homeless > game suggestions?

[recoils]

So let's get this straight.

You want to thrust me back into a game, yes? Where I'm not going to be in control of my life. Where there are going to be "events" that will greatly affect my life, often likely to thrust me into situations where I have to deal with people I probably don't even like. And where there's no winning...it's never ending.

And you think this is a good idea, why?

It's good you haven't found a place yet. It'll give you time to think this over thoroughly.

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[haveasugarcube]

And I'd have thought you'd just want any place that had a bar.

[Pause.]

Sweetheart.

YOUR PB I CAN'T SCREAMING

[recoils]

I would. My game maker, not so much.

(eyebrow raise)

Sweetheart?

RDJ WAS ALWAYS HAYMITCH IN MY HEAD, NGL

[haveasugarcube]

I was being cute. [He's good at that.] I could teach you, if you wanted.

[recoils]

((ooc: yes ugh i love how haymitch is describe as having dark curly hair and grey seam eyes, and handsome when he was young. THE LOGICAL THIS IS TO USE WOODY HARRELSON!!!!! sob))

Cute isn't really something I've ever aimed for. Brash has always suited me better.

[haveasugarcube]

How's that working out for you, Hamitch?

[recoils]

Just swell. I've gotten this far, haven't I? Got some great sponsors for the two kids, so some have clearly been charmed by me.

[haveasugarcube]

I'd actually say they were charmed by Peeta, come to think of it.

[recoils]

But I still had to make the deals.

[omnomnomnomnom]

Sounds more like a soap opera than a game to me. Whole different audience to appeal too.

I'm sure you'll do fine.

[recoils]

She hasn't even found a game to put me in. I'm not sure how I feel about the ones she's looked over either. the safest is one with ducks, but then there was one...Discedo I think it was called, that has her in a tizzy.

[stillplaying]

Because they're Gamemakers. We exist for their enjoyment.

[Duh, Haymitch. You should've known that already.]

[recoils]

She lets me drink all I want. I had a hope that she would be different. (point in case, he's going to take a long drink from a bottle) I was hoping she'd be easy to please. She's not quite Capitol, so I didn't think her gamemaker gene would be dominant.

[stillplaying]

Neither's mine, but that didn't stop her.

[But she didn't put up much of an argument once finding out Rue would be there. She couldn't. Not after failing Rue the first time.]

What's she looking at?

[recoils]

Am I correct assuming they're all like this, then?

(Haymitch doesn't have that. Someone to hope for, unless he thinks back to a lifetime ago, but he doesn't dare. He's done so much to try to forget, trying to remember, or worse, having all of it come back would just make matters worse. Even if he was given a chance to have all his family back, everyone he ever loved, he wouldn't take it)

Discedo. Ad this duck place.

[stillplaying]

Yeah. All of them. And she knows those games. Maybe I'm there. There's lots of me to go around it seems.

[How the Capitol citizens, how the rebels, would've loved that. More of the Mockingjay for everyone.]

[recoils]

Are they decent? (woop woop hold the phone now this is the first he's heard of multiples) Clones?

Where are you-you?

[stillplaying]

Think ours are the only Gamemakers out there? [But it's said softly, sadly almost. All she wants is to be left alone in District 12.]

She thinks they are. I'm in Luceti. It's... [Like being in the arena all over again. Knowing those Malnosso are other there watching, just waiting to conduct their experiments. Their games.] Rue's there.

She wants me someplace else though. But not alone. [Eyeroll.] Apparently she doesn't think I'd do well alone.

[amenity]

Hopefully your mun realizes there is only so much you can do while in a constant drunken haze.

[recoils]

Would you like to see him trying to sober up again, Eff?

[bearings]

( well way to freak her out but it doesn't sound as bad as the games at least. )

I had always thought most situations were with people you don't like. ( on account of not liking most people. )

[recoils]

Annie. (that sobers him up a bit, because while he normally is brash with everyone, Annie is...delicate, and he, as so many others has taken pity on her, and truly wishes there was some way to make her better. There's a bond victors have, after all, unbreakable and whatnot)

Very true. But I tolerate some better than others.

[bearings]

( she's guessing that's her, and there are worse things to be than simply tolerated. she could be entirely disregarded like johanna makes her feel at the best of times. haymitch is preferred company to many of the victors she's met. )

Perhaps they'll be there.

[recoils]

(johanna is...johanna, really. she can't help the way she is, it's her way of coping, like his drinking, and the morphlings addictions. Haymitch has come to the point where he doesn't judge anymore)

Perhaps. (He reaches out, slowly, and brushes a piece of hair back from her face)

How are you today, Annie?