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Haymitch Abernathy District 12 Mentor Victor of the 50th Hunger Games & 2nd Quarter Quell Remember who the real enemy is. Dependent muse for pyrrhicvictoryhq written by kat [33, she/her]

[hxabernathy]

Thought I'd be a better man, but I lied to me and to you.

( adam brody | thirty-eight | cis man | he / him ) oh darling, did you see? that’s haymitch abernathy, a victor from district twelve! they won the 50th hunger games at just sixteen years old, i remember it being quite the event. i did see on their latest magazine article that they’re tactical, burdened, and mordant, and that they are mentoring this year. honestly, they remind me of gray storm clouds rolling in, a broken bottle of whiskey shattered across the floor, and a knife held in a tight grasp. what the public doesn’t know is that they’re a part of plutarch heavensbee’s rebellion, but such things can’t be said out loud.

BIOGRAPHY . PINTEREST . PLAYLIST .

[gleamlaurent]

Patience had never been a skill that Gleam had possessed. Mentoring never felt right to her, nor did she believe she could help guide two tributes to survival. Despite coming from District One, and with all of the training the academy provided - Gleam still wouldn't have made the training experience enjoyable for the tributes. It had been easier to opt out as a mentor altogether. "One will survive out of twenty-four. Are the odds ever really in anyone's favor?" Aside from the added fact of exposure and sickness - Gleam only saw the Hunger Games as a way to torture twenty-four children. The victor's torture was only prolonged for the rest of their lives. Being forced to watch year after year the same thing happen over and over. "It's easier when you're not mentoring." Though, she knew Haymitch didn't have the luxury. "Though, watching it play out the same way year after year begins to take somewhat of a toll."

[hxabernathy]

"For some more than others." The Career kids got to have the advantage of training in their Academies. What did the kids in the other Districts have? Either way, all the kids going into the Arena still suffered in some capacity, no matter how prepared they thought they were. None of them were prepared for the years of trauma and nightmares they had to endure when they survived. That was all it was, in the end. No victors, only survivors. "Sure does," he agreed and watched the bartender refill his glass. "Even when your favorite wins, it's not winning, right? They still gotta live with what they went through, go to the parties, deal with the nightmares. Then it's onto the next year. New year, new Victor. Rise and repeat."

[diniharifarseer]

Title: A Drink Among Comrades For: Haymitch | @hxabernathy

"I saw the swill you were drinking and thought I'd bring you something better," she said to the younger victor, as she set down an expensive bottle of whisky in front of him. She had saved some of her earnings from her state-approved job to bring it to him - better that he get drunk on something with a depth of taste and flavor instead of whatever cheap swill his hands closed around. She wanted him to have standards while he drank himself to death -- and she saw the irony in that.

The Pied Piper, as those from the capitol still called her, took a seat across from the district 12 victor and from her bag of wonders (nicknamed so by some of the street urchins she took care of), she removed a small medicine compact as well as a bottle of water and sat them alongside the offered bottle. "Three pills to help with tomorrow's hangover and a bottle of water to remind your organs on what they used to thrive on."

While her words were brisk, her affection - muted and soft - was still there in the undertones. She was an old woman now - she had seen many victors drink themselves to death - but it didn't mean that they had to spend their lives completely alone. Even if Haymitch didn't want to talk, she could sit next to him in the silence.

[hxabernathy]

Honestly, Haymitch didn't care what he was drinking as long as it kept him drunk. Even if it tasted horrible, as long as it gave him some sort of buzz, it was good enough for him. Especially in District Twelve, he took whatever he could get, even though he had the funds to get whatever alcohol he wanted. But once the more expensive whiskey was set in front of him, Haymitch reached out and took a look at the bottle, giving an impressed whistle.

"It's definitely better," he replied, opening the bottle to pour into his currently empty glass. But Dinihari wasn't done giving him gifts yet; a compact and some water was placed in front of him along with instructions to remedy a hangover. She knew him so well-- but was he really so complex?

Haymitch huffed, holding his glass to his lips, "Or I could just down this new bottle you gave me and keep the buzz going." Would he? Probably; wasn't like he hadn't done so before. The whiskey went down smooth with a burn that spread through his chest. "You always just have an expensive bottle of booze at the ready for anybody?"

[hxabernathy]

Task 1: Character Development

1. Myer-Briggs Personality Test - Virtuoso [ISTP-T]

- Virtuosos are innovative and practical experimenters, masters of all kinds of tools. - 69% Introverted | 54% Observant | 66% Thinking | 68% Prospecting | 78% Turbulent

2. Enneagram Test - Type 5: The Investigator

- The thinker, innovative, observer, Type 5. You are part of the Head Triad, the one who wants to reveal how the world works and to unveil the mystery of life, but is afraid of the biggest mystery: you. - Core Desire: to be capable or competent - Core Fear: being incompetent

3. Love Language - Words of Affirmation

Words of Affirmation 30% | Quality Time 27% | Physical Touch 20% | Acts of Service 20% | Receiving Gifts 3%

4. Moral Alignment Test - Chaotic Neutral

A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society.

5. Four Temperament Test - Introverted Melancholic

Introverted -> extraverted scale: 40% | Emotionally stable -> emotionally unstable scale: 53%

[hxabernathy]

responding to this for @freedomashes - gloss

His watch was definitely broken, then. Haymitch lowered his hand and gave a small shrug of his shoulder, "Fair enough." Haymitch didn't care if people hid away in the bar early or not. At the same time, he never would openly admit that he preferred to have some company while he drank, so he didn't mind Gloss sitting near him. However, his brow did quirk upward at the inquiry, giving Gloss a tired yet skeptical look, "You really wanna know, or are you just making small talk?" Not a lot of people asked him how he was doing, or even bothered to talk to him at all. But Haymitch humored him, "Oh you know, just keeping up the yearly routine of sitting in the bar for another Games season. Living the dream, enjoying the refreshments." Sarcasm oozed out of his slurred tone, the hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. He hefted up his glass and nodded toward the other Victor, "How about you?"

[gleamlaurent]

In all honesty, Gleam hated game season. It just served as a reminder that they were all moving pieces in the game that the capitol controlled, and she couldn't stand it. Mentoring had been something she long opted out of. The last thing the blonde wanted to do is continue to play the role the capitol had laid out for her, despite being from district one. The bar was a frequent stop of hers, though most of the time she would rather stay behind the safe(ish) confines of her home. Away from the cameras and the public. Gleam wasn't much of a people person these days.

"More or less." She answered, with a small shrug. "At least that's what I hear. I like to keep my distance." From the training center. The tributes. All of it. Although, being a victor it didn't give her much of an option to keep her distance. Her presence was mandatory for most of it, just like all the other capitol trophies. "Wine. Red." She instructed the bartender once she caught his attention.

[hxabernathy]

"Don't blame you, it's why I'm here." What was the point of getting invested in the Tributes this year when all the other years since his Games, he never brought home a Victor for Twelve? When he tried, he failed. So what did it matter if he was at the Training Center or not? Either way, he knew he was going to be bringing home two dead Tributes. Again. "Way I see it, even if I was there, they're both still dead. Might as well make better use of my time here doing what I do best." He finished the rest of the whiskey in his glass and set the glass down on the bar top. A twitch of his fingers and the glass was nudged toward the bartender for whenever they were able to refill it. "Hard to completely keep your distance, though, when you have to be here."

[buckmarshall]

Buck was no stranger to the bar. Often times he spent more time on a bar stool than he did on his couch. No surprise there. Alcohol had provided a comfort that he couldn't find anywhere else since his games. Training had gone as expected, and every year he had to remind himself why he put himself through the torment of watching two tributes go out in an attempt to survive sudden death. He deserved it. His own hands took a life, despite it being out of an act of saving. Besides, ten needed someone to help give them a fighting chance.

"Finishin' up." Buck's voice was solemn as he let out a sigh. He took the nearest stool near Haymitch and lifted his hand to signal the bartender to get him a glass. "Same shit, different year."

[hxabernathy]

"Pretty much," he agreed, bringing his glass to his lips to take another pull of the whiskey he ordered. Buck had won the year after Haymitch had, and the two often found themselves at the bars in and out of Games seasons over the years. With what they had experienced in The Games, who could blame them? Haymitch definitely didn't; would have been really hypocritical if he did. Besides, it was nice having someone that understood the Capitol's absurdity and the darker side of being a Victor and Mentor to drink with. "At least we're staying consistent here with everything else, right?" He chuckled at his own joke, but was it even a joke when it was the truth? "How'd training go?"

[hxabernathy]

Haymitch hated the festivities around The Games. Honestly, he just flat out hated The Games. But as District Twelve's only Mentor, he had no choice but to get dressed up in his best and then get dragged to the Parade. Almost quite literally, depending on how much alcohol he had beforehand. Effie tried to cut him off before the Parade, but he did manage to sneak his flask in the breast pocket of his jacket. He arrived up in the viewing box and took the closest open seat, which was near Johanna Mason.

"Willing to bet you're about as happy to be here as I am," he murmured, taking a glance around to see if anyone had any drinks in hand. Didn't seem like it, from what he could tell. Dammit. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his dress jacket and pulled out the flask he had hidden. "Bet you can't guess what they dressed up the kids from Twelve as this year. Again." After twisting the cap off, he took a swig and then tipped it toward Johanna in a silent invitation. Want some?

@iratuscst

[hxabernathy]

The bar was a second-- or third, if he counted Victor's Lane-- home for Haymitch. While Harlow and Lex had started training in the Training Center, he sat in the bar in the Mentor Center with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had thought about going to watch the Tributes on their first day of Training, but he still didn't get up from his spot at the bar. How long had he been there for? Sure he was Twelve's only Mentor, should have been more attentive to his Tributes and helped them, but when had his help ever paid off for them? It had almost been twenty-five years since there was a Victor for Twelve, he wasn't helping anybody get back home unless it was in a coffin.

He lifted his head to down another pull from his glass, nudging the empty dish toward the bartender to refill. Footsteps approached the bar and Haymitch let out a sigh through his nose. "They done at the Training Center yet?" he asked, checking his watch. Was that the right time? Was his watch even working?

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[pyrrhicvictoryhq]

( adam brody | thirty-eight | cis man | he / him ) oh darling, did you see? that’s haymitch abernathy, a victor from district twelve! they won the 50th hunger games at just sixteen years old, i remember it being quite the event. i did see on their latest magazine article that they’re tactical, burdened, and mordant, and that they are mentoring this year. honestly, they remind me of gray storm clouds rolling in, a broken bottle of whiskey shattered across the floor, and a knife held in a tight grasp. what the public doesn’t know is that they’re a part of plutarch heavensbee’s rebellion, but such things can’t be said out loud.

———————— as played by kat .

[kingofthepitt]

Who’s the fuck-up now, right? …still me?

ADAM BRODY as DANIEL LE DOMAS in READY or NOT (2019)

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