A/N: Just to recap, this is a romantic depressing story in Haymitch's point of view. Okay, bye bye.
It's been a real long time since I've been happy. After I won the Hunger Games, my life has been a living hell. Not only I’ve lost a family, but a friend, too. And seeing these kids die young in the games just makes it worse. It was as if all my happiness was sucked out from a vacuum. A vacuum called: The Capitol.
Of course, I was intoxicated. I sure wasn't proud bu drinking just helps me wash my sorrows away. No matter how many time that bread boy says, "Stop drinking, Haymitch," or that other girl with a stupid name, Katniss, says, "You need to sober so you can mentor us, Haymitch," I just can't stop. I hide a stash in my room for safety. They don't know about it.
After Peeta bathed me, or just throw me into the shower while I just lay, sobbing, I relaxed with a towel where my front should be, and was very wet. The bed was also soggy, and my hair was shriveled from the cold shower. I didn't care of any of the stuff. I decided to take a walk so I suited into my jeans and collared old shirt. I head on out, ignoring Effie yammering. "HAYMITCH!HAYMITCH! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHERE ON EARTH ARE GOING TO?! ANSWER ME! DON'T YOU DARE BE RUDE TO ME LIKE THAT!"
The air was brisk, but I continued walking. I had no idea where I was walking to, I just know I was walking. I saw a light coming my way, though I didn't know what it was. Because of the fog, the figure was very indistinct. A little lightheaded, I rocked back and forth every time I took a step. The light came closer and closer.
"STOP RIGHT THERE, I'MA GET HURT SOON!" I slurred.
Closer and closer, almost like a train.
Closer and closer.
BANG!
I didn't feel anything anymore. I didn't see any light, no more pain. I still wasn't shifting through the pavements anymore. Everything grew silent. I yelled out, "HELLO!"
No answer.
I called again, still none. Am I dead? I thought. A woman with red hair, like that Avox girl, with wings the size of the width of my bed flew to me. She wore a gray blue dress, no shoes, and it was tied into two braids. Her eyes soften as she saw me and shook her head pitiful.
"Where the hell am I?" I panicked.
"Purgatory," the woman replied.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Shelly, I'm an angel. Since your dead-"
"I'm dead?! How!?"
"A hovercraft hit you. Now let's go."
"I can't be dead! I need to help the District 12!"
Shelly laughed, unamused. "That's what they all say!"
"Come on please!" I begged.
"Give me one reason why I should let you go."
"Well, Kateeta and Petniss need my help to win the games!"
"First off Haymitch, their name is Katniss and Peeta. Second of all, you lost many times. What makes you so sure that they'll win this time?" Shelly challenged.
"Well I'm trying to sober this year!"
"Alright, but you need to finish a task."
"Anything, I promise."
"Haymitch, you must prove to me that you won't be sarcastic nor caring about yourself. Then, I will let you go. Name any date to prove you have the balls to do this," Shelly said.
"1983, the Hunger Games year," I said.
Shelly looked at me, knowing exactly when I was intending to go to. It was the night when Maysilee Donnor died.
Friday, February 24, 2012
IT'S SHIPPIN' TIME!!
Hello, Earth and the people in it.
So I was brainstorming some idea. And I thought about Haymitch while I was doing a challenge. I thought about Haymitch and how he is so lonely because of losing everything. I wanted to write about Haymitch from his own perspective, mainly a bit of romance cause Haymitch doesn't get much love.
And so, while I as rereading Catching Fire, I remembered about Maysilee Donner, and what could've been if they never got reaped or had the chance to live like Peeta and Katniss. I was thinking maybe they bent the rules but I don't know.
I'm NOT turning this into an series. Instead, I'll just make a short story, consisting four parts. If you're not into the romance kind of stuff, I understand, just go back to the action-y Hunger Games (my version) and stay there.
Okay? Good. I'll just be shipping Haymitch and Maysilee. For those of you who like Effie and Haymitch together, BACK OFF. I mean it, they are NOTHING alike and it kills me imagining Haymitch with a sourpuss.
So I was brainstorming some idea. And I thought about Haymitch while I was doing a challenge. I thought about Haymitch and how he is so lonely because of losing everything. I wanted to write about Haymitch from his own perspective, mainly a bit of romance cause Haymitch doesn't get much love.
And so, while I as rereading Catching Fire, I remembered about Maysilee Donner, and what could've been if they never got reaped or had the chance to live like Peeta and Katniss. I was thinking maybe they bent the rules but I don't know.
I'm NOT turning this into an series. Instead, I'll just make a short story, consisting four parts. If you're not into the romance kind of stuff, I understand, just go back to the action-y Hunger Games (my version) and stay there.
Okay? Good. I'll just be shipping Haymitch and Maysilee. For those of you who like Effie and Haymitch together, BACK OFF. I mean it, they are NOTHING alike and it kills me imagining Haymitch with a sourpuss.
The Hunger Games Challenge: Day Twenty
Your least favorite pairing:
1. Gale and Katniss
2. Finnick and Johanna
3. Peeta and Delly
4. Effie and Haymitch
They just can't be together, my world would collapse into tiny little pieces if ever these people went together. The world would just not be right.
1. Gale and Katniss
2. Finnick and Johanna
3. Peeta and Delly
4. Effie and Haymitch
They just can't be together, my world would collapse into tiny little pieces if ever these people went together. The world would just not be right.
The Hunger Games Challenge: Day Nineteen
Sorry I didn't do this yesterday, I was so busy babysitting!
Anyway,the challenge today is... Your favorite pairing
1. Katniss and Peeta
2. Annie and Finnick
3. Prim and Rory(idk y)
4. Mr. And Mrs. Everdeen
5. Lavinia and Darius (you said pairing, not couple)
6. Haymitch and Maysilee
6. Pres. Snow and Coin
7. Madge and Gale
Anyway,the challenge today is... Your favorite pairing
1. Katniss and Peeta
2. Annie and Finnick
3. Prim and Rory(idk y)
4. Mr. And Mrs. Everdeen
5. Lavinia and Darius (you said pairing, not couple)
6. Haymitch and Maysilee
6. Pres. Snow and Coin
7. Madge and Gale
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
The Hunger Games Challenge: Day Eighteen
A song that reminds you of the series.
Someone Like You by Adele: Gale and Katniss
If I Die Young by The Band Perry: Rue and Prim
Heaven by Brydam Adams: Peeta and Katniss
The Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine: Mockingjay in general
The Scientist: Katniss' life
September by Daughtry: Annie after Finnick's incident
Tears of an Angel by Sarah McLaughlin: Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen
G'night you Hunger Games lubbers!
Someone Like You by Adele: Gale and Katniss
If I Die Young by The Band Perry: Rue and Prim
Heaven by Brydam Adams: Peeta and Katniss
The Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine: Mockingjay in general
The Scientist: Katniss' life
September by Daughtry: Annie after Finnick's incident
Tears of an Angel by Sarah McLaughlin: Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen
G'night you Hunger Games lubbers!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
The Hunger Games Challenge: Day 17
Hello! I am so idle today, the teacher who usually hands me a boatload of homework didn't give us a lot, weird right? So I might even get to do three more parts to chapter one of the hunger games. My goal is up to three parts. So today's challenge today is: the worst death.
A lot of people would say Rue but I beg to differ. As much as I love Rue, she didn't have the worst death, instead the saddest one with an honorable memorial. But I think the worst death would probably be Glimmer.
I hated Glimmer so much! But after all, her death was notably horrible. SPOILER ALERT It must've been so horrible to get stung by a tracker jacker. Unfortunately, her death was 't quick nor painless. Glimmer, as a matter of fact, was twitching, her heart was beating but soon slipped to a coma. Venom bloated into her body grotesquely and started oozing green pus. Then exploded. Seriously, that was probably a horrible death.
Also Cato, whose limbs were ripped apart and guts were eaten by mutts.
And Finnick who lost his head.
END OF SPOILERS!
But I seriously think that Glimmer's death was still horrible.
A lot of people would say Rue but I beg to differ. As much as I love Rue, she didn't have the worst death, instead the saddest one with an honorable memorial. But I think the worst death would probably be Glimmer.
I hated Glimmer so much! But after all, her death was notably horrible. SPOILER ALERT It must've been so horrible to get stung by a tracker jacker. Unfortunately, her death was 't quick nor painless. Glimmer, as a matter of fact, was twitching, her heart was beating but soon slipped to a coma. Venom bloated into her body grotesquely and started oozing green pus. Then exploded. Seriously, that was probably a horrible death.
Also Cato, whose limbs were ripped apart and guts were eaten by mutts.
And Finnick who lost his head.
END OF SPOILERS!
But I seriously think that Glimmer's death was still horrible.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Hunger Games Chapter One (In District 8):
When Lacy was born, her mother and father had to seperate due to her father having to be punished for a crime he did not commit. Since his only treasure was his wife and twin daughters, it was best, in the Capitol's mind, that they become separated.
Lacy was probably seven months when she was forced to move into District Eight. She misses her sister and her father and the lifestyle in District Seven. It wasn't much but it was better than District Eight, where fumes were arising the air and no grass was to be seen.
Lacy's checked her watch, one hour until reaping. In her mother's little cottage, she weaves probably the billionth pair of booties and billionth hat. Her mother sewn in little designs on a shirt and folded it on a pile.
"Lacy?"
"Yes?"
"Can you deliver the packages to Mrs. Dawson across the two blocks? Wear a coat so you won't get your pink dress dirty."
"Yes, Mother," Lacy said as she put on a coat and ran to outside to her bike with the package. She placed the package inside the basket and rode her bike over to Mrs. Dawson's cottage. She threw her bike on the ground and retrieved the package. Lacy ran and knocked on the wooden door. An old hag that not a lot of children in the District 8 swung the door open.
"You children are so loud!" she yelled.
"Good morning, Mrs. Dawson!" Lacy said brightly, "Here's your package."
"It's about time, what have you been doing, lolly gagging I suppose?"
"No ma'am, I have not been gagging on lollipops. It's nice to know you care," Lacy teased.
"Smart Aleck are you?" Mrs. Dawson growled, grabbing the package and slamming the door on Lacy's face.
"Nice lady, she is," Lacy remarked, pedaling back home. She passed some people crowding around the town square and heard a boy, possibly Sheldon, an idiot boy, yell, "I LOVE KELLY NAP!" Lacy thinks to herself, Who the hell is Kelly Nap?
Lacy was probably seven months when she was forced to move into District Eight. She misses her sister and her father and the lifestyle in District Seven. It wasn't much but it was better than District Eight, where fumes were arising the air and no grass was to be seen.
Lacy's checked her watch, one hour until reaping. In her mother's little cottage, she weaves probably the billionth pair of booties and billionth hat. Her mother sewn in little designs on a shirt and folded it on a pile.
"Lacy?"
"Yes?"
"Can you deliver the packages to Mrs. Dawson across the two blocks? Wear a coat so you won't get your pink dress dirty."
"Yes, Mother," Lacy said as she put on a coat and ran to outside to her bike with the package. She placed the package inside the basket and rode her bike over to Mrs. Dawson's cottage. She threw her bike on the ground and retrieved the package. Lacy ran and knocked on the wooden door. An old hag that not a lot of children in the District 8 swung the door open.
"You children are so loud!" she yelled.
"Good morning, Mrs. Dawson!" Lacy said brightly, "Here's your package."
"It's about time, what have you been doing, lolly gagging I suppose?"
"No ma'am, I have not been gagging on lollipops. It's nice to know you care," Lacy teased.
"Smart Aleck are you?" Mrs. Dawson growled, grabbing the package and slamming the door on Lacy's face.
"Nice lady, she is," Lacy remarked, pedaling back home. She passed some people crowding around the town square and heard a boy, possibly Sheldon, an idiot boy, yell, "I LOVE KELLY NAP!" Lacy thinks to herself, Who the hell is Kelly Nap?
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