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Haymitch Abernathy ([personal profile] hungover) wrote in [community profile] exsilium2012-07-31 10:56 pm

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[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'?
myownbestfriend: (You need to lure them up and away.)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-02 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
You're my roommate?

[Emma's face is a study in well-bred horror.

Irene, help.]
myownbestfriend: (I hate you so much.)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-02 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Frankly, yes.

[She doesn't think expecting someone not to throw up on a live feed is too much to ask. Even of someone from West Virginia that's District 12 right.]
myownbestfriend: (little mind-whispers of suffering)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-03 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Your low standards are no reflection on me.

[They are going to be best friends.]
myownbestfriend: (I bow to the master of diplomacy.)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-03 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[It's called breeding, you cretin.]

Which capital?

[Familiarity with Panem: none.]
myownbestfriend: (Their minds are racing.)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-04 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Implying you don't.

[SHE LIKES THE SOUND OF THIS CAPITOL.]
myownbestfriend: (down my nose)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-04 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Don't sell yourself short.

[Right up until she found out the Games involved children, at which point the telepathic carnage would be unimaginable.]
myownbestfriend: (glare)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-05 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Emma's skin looks like she doesn't ever go outside, and given how she dresses, that involves a lot of very expensive lotions.]

That is your standard?
myownbestfriend: (Boys‚ pissing contests are boring.)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-07 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Skeptical eyebrow raise, though she does detect the slight lessening of hostilities.]

Well-spotted.
myownbestfriend: (oh really?)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-07 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Duly noted.

[Emma's even smiling the tiniest bit. She likes dry humor.]
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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-07 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Destined to be best friends, clearly.]

Do try not to hurt yourself on the way.
myownbestfriend: (...and I'll give you Charles Xavier.)

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[personal profile] myownbestfriend 2012-08-09 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[She favors him with another skeptical raised eyebrow, this one with a lingering hint of a smile, and disconnects.]