Eleventh Drink

[wastheexample]

[Maysilee]
[He'd been trying since he got here, and he'd continue trying. She couldn't have just VANISHED, and maybe she was trapped somewhere. Or...lost or...late. He shouldn't care as much as he did, he knew that, but he did. She'd become important, however much he'd like to deny it]

Me again. Look, I know we broke it off, but the Games have changed. Or...we're not in the Games any more, or whatever's happened. Just let me know if you get here, okay? There's all this talk about the future and it's just weird. I'm starting to wonder if everyone around here is crazy, so having a sane person to regroup with would be great.

Just let me know, yeah?[/Maysilee]

[That done, Haymitch has escaped to the roof, staring out at the wide expanse of Paradisa before him. Beside him is a map he'd found in the room with his name on. The filthy room that stank of booze (he didn't understand what the deal was with THAT, either). There had been something marked on the map. A way out, maybe. An edge. He looks at his journal again, unsure, before dictating into it]

So. Do you people just chose to stay here when you can walk out into the big wide world? I don't get why you say you're trapped when there seems to be so many possible escape routes from this place.

Comments

[fishy_go_byebye]

You don't have to be rude about it - your liver hasn't had time to rip into your brain.

[wastheexample]

There's something wrong with my liver?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Probably not yet. Unless you fed it berries you shouldn't be eating, maybe. I did that to a girl, once, and she didn't live me very much for a very long time.

[wastheexample]

...I haven't eaten any berries. Those things are poisonous.

[fishy_go_byebye]

All of them?

[Her tongue must be very lucky.]

[wastheexample]

Most of them.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Just as well, the pits get everywhere. Good luck with the leaving, your toes won't melt off, you'll have to tell me what's beyond.

I wanted to see it, you know.