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❝ I don’t believe I ever said you could sit there. ❞
Join the Revolution. The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 2 is in theaters November 20th - Official Mockingjay Part 2 teaser trailer
Team 12- From the beginning to the end.
The moment Marceline had been informed that Haymitch was among the group of prisoners that was being taken back to District Thirteen, she’d begun preparing herself for the worst. They’d warned her — told her that he was far from himself, but that hadn’t stopped her from getting her hopes up despite the fact that she’d tried desperately not to. An odd combination of excitement and fear coursed through the therapist as she paced back and forth through her office until a knock sounded throughout the room.
It was time.
Hands clasped in front of her, Marceline slowly entered the dimly lit room, brows furrowing as her eyes adjusted. Her heart pounded within her chest, so hard that she was certain she could hear it with each step she took. That was when she saw him, fighting and struggling to get out of the guards’ grips. Ignoring the voice in her head that was screaming at her to stay back, the blonde made her way forward, breath catching in her throat before she finally managed to speak.
“ Haymitch.”
Haymitch. The voice rang through his head. Touched the humanity that was hidden deep down inside of him. His eyes searched the room for the face that belonged to the voice. He knew it so well. She was always in his dreams.
When his eyes found her, he stopped struggling completely, his body going limp in the arms of the soldiers. And suddenly... It was like the world around him froze. There was nothing in the room except for the two of them. His eyes grew wide. From fear, awe, or disbelief, he wasn’t entirely sure. He just knew she couldn’t be real. She was just a figment of his dreams.
....Right? Well.. She sounded real enough with a voice clearer than in his dreams. She looked real enough with flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and a look of her own disbelief. So why was he still so afraid? Maybe it was because she could disappear at any given moment.
While he was drinking her in, his breathing had slowed and his jaw had set. Eyes still trained on her showed distrust, leading to his complete silence. He was entranced by the perhaps dream.
It was only a matter of time before the victor was captured and thrown into custody by District Thirteen. He had killed many of their soldiers already, protecting himself from what he still saw as a threat. They had to shoot him with two tranquilizers before they could successfully take him down without completely hurting him (though some wanted to very badly.)
When he woke up, he found himself in a maximum security cell. Knowing he was still in the Capitol, he tried finding a way out, but to no avail. So he waited. And waited. And waited. Until rebel soldiers came to take him from the room. That’s when he tried to make his escape.
Both of their necks were twisted and broken before they even realized it. Haymitch didn’t get very far, though. Again, he was knocked out and dragged back to his room.
The next time he woke up, he was in the same room.... With cuffs. When more soldiers came, they grabbed him by the arms, determined to take him somewhere-- probably to my death, he thought. Haymitch thrashed about in their arms, needing to get out of there. He was not going to die. Not yet. Hell no.
~ Hayffie Sketch • Golden Team… CatchingFire x Mockingjay
Aww. Gold’n’Grey~
HAYMITCH ABERNATHY ✦ 43 ✦ DISTRICT 12 ✦ TAKEN
“When you are going through hell, keep on going. Never never never give up.”
The second Quarter Quell was filled with twice as many tributes as it usually is. Haymitch Abernathy was one of those tributes. He defeated the Games and became a victor by using the arena’s force field to his advantage. The Capitol, angry as ever, took it out on him two weeks after he came home. They killed his mother, his brother, and even his girlfriend. That was their first warning to the rest; that no matter who you were, or where you were from, the Capitol still held control.
After that, Haymitch turned to drinking. Panem forever knew him for being the infamous drunk mentor of District 12, who miraculously got two victors out of the 74th annual hunger games. Then he was known to the Capitol as a rebel— as one of the victors who had a hand in getting a lot of the other victors out of the arena during the 75th annual hunger games. Haymitch had been stuck in 13 with no alcohol, forced to go cold turkey. The drunk found himself in the infirmary more often than not, his drinking finally coming full circle. He did it, though. With the help of Marceline Laveau, Haymitch kicked his drinking to the curb.
However, it was too good to be true, having fallen back into old habits when he happened to stumble upon a stash of alcohol. Then he tried quitting again, and slowly but surely with the help of Marceline again, Haymitch was nursed back to being sober… He could never stay sober for long, though.
During an invasion, Peacekeepers invaded the underground district and took whoever was in their way at the time. Haymitch was amongst the unfortunate people who were taken back to the Capitol. There, he was hijacked, and there he started drinking again, though not as excessively as before. Rather, he replaced being drunk with training. The Capitol has been training Haymitch ever since, turning him into a killing machine. His main objective: kill Katniss Everdeen.
✦ FC: Woody Harrelson
✦ It’s Complicated
✦ Location: The Capitol
✦ Friends: Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Marceline Laveau, Finnick Odair
[Lavinia gave him a small smile of thanks when he handed her the cup of tea. If the Capitol knew she accepted it, she was sure she’d be punished and Haymitch would be warned against such actions - and the kicker was that she was sure he knew this, too. It was little things like this - actions in good faith and kindness despite what they could mean - that reassured Lavinia that Haymitch as she knew him before was still in there somewhere. Rebel Haymitch. Haymitch who would kill anyone who so much as touched Katniss Everdeen. He was in there.
She almost laughed at his last comment, shaking her head and then nodding. ‘Yeah, me too’. She pointed at him, put both of her hands on the side of her face, and then tapped her index finger to her head. ‘When you sleep, do you dream?’]
It was getting easier to understand what she was saying with her hands, but sometimes he struggled. Tonight, he did but it was only because he hadn't slept in two days. When he did figure it out, he shrugged. The dreams he had were sparse, but the few he had were usually nightmares, sprinkled with one or two about that woman he wasn't even sure existed. Sometimes. More nightmares, than dreams. Hence the liquor.
[Lavinia nodded. They were getting harder. She pointed back at him, as if to ask, ‘you?’ - but she knew the answer. The hijacking was done. What more could they do?]
He hands her a cup of hot tea and sits next to her. It'll help you sleep.. And numb some of the pain.
Me? ..I don't like sleeping at night.
Rough night?
In the end…