Frost-Haymitch
I can't believe the female tribute has made it this far. Usually both of the district 12s die at the bloodbath on the first day. Just like Karn did this year. I bang my bottle on the computer keyboard, suddenly overcome with fury and anger. Karn was an idiot, directly disobeying me to go fight for supplies. It's kind of amusing how powerful I am. If the tributes disobey me they die. But then again, if they listen to me, they still die. The Capitol is in charge of their lives, no doubt about it. If you mess with us, we won't kill you. We'll do something worse; we'll kill your children" This is the haunting message that goes through my head every time I return to district 12 to face the miserable parents of the fallen. It's not my fault that all of these kids die, so why must you blame me? If they're angry, why don't they go start a rebellion? I take another swig of the liquor. It's really the only thing that keeps me sane at this point. As I polish off the bottle of white alcohol, I slowly droop into unconsciousness.
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"Haymitch, wake up!" A gentle yet demanding voice rouses me from my stupor. "Seeder, is that you?" I mumble. I don't socialize very much with the determined victor from district 11, preferring her partner Chaff, my frequent drinking partner. But that doesn't mean I exactly hate Seeder. I actually like her quite a bit. Once she notices that I am awake, her face grows long and her voice melancholy. "Haymitch, Resa died while you were sleeping" She tells me before returning to Chaff. I check the female monitor on my station. Sure enough, both screens are blank. Although I have told myself a thousand times it doesn't matter, tears run down my face. "Wait!" I call out to Seeder. "How did she die?" I ask her quietly. Seeder notices my pain, and a look of suffering appears on her face. "Frost," she whispers quietly.
