Haymitch had skipped his meal and headed straight into his Quarters slamming the door so that the sound reverberated down the corridors of our shared Quarters just to let the others know that he was in no mood for comfort or discussion. Haymitch walked with a sigh out onto his balcony he didn't think of the things to come, he sat down on the balcony his legs crossed over one another as he looked down on the people going about their lives below – Those stupid people with the posh accents and weird faces whom he would so shortly entertain by dying in some gruesome battle or fight.
Haymitch closed his eyes and forgot about the world about him only concentrating on the blackness behind his eyes, he soon found his mind had drifted back to the Opening Ceremony, to the sight of Maysilee in that black dress which hugged her figure perfectly, the sight of her golden hair tumbling down over her back as she waited along with the other tributes from 12. Tilting his head back as he sat there he sighed his mind consumed by May – It was a nickname only he had ever been allowed to call her and her nickname for him was just Mitch. He usually hated being called it but when she said it he wasn't sure what it was, but it was right. Haymitch was so consumed by the thoughts in his mind that he hadn't heard the door to his rooms click shut at the sound of someone entering. The soft footsteps that approached where unheard due to the lack of shoes it was only when he sensed movement beside him did he realise that someone had joined him to sit down. His eyes snapped open only to find the person who had just infiltrated his mind to be sat in front of him.
There had always been some kind of connection between the two of them, some unspoken thing that joined them he could never quite pinpoint it and for some reason he felt guilty. He thought back to Maia at home, hoping for him to come home from something he never would – He knew these would his last days of enjoying everything that life had to offer him and so he'd do whatever the hell he wanted while he had the time.
"Hey Mitch. You alright? I heard. . . Well not much but the scores will be out soon." Maysilee said in her quiet voice, her eyes seemed to draw him in as he sat there looking at her – her hair was pinned up in a messy bun and she wore a dark grey vest with black joggers.
At the mention to the scores Haymitch just sighed, he'd probably be ranked middle although for his attitude he couldn't say maybe he'd be ranked high? No it was unlikely more that he'd be low and so would be seen as easy pickings for the others.
"Oh of course I'm just dandy, I just love being used as a piece in a bigger game." He said his sarcastic tone bare and evident when he spoke. He rubbed his ear with this now looking out over the Capitol before back to her. "We had dreams, we had lives which we wanted to live. I wanted it to be old age which took me not some fucking bloodbath, I don't want to be shredded to bits or played with before it's done. We're not food to be picked at and then left to rot!" He said his voice rising as the anger that he had within him rose to the surface. He already had pent up anger from the Training session earlier, he wanted his life back his words and anger continued on Haymitch's curses and yells –were silenced by the force-field around the building.
Maysilee just sat listening to him rant and yell, she knew the anger he felt but this was just beyond anything she had ever seen from him. Did he really care so much about life that having it taken away from him would ruin him completely? No this was just emotions he felt towards the capitol she'd never seen him like this – this wasn't the Haymitch she knew. To be honest she was just getting fed up of his ranting and there was something she wanted to do before The Scores were announced or they went to meet Caesar for their interviews, Maysilee shifted to kneel in front of him taking his angular jaw between her hands before pulling him towards her.
Haymitch just sat there looking slightly dumbfounded as his rants were silenced when Maysilee pulled him into a deep kiss – nothing like what he had shared with Maia this was magic, the way her lips crushed against his own. This kiss was one of sadness but something more – Sorrow? Possibly that was it his brain overworked although the guilt he felt for Maia was gone because she would never see him again so Haymitch went along with it his strong arms pulling her into his lap as his own lips moulded against her own to him this was right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to her made him feel as though he had a life line, something inside of him changed, never to be reversed. This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, Haymitch was content to feel something new – something stronger than what he had ever, would ever experience. Haymitch's anger had clouded his normally rational thoughts and his arms pulled her to her feet along with him as he rose making sure as not to break the intimate kiss between them. He pulled her back through the door to the balcony into his Quarters. . .
The window was almost bursting at the seams with the last rays of the day. A nostalgic feeling had indulged itself onto both of them; giving a feeling that this should have been for a long time. His arms were tightly wrapped around her shoulders, hers, clinging to his hard muscular chest, and her head on his shoulder. Basking in each other's ambiance, creating each other's warmth. He looked down at her, his eyes dulled by the darkness of the room.
He gave that quirky smile, that one he now knew she had loved from a long time ago; the one that gave her the feeling as if he knew something that she didn't. Caressing her supple cheek, he lifted her chin; their noses almost touching. She could feel the warmth of his breath brushing the top of her lip. She stared back into his hardened grey eyes an explosion of total peace and serenity overwhelmed them both. The true meaning of life, the love, and the utter wonder on both of their faces, hoping this evening would never end. Knowing that for both of them, this may be the last time to prove their now realized melancholy love, so strong, so deep, and yet so sad to never want to let go, to the meaning of what little life they had left. Maysilee eventually peeled out of his strong embrace to gather her previously discarded clothes pulling them back on Haymitch followed suit soon after and they both soon re-joined the other tributes who had gathered around the screen – they hadn't missed the scores lucky for them they took their seats looking to the screen in silence as the scores came up. It went in ascending order so District 12 was left to last – as always.
Maysilee's score came up as a 9 whatever she had shown them obviously had impressed the Game-Makers it was then that Haymitch's turn came his picture flashed up onto the screen. He had to say it wasn't that bad he could say almost respectable for once. His mouth fell open a bit as the 10 flashed up upon the screen – That couldn't be correct no. . . He didn't want a high score it meant he'd be classed as a threat Haymitch didn't wait around to find out the final few scores he was gone and up on the roof in an instant having fallen back down into the previous rants that he had had earlier in the day.