After a rather awkward awakening between me and my new roommates I began to show them what I usually did. Wiress took to origami almost instantly. I showed her the basics and left her alone, it didn't seem like she needed help. Johanna, on the other hand, was a little resistant on doing anything that didn't involve breaking out.

"Look Johanna. Don't you think I want to get out too? But there is nothing we can do until we get a better grasp on the situation at hand. There is probably already some kind of plan on going on to rescue us. But we won't be able to get rescued if we're dead. So I want you to get your head out of your ass. No doubt there will be cameras and microphones place around the room by tomorrow. If you want to live you have to get a better attitude and act dumb." I whisper harshly as I look over her shoulder to make sure that Wiress was still working with the origami. The last thing I need right now is another fit from Wiress.

"I can't just sit here and do nothing Effie." Johanna admits quietly.

"Well what do you like to do?" I ask as I try to rack my mind for things I know about Johanna.

"I like doing you. Do you think we could make that happen?" Johanna smiles widely but the smile doesn't meet her eyes.

I spare her a speech and just give her a look, "How about writing? Or you could draw." I suggest with a smile.

"Fine" Is the only response I receive as she walks back towards the table to gather her supplies. I follow Johanna and give her a note pad just in case she decided to change her mind. After retrieving my book from the table I return to the book to finish my book that I was half way finished with.

Before I knew it I was finishing the book and an hour had passed already. I take notice to the small creatures that litter the area around Wiress's work area. Johanna was concentrating on the paper in front of her. Her tongue was slightly sticking out as she shaded something on the paper.

"Done." Wiress says as she turns around to stare at me with her deep brown eyes.

"I see that." I comment sweetly as I move off the bed to become closer to her, "You're practically an expert now. Aren't you?" Surprisingly enough I receive a small smile and blush from Wiress.

I watch as she picks up a pink flower and passes it to me, "I made… you." Her blush deepens on her face as she hands the green flower towards Johanna, "For you." I watch as Johanna stares at the flower after she put down her pen.

"It's very beautiful Wiress, thank you." Johanna offers her a real smile as she places her flower on her writing.

"What to do next?" I ask even though I already have a schedule.

"Story." Wiress states as she sit on the bed.

"That sounds like fun." Johanna says sarcastically, "Can the story have a princess in it?" She asks obnoxiously.

"Real story- about each other." Wiress strings together with a smile on her face. I want to know what happened to this woman that would cause her to have so much to trouble focusing. It couldn't have just been the Games. Could it?

"I want the story to be about you and Haymitch. How about that time he showed up for your birthday?" Johanna offers as she sits next to Wiress.

"I don't know abo-

"Yes. I like." Wiress comments with a nod of approval.

"Sure, why not." I murmur under my breath as I join them on the bed but facing them. "It was two years ago…"

Effie's Previous Birthday

Haymitch had surprised me and had shown up for my birthday. He arrived at my apartment around lunch with some flowers and a tale of already being in the city so he decided to drop by. Since I didn't have any plans for the day I decided to spend the day with my usually unruly somewhat charge. Astonishingly he had been on his best behavior; that is until dinner.

"So how old are you? 37?" Haymitch asks in a surprisingly not slurred tone.

"Manners Haymitch! It is not polite to ask a woman her age." Why is he such an ass hat? I mean does he always have to be so mean to me?

"So you're older than 37?" Now I think he's having fun with me because a small smile is tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"If you must know I'm not even 30 yet." I say as I look at him straight in the eye.

"Who the hell knows with all that god awful makeup on your face?" He stares at me with frown, "Just take it off."

"Right now?" I question with a smile. What a silly thought, take off my makeup.

"And while you're at that wig too." He states as he takes a sip from the wine in front of him.

"I quite like the way I look Hay-

"Well I don't, you look like someone from the Capitol." He declares.

"Of course I do! I am from the Capitol!" I cry indignantly.

"But you could be so much more. You are so much more." He shouts angrily. "I have seen you cry rivers when our tributes die. You don't give up; you keep on hoping that the next year will be better. All the rest escorts simply brush off their tributes, but not you." He takes his hand and grasps my chin in a firm yet gentle grasp. With his under hand he reaches in to pocket to obtain his handkerchief. "Come on princess; let me see what's under that Capitol mask of yours." Haymitch's hand moves from under my chin to caress my check. My eyes flutter close as I bask in the warmth that was coming from him being so close to me.

"Do you promise not to laugh?" I ask timidly as avoid looking at him.

"You have nothing to worry about." He reassures me as he raises his handkerchief to my face and begins to wipe away the makeup. I close my eyes and try to register what I was feeling. To try and figure out why I was trembling and reveling in the Haymitch's touch.

"Almost done Princess, just one more thing left." He lifts his hand to my wig and began to take out all the pins and carefully places it on the table. There was a long silence that wrecked my nerves to no end. Slowly I open my eyes to see that Haymitch was staring at me with his mouth ajar.

I let out a humiliated cry and run towards my bedroom. Before reaching the door I feel a pair of hands grasp my waist and spin me around.

"Leave. Let. Me. Go!" Each word was a punch to the chest. I would have continued if he hadn't grabbed my hands and held them on his chest.

"Effie. You look-

"I know. Hideous. You don't need to tell me something I already know." I snarl.

"Princess, you look beautiful."

End of Memory

There a certain air of awkwardness after I finished my story. Not a bad awkward, but just the kind where you don't know where to go now that you're done. All three of us stay quiet not sure about what to do next.

"Let me tell you about Beetee."

That's where I'm ending it this time. Next chapter might bring in Enobaria and Annie. When I ever do bring them in they'll be brought together. Also it's going to be difficult with Wiress telling a story but I'm for the challenge. Until next time.