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Wow, that was a lot. I didn't intend for the post to get that long D: I'm sorry!
There were things that Haymitch had never wanted for Katniss, and being on Snow's bad side just for doing what she had to survive was one of them. He thought back to the previous year, the lie that the Capitol had interjected into the Game; two winners. He remembered how absurd it sounded, how he and the other mentors, even the ones whose tributes had already died, didn't like the sound of it. The Games were hard enough to get through as it was, but the one thing they had going for them was that they were straight forward—twenty-four kids went in, and one came out. Altering the rules in the middle of the competition was the first warning sign that no one was safe, and Haymitch should have known that something like this was coming for the Quarter Quell. This wasn't just about Katniss, this was about all of them, everyone in Panem who even though to put a toe out of line.
He wished she would have run away with Gale, he really did. “Yeah, you're welcome,” he replied with a single nod, thinking her smile to be infectious. A smile looked nice on Katniss, made her look pretty and much more human. Haymitch knew that she was tough, but it was refreshing to see that she was still capable of letting her emotions come through. It was something he hadn't done for years himself, and Haymitch hoped that she never lost the ability to connect with others; it would have been a damn shame.
Hearing her answer, Haymitch breathed a sigh. He hadn't thought that anyone would bother to tell her anything, and really, there wasn't much of a story to tell. What had become of his life after the games was nothing to be proud of, and he knew that he should have died. He had already been half-dead when that girl from District 1 threw her ax, but lucky for him, she hadn't anticipated the rebound from the fore field. Haymitch didn't even remember winning.
“It was beautiful,” he said bitterly, speaking of the arena. “They really outdid themselves for the big five-oh.” Haymitch went on to tell her about the sweet-smelling meadow that stretched on for miles, the perfectly blue sky, the lush, green forest and the snow-capped, picturesque mountains. “It was all a trick, though. Every last thing. The mountain was a volcano, killed the whole career pack when it erupted. Everything was poisonous, the food in the forest, the water in the streams, the meadow knocked you out dead if you got too close to a flower. And the butterflies,” he shook his head, skin crawling as he thought of their stings. “The only safe thing was the rain water, and the food from the Cornucopia. At least half of us were dead before nightfall.”
Looking over at Katniss, Haymitch did his best to gauge her reaction. He didn't want to scare her, but she needed to know just how dirty the Capitol was. He continued with his story, talking about how survived by collecting rain water and stealing food from the packs of the dead tributes. Then there was Maysilee, and thought of her death always made him sick with regret. He spoke of the birds, the way their polished beaks had sliced through her neck and how he stayed with her and held her hands as she died. Although, Haymitch left out the Mockingjay pin, assuming Katniss would eventually find out for herself. “After that, it was me and three others. One went down in combat, and the other was,” he sighed, staring into the fire, “eaten by a pack of squirrels.” It didn't sound terrible when it said it out loud, but he had watched the tape during his first interview as Victor and the way those animals tore that kid apart still haunted him.
“That left me and the girl from 1. She caught me off guard, stabbed me in the gut. I couldn't do much but crawl away from her while trying to hold everything in,” Haymitch ran a hand over his face, emotionally taxed from the story. “Before she caught up with me, she lost an eye and there was so much blood between us that I'm surprised we didn't both die from shock. Anyway, she chased me to a cliff, right at the edge and I had turned over on my back just in time to see her throw her ax at me. She missed and it went over the side, but there's a force field there...to keep everyone in line and the thing bounced back, came flying through the air and impaled itself in her head. I passed out after that, but...still a winner, no matter how unconscious.”
The Capitol had done a good job of fixing him up, and not a scar had been left on the outside of his body come time for the interview with Caesar Flickerman. He remembered talking with the blue-haired man about his victory, but everything was so surreal. District 12 finally had a Victor, a child had finally come home, but Haymitch buried himself in the bottle and didn't think he would ever have to look back.
Prim was very clearly on edge and she wrung her hands as she waited for Gale to speak. She hoped that she meant something, that he would still want to be friends. At the moment, he was the only stable thing in her life, guaranteed to be there through everything and now that Katniss was going back to the games, Prim needed someone. Her mother was a good, kind woman, but unreliable and Gale was the only thing keeping her sane while Katniss had been fighting for her life the year before. If she lost him, she didn't know what she would do.
When he did speak, Prim licked her dry lips and nodded. She didn't want him to volunteer, and selfish as it was, she forgot that members of his family could be selected this time around and Gale had always done what was necessary to protect them. Truthfully, the blonde couldn't blame him, but she still hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Forty-eight tributes was a big number for anyone to fight their way out of, and there was no way that President Snow would allow for more than one winner for two years in a row.
Furrowing her brow, Prim continued to listen. She understood what Gale was getting at, and she knew that he couldn't protect everyone even though he wished to. He and Katniss were the same in that respect, and Prim felt useless in comparison. She would never be able to protect anyone from anything, not the way her sister and Gale could. “I missed you too,” she smiled, thin shoulders finally relaxing. “I understand why you would think about volunteering, I was just...upset about the Quell and losing Katniss again.” However, Prim couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed as Gale indirectly called her cute, and smiled in that way of his. She shook her head, cheeks still pink as she met his eyes. “We'll never fight again, okay? We're friends and I—I really care about you.”
He wished she would have run away with Gale, he really did. “Yeah, you're welcome,” he replied with a single nod, thinking her smile to be infectious. A smile looked nice on Katniss, made her look pretty and much more human. Haymitch knew that she was tough, but it was refreshing to see that she was still capable of letting her emotions come through. It was something he hadn't done for years himself, and Haymitch hoped that she never lost the ability to connect with others; it would have been a damn shame.
Hearing her answer, Haymitch breathed a sigh. He hadn't thought that anyone would bother to tell her anything, and really, there wasn't much of a story to tell. What had become of his life after the games was nothing to be proud of, and he knew that he should have died. He had already been half-dead when that girl from District 1 threw her ax, but lucky for him, she hadn't anticipated the rebound from the fore field. Haymitch didn't even remember winning.
“It was beautiful,” he said bitterly, speaking of the arena. “They really outdid themselves for the big five-oh.” Haymitch went on to tell her about the sweet-smelling meadow that stretched on for miles, the perfectly blue sky, the lush, green forest and the snow-capped, picturesque mountains. “It was all a trick, though. Every last thing. The mountain was a volcano, killed the whole career pack when it erupted. Everything was poisonous, the food in the forest, the water in the streams, the meadow knocked you out dead if you got too close to a flower. And the butterflies,” he shook his head, skin crawling as he thought of their stings. “The only safe thing was the rain water, and the food from the Cornucopia. At least half of us were dead before nightfall.”
Looking over at Katniss, Haymitch did his best to gauge her reaction. He didn't want to scare her, but she needed to know just how dirty the Capitol was. He continued with his story, talking about how survived by collecting rain water and stealing food from the packs of the dead tributes. Then there was Maysilee, and thought of her death always made him sick with regret. He spoke of the birds, the way their polished beaks had sliced through her neck and how he stayed with her and held her hands as she died. Although, Haymitch left out the Mockingjay pin, assuming Katniss would eventually find out for herself. “After that, it was me and three others. One went down in combat, and the other was,” he sighed, staring into the fire, “eaten by a pack of squirrels.” It didn't sound terrible when it said it out loud, but he had watched the tape during his first interview as Victor and the way those animals tore that kid apart still haunted him.
“That left me and the girl from 1. She caught me off guard, stabbed me in the gut. I couldn't do much but crawl away from her while trying to hold everything in,” Haymitch ran a hand over his face, emotionally taxed from the story. “Before she caught up with me, she lost an eye and there was so much blood between us that I'm surprised we didn't both die from shock. Anyway, she chased me to a cliff, right at the edge and I had turned over on my back just in time to see her throw her ax at me. She missed and it went over the side, but there's a force field there...to keep everyone in line and the thing bounced back, came flying through the air and impaled itself in her head. I passed out after that, but...still a winner, no matter how unconscious.”
The Capitol had done a good job of fixing him up, and not a scar had been left on the outside of his body come time for the interview with Caesar Flickerman. He remembered talking with the blue-haired man about his victory, but everything was so surreal. District 12 finally had a Victor, a child had finally come home, but Haymitch buried himself in the bottle and didn't think he would ever have to look back.
Prim was very clearly on edge and she wrung her hands as she waited for Gale to speak. She hoped that she meant something, that he would still want to be friends. At the moment, he was the only stable thing in her life, guaranteed to be there through everything and now that Katniss was going back to the games, Prim needed someone. Her mother was a good, kind woman, but unreliable and Gale was the only thing keeping her sane while Katniss had been fighting for her life the year before. If she lost him, she didn't know what she would do.
When he did speak, Prim licked her dry lips and nodded. She didn't want him to volunteer, and selfish as it was, she forgot that members of his family could be selected this time around and Gale had always done what was necessary to protect them. Truthfully, the blonde couldn't blame him, but she still hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Forty-eight tributes was a big number for anyone to fight their way out of, and there was no way that President Snow would allow for more than one winner for two years in a row.
Furrowing her brow, Prim continued to listen. She understood what Gale was getting at, and she knew that he couldn't protect everyone even though he wished to. He and Katniss were the same in that respect, and Prim felt useless in comparison. She would never be able to protect anyone from anything, not the way her sister and Gale could. “I missed you too,” she smiled, thin shoulders finally relaxing. “I understand why you would think about volunteering, I was just...upset about the Quell and losing Katniss again.” However, Prim couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed as Gale indirectly called her cute, and smiled in that way of his. She shook her head, cheeks still pink as she met his eyes. “We'll never fight again, okay? We're friends and I—I really care about you.”
Edited the dad in.
Hope it was okay that I just jumped in. If there's a posting order, please let me know! I've never done a group RP like this before.
It had been an unintentionally long night. What should have been a few drinks with her brother at the local dive bar had turned into an all night conversation about everything from work and love, to bits and pieces of a recent case he had been working on. Gabrielle hadn't meant to let it get so late, but it had been quite some time since she had spent any time with Greg, and a night off didn't come often enough for either of them—the blonde would take what she could get in terms of quality time. This wouldn't be the first instance of only catching a few hours of sleep before work, and it wouldn't be the last. Gabrielle had already settled into the old routine of a cold shower, a certain toxic-colored soda and black coffee; the last of which she carried with her on the way to the station.
The walk to work was a relatively short one, and Gabrielle was halfway done with her coffee as she entered the station. There was a distinct smell of bacon in the air, and the blonde paramedic realized that she was hungry as she headed toward the locker room. Obviously, a liquid breakfast wasn't going to cut it and Gabrielle was thankful that someone, probably Alex, had cooked. Wanting to get out into the kitchen, Gabrielle stored her bag and some street clothes in her locker and tossed her now empty coffee cup in the garbage on her way out.
“Yeah, Sean, how was your break?” Gabrielle asked, rounding the corner just in time to hear Elise asking. She hadn't even realized that Sean was back already. “Do anything exciting?” She grabbed a plate and scooped a portion of the eggs onto it and snagged a few slices of turkey bacon. Unlike the others, Gabrielle didn't mind the health-conscious alternative. Still listening, Gabrielle went and took a seat with Colin and offered him a smile, “morning,” she said, before digging into her breakfast.
The walk to work was a relatively short one, and Gabrielle was halfway done with her coffee as she entered the station. There was a distinct smell of bacon in the air, and the blonde paramedic realized that she was hungry as she headed toward the locker room. Obviously, a liquid breakfast wasn't going to cut it and Gabrielle was thankful that someone, probably Alex, had cooked. Wanting to get out into the kitchen, Gabrielle stored her bag and some street clothes in her locker and tossed her now empty coffee cup in the garbage on her way out.
“Yeah, Sean, how was your break?” Gabrielle asked, rounding the corner just in time to hear Elise asking. She hadn't even realized that Sean was back already. “Do anything exciting?” She grabbed a plate and scooped a portion of the eggs onto it and snagged a few slices of turkey bacon. Unlike the others, Gabrielle didn't mind the health-conscious alternative. Still listening, Gabrielle went and took a seat with Colin and offered him a smile, “morning,” she said, before digging into her breakfast.
Interested in playing Selina! This sounds like a lot of fun and I've been looking for a Batman RP for quite some time.
I'll take the dad and edit his CS into Andrew's CS when I get the chance.
Normally, Allison had the sense to keep her composure and not make a situation worse than it should have been, but the way that Samuel was looking at her made Allison want to hit him. She was no stranger to defending herself, and although she doubted that the Amish coward would do anything more than glare at her, she was still prepared and ready to act. The oath to do no harm didn't count when it came to someone like this, a man who had the nerve to act as though she and Torsten were just as horrible as those men who had tortured and killed Mary. God had very little to do with any of this the young doctor thought Samuel was a hypocrite for even insisting that he and the others had been helpless to do anything. Allison may not have been able to save Mary, but at least she had tried.
“You and your God” Allison began, glaring back at the man when Torsten stepped between them. Having the Finn there was the best thing about the situation, because the things she could have said didn't need to be heard by anyone, no matter how angry she was. Her shoulders slumped and she relaxed some, but continued to exchange scowls with Samuel.
Thankfully, the man left, agreeing to get her some hiking boots from the store. Secretly, she appreciated his courtesy, but doubted she would be able to thank him for it. The way Allison saw it, this would make them even and Samuel already thought she was a godless person, so her manners (or lack there of) should have been expected. She shook her head and leaned up against the barn, watching as Samuel made his way back up the road.
Now that he was gone, Allison started to relax, but was surprised all over again when Torsten took her hand. They were still stained with Mary's blood, sticky-feeling and dirty, but he didn't seem to mind. She smiled softly at his words and gave his hand a squeeze in return, her own feeling small and safe clasped in his. “I'm glad you're here too,” she said, now crossing her arms over her chest for some sort of comfort. “What you did back there, you saved us and I don't care what that guy says, you did what needed to be done.”
She cared very little for Samuel's peace being disrupted. Her own had been disturbed as well, but she supposed empathy didn't exist within the Amish community. Allison was very worried about the next part of their hike—if the criminals would be following them, what they would encounter on their way to Portland, and distantly, whether or not there was still a Portland to get to. The brunette would be able to calm down when all of this was over, when she was back in her element at the hospital and doing her job.
Brushing her hair back from her face, Allison looked to Torsten. “We should take the deputy's gun,” she suggested, not understanding that it might not work, just as cars and everything else seemed to have failed within the last twenty-four hours. “I want to be ready, just in case.”
“You and your God” Allison began, glaring back at the man when Torsten stepped between them. Having the Finn there was the best thing about the situation, because the things she could have said didn't need to be heard by anyone, no matter how angry she was. Her shoulders slumped and she relaxed some, but continued to exchange scowls with Samuel.
Thankfully, the man left, agreeing to get her some hiking boots from the store. Secretly, she appreciated his courtesy, but doubted she would be able to thank him for it. The way Allison saw it, this would make them even and Samuel already thought she was a godless person, so her manners (or lack there of) should have been expected. She shook her head and leaned up against the barn, watching as Samuel made his way back up the road.
Now that he was gone, Allison started to relax, but was surprised all over again when Torsten took her hand. They were still stained with Mary's blood, sticky-feeling and dirty, but he didn't seem to mind. She smiled softly at his words and gave his hand a squeeze in return, her own feeling small and safe clasped in his. “I'm glad you're here too,” she said, now crossing her arms over her chest for some sort of comfort. “What you did back there, you saved us and I don't care what that guy says, you did what needed to be done.”
She cared very little for Samuel's peace being disrupted. Her own had been disturbed as well, but she supposed empathy didn't exist within the Amish community. Allison was very worried about the next part of their hike—if the criminals would be following them, what they would encounter on their way to Portland, and distantly, whether or not there was still a Portland to get to. The brunette would be able to calm down when all of this was over, when she was back in her element at the hospital and doing her job.
Brushing her hair back from her face, Allison looked to Torsten. “We should take the deputy's gun,” she suggested, not understanding that it might not work, just as cars and everything else seemed to have failed within the last twenty-four hours. “I want to be ready, just in case.”
It was fine! I didn't notice anything rusty about him.
I'm not saying it needs to be changed. I'd just like a say in the characters I'm going to playing whether they're NPC or we're going to be splitting the mother and father. Unless you wanted to play the rest of the family, which I didn't think would be very fair to you.
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