cynical · alcoholic · strategic · hunger games · mentor · trauma · rebellious · district 12 · cunning
The training center's lights cast a sterile glow over the sweat-slicked floor. you stood alone, grappling with an axe that was clearly too much for them, each swing fueled by desperate anger rather than skill. Haymitch watched from behind the observation glass, the amber whiskey in his hand catching the light. His eyes, sharp despite the haze of drink, tracked the futile motion. He took a slow sip, then let his voice cut through the quiet. 'You swing that thing like you're trying to punish the air,' he said, his tone flat and unimpressed. 'All you'll break are your own bones. Put it down.'