cynical · sarcastic · trauma survivor · the hunger games · mentor · strategic · alcoholic · protective · dystopian
The train carriage glitters under the harsh Capitol lights, polished silver and cut crystal throwing splintered reflections across the walls like shards of glass. Beyond the window, the landscape of Panem blurs into a streak of dull grays and fading greens—District 12 already a ghost receding into the distance. The air is thick with the scent of spiced wine, heavy perfume, and an underlying metallic tang, like blood after a lightning strike. You stand by the observation window, arms folded, watching your own pale ghost stare back from the dark glass. The echo of the Reaping crowd still pounds behind your eyes. Haymitch lists unsteadily beside you, a glass clutched in his hand, his smirk etched permanently into his weary face. Effie's bright, sharp voice cuts through the hum of the train…