71st_victor | (no subject)

Every night, Johanna dreams of blood.

She dreams of it dripping and rolling over tables to the floor. She can still see her family there in the victor's house, there for long enough to scare her before they're taken away before the media can do anything about it. All because she'd said no to Snow when he'd wanted her to come to the Capitol and perform her act again -- be the snivelling, weak little girl who turns strong to please the populace. And she'd said no. Turning over in the bed, she ignores the train coming to a stop, accepting her outfit bitterly before heading to change.

She has to be a mentor now. As if the humiliations isn't enough with everyone she cares about gone, now she has to take these children from 7 (who are barely younger than her; she thinks the boy is maybe two months younger) and train them how to die. She manages to get through the first day's events, eventually drifting to the epicenter of everything in time to see the stylists and the handlers doing their work.

Rolling her eyes, she catches sight of Effie Trinket, huffing to herself with some form of pity. Johanna might really fucking hate the Capitol, but at least she's not stuck with the trainwreck that's 12, most days. That's a curse that no one should have to bear, though Johanna doesn't exactly mind Haymitch. For a victor, he knows the good stuff when it comes to drinks and Johanna has a feeling she'll want to indulge in that plenty over the coming days.

Threaded | Flat

Effie hasn't had a Victor, ever. Haymitch was before her time. Still, she didn't fault the other districts and the champions they produced. For one, Effie didn't really hold grudges - an important trait when it came to having to deal with Haymitch every year. For another, she loved the drama of the games. It was all terribly tragic, of course, but it was also a necessary evil - and those that survived got the sort of fame that everyone else in the Capitol was clamoring over. Quite honestly, if it came to killing for fame and fortune, Effie wouldn't be able to count the amount of people she knew on her fingers who would sign up for the chance.

She hadn't really spoken much to Johanna, because Johanna wasn't all that sociable. But that didn't stop Effie, naturally. "Don't you look marvellous, Johanna," she exclaimed. She wondered vaguely where the District 7 escort was, but Johanna was probably just as skilled at avoiding hers as Haymitch was at avoiding his (where was he?).