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[Dec. 31] [The Hunger Games] Rainbow Ball
Title: Rainbow Ball
Day/Theme: Dec. 31, 2012 "all dressed in radiant colors"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Haymitch, Johanna, Cecelia, Mags, Wiress, Beetee, etc. (victors at a party)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: And that's December! Well, that was fun. And this feels like a fitting subject to end the year on.
For sheer visual intensity, no one's display can match the Capitol's, but the victors, dressed and decorated by the Capitol's best, are a part of that, perhaps the flashiest. The theme of this party is the colors of the rainbow. Some of the younger, wilder party-goers will interpret this in all kinds of ways that involve swapping clothes to achieve a rainbow effect and drinking every shade of alcohol available, but as far as the victors' costumes go, this means that each one arrives dressed in an outfit showing one particular color.
President Snow alone will be all in white.
Several reds gather, smiling, around a table, to compare their color-coordinated finery. Haymitch's tie, remaining only partially tied at this point, shows what Clover thinks is a lovely gradient in a sort of sunburst design, but is actually a wine stain. Chaff laughs loudly at the idea of such a slip-up adding to Haymitch's appearance. "Only at a Capitol party!"
The match of each of the mentoring teams is out there in another color, but Haymitch has no partner. He is red- crimson and poppy and, unexpectedly, wine- and there is no other color here meant to set his off.
Blight is in orange and Johanna thinks it looks hideous and makes her leafy green mini-dress look even more hideous alongside him. "That's it," she says, "I'm going in search of better scenery." Blight doesn't begrudge her it. He'll turn his attention instead to Chrissie Warp and Honey Cress, the other oranges, who are comparing the decorative clutch purses foisted upon them by their stylists, too small to hold more than tube of lipstick and a few pills.
Johanna finds "greener pastures" in Finnick, who's barely wearing anything, but does happen to be in green with leaves in his hair.
Holland's shirt is the golden yellow of grain and his vest is of a more rusted sort. In a buttercup color, Poppy looks even more sickly than usual. It's the morphling, of course. It's not as if her counterpart looks any less strange in his blue, and neither of them are content sticking to a single color.
"Should I stop her?" Holland asks Seeder awkwardly. Poppy is sitting to his left using different colored jams to paint petals on her sleeves. No one is to her direct right, so it's him or no one.
"Leave her be, dear," Seeder says.
Enobaria's green seems to set off her gold, but she considers it a design strength of gold that it seems to look lovely alongside any other color. The garment seems almost too soft and dainty to match her image.
It's silk, Cecelia knows, and fights the urge to reach out and touch it. Her own dress is more modest, but also less luscious, a patchwork of soft, minty greens. It's a color that reminds of her of nurseries and small children and the tiny bit of happiness she has seized onto and embroidered richly upon, making something all her own.
Mags, at her age, is hardly considered a popular victor. However, she's not quite the sort they would rather ignore either , because she is a skilled mentor- after all, she guided their darling Finnick- and while she is old and it shows, she never gave herself up to drink or drugs, so her mind remains in sharp condition. It's because of the younger victors she's attached to that she has a place at this party. The stylists never know what to do with her. She requests something in the green-blue of the sea and they give it to her.
Wiress is indigo. Her dress is made stiff with wires. The stylist never tires of them, using thin metal to create endless shapes and structures for sleeves and gowns and hair and headpieces. But wires that aren't working- aren't directing, conducting- aren't serving their purpose and, just like Wiress at these gatherings, aren't things happier when they serve their intended purpose?
The color, Wiress likes though. It's so deep. It gets her thinking about the spectrum of visible light and makes Beetee, in yellow, look brilliant beside her. He understands her. He puts her at ease. They talk about ultraviolet.
Gloss, in violet, sprawls across the lap of a paying customer, batting his eyelids, painted equally purple, up at her. Cashmere, in her brilliant blue, disguises her feelings about the matter, and tries to keep from looking at him, gazing into her fizzy, lavender drink instead. Gloss, of course, is made up so flamboyantly. Lyme is in violet too, but a paler, understated sort. The same holds true for old, shriveled Shy. However they have been made up- to suit whatever image- they are whatever the Capitol wants them to be. The Capitol's radiant roses, in every imaginable lab-made color.
Day/Theme: Dec. 31, 2012 "all dressed in radiant colors"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Haymitch, Johanna, Cecelia, Mags, Wiress, Beetee, etc. (victors at a party)
Rating: PG
Author's comment: And that's December! Well, that was fun. And this feels like a fitting subject to end the year on.
For sheer visual intensity, no one's display can match the Capitol's, but the victors, dressed and decorated by the Capitol's best, are a part of that, perhaps the flashiest. The theme of this party is the colors of the rainbow. Some of the younger, wilder party-goers will interpret this in all kinds of ways that involve swapping clothes to achieve a rainbow effect and drinking every shade of alcohol available, but as far as the victors' costumes go, this means that each one arrives dressed in an outfit showing one particular color.
President Snow alone will be all in white.
Several reds gather, smiling, around a table, to compare their color-coordinated finery. Haymitch's tie, remaining only partially tied at this point, shows what Clover thinks is a lovely gradient in a sort of sunburst design, but is actually a wine stain. Chaff laughs loudly at the idea of such a slip-up adding to Haymitch's appearance. "Only at a Capitol party!"
The match of each of the mentoring teams is out there in another color, but Haymitch has no partner. He is red- crimson and poppy and, unexpectedly, wine- and there is no other color here meant to set his off.
Blight is in orange and Johanna thinks it looks hideous and makes her leafy green mini-dress look even more hideous alongside him. "That's it," she says, "I'm going in search of better scenery." Blight doesn't begrudge her it. He'll turn his attention instead to Chrissie Warp and Honey Cress, the other oranges, who are comparing the decorative clutch purses foisted upon them by their stylists, too small to hold more than tube of lipstick and a few pills.
Johanna finds "greener pastures" in Finnick, who's barely wearing anything, but does happen to be in green with leaves in his hair.
Holland's shirt is the golden yellow of grain and his vest is of a more rusted sort. In a buttercup color, Poppy looks even more sickly than usual. It's the morphling, of course. It's not as if her counterpart looks any less strange in his blue, and neither of them are content sticking to a single color.
"Should I stop her?" Holland asks Seeder awkwardly. Poppy is sitting to his left using different colored jams to paint petals on her sleeves. No one is to her direct right, so it's him or no one.
"Leave her be, dear," Seeder says.
Enobaria's green seems to set off her gold, but she considers it a design strength of gold that it seems to look lovely alongside any other color. The garment seems almost too soft and dainty to match her image.
It's silk, Cecelia knows, and fights the urge to reach out and touch it. Her own dress is more modest, but also less luscious, a patchwork of soft, minty greens. It's a color that reminds of her of nurseries and small children and the tiny bit of happiness she has seized onto and embroidered richly upon, making something all her own.
Mags, at her age, is hardly considered a popular victor. However, she's not quite the sort they would rather ignore either , because she is a skilled mentor- after all, she guided their darling Finnick- and while she is old and it shows, she never gave herself up to drink or drugs, so her mind remains in sharp condition. It's because of the younger victors she's attached to that she has a place at this party. The stylists never know what to do with her. She requests something in the green-blue of the sea and they give it to her.
Wiress is indigo. Her dress is made stiff with wires. The stylist never tires of them, using thin metal to create endless shapes and structures for sleeves and gowns and hair and headpieces. But wires that aren't working- aren't directing, conducting- aren't serving their purpose and, just like Wiress at these gatherings, aren't things happier when they serve their intended purpose?
The color, Wiress likes though. It's so deep. It gets her thinking about the spectrum of visible light and makes Beetee, in yellow, look brilliant beside her. He understands her. He puts her at ease. They talk about ultraviolet.
Gloss, in violet, sprawls across the lap of a paying customer, batting his eyelids, painted equally purple, up at her. Cashmere, in her brilliant blue, disguises her feelings about the matter, and tries to keep from looking at him, gazing into her fizzy, lavender drink instead. Gloss, of course, is made up so flamboyantly. Lyme is in violet too, but a paler, understated sort. The same holds true for old, shriveled Shy. However they have been made up- to suit whatever image- they are whatever the Capitol wants them to be. The Capitol's radiant roses, in every imaginable lab-made color.