  excited  about  than  showing  a  bare  face  to  those  people,  but  still,  in  the  absense  of  creams  &   powders  to  properly  paint  her  features,  all  she's  left  with  is  the  possibility  of  pinching  her  cheeks  to  a  pink  &  slipping  a  little  something  from  the  studio  katniss  does  most  of  her  on  -  camera  work  in.  her  priority  is  to  add  a  little  color  to  her  lips  &   cheekbones,  always,  &   if  she's  lucky  a  little  contrast  to  her  eyelashes.

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beloveds a very very very good night to all of u & an even better weekend, i'll try to be on after work tomorrow but also i have a very important date with ms. gaga aka watching her perform for the great nation of brasil on my tv lol yay gay girl olympics!!!!! anyway take care & light a candle for a slay young effie announcement see u soon ❣️

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"  coffee?  ah,  yes.  "  effie's  head  nods  as  lovingly,  as  genuinely  as  it  would  in  a  lifetime  past.  it's  only  after  a  beat  that  the  customary,  often  reserved  for  friendly  pairs  of  eyes  such  as  this  one,  smirk  blooms  into  her  features,  "   i'm  sure  i  must  have  some  left  in  some  crevice  inside  my  marvelous  walk  in  closet,  next  to  my  silks  &  furs  &  diamonds.  should  i  fetch  it?  "  dares  the  woman,  eyebrow  up  in  a  spike  of  irony,  lips  curled  in  the  delight  of  momentary  humor.  it  slips  away  faster  than  she'd  like.  slips  into  something  worse  than  she'd  like  to  offer,  too.  for  a  moment,  it's  like  the  very  last  of  her  energy  escapes  her;  right  there,  in  the  middle  of  that  district  that  hardly  resembled  one,  effie  trinket  felt  barely  there.  her  features  sour  at  the  punchline  of  her  own  attempt  at  a  joke;  there  is  no  coffee,  no  luxury  item  inside  a  marvelous  closet,  there  was  barely  a  room  she  was  allowed  to  call  her  own.  more  likely  than  not,  there  was  a  tight  spot  reserved  for  her  in  the  same  conditions  of  those  for  octavia,  venia,  or  flavius.  she's  of  no  use  to  this  revolution.  president  coin  has  been  abundantly  clear  about  their  views  on  waste  down  here;  &  if  not  a  waste  of  time,  space  &  resources,  what  even  was  effie  trinket  herself?

she's  lucky  she  has  her  victors.  they'd  never  let  any  harm  come  to  her,  would  they  now?  in  the  way  she  would  have  done  unspeakable  things  to  make  sure  they  were  safe.  in  the  same  way  she  would  choose  uncertainty  &   gray  over  home  for  them.  effie  sighs.  she  must  still  be  her  best,  nothing  but  her  best,  for  them.  &  for  dear  cinna,  too,  of  course  —   who's  certainly  the  only  person  in  this  place  capable  of  understanding  how  at  loss  effie  feels  at  every  moment.  her  eyes  find  his  again  with  a  better  excuse  of  a  smile,  at  last.  "   really,   cinna.  do  you  regret  bringing  me  into  this  meeting,  or  into  this  place?  "   there  is  no  bite  to  be  found  in  her  voice,  or  even  her  features.   she's  questioned  plutarch,  even  haymitch  about  it  before.  certainly  some  bite  in  her  features  back  then.  but  not  for  cinna.   this  time,  she  even  allows  themselves  the  outrageous  sound  of  a  laugh.  "   please.  we  made  our  choice.  haven't  we  now?  &   if  that  means  making  sure  that  president  woman  treats  all  of  us  rightfully  with  our  very  hands,  so  be  it  then.  "   she's  unable  to  help  the  way  her  lips  curl  into  a  pout,  chin  up  &   straight  towards  the  ceiling  with  judgement.  "   between  us,  now,  darling   —  what  do  you  think?  "   a  beat.  eyes  gleam  with  the  lost  glamour  of  gossip.  "  personally,  i  have a hard time  trusting  someone  with  that  hair.  "

HIS ANGER HAS ALWAYS BEEN A CONTROLLED SIMMER, not allowed to roil and bubble over in any way other than through the stitches that blister his fingers until his emotion is spent. he had perfected the art of concealment in a place where any negative outburst aimed at the government could — at its best — land you at the centre of capitol gossip for days, even weeks. at its worst — a fabricated illness. a quick death.

but what remained of his composure turned to ash in the fire that awakened after reuniting with his prep team. flavius, who’s evasive lies about their treatment in 13 are undone immediately by octavia’s sobs, the hysterical way she struggles to catch her breath and her refusal to let go of the hug he'd offered turning his questioning look to venia. venia, who’s usual poise fractures in that moment, her faltering voice finally settling on monotone as she reveals their imprisonment and their supposed crime.

despite only just being discharged from the hospital he calls for a meeting. his first face-to-face with 13’s president, his first sighting of plutarch and fulvia since before the quarter quell. cinna requests @intopearls is there too, for reasons that become clear after the fire of his ire turns into an inferno, the impassioned heat in his words barely restrained.

[ from now on, they report to me. any issues, you come to me. if i’m unavailable, then address them with effie. if not us, then fulvia. plutarch. even haymitch. — if we're to work towards a common goal, then i need to know we're not going to be labelled criminals at a moment's notice. not if you want the support of our mockingjay. ]

❛ i'm sorry i dragged you into this. ❜ the words fall in the heavy silence that had dogged their steps since leaving command, enough distance put between them and coin — who, while agreeing to his terms, cinna didn't trust in the slightest — that he feels he can speak. for a moment his attention lapses to the headache throbbing with every accelerated beat of his heart, and he resists the urge to lift a trembling hand from where they're hidden in his jumpsuit's pockets to try and massage the pain away. instead, he deliberately laces his tone with a lightness he doesn't feel, glancing at effie out of the corner of his un-bandaged eye, ❛ you don't have any coffee stashed away, do you ? ❜

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the  melancholy,  of  course,  goes  unnoticed.  effie  barely  has  any  room  for  it  in  her  senses,  overwhelmed  by the  bright  lights  of  this  building  she's  been  trying  to  sneak  right  back  into  since  last  year, the  bubbling  sensation  of  excitement  &   alcohol  teetering  on  her  stomach.  the  tips  of  her  fingertips  still  feel  slightly  numb  from  over-tending  to  every  detail  on  those  tributes'  demeanor;  yes,  she's  done  the  same  for  wiress  last  year,  her  very  first  victor  that  just  wasn't  quite  hers,  but  these  are  just  as  close  to  her  heart.  they  needed  her.  either  sent  off  to  their  deaths  without  magno  stift's  assistance  or  dutifully  clad  in  his  atrocious  designs,  effie  really  couldn't  tell  what's  worse.  then  she  corrects  herself.  not  their  deaths.  district  twelve,  just  like  every  other,  has  twice  as  many  chances  of  bringing  back  a  winner  this  year.  &  against  all  logical  thoughts,  her  unmistakeable  hunch  for  a  victor  says...

a  smile  curls  her  lips  into  place,  somehow  other  than the  manufactured  pearly  rendition  of  it  she  usually  has  in  store  for  gamemakers  &  sponsors  alike.  "   oh.  i  am  simply delighted  you  think  so,  "   &  quietly  nods her  head,  eyes  fixed  on  the  television  before  them.  effie  turns  to  mags  with  a  gulp,  "   they  deserve  it  just  as  much  as  any  other  tribute,  don't  they?  i  made  sure  to  tell  my  sister  that  much  —   there  is  no  better  district  than others to  draw  when  it  comes  to  your  internship  year.  i  do  believe  it's  important  to  remember,  even  coal  can  be  turned  into  pearls.  "  &   she  means  it,  so  much  so  it  makes  her  face,  dramatically  painted  &   shaped  into  a  mask,  distort  under  that  strange  light  of  sincerity.  conviction,  even.  then  a  hint  of  something  else,  sharp  &   ambitious  gleams  in  her  eyes.  "   i  told  plutarch  he  can  call  me  if  you  find  yourself  unable  to  rely  on  magno  again.  "   it's  conspiratory  in  a  way,  whispered  with  a  hint  of  a  smile.  she'd  love  to  help.  something  tells  her  she'd  fit  right  in.  "   but  even  if  he  fails  to,  ms.  flanagan,  i  do  hope  you  remember  me.   i'd  hate  to  see  the  tributes  looking  anything  but  their  best  before  the  beginning  of  these  games.  "

"they all looked quite fine tonight. like they fit right in here." their tributes, dressed so handsomely in messalina's hand-me-downs, look almost passable as capitol residents. mags is playing nice, appearing as pleasant as they come – it's the smart thing to do under such circumstances. but even then, if effie (or anyone else, for that matter) were to search for signs of melancholy in her tone, they'd surely find it.

how bittersweet it is seeing them all dressed in good clothes, only to head off to a slaughterhouse. mags knows there's no point in voicing such thoughts, she'll refrain from doing so to avoid the trouble. in a deep sea of the usual capitol laughter and gawking, effie is a puzzling figure, with her lack of cruelty. though vanity may be one of her vices, there are far worse ways to be than absorbed in the look of things. "i'm glad that the rest of the world got to see them as they were tonight." mags would like to remember them like this too – as lovely ever in silks and satin – there's some dignity in that. even small luxuries are worth being thankful for.

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she  can  never  have  enough  words  coming  out  of  that  painted  mouth.  was  a  problem  back  in  her  valley  days,  surely  felt  like  one  to  anyone  on  the  receiving  end  of  her  endless  rants  about  anything  in  the  mornings  now.  especially  her  victors.  especially  the  ones  that  were  either  too  hungover  or  too  chronically  inept  to  life  in  society  as  two  out  of  her  three.  but  peeta  never  seemed  to  have  any  trouble  listening;  not  even  the  high  pitch  or  the  accent,  it  didn't  always  or  immediately  throw  him  off.  something  about  him  being  kind  enough  to  try  &   listen  through  all  that,  effie  was  certain.  she  loved  to  talk.  it  was  a  sweet  twist  of  fate  when  someone  agreed  to  listen.  only  some  things  she  should  probably  just  keep  to  herself,  as  usual.

effie  swallows.  acknowledges  the  way  those  lights  shine  too  brightly  above  them   &  her  wig  feels  slightly  misplaced  on  top  of  her  head.  it  causes  an  itch  on  a  perfectly  unreacheable  spot  on  her  neck.  nearly  drives  her  insane  as  she  tries  to  figure  out  what  she  had  even  said  just  now  before  she  was  able  to  help  it.  strong.  yes,  that's  what  it  was.  she  was  thinking  about  it,  slipped  out  of  her  lips  as  a  generous  sip  of  champagne  slipped  in.  long  night  that  was.  she  feels  slightly  too  old  for  parties  of  the  kind.  &  she's  well  schooled  in  the  kind  of  escort  that  keeps  reaching  them  every  forty  minutes,  gushing  over  her  darling  victor  only  to  gently  call  it  a  stroke  of  luck,  a  moment  of  lady  fortune's  kindness  that  caused  her  tributes  to  rise  victorious  instead  of  one  from  those  high-districts.  but  this  time  they  won.  she  won,  she  ponders.  no,  no,  they  won.   "  what  i  mean  is,  darling  —  you  are  stronger  than  their  victors,  even.  "  &  tucks  her  chin  slightly,  demeanor  serious  as  can  be.  "  their  muscles  won  time  after  time  all  these  years.  what  is  left  to  see  there?  "  a  huff.  "  what  you  &  katniss  did  was  different.  unique.  i'm  certain  you  could  take  one  of  those  boys  in  a  fight  any  day,  peeta,  don't  misunderstand  me  now.  but  i  mean  something  else.  something  they  could  never  have.  "

@intopearls : ❛ you're stronger than they are. you are. ❜ * not accepting !

her words take him off guard and briefly, his mask that he's been wearing around the capitol slips. her words are heavy, easily lost on the average capitol socialite that's bouncing around drunk and they contrast with her appearance. her bubble gum pink dress with blonde hair piled high, splattered with equally bubble gum pink color that makes her look like almost doll - like. every aspect of her appearance is perfectly crafted, the aesthetic of the escort of her two winning victors. and yet, blue eyes meet hers and he can see how serious she is. her normal bubbly demeanor replaced by almost a sense of urgency. the bustling around them muffles slightly as he focuses on her, trying to figure out the layer to what she's saying. is it another warning, like haymitch's in eleven, but with something more sinister ? is it a drunken slip ? his eyes scan her face for something more but she's spent years smiling and waving children to their death and he can't figure it out. so his capitol masks mirrors her as he leans in playfully, ❛ i would hope so effie, i'm a victor. ❜

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good evening my girlies you may be asking yourself have i done any writing? and the answer is maybe but most importantly i have successfully arranged the songs from hit album electra heart to perfectly fit eff eff's narrative... tomorrow? who knows...

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 ! ( a collection of sentence starters from season  1 of nbc's “ good girls ”. adjust phrasing as necessary . will be updated in the future . mature themes are present . )

specificity is good , but that's over the top .

chill , i'm like two minutes late .

alright , everybody be cool and nobody gets hurt .

do you think i could make it in L.A. ?

i don't need all that . i just want to be super famous .

you know , i'm just not really much of a church person .

maybe next time you'll take security more seriously .

oh my god , can you please just listen to me for one damn minute ?!

shame on you . shame on all of you .

move it before i shoot your face off , let's go !

you should probably get yourself a lawyer .

why is it so crazy ? i mean , it's a victimless crime .

can't you have my back on one thing , ever ?

this is me helping you not ruin your life .

damn . that was a good sell .

i should have been more careful , i panicked .

no ! i mean ... i don't know . maybe .

we're gonna rob that store .

have you lost your mind ?

we can't sit back and let everything be taken away from us .

no one's gonna fix this . we have to do it ourselves .

[ name ] ... hello ? are you okay in there ?

how did you have the money for all of this ?

i'm here to clean up a mess , [ name ] .

it's not a knock , we all have our strengths and weaknesses . you're a beautiful dummy . it doesn't make you a bad person .

this is five grand . enough for a plane ticket , and to get you started .

i guess you won't mind if i go to the cops , then . right ?

i handled it because you couldn't .

you've got a little ... on your face , kind of looks like blood .

what am i looking at right now ? WHAT am i even looking at right now ?

[ name ] , this is life or death .

i choose death . GIVE ME DEATH .

i have ... sort of a favor to ask .

it's not like you can't afford it .

what do you need that much money for ?

thank you for making me completely humiliate myself for no reason .

this is what winning feels like .

i'm gonna need you to say it with me . we are winning .

it's not like you're gonna kill me .

you don't have the guts . you're not killers .

thought you'd pull a fast one , huh ? make a quick buck ?

girls like you , you never think things through .

you've done this your whole life . you make these big messes and expect everyone else to clean it up . then you just ignore it .

you can't leave me here forever .

you are an incredible liar .

when bad things happen to good people , everyone goes crazy .

if it could happen to us , it could happen to anyone .

roll the dice . tell them to pull the trigger . see what happens .

hey , looks like we've got a survivor .

i am going the speed limit . i don't wanna get a ticket .

where does he think he's going ? boy , this is hard to watch .

if you go to the cops , so will i .

i thought we were done with this .

oh ! you'd rather just declare a kilo at customs ?

– or we could just steal it .

are you hearing yourself right now ?

do not call me crazy .

what if we get caught ?

there's always a choice .

dude , it's never gonna end . unless we end it .

i'm not gonna shoot him , i'm just gonna scare him a little !

forgive me lord jesus , i did not mean to shoot that man .

are we supposed to knock or something ?

i wanted my music for the road trip .

how long has it been bleeding like this ?

i need to take you to the hospital , i think you need stitches .

i wish everything could go back to the way it was .

i had no damn idea how good i had it until it was gone .

i know you hate me right now .

i'm sorry . i suck .

i had to do something really , really important .

what's more important than me ?

is there something you want to ask me ?

just making conversation .

you know the tradition is jordans over a phone line , right ?

be outside in two minutes or you're dead , i mean it .

it's so crazy , even saying it .

you asked for this ? you ASKED for this ?

you can't sign people up for criminal activity like it's a bake sale !

that is NOT what i meant when i said i'd do another job .

so you think you get to pick and choose what you do and when you wanna do it ?

no , i'm sorry . that is not gonna work .

what's your gut say ?

i can prove it ! i mean i can't ... but i want to .

why should i apologize ?

chill out with the cayenne .

maybe we need like , smelling salts or something .

well , i want him to not die in my house .

i am so tired of almost dying .

hey ! ... don't be mad .

you're a dead man .

shut up , just don't say anything . i will handle it .

just say you're sorry .

i wanted to do something nice , so that maybe we could start fresh .

i'm not proud of my part in everything .

oh , yeah ? what does that mean ?

[intopearls]

what does a so called ‘ rebel ’ look like ? A RECONSTRUCTION OF EFFIE'S COSTUME DESIGN IN DISTRICT THIRTEEN, INSPIRED BY DESIGNS FROM JEAN PAUL GAULTIER & VIVIENNE WESTWOOD.

PLUTARCH HEAVENSBEE  you're not a prisoner.  you're free to join the rest of thirteen. EFFIE TRINKET  not looking like this, thank you very much.

during  the  capitol  extraction,  effie  wore   ⁽   ⁰¹   ⁾   a  magenta  draped  dress,  corset,  &  matching  platform  high  heels.  a  long  flamingo  pink  wig.  skin  -  tone  thighs.  set  of  long  acrylic  nails,  painted  gold,   &  false  eyelashes  with  golden  speckles.  gold  necklace,  bracelets  &   rings  that  resemble  the  shape  of  ribbons. in her purse, she brought essentials: a different pair of heels & sunglasses.   ⮩   however,   upon  arrival,  all  clothes  &  personal  belongings  were  confiscated  by  district  thirteen  guards.

instead,  effie  is  given  the  standard  thirteen  wardrobe,   ⁽   ⁰²   ⁾   two  jumpsuits,  one  wool  jacket,  one  pair  of  combat  boots,  one  button  -  up  shirt.  the  cardigan  &   pants  she  sometimes  wears  are,  of  course,  borrowed  from  haymitch.

she  negotiates  with  plutarch  access  to  her  clothes  again  —   surely  an  old  friend  would  understand  just  how  vital  one's  clothes  are  in  a  scenario  of  such  vulnerability.  her  colleagues  from  twelve's  prep  team  were  just  now  being  kept  prisoners,  &   wasn't  it  for  her  tight  relationship  to  the  mockingjay,  effie  is  certain  she  too  would  have  a  spot  with  her  initials  on  those  dungeons.  her  identity  is  all  she  has.  it's...  her  brand  of  rebellion.  she  gets  her  belongings  back,  wrapped  in  gray  fabric,  then  casually  lays  all  of  it  ⁺   her  district  thirteen  attire  on  the  ground  of  her  cubicle  underground.  surely  she'd  be  able  to  come  up  with  something  to  resemble  even  a  shadow  of  her  past  self...     ⁽ ⁺ ⁾   

effie  is  left  with  an  assortment  of  customized  pieces  that,  with  a  little  bit  of  luck  &   an  unfathomable  level  of  creativity  should  make  up  for  a  decent  wardrobe.  her  days  in  the  valley  come  in  handy  the  moment  she  realizes  the  pieces  would  need  some  needle  work,  &   she's  able  to  remodel  those  shapeless  pieces  into  memorable  ones.     ⁽   ⁰³   ⁾   the  buttons  in  her  jacket  &   shirt  are  rearranged  to  double  breasted  designs,  on  -  par  with  the  military  theme  everyone  is  supposed  to  be  getting  on  board  with;  if  this  is  what  they  are,  rebels,  then  she  might  as  well  be  a  very  well  dressed  one.  waists  are  either  adjusted  to  better  fit  her  body  or  sintched  with  a  leather  belt,  also  borrowed,  looped  twice  around  her  waist  &   resembling  a  corset.  her  corset,  too,  at  times  worn  on  top  of  her  shirt  to  accentuate  her  sillhouette.

heels  &   gloves  are  the  sole  ode  to  color  in  her  wardrobe  now;  her  dress,  once  beautiful  layers  of  magenta,  now  torn  apart  by  those  so  called  guards  of  thirteen.   plutarch  said  it  surely  had  been  an  accident.  effie  doubts  it'd  bring  them  anything  but  joy  to  destroy  something  beautiful  for  the  sake  of  it.

still,  even  unable  to  sport  her  beautiful  gown  every  day,  confined  to  an  immensity  of  gray  days  in  that  gray  reality,  effie  tends  to  it  tirelessly  every  day  after  work  hours.  she'll  need  something  to  wear  once  the  war's  over,  after  all.  if  it  ever  is.  if  they're  ever  free.  surely  they  don't  expect  her  to  walk  into  the  future  looking anything  other  than  fabulous.  but  then,  an  occasion:  a  wedding,  something  beautiful  for  the  sake  of  it,  like  her  gown,  like  herself.  &   so  all  those  nights  of  raw  fingertips  stitching  her  beautiful  dress  back  together  seem  to  have  found  meaning,  when  she's  able  to  wear  it.  nobody  else  seems  to  mind  that  a  wedding  should  require  a  certain  dress  code,  but  effie's  never  dressed  up  for  anyone  but  herself.  her  repurposed  pink  dress,  pink  heels,  pink  blush  &   lipstick  from  the  stash  that  should  be  used  on  their  mockingjay  only   —  &   she's  ready  for  this  excuse  of  a  party.  her  hair  up  in  pin  curls;  great  aunt  messalina  said  during  wartime  capitolites  wore  their  hair  up  that way,  so  she  does  that  in  the  absense  of  her  wig.

her  everyday  beauty  routine  is  a  bore.  there's  little  effie  considers  herself  less  excited  about  than  showing  a  bare  face  to  those  people,  but  still,  in  the  absense  of  creams  &   powders  to  properly  paint  her  features,  all  she's  left  with  is  the  possibility  of  pinching  her  cheeks  to  a  pink  &  slipping  a  little  something  from  the  studio  katniss  does  most  of  her  on  -  camera  work  in.  her  priority  is  to  add  a  little  color  to  her  lips  &   cheekbones,  always,  &   if  she's  lucky  a  little  contrast  to  her  eyelashes.