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[Mar. 5] [The Hunger Games] (Never was a) Smooth Talker
Title: (Never was a) Smooth Talker
Day/Theme: March 5, 2013 "a simile committing suicide"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, OCs
Rating: PG
"That was some speech," Jack Umber says. I don't know if this is his way of congratulating me or he's just kidding around. …His way of congratulating me would probably include kidding around.
"She wrote it herself based on the outline I gave her." Apple sounds very proud of me. I suppose it's related to how surprised she was that I actually agreed to write some of my own lines. For all of the Victory Tour until this point, I just let them feed the meat of the speeches to me. Even considering it was exhausting.
And then it hits me. Jack can tell the difference. After all my canned dialogue from 12 to 1, he knows I've addressed these Capitol people in basically my own words. My nervous embarrassment probably shows in my tense smile.
"Oh, yes," he agrees with Apple, looking at me, all bright-eyed and (mock?) sincere, "No one can mangle a sentence like Miss Gaudet."
…This is the part where I haul off and slug him, right?
…Right?
He stands up and towers over me. He stretches out his hand. "You dance in Four, don't you?"
I think I honestly tremble a little (why? is he scary?). I feel it run through my body. The gold-colored underside of my skirt flutters against my legs.
"Do you," he leans over slightly, "Want to dance with me?"
"Uh-uh," I gasp out.
"Well," he turns to Apple, "How about you?"
Day/Theme: March 5, 2013 "a simile committing suicide"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, OCs
Rating: PG
"That was some speech," Jack Umber says. I don't know if this is his way of congratulating me or he's just kidding around. …His way of congratulating me would probably include kidding around.
"She wrote it herself based on the outline I gave her." Apple sounds very proud of me. I suppose it's related to how surprised she was that I actually agreed to write some of my own lines. For all of the Victory Tour until this point, I just let them feed the meat of the speeches to me. Even considering it was exhausting.
And then it hits me. Jack can tell the difference. After all my canned dialogue from 12 to 1, he knows I've addressed these Capitol people in basically my own words. My nervous embarrassment probably shows in my tense smile.
"Oh, yes," he agrees with Apple, looking at me, all bright-eyed and (mock?) sincere, "No one can mangle a sentence like Miss Gaudet."
…This is the part where I haul off and slug him, right?
…Right?
He stands up and towers over me. He stretches out his hand. "You dance in Four, don't you?"
I think I honestly tremble a little (why? is he scary?). I feel it run through my body. The gold-colored underside of my skirt flutters against my legs.
"Do you," he leans over slightly, "Want to dance with me?"
"Uh-uh," I gasp out.
"Well," he turns to Apple, "How about you?"