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the fatal flaw of fleur and katniss.

THE MOCKINGJAY
Fifteen | The Fatal Flaw of Fleur and Katniss
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"WE WANT YOU TO MAKE A TRIBUTE VIDEO FOR YOUR SISTER."

Fleur stares at Plutarch, her brow quirked, "I'm sorry?"

Plutarch leans forward in his seat, clasping his hands together, "We're doing a series of propos called We Remember. Each one will feature a dead tribute like Rue and Mags. The goal is to target each District with a personal piece."

"So, you want me to speak on my sister to touch the soul of District One?" Fleur asks.

"Your story is unique. Aside from Cashmere and Gloss, we haven't had family members mentor one another. All we'd ask is you talk about what was going through your head when your sister volunteered. How you felt when she died. We especially want you to talk about how it impacts your relationship with Katniss."

"Why don't you write the script?" Fleur says, flippantly as she leans back in her seat, "Unlike Katniss, I can do scripted work."

"Honestly, we think it would be better coming from you," Plutarch states, "You have a way with words."

Fleur chuckles, "Do I?"

"Of course, we'd never demand anything of you, but we really believe-"

"It will help the rebellion," Fleur interjects raising a brow and Plutarch chuckles and nods his head.

"I suppose you've been around me enough to know exactly what I'm going to say," Plutarch responds.

"Yeah," Fleur says curtly. She sighs, "When would you want to do the propo?"

"Coin wants to start them today," Plutarch informs her, and Fleur nods her head.

"Then I suppose we should get to work."

Plutarch leads her to the room where Katniss had filmed her stiff Mockingjay propo. Fleur walks over to the stage. She looks forward at the booth and finds that she can't see inside of it. She remembers the tech effects they put on Katniss and knows that she doesn't want that. If she's going to talk about Glimmer, she wants the focus to be on her and her words. Not anything else.

Effie comes in holding a small box and Fleur looks at her curiously. The woman offers her a warm smile.

"Hello Fleur."

"Hi," Fleur greets.

"Now I know you're naturally beautiful, but we can cover up that bruise on your nose," Effie suggests. Fleur thinks about every moment she's spent in the remake center, how they forced her to hide anything that would detract from her beauty to make her more desirable. She's not Fleur the Victor anymore. She doesn't need to sell herself. She doesn't need to hide her flaws.

"Actually," Fleur says softly, "I'm comfortable with the bruise."

"Are you sure?" Effie asks.

Fleur nods her head, "I want them to see the real me."

Effie looks at Fleur and smiles as she closes her box, "Very well. And in my personal opinion, you never needed all that makeup anyway."

Fleur looks down bashfully at the remark as Effie takes a step back.

"Plutarch?" Fleur says.

"Yes?" his voice comes through the speakers.

"Could we do this with no effects? Just me and maybe a chair?" Fleur asks. There's a silence and she assumes that he's consulting someone about the requests. A second later, a chair is being brought over to the stage for Fleur. She takes it and takes a seat in it.