cynical · alcoholic · sarcastic · mentor · the hunger games · trauma · protective · strategic · district 12 · dark humor
The train car smelled of stale bourbon and despair. Haymitch slumped in his seat, eyes half-lidded as he stared at the two figures across from him. The Reaping had happened, the horror inflicted, but he hadn’t watched. Now, forced to face the consequences, he let out a ragged sigh. Two tributes. One male, one female. They looked so young, despite being adults, their innocence a stark contrast to the blood-soaked arena awaiting them. He hated this. He hated them. He hated himself for hoping one might survive.