Hello, my name is MajorDover and I am a writer. I mostly like to do comedic writings but I sometimes get in the mood for adventure, drama or romance if the inspiration is there. Lucky for me the dynamic between Haymitch and Effie is all of these, which is why I fell in the love the idea of these two, especially after seeing the last movie. My mother did not sign for that feels trip let me tell you. Whew, cried an ugly cry that day. Anyways this is the part where I explain I do not own any of the contents of the Hunger Games series nor am I affliated with the author or her works. As an author said one time" I dont own the sandbox im just playing in it with everyone else"

This story is pretty much centered in the movie universe not the books, which comes into play in the later chapters. Please read and review and tell me what you think.

And please if your interested check out my other stories!

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Dear Ms. Effie Eweln Trinket,

We are pleased to inform you that we have read over your application for district mentor and have approved you. As you know this is a rewarding and exciting experience in which you will select tributes, and co- mentor. The escort has been an important part of the hunger games and several have gone on to become some of the best and brightest Capital citizens.

As you aware, all freshman escorts will start ranks at lower districts and will work their way up to the inner district's, as deemed worthy by the capitol. Due to the nature of this job, we strongly advise you to be an outstanding citizen of Panem and as a bright reflection of the Capital, as you are representing it and our beloved President.

Attached is a list of rules and regulation all escorts MUST abide by, if an infraction occurs consequences will be dealt as per the depth of the infraction. The bottom of this letter is a list of the current escorts, and the district you have been placed.

Congratulations on this wonderful opportunity and may the odds be ever in your districts favor.

Panem Today

Panem Tomorrow

Panem Forever

Best Regards,

President, Cornelius Snow

Head Game-Maker, Zis Bree

Escort Supervisor, Marelius Mange

Head Peace-Keeper, Keenedy Rupart

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DISTRICT 12*

Effie Trinket

DISTRICT 11

Dante Inferno

DISTRICT 10

Caterina Huy

DISTRICT 9

Cavan Fox

DISTRICT 8

Elecktra Queen

DISTRICT 7

Opelius Mojink

DISTRICT 6

Xerxes Ceasur

DISTRICT 5

Vho Weex

DISTRICT 4

Summir Aner

DISTRICT 3

Trixie Zaz

DISTRICT 2

Gem Harps

DISTRICT 1

Nublin Niss

*- Your Placement

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Effie Trinket all but fainted when she tore open the silver envelope, hands eager as they tore the thin paper to reveal what she had been waiting for, for months. She re- read the letter over again, taking in the words, savoring the pride she would feel when she told everyone. How long had she waited for her name to even be considered? Too long, she thought as she gently placed the letter delicately on her table, as if it were made of glass.

A mere 20 year old girl was selected to be a district escort! How jealous her friends would be, jealous of the fame and off all the couture fashions she would be showered with. It wasn't a secret that all escorts had the best job perks, of course, the inner district escorts had better, well, everything, but she had start somewhere, she thought happily.

Sure, district twelve wasn't a dream district for an escort, but Effie was young, she had plenty of time to work her way up to the inner districts. She remembered how Vho Weex started out in District 11 and had worked his way up to 5 in no time. Effie was sure the Capitol would be impressed with how she would handle the outlying District 12. She would bring glam and spunk to the people, by the time she was done, they would but be begging for her to return. After all, it was such an honor to be selected for games, she never understood why they looked so mournful on Reaping Day.

Effie had an enormous amount to accomplish before Reaping Day, she had to select an outfit of course, and order a new wig, she wanted to look her best and make a impressive first impression. She needn't read the rules for escorts, she memorized them the day she decided she wanted to be one. Effie had only been 10 when she told her mom her dream. Her mother helped coach her into what the Capitol deemed "escort worthy". She practiced manners everyday with her, put her in the finest boarding schools, had doctors from all over mold her into the woman the Capitol would notice.

Effie remembered the first time she noticed a wrinkle, she was eighteen, and ran screaming into her mothers arms. Escorts had to be beautiful, flawless, how could she be those with premature wrinkles. She remembered her mother lovingly stroked her hair, and tell her it was going to be all right. That same night a plastic surgeon had arrived and injected Effie with her first Botox treatment.

She smiled happily at the memory, her mother was always so caring and concerned for her daughters future. She was the reason Effie got through all of this, the process of even being considered for an escort position was grueling. Her mother had sent letters everywhere, showed Effie off in every way possible, highlighted her best assets and helped her catch the attention of the President.

They only had to wait for a position to open, and when it did, Effie had pounced on the opportunity sending in her application, along with recommendations from some the top people in the Capitol. It had been an anxious few months, but today it had all paid off. She knew her mother would be delighted as soon as she heard the news.

Effie left her thoughts as she heard a soft knock on her door, she skimpered to the sound of the knock, her heels clicking in rhythm as she grabbed the gold laden handle to let in the knocker. She squeled with delight as a pair of arms engulfed her in a warm hug.

"Father" she said pressing her head into the crook of his neck, letting her arms fall around him,responding to the hug.

"I've heard about the good news" he said placing Effie at arms length, smiling warmly down at her, "The President himself, came down to the floor to wish me congradulations about my daughters recruitment into the Hunger Games"

Effie covered her mouth, "Did he really, oh my, that's so wonderful"

Her father insisted they celebrate all day, pouring wine as she put on an overcoat to head out into the center square. She wore her best shoes and glossiest wig, her father merrily humming to himself, telling what ever housekeepers would listen that his daughter was going to be a star.

Her father continued to speak her praises long into the day, as they dined at her favorite restaraunt on the east side of the Capitol. Effie loved soaking up the compliments, even a few passerbys why knew their family, stopped by to say their kind words. She shook their hands as her dad scooted them along their way.

"Well, my dear" he said with an air of humor, "You already have some adoring fans"

Effie gave a small laugh, carefully sipping her wine, "News must travel fast"

"Maybe thats because she has a father who likes to brag about his family" a high voice rang out, causing the two to turn their heads.

The voice belonged to a tall, pale woman, a bright red wig sat on her head, curls framing her face, light blue eyes twinkled, a smile playing on her lips.

"Ivanka" he said warmly, raising from his seat to press a kiss on her cheek, then on the lips.

"Trudence" she replied to him, playfully patting his clean shaven face, "I heard you're going around town, just bragging our Effie up"

She embraced Effie, kissing her on both cheeks, "Hello, my dear gem"

He pulled out a chair, letting her sit down, he helped her pull of her long jacket and place it on the post beside them. Trudence then settled back into his chair and beamed from his wife to his daughter.

"Of course I have, this is an important day, the start of our Effie becoming the darling of the Capitol, once he sees how she does in District 12, it's only a matter of time before she moves up the ranks, I'm hoping for district 5 in the next few years, I hear the mentor there is getting too old for the Presidents liking" he said excitedly.

"Don't get ahead of yourself now Trudence, she hasn't even had her first games" she said accepting a drink from a nearby waiter, who was cloaked in a bright purple suit.

"Still", he insisted "Effie is going to be a hit with those poor district 12 children, she will bring life to them, finally get them excited to be part of this glorious event"

Ivanka let out a gentle titter of a laugh, "I hope so, that district hasn't had a winner in a very long time, maybe Effie will inspire them to want to become victors"

Effie smiled wide at her mom, she always understood how Effie worked, how she wanted to be percieved, she wanted to be an inspiration as well as an escort.

Her father scratched his chin in thought, "Isn't there only one living victor in the district, some sort of drunkhard I heard"

"He's a complete disgrace to 12, apparently he lives like a dog and smells of one too" Ivanka said in disgust, "He's a sad excuse for a mentor"

Effie had heard of rumors of the mentor from District 12 for years, caught a few glimpses of him on television, always holding a bottle of alcohol.

"Have to make it a bright side Effie" Trudence said bracingly, cutting Effie from her thoughts, "When President Snow sees you rise above the drawbacks of 12, he will know you are worthy of better districts"

"Be polite and gracious Effie, you will shine on the district like the gem you are" Ivanka added, toasting her husbad in honor of their daughter.

Effie accepted the toast, clinking their glasses together and draining the last of their wine, enjoying each others company for a few more hours, laughing at small things and placing mock bets on who would have the best tributes this year. Talking of the many outfits Effie ould have to purchase and how lovely it would be to hear her on television.

The sun dipped low in the sky, as the father and mother kissed their daughter goodnight, she watched them sashay into the distance, making their way to their small mansion in the west square. How Effie loved them, she placed a hand on her heart and let in a deep breath. Her emotions were overwhelming her, she wiped away a tear of happiness as she turned the opposite direction in the way of her apartment.

She immediatly took off her shoes as she stepped in her door, she would never admit it but her feet grew wary of the high heels she always wore , however, when you lived in the Capitol you always had to look your best.

The lights flickered on she stepped down the stairs, the sensors on floor picking up on human movement, it immediately drew the curtains open to reveal a beautiful view of the lights of the Capitol. The fireplace sparked a new fire and the housekeepers greeted Effie in usual fashion taking her coat and laying out her clothes for tomorrow.

Effie glided to the bathroom, as she looked into the mirror she saw herself, face full of makeup and a towering glittery blonde wig. She looked beautiful, she thought, always perfect, as she was raised to be. She carefully took of the wig letting it fall gently on the floor. Sometimes it made her scalp itch and red, but it was worth it.

She slipped off the hair cap, her natural hair falling to her shoulders, strands of light blonde framed her face. Her mother always said she should cut in short so it wouldn't interfere with her wigs. Every time Effie took out a pair of scissors to do it, she would balk and put them away. She could never pinpoint why she couldn't do it. Maybe it was because deep down she liked to keep a natural look underneath it all, but natural was considered ugly in the Capital.

Natural face, natural hair, normal clothing, all considered ugly. Not that Effie minded wearing high heels and wigs and fancy clothes, on the contrary she loved it. As her mother would say, "We never want to look less than our best". Yes, image was everything in the Capitol, along with wealth, would they showed off rather exuberantly.

She slipped on a silk robe, little intricate flowers beaded into it, she snuck past the housekeepers, and entered her room, happy to be able to lay in bed, taking in the plush pillows, she fell into the sheets.

She turned on the television, Ceaser Flickermans voice boomed out, talking loudly about the weather and about how close the Reaping Day was approaching. Another reporter was beside him, adding that sponsors needed to sign up before the deadline. How exciting, she thought, pulling the covers over her, that the games were only approaching in few months time.

Effie rubbed her eyes, feeling the slight burn of the makeup smearing, she took a towel and wiped her eyes clean and lips. She didn't know what happened next as she felt her eyelids droop and her breathing became shallow, it only seemed minutes had passed when the sun peeked through the blinds, signaling another day.