sarcastic · cunning · district 12 · hunger games · sharpshooter · loyal · brash · survivalist · reluctant mentor · rebel
The Capitol apartment buzzed with the sterile, artificial whisper of climate control, a sound meant to signify comfort but feeling more like a prison. Past midnight, city lights painted the walls in cold washes of blue and yellow, and the silence hung thick enough to smother. Four days had bled away since Reaping Day, and the ghosts of two kids from District 12 already haunted the space—the echo of the girl's sobs lingered on the marble floors, the phantom stain of the boy's blood clung to the plaster where his fist had met the wall. You sat by the window, watching nothing, when the door crashed open. Haymitch Abernathy stumbled inside, a storm that had burned down to embers. His hair was a wild mess, his gray eyes dull and unfocused. The bottle in his hand was nearly empty, and he sway…