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Entry tags:
- collette (animorphs),
- martin darkov (original),
- riku (kingdom hearts),
- ✝ finnick odair (hunger games),
- ✝ haymitch abernathy (hunger games),
- ✝ johanna mason (the hunger games),
- ✝ kanji tatsumi (persona 4),
- ✝ katniss everdeen (hunger games),
- ✝ nathaniel howe [dragon age],
- ✝ peeta mellark [the hunger games],
- ✝ tier halibel (bleach),
- ✝ wesley gibson [wanted],
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
First shot ; video
[There is the tell-tale sound of heaving in the background. The communicator is on its side, camera facing a cup of some clear alcohol on ice that's swirling in a tumbler. Where did this mysterious alcohol come from when Haymitch appears to be newly-arrived, you ask? We may never know.
His cheek is still stinging from where Katniss had gouged him, but it was a dull thrum that didn't seem so bad when he couldn't see straight. Eventually, he manages to get the camera upright and gives it a winning grin – or it would be winning, if there wasn't the telltale glisten of vomit on his lower lip. Some might not notice that.]
So, we're in for another Game. Different rules, sure, and a real 'battle', but – [and he waves his hand toward the camera,] – still. I should introduce myself, if that's the case.
[He makes a mostly-unsuccessful attempt to straighten himself up a little, leaning heavily on the outside wall of the nearest building before forcing himself to his feet and dipping himself in a sloppy bow.]
Haymitch Abernathy, victor of the second Quarter Quell. I come from District 12, home of coal and very little else.. This place is at least less of a violent assault on the senses than the Capitol – nobody's hair has made me shield my eyes yet. That's something.
[He produces a flask from his jacket pocket and places it to his lips, tipping it completely upside-down to suck the last few drops from it.]
Tell me, fellow captives -- how do you feel about the likelihood we'll be forced to kill people we know nearly nothing about in the name of this place's 'freedom'?
His cheek is still stinging from where Katniss had gouged him, but it was a dull thrum that didn't seem so bad when he couldn't see straight. Eventually, he manages to get the camera upright and gives it a winning grin – or it would be winning, if there wasn't the telltale glisten of vomit on his lower lip. Some might not notice that.]
So, we're in for another Game. Different rules, sure, and a real 'battle', but – [and he waves his hand toward the camera,] – still. I should introduce myself, if that's the case.
[He makes a mostly-unsuccessful attempt to straighten himself up a little, leaning heavily on the outside wall of the nearest building before forcing himself to his feet and dipping himself in a sloppy bow.]
Haymitch Abernathy, victor of the second Quarter Quell. I come from District 12, home of coal and very little else.. This place is at least less of a violent assault on the senses than the Capitol – nobody's hair has made me shield my eyes yet. That's something.
[He produces a flask from his jacket pocket and places it to his lips, tipping it completely upside-down to suck the last few drops from it.]
Tell me, fellow captives -- how do you feel about the likelihood we'll be forced to kill people we know nearly nothing about in the name of this place's 'freedom'?
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You should ask the toaster oven guy. He really knows his stuff.
[ Fuck yeah, Tony Stark! She has no idea what he does or doesn't know, he's just kind of amusing. ]
I'd start asking the guys who talk about being here and running stuff like that clinic, with um... Martin Septim, I think? Or John Watson, which is a name that makes me laugh. I swear, it's so weirdly familiar! Either way, there's those guys, and I could recall a few other names if you want, but ten to five one or two will show up here and talk to you all on their own. Or you can pass out for a while, wake up, and see who's chatting on the -- net!
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Probably going to end up taking the latter option. I do appreciate your information though, madame.
[And it's true -- she hasn't been hostile, and they're all stuck here together. Might as well try to not go out of his way to mkae enemies.]
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You're welcome! And my name's Collette.
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Or when.
[He sways on his side of the screen, tipping his head forward enough so that his cheek is pressed against the keyboard while he upchucks on what's probably the table next to him.]
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The when is the 1990's, AD.
[ She feels herself draw back from the laptop thing and wrinkling her nose oh god did he just... eeeeew. ]
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California.
[There's not a lot of documentation of what the world looked like before the great tragedies that made Panem the dominant (and possibly only) coherent nation in the world, but the name sounds familiar.]
North America?
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[ Isn't that just weird. ]
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[He's positive the Capitol had a hand in that.]
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[ Drunk vomity man. TELL HER YOUR STORIES? ]
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[OH SO NOW SHE'S INTERESTED.]
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Shut up, it's not self interest, it's being a teenager!!! ]
Weird! Not that it should be with how places get renamed all through history. Like everything I'm hearing about this world. Similar places, totally different names.
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Yes, it makes you wonder what it was really like before.
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[ She winks. ]
I already am.
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