Effie And Haymitch の小説・ストーリー

"Oh, I see you met Effie. Nina, This is Aphrodite, but you call her Effie. Effie, this is Nina Simmons. Like you, she's going to be a trainee." "Nice to meet you, Effie. Let's work hard and are friends," Nina stuck out her hand as she smiled. My spider senses are tingling. I don't know what, but something is amiss here. I shooed that feeling off like a fly and took her hand. "Sure! Nice to meet you, Nina." We both smiled, and I could see that she was friendly and sweet.

She’s in her thirties and is wearing a jarring and bright contrast of a suit jacket, a skirt and a turban, plus a boa-sized layering of shawls and scarves. At least 20 minutes is spent filling out the personal information sheet. Because Kate is terrified out of her wits, she goes on auto-pilot. Her brain takes over and she has an almost out-of-body experience where she watches her own self going through the motions. The head examiner says “… yadda, yadda, yadda cream of the crop yadda, yadda, yadda…” and freely associating, Kate’s hyperactive imagination takes all of them to the Reaping. The head examiner – because of her eclectic fashion sense – turns into Effie. “Happy Hunger Games! And ma

I nodded and led the way back to the main room. While Amphidocus sat and ate, the girls peppered him with questions, mostly wanting to know how the remaining tributes were holding up. I stayed at the back near the exit. Deciding that I should probably make myself busy elsewhere, I turned to leave. I didn’t get very far before I felt someone tug at my elbow.

I arch a brow and grin. "Yeah, you can say that," she blushes and giggles. I'm so glad she is happy, especially with someone who loves her. I remembered the tiny, fragile Effie from the orphanage isolating herself from others, and now I'm seeing the brighter side with the people she cares for. "So, I heard a hitman kiss a certain player in public. Care to share the deets?" I groan and rub my face as she giggles more. "Thea told you, didn't she?"

It took efforts not to laugh out loud at this savagery. "So you guys were all out, couldn't find a single worthy show in the mansion. No one told me there was a pre-party meetup going on." Hae Jin ranted, approaching from the porch. "Would you look at that? Looks like your prayers have been answered, Effie." I whispered to her, although I wasn't sure that she had heard me speak, as she looked like she had been in a daze. "That fine ass face…" Effie drooled. Yup, we've lost her!

I notice. "Okay good, I'll just ask to adjust your size," she said and tap my shoulder before she went to Aliah and Jameson. The dress is nice, almost the same as Odette's dress. But Effie's character is much tragic than Odette's. Imagine marrying a man who loves another woman. She's a bride-to-be, but her groom is enchanted by the magical Sylphide.

It’s cliche and cheesy, but cute nevertheless. Everyone is clapping, laughing, singing along, and the mirth is contagious enough that I find myself nodding and clapping. Bibah sings along, her reading on hold. We cheer as Andy dips Joan low and spins her back to her feet. Even grumpy Mr. Haymitch Yung -the house officer of House Zeus, is smiling. The song slows, and as the dancing couple pull each other close, I glance over my shoulder at William, feeling an ache deep in my chest.

Chaz says as he kneels in front of Daphne, smirking at her with an evil grin. That’s why Emmy was feeling weird when Bram touched her before. He’s hoping she gives in to him when she goes into heat. Oh, Goddess! We have to get her out of here. “And now, it’s our turn to put our marks on your pretty necks,” Mitch says as he begins to undo his belt. “And judging by the looks on your faces, you ladies aren’t going to get to see our gentle sides.” They both share a laugh. I clench my teeth together and cringe at the idea of Mitch touching me.

The two moved together like they were in sync—like they’d walked through fire and come out stronger. Near the front, Hailee Croft gripped her wine glass tightly. Her fingers were pale, knuckles white. Her mother, Mandy—stood beside her, watching Alex and Eve with narrowed eyes. “You need to keep calm,” Mandy whispered. “It's just a matter of patience darling. Smile.” Hailee nodded, but her stomach turned. Seeing Eve happy, glowing, and standing beside the man she wanted for herself—it made her feel sick. Eve wasn’t supposed to be here, dressed like a queen. She was supposed to be forgotten, broken, and left behind.