Victor, Rebel, Drunk

@haymitcha-d12

Once victor in the Hunger Games and leader of the second rebellion. Still a drunk.

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effie-trinketd12

((cont)) once the man left, Haymitch headed a few houses down to the home Effie on-and-off resided in to tell her that he'd done as she asked.

Effie busied herself by dusting the furniture in her dining room, that she almost never used. She sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. It had been forever since she had had anyone over at her house. It would be a nice change to invite some friends over, but she wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Besides, the only people she considers as friends now are Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch.

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She heard a knock on the door and instantly stood up. Effie didn’t know who would visit her this early. She assumed that it was probably Peeta. He’s the only one that bothers checking up on her every now and then, as well as gets up early. She walked to the door quickly, having noticed how much time she had just spent wondering who it was. The Escort took a deep breath, and opened the door. Low and behold, Haymitch was there. She wasn’t as surprised that he showed up, but the fact that he did before noon boggled her mind.

Haymitch offers what he intended to be a smile and put his hands in his pockets. "It's early..." He said, somewhat apologetically. After a long pause, he seemed to remember why he was there in the first place, "I had the piano tuned like you asked, so you're welcome to come by any time you please." Not knowing what else to say to her, he watched for her reaction

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((cont)) once the man left, Haymitch headed a few houses down to the home Effie on-and-off resided in to tell her that he'd done as she asked.

Effie busied herself by dusting the furniture in her dining room, that she almost never used. She sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. It had been forever since she had had anyone over at her house. It would be a nice change to invite some friends over, but she wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Besides, the only people she considers as friends now are Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch.

Haymitch rapped firmly on the dark wood door (he'd venture to say it was not mahogany, but at the same time wondered if she even cared anymore). He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers and looked around. The garden was wilting, someone should water it, he thought. He briefly second guessed his intentions, standing here at her door with news of a fixed piano, pondering her horticulture. It was quiet beyond that door. Maybe she'd knocked that whole early bird gets the word thing.

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

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Effie followed silently, but with a huge smile on her face. She did it yet again. She walked up the staircase behind Haymitch. Effie was giddy with excitement. She hadn’t gotten to play a piano in years, and now she is finally able too. Not to mention she is making very good progress with Haymitch. Suddenly she remembered that Haymitch will think she doesn’t remember how to play so she’ll have to act like it’s all just starting to come back to her. ‘Oh well, I’ll just find a way to make a quick recovery’, she thought to herself.

Upstairs, the piano was locked away in a small room that may have been a large closet, but Haymitch couldn’t remember what it had been intended for. The room was big enough to hold the piano against the wall and the two adults, if not a few more, comfortably. There was also a small shelf with a few folders on it. Haymitch pulled an off white sheet from the piano and left it heaped in the corner. Some sheet music still sat perched above the yellowing keys. The piano itself was a lightish wood that was slightly splintered around the edges from many years of wear.

Haymitch sat down on the bench with a creak and left enough room for Effie to sit too, even though the bench was only made for one. He looked at the sheet music and tentatively put his right hand to he key, then looked at the music, and back to his hand. He did this several more times until he was satisfied it the placement of his fingers, and then pressed down.

The sound that came out of the instrument was unholy. Haymitch jerked his hand away and then raised his eyebrows, “I think it needs to be tuned.”

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Effie frowned. “Oh, well can we have someone tune it tomorrow?” She was really disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to make any more progress with Haymitch for the rest of the day. Although, she should’ve known that, since no one had played the piano in a long while it would need to be tuned.

"Yeah, I s'pose we cans et someone to come out tomorrow." Haymitch nodded slowly, not knowing what to do with Effie now that he was playing host. He stared at the keys blankly and feeling rude because he wasn't really what was polite to do when you have a houseguest.

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Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

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Effie followed silently, but with a huge smile on her face. She did it yet again. She walked up the staircase behind Haymitch. Effie was giddy with excitement. She hadn’t gotten to play a piano in years, and now she is finally able too. Not to mention she is making very good progress with Haymitch. Suddenly she remembered that Haymitch will think she doesn’t remember how to play so she’ll have to act like it’s all just starting to come back to her. ‘Oh well, I’ll just find a way to make a quick recovery’, she thought to herself.

Upstairs, the piano was locked away in a small room that may have been a large closet, but Haymitch couldn't remember what it had been intended for. The room was big enough to hold the piano against the wall and the two adults, if not a few more, comfortably. There was also a small shelf with a few folders on it. Haymitch pulled an off white sheet from the piano and left it heaped in the corner. Some sheet music still sat perched above the yellowing keys. The piano itself was a lightish wood that was slightly splintered around the edges from many years of wear.

Haymitch sat down on the bench with a creak and left enough room for Effie to sit too, even though the bench was only made for one. He looked at the sheet music and tentatively put his right hand to he key, then looked at the music, and back to his hand. He did this several more times until he was satisfied it the placement of his fingers, and then pressed down.

The sound that came out of the instrument was unholy. Haymitch jerked his hand away and then raised his eyebrows, "I think it needs to be tuned."

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

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"Would you please try…for me?" Effie looked at him with pleading eyes that she knew he couldn’t resist. It’s how she ever got anything done during the Games. Well, she only did it when it was her last resort, but it worked nonetheless.

He looked at her and then back to the hem of his shirt. She was doing that thing. The one where she looked so needy that he did what she asked just to make her stop looking at him like that. He felt dread rise up in him at the though of uncovering the Piano and sitting in front of it again, but what was quickly blanketed. The next though went to Effie, and he could tell that maybe she needed this. Maybe if she had something to work on, she wouldn't go missing for weeks at a time. "I 'suppose I can try." He forced what could have been a smile, "It's upstairs." He stood and pushed his hair out of his face as he headed toward the staircase.

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

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”Thank you, but it’s been so long…can you teach me the basics again, please?” Effie still remembered everything about playing the piano. She wanted to see exactly how far she could get to the real Haymitch Abernathy. Not the arrogant, drunk Haymitch, but the caring and gentle side. It was a long shot, but Effie has always been a very hopeful person.

It took Haymitch a while to answer, during which he picked at a thread at the bottom of his dark shirt. “I’m not sure if I remember much. You’d be netter off finding someone else.” He knew shed be hard pressed to find someone who both knew how to play and had a piano. Music wasn’t much appreciated in Panem, side from those chippy things that only citizens of the capitol could afford.

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

Haymitch sighed, not looking at her, It took him a long moment to answer, but he did answer. It was for her benefit, rather than his, “Piano was my talent. She taught me how to play when I was a kid,” he picked at he fraying hem of his shirt, “I wouldn’t let the capitol replace it.”

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"That’s amazing. I never pictured your talent as playing the piano though." Effie was very surprised that Haymitch opened up a little about his family. All she expected was a frank answer and a sarcastic comment following it.

Haymitch straightened, feeling uncomfortable and pining for alcohol, "I wasn't great at it. It was just something that I could do." he shrugged. He hadn't played in at least five years anyway. He bit at none of his nails, trying to recover, "You can play it anytime you want." He concluded, though he wasn't sure if he wanted her to. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to be let alone, but he kept reminding himself to try to keep busy.

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Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

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She thought carefully about her answer for a minute or so, then breaking the silence. “I used to play the piano when I was younger, but that was a while ago. Besides, I don’t have a piano anymore, obviously.” She sighed.

That, he had not expected. though, he wasn’t really sure what he had expected in the first place. “Well, you happen to be lucky, Princess.” He offered, the faltered. The piano was his mother’s, and wasn’t anything anyone form he capitol would be used to. “I have my mother’s piano.” He confirmed, quieter.

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"Oh, well not to be rude but why did you keep it?" Effie knew Haymitch’s family was a dangerous subject to talk about with him. She was treading on thin ice. Curiosity got the best of her though.

Haymitch sighed, not looking at her, It took him a long moment to answer, but he did answer. It was for her benefit, rather than his, “Piano was my talent. She taught me how to play when I was a kid,” he picked at he fraying hem of his shirt, “I wouldn’t let the capitol replace it.”

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

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She thought carefully about her answer for a minute or so, then breaking the silence. “I used to play the piano when I was younger, but that was a while ago. Besides, I don’t have a piano anymore, obviously.” She sighed.

That, he had not expected. though, he wasn’t really sure what he had expected in the first place. “Well, you happen to be lucky, Princess.” He offered, the faltered. The piano was his mother’s, and wasn’t anything anyone form he capitol would be used to. “I have my mother’s piano.” He confirmed, quieter.

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

And yet, here she was at his house. Haymitch mulled over the reasons for her presence in on his couch and saw himself at seventeen reflected back at him. With an abruptness he hardly expected, he asked “Effie, what is your talent?”

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Her facial expression turned confused. Why would he ask this question out of no where? “What?” She asked stuttering a little, which was very unlike the perfect vocabulary and speech pattern of Effie Trinket.

Haymitch turned to face her better, “Your talent. after the games, the victors are supposed to show off their talent— way they’re ding now that they don’t have to work anymore.” he offered, “You’re no longer an Escort. What is your talent?”

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Effie thought about it for a second, she hadn’t taken the time to before he asked. “Well, I don’t think I really have one.” She said softly.

"It does help, at least for a while. It give you something to focus on." he explained, "Peeta's recovery was almost entirely thanks to his painting. and Katniss' hunting kept her some kind of sane, at least usually. You should find something creative to do. I'm sure there must be something that you've always wanted to try."

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Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

And yet, here she was at his house. Haymitch mulled over the reasons for her presence in on his couch and saw himself at seventeen reflected back at him. With an abruptness he hardly expected, he asked “Effie, what is your talent?”

effie-trinketd12

Her facial expression turned confused. Why would he ask this question out of no where? “What?” She asked stuttering a little, which was very unlike the perfect vocabulary and speech pattern of Effie Trinket.

Haymitch turned to face her better, "Your talent. after the games, the victors are supposed to show off their talent-- way they're ding now that they don't have to work anymore." he offered, "You're no longer an Escort. What is your talent?"

Effie knocked on Haymitch's front door to his house in District 12. She hasn't seen him since two weeks ago. She has been having trouble since the end of the Rebellion with maintaining relationships of any kind. Every once in a while no one will see her for weeks on end and won't receive any contact from her; she turns up eventually of course. Effie waits patiently for Haymitch to answer the door. She stares down at the ground, feeling awkward standing there waiting.

Haymitch barely heard the insistent knock on he door over the sink. He was actually cleaning. Being sober (he hadn’t found a reliable source of liquor in the rebuilding 12 yet) wasn’t easy, but keeping busy at least kept his mind off it. He put down the dishes and wiped his wet hands on the front of his shirt before padding to the front door barefoot. He swung it open and raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest. “Effie.” He couldn’t think of anything to say so he opened the door and stepped aside to let her in.

Haymitch watched Effie come in and closed the door behind her, “I suppose I’m good as ever.” He shrugged and followed her to the living room to sit on the chair he’d taken quite a liking to. “You’ve been gone for a while.” He commented. He was concerned about her habit of becoming missing in action, though he’d never admit it to her. This time, though, he spoke up. Seven months had passed since the rebellion as over, and she seemed to be disappearing for longer and more often as of late, “Do you want to talk?” He wasn’t very good at this comforting thing. Hell, he couldn’t even comfort himself, opting to self medicate instead.

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Effie looked down at the floor contemplating how she should go about answering his question. “No, I’m fine, thank you.” She smiles to reassure him; as well as herself. Lately she doesn’t even understand her own thoughts and actions.

And yet, here she was at his house. Haymitch mulled over the reasons for her presence in on his couch and saw himself at seventeen reflected back at him. With an abruptness he hardly expected, he asked "Effie, what is your talent?"

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