Haymitch's Games

by InkMarked

Its all a game right. It is all a game. They don't even care or give an F if we all live or die. It is a game for them, and therefore, it is also a game for me. I can play with people's feelings. They have played with mine, and I really don't care about hurting people. They have hurt more than I ever could if I wanted to.

2. Chapter 2: the other tributes

The names were easier to learn, once you could link them with some trait form their personality.

Jack was strong, he reminded me of Jack Daniells form distric 12, he used to steal the food of smaller kids because his family didn't have a way to provide for him. "A person like me needs to be fed three times a week, not one" he would say to them before beating them for food. I had learned to stay away. Better yet, I had learned not to bring food to school, event though I would be starving later. No purpose to beat you if there were no trophies to earn.

The girl with balck short hair form district 5 was named Lucía. Don't aske me how the heck do I remember that name because I have no idea. I guess is something abot the fact that it goes with her face. It makes it easier to remember names if they go with how the person actually looked like.

The girl form my district, the one with brown hair? If figured I might as well make an effort to learn her name if I was leanring the names of other tirubutes. Particularly the careers, I wanted to learn as much as I could for each and every one of the careers. Her name was Helen. That was the name of our major's dog. It was a poodle. And having the hair that Helen had, it was not hard to associate her with it in order to remember it.

Charles was sad. I remember not being able to look at that kid. He was the youngest of us all. Black spiky hair, and innocent eyes that were bound to corrupted. Bound to loose their child-like traits as they hardened with the situation around him. I remember thinking there was no chance he would get a sponsor. Not being the kid he was. Betting on him was not only foolish, but also almost cruel. Why would you want to give someone hopes to attain something you know, right of the bat, that they won't?

I rememeber his name by associating him with Charlie and the chocolate factory. A sweet name for a small kid. He didn't belong to the games.

Then, there was Tanner, smart witts. Probably the wisest guy on our quell. He was form the district of technology. But his knowledge went far from just engineering related. He had some serious strategic thinking going on in the back of his eyes. You could see it in the way he would not show emotions. How it was impossible to even try to penetrate his mind, even try to read the smallest thing that he was thinking. He would totally block you out and observe you. He was observing everyone, and not sharing with anyone. Catching pattern and patterns after patters. Some of us would train. He didn't. Training would mean revealing something about himself, and he woudldn't. Mystery kid. He sacred the heck out of me. But also called my attention. Might make a good ally, as I also like to keep to myself. I guess we'll see.