Survivor

Haymitch Abernathy. Victor. Mentor. Whiskey Enthusiast. [Indie RP Blog]

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Dear Effie,

Dear Effie,

      Seems like just yesterday you were a new escort. Bright and cheery-eyed. Some ragtag tribute organizer full of vigor and life. We never thought we'd have much of a shot. Hell, you never thought you'd have someone to ride that hell train with other than me before. And then that stupid kid with arrows. The boy with the heart of gold. We knew he didn't stand a chance without her.

      Kinda like us, don't ya think? Maybe opposite. Kinda hard to be the lethal one and still be likable. Though neither of us really consider me lethal, do we? Maybe at one time you did. Maybe you thought I was angry or vengeful, but you know better. You know too much of me. Of my hurt. And I know nothing of yours. It's always been unfair in that way. The selfish most horrible parts of me that could never tolerate your brand of misery. And I'm sorry for it, Effie. I'm sorry I could never understand. I'm sorry I never will.

                                               I'm sorry, Effie.

                                                  Haymitch

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Dear ex girlfriend, [ ohhhhh ]

Dear ex girlfriend,

     Doesn't much seem like a fitting title. Not like we ever broke up. Not like... not like I've got the proper word much anyway. We didn't make much sense from the beginning. Two kids who were trying to pretend the world wasn't quite so dark and twisty as it was. We were wrong. I was wrong. I was always wrong.

     When I defied them and you begged me to stop. When I said they had nothing to take from me... I'm sorry. So many years I've spent rationalizing your death. Said that I spared you from living through the misery they would bombard you with. They couldn't drag you out. They couldn't force you to do what I had already done. I wouldn't let them destroy what was the only beautiful thing I...

     I'm sorry. I never wanted any of this for you. I never wanted you to suffer. Please forgive me. Forgive what I've become and what you've always loathed in me.

                               Yours,

                                  H

[wishtoconfess]

letters to you

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I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex best friend,

Dear best friend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

Dear sister,

Dear brother,

[leaveatrail]

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If the seawater healed Peeta and me, it seems to be transforming Finnick altogether. He begins to move slowly, just testing his limbs, and gradually begins to swim. But it’s not like me swimming, the rhythmic strokes, the even pace. It’s like watching some strange sea animal come back to life. He dives and surfaces, spraying water out of his mouth, rolls over and over in some bizarre corkscrew motion that makes me dizzy even to watch. And then, when he’s been underwater so long I feel certain he’s drowned, his head pops up right next to me and I start.

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           Effie sighed as she listened to him. “Haymitch you know that I can’t do that, as much as I don’t have my wigs and clothes you don’t have any alcohol, I never thought that a place could be as strict like this. I mean they don’t even allow coffee in here, is just water and the ugliest jumpsuits.” Resting her hand on his forehead Effie felt her heart breaking at the sight of Haymitch, he looked bad, he looked sick and there was no doubt that their stay in Thirteen would be taking a toll on him. “Haymitch are you okay?” Concern filled her voice the moment that he had turned around. “You should drink something; water I mean will help with the throat and might make you feel better.” This man had drove her insane too many times, far too many times actually but she was worried about him, she had always been worried about him. After all Effie had never hidden how much she cared about him.

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      Her touch was foreign given their current predicament. He couldn't remember the last time he had left himself so vulnerable to human care. It was particularly off putting and made him want to laugh if he thought he could have mustered the courage to try. "Relax, Goldie Locks," the smile came easier than before and he looked up on her almost condescendingly. "Not the first time I've suffered through a sobering," Haymitch spoke in a gruff voice that sounded so unlike his own. A sigh came from him that smelled of stale air and he wondered how long he had wreaked. "And you've never looked better," he squared his shoulders to get a better look at her and the smile changed tones without his permission. Without alcohol he was far less in control of his own features. Still, Haymitch found the sight much less jarring, a woman devoid of all the eccentricities he loathed.

[capitolweaponarchive]

⋨ ❁ ⋩       ❝ Watch it, Haymitch.           Don’t forget who keeps you fed. ❞

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     "-- -- And you believe you're doing me some sort of favor? I've got to hand it to you, kid, you've come a long way from the bright eyed boy on the train waiting to confess his undying love to a girl who didn't know his name."

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He smiled at Haymitch before remembering the solemnity of the moment. Peeta, still burning from the flames, uncertain as to Katniss’ fate, stared around at the grey space that was Haymitch’s house. He limped across the room and began opening the thick Capitol tapestry...

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He was more mutt than boy these days but the medicine helped. What would have really helped would have been Katniss but who knew where she was these days. Drinking seemed a dangerous game. The way the liquor burned on the way down made him almost forget the pain outside his body.

He returned to Haymitch and sat opposite him, reaching for the glass. He tipped it back and the liquid disappeared to blaze down his throat. "What do you think is going to happen to us?"

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     For more than a few dozen reasons Haymitch struggled anytime he saw the baker's boy down a glass. His gaze was steady on the strong hand, watching as his fingers curled over the cup as if he'd grown accustomed to its feel. The thought made his stomach churn almost as badly as the question.

     "I've learned to assume the worst," Haymitch offered with a none too pleased smile. His body ached as he reached across the table for a different bottle. "And hope for the sweet victory of death." There was an uncomfortable moment where he raised the bottle in mock cheers before the realization of his honesty struck him as odd.

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Katniss continued to weep softly into Haymitch’s shirt, which was already soaked with her tears on the shoulder part. “No, you’re lying. You’re lying, Haymitch, he’s not okay!” she shouted in a loud sob, taking small gasps of breath then just unevenly crying again. He wouldn’t be okay. Peeta could be severely hurt. Begging for death, even. She wished he was dead. She wished they were all dead. And so was she.

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      Her change in tone was as to be expected. So many emotions in someone so young. He remembered his own and found the comparison to be striking. Quickly, Haymitch reached for her shoulders, tore them apart so he could stare her down. "Listen to me," his voice was dangerously sharp, the only sort Katniss ever listened to.

      "Listen to me, that boy is worth more to Snow alive than dead." Not much of a recovered but his hands had tightened their grip on her, fingers flexing into the muscle and his eyes uncommonly clear. "And so long as you're alive, Peeta will find his way back to you, do you understand me?"

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"Have you even thought of asking some of the other officers? I’m certain someone has bathtub booze somewhere you can get your hands on … .”

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      "I'm staring to get the impression that you don't think I'm very smart. I'll have you know the very first thing I did when I got to this prohibition prison was ask around for some moonshine. Alas, I am without..."

[princessnelrita]

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District 12. Where you can starve to death in safety. 

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   been working on a couple of things. Promise to get more active in a bit. Also, just passed 100 followers after having done nothing so bear with me. I WILL PLAY WITH ALL THE HUMANS. (or not-humans, we're not really prejudice against dogs)

[peetacolada]

They are children no longer

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           Effie had been watching him, she had heard that Haymitch was going through a withdraw and was far from easy to handle even more for a man that had depended on alcohol for years. The growl almost made Effie roll her eyes, but roll eyes wasn’t well mannered and she might be stuck in Thirteen but she still had her manners. “Language Haymitch, you might be on withdraw but I don’t admit such language to be used specially around me.” The former escort had softly scolded the former victor as she kept her eyes on him, she could be scolding him, but there was a worry in her blue eyes. “Need anything? Water?”

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    The sound of Effie's voice was more miracle than he would have liked to admit. She was caring and made for a good distraction. Haymitch might have smiled even, but it fell from his lips with a groan. Rolling his head toward the escort, eyes unfocused, Haymitch took in the sight of her. She looked nearly as unsettled by their new digs as he was. Somehow that was enough to pull focus from the pain. "If you had something to spike it with?" There was an innuendo there that he couldn't form and his throat felt uncommonly dry. Sandpaper, as rough as the desert arena they had lost some blonde girl to a few years back. A fresh wave of disgust hit and Haymitch's body pitched, rocking onto his side as if that allowed him escape.

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Once Katniss felt his hand on her arm, she couldn’t help herself. The tears were already dripping over her eyes and down her cheeks. So she crawled into Haymitch’s lap and wrapped her arms around him tightly as she began to softly cry into his uniform shirt. “They-They could be hurting him so bad right now, and there’s nothing I can do…”

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     The first time he had seen her cry, Haymitch had thought it ironic. Now it hardly held the same humor that he had once enjoyed. Her tears, staining the thin fabric of his garb, were cold. Awkwardly wrapping one arm around her shoulders, Haymitch tried to comfort her. Provide the solace of a father, the peace of Peeta. "Hey now," he cooed, suddenly all to aware that he had nothing to follow it. His eyes closed, cheek rested upon the flat of her head.

                    "He'll be alright. Peeta'll be fine."

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Cressida chuckled slightly at how suddenly the man was close to her. She reached up and grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him into her room closing the door behind them before letting him go. The glass she held in her own hand was a gift from Coin, simply wine but she had come across a bottle of Scotch when she took Katniss to 12. She sipped from her glass and she pointed to the bottle on her nightstand,”Found it in 12, took it because I noticed someone is way too sober for comfort” she uttered gesturing for him to help himself to the scotch bottle.

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      It hadn't taken much to throw him off balance but it set him off. His body tensed for pain on instinct and found that it simply took an additional step. Haymitch shook his head as he righted himself, raised a brow upon looking at the woman he had always found somewhat formidable. "For a woman who knows as much as you do, you would think you'd know better than to attack a deranged sober drunk," he slowed his speech as he spotted the scotch. "But if you'll forgive the oxymoron than I forgive you being so handsy."

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              “Ah, so the scowl is for the fact that she hasn’t               supplied you with alcohol yet in payment?”

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     "When your every waking moment is made bearable exclusively by strong liquor, and then you're denied the aforementioned substance, you become a little bitter."

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A brow arched slightly in confusion, though it lowered mere seconds later.

❝ If you want to be technical, Katniss is the one who gave District 12 a victor by volunteering. You ❛ mentored ❜ her, and I gave her the tools needed to make an ιмρяєѕѕιση. I hardly count that as being a                                                           miracle worker. ❞

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"  Yeah, yeah. Call it what you will...  "

"  You made her presentable. I made her believable and she did everything in her power to get herself killed. She's not the survivor we thought, Cinna.

                     She's fucking lucky, is all.  "