Haymitch Monologue- Meeting Katniss
*Sitting lazily on chair holding whisky glass*
Ugh, not another one. What is the point of all this, all this work? Only for them to die?
*Waves hand dismissively*
No point. All of this? No point
*Sits up straight*
This new chick and dude isn't much better either. Who did they say I would be helping? Paul and whats-her-face? The only reason I came was for the free drinks
*Holds up glass and frowns*
*Stands up and pretends to refill*
The name's Haymitch Abernathy, the sole winner of the Hunger Games from District 12. I say sole winner but it's more like sole survivor. This other guy won as well but they're long dead. I won ages ago, in the 50th Hunger Games when I was sixteen. Now 40, life hasn't improved despite that promise that if you win, you live in luxury.
*Realizes bottle is empty and growls*
Great, ran out. Those Capitol (Grumbling) They probably have more in another cart.
*Pretends to walk somewhere*
Why is that Effie so damn loud? It's too early in the morning for her annoying existence. Oh, yay, there are the new tributes for District 12. I should probably ignore them, they will die either way. Every damn one of them.
Great, pretty girl wants to know how to survive. She should realize there isn't no surviving the Hunger Games if you come from District 12. Unless you are me, of course, but I would give anything to have died there. If I had, I wouldn't have to train all these kids only to waste my time while they die in the first few hours. Her persistence is so annoying too. Why don't she just leave me alone while I find more drink?
*Sighs deeply while sitting back down lazily*
Maybe this Katniss chick does have a chance. Who am I kidding? The point of these stupid games is for us to lose. Katniss Everdeen can't do nothing to change that. But maybe, just maybe, Katniss can be the symbol for the next rebellion.