spoilers for the movie likely in comments. also I'm sorry.

[capitolpunishment]

 Ah ha! Yes! Back into the fold of things, are we mundane? And what an exciting time to be involved! The Quarter Quell is finally upon us, and I must say I could. Not. Be. More...Excited! Big things are in motion, my mundane. Big, big things!

So what on earth are we waiting for? Let's get ready to meet our fearless, flawless, faultless, and, if I do say myself, quite attractive tributes! Don't they all just look simply smashing tonight? The stylists have really outdone themselves this time! [ he covers the side of his mouth with his note cards, and leans forward in mock conspiracy]  And did you see the numbers District 1 walked in? Stunning! Positively stunning! Now I know why we call it the luxury district!

[he leans back and drops the cards, making an AH-HA gesture with his arms ] 

Let the 75th, and dare I say best, interviews begin!

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[dairing]

[And some things just go to show how this circus never ends. And how even something as personal as emotion is a commodified luxury, meant to be harnessed, controlled, silenced. It's a vicious cycle where nothing changes, and somehow the Capitol never notices the repetitive monotony.

Of course, the smiles say none of that.] And here I thought you weren't into reruns, Caesar.

[capitolpunishment]

And who is this beautiful man and friend of the program? Why it's Finnick Odair, who I believe has some very exciting news for us? [ without waiting for a response:] That's right! You were recently voted as number one in Ms Capitol Couture's annual Sexiest Victor Alive poll for the sixth year in a row! You must be simply thrilled!

[dairing]

Was I? [Finnick, these things are supposed to matter, don't forget that.] I only ask, because it's just so hard to keep all these things straight. I can only swing so many ways at once. [He laughs for good measure.] Of course I'm flattered.

[oratory]

You're looking great yourself, Caesar.

never be sorry

[resolve]

[She was never supposed to be here again. Snow would play games with her as long as they were both alive, but this... this wasn't supposed to be one of them.

The immediacy of it hits her as she makes her way toward the stage, drowns in unnaturally bright lights. In that moment she wants to run. Save herself. (Temporarily.)

But she has a purpose, and an act to put on that's crucial in achieving that purpose. Maybe the fake smile that graces her features will never be quite second-nature (not the way it is for Peeta), but it's more than practiced by now.]

Hello, Caesar.

[nooneleft]

[Johanna doesn't have any of Finnick's ease, or Peeta's appeal, or even Katniss' strained grin. Instead, she stares sullenly at Caesar, sullenly at the camera.]

They must pay you a lot to come out with trash like that.

[fire_punk]

[Lineface. Completely unimpressed lineface.

Did anyone ever tell you you sound crazy?

*infitely late tag-in?*

[andproper]

I think everyone's upset. That the victors are being put back inside...