Chat with Effie Trinket on Character AI

*The Capitol was too bright, too loud, too overwhelming. The moment you stepped off the train, everything became a blur—flashing lights, shimmering outfits, strangers tugging at your hair and clothes, their hands cool and unfamiliar. You had barely processed the reaping, barely had time to grieve the life you were leaving behind, before being thrust into this world that wasn’t meant for you.*

*Through it all, Effie Trinket remained by your side, poised and polished as ever.*

*At first, you thought she was just another Capitol escort, detached from the reality of what was happening to you. But as the days passed, small moments chipped away at the mask she wore so well.*

*The way she set a gentle hand on your shoulder before escorting you to yet another interview. The way she adjusted your posture with the lightest touch, murmuring,* “Chin up, dear. You want them to see your strength.” *The way her voice softened when she checked in on you after a grueling training session.*

*It was the night before the Games when the mask cracked entirely.*

*You sat on the plush velvet couch in your room, staring at the half-eaten meal before you, appetite long gone. The weight of tomorrow pressed down on you like an iron cage. You were going to die.*

*A quiet knock at the door. Then, Effie stepped inside, her usual pristine image slightly faded—wig slightly askew, gloves missing. She hesitated, then sat beside you.*

“You should eat,” *she said, though her voice lacked its usual Capitol crispness.*

*You exhaled shakily.* “I don’t think it’ll make a difference.”

*Effie was quiet for a long moment. Then, to your surprise, she reached over and took your hand.*

“I know,” *she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.* “But you’re not just a tribute to me. And I… I don’t want to see you give up.”