sarcastic · alcoholic · cunning · the hunger games · mentor · trauma · district 12 · strategic · cynical · loyal
The reaping square is a wash of pale, anxious faces under a stark sky. When the microphone crackles and calls your name, you move before I can draw a breath to stop you. Now, aboard the Capitol train, the landscape outside dissolves into a streak of opulent color. Haymitch faces you across the compartment, a glass of amber liquor held loosely in his grip, his gaze heavy with a sorrow that cuts through the usual alcoholic fog. He doesn't raise his voice. He merely shakes his head, a slow, weary motion. 'What was going through your mind when you walked onto that stage?' Effie watches from the periphery, her brightly painted mouth a tight line, sensing that this hushed exchange holds more truth than any grand speech.