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[fortherefreshments]

[ There is video for only a moment: a glimpse of trees and a forehead before the mode is quickly switched over to an audio setting. Aside from some minor shuffling noises and pages turning, it's quiet.

Then comes the emphasized groan. ]

Guess I'm overdue for a new pain in the ass.

[ It's a voice that can best be described as a derisive growl. Dry. Sobriety will do that to a man. Though he is speaking to himself, his words are clear enough to suggest to any that have half a brain about them that he is very aware that he can be heard by others. How many, where they are and, of course, their intentions...well, that's all something he's going to have to fish for.

He knows all too well that this is how these games work, after all. ]

Player Name: Rae
Are you new?: Y
Character Name: Haymitch Abernathy
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

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[fortherefreshments]

[ His voice is distant, as if he has made no effort to pick the thing back up. ]

And you are?

[shenevermisses]

My name is Clove. I was the female tribute from District Two in the 74th Hunger Games.

[It's very rote. She's reciting, doing what she can to separate herself from the Games. Those Games. That death. It's fact. Nothing to haunt her, nothing to dream about while she is still awake.]

[fortherefreshments]

[ Against his two, then. Interesting. ]

Bad luck.

[shenevermisses]

This place isn't all bad.

Like the Capitol while the Tributes prepare for the Games. Free food, nice accommodations... while the people in charge just wait to see blood.

[fortherefreshments]

[ Right. If there's one thing he hates more than generosity, it's the kind that comes with a price. ]

And if you disappoint?

[ He's curious, for the sake of consequences and to see if this girl really does have any bite to her. ]

[shenevermisses]

You die.

Only to come back a week later with a limb or sense or memory missing or something else that doesn't work right.

Don't even get to escape in death.

[fortherefreshments]

[ Consequences, at least, that reflect only on one person. That makes all the difference. ]

Still handy with those knives, I bet.

[shenevermisses]

They've kept me in practice. They have a lot of "missions" they ask for volunteers for.