When I walk into my room, one of the avoxes are there. A male avox with bright purple hair, he obviously is from the Capitol. I see him walk off with my fire costume and I nod in thanks. I fiddle with buttons on the wardrobe, trying to make any sense of it. I finally see a fleecy trousers and plain t-shirt, so I just wear those.
I start getting ready for bed in the bathroom when I hear a commotion coming from the room next. It stops after a while so I just ignore it. But it starts up again ten minutes later and I decide to check it out.
I walk outside my door and the noise is instantly muffled, this must be the reason no Capitol assistants or avoxes have come to sort it out.
The door is closed but unlocked, unlike mine. I walk in to see Haymitch with an Capitol assitant.
"JUST GET OUT!" Haymitch screams.
"But sir, you are bleeding a dangerous amount." the man tries to reason with him.
"I DO NOT CARE! AND DO NOT EVER CALL ME SIR, I AM NOT MY FATHER!" Haymitch replies.
"Fine then. Haymitch, we have to give you medical assistance, this amount of blood is not safe."
"I'll deal with it. You can go now." I say, he nods and quickly paces out.
"Haymitch, I thought you agreed to keep sober for us. Not to then get drunk and hurt yourself in the process." I tell him, he mumbles out of earshot whilst I look for a first aid kit. Luckily being a baker's son, I am trained in first aid, just in case we burn or cut ourselves.
I find a kit on one of the bathroom shelves. Once I take it off gently I notice how many full bottles of liquor are around. I take Haymitch in this state to my advantage and pour them all down the drain. He will think the Capitol man did it, perfect.
I walk back out with the first aid kit, just to find Haymitch collapsed in his own foul smelling blood. I swear, the liquor must have found it's way into his blood. I wipe away the blood on his arm and sterilize the cut, quickly wrapping it back up before more can come out. I change him into some pajamas (Just like I did on the train) and tuck him into bed. I get a mop from an Avox down the hall and mop up his blood from his kitchen area (One obviously the mentors have that we do not, probably because of the draws containing an array of sharp knives.).
I leave after putting a note on Haymitch's counter reading:
Haymitch,
Take it easy. You cut yourself in a pretty dangerous place last night in the midst of your wild drinking. A Capitol assistant took the liberty of taking away your bottles from you so this would not happen a second time. I bandaged you myself so it is not perfect, just do not move to hastily the next few days so it does not re-open.
PEETA
I walk the few meters back to my room and go into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up to an alarm, that someone else must have set for me, on the side of my bed and start to get ready. I take another shower and when I walk back out I find some clothes on my bed: Dark brown trousers, a light brown tunic and a pair of black plimsolls. Of course, training day.
I flatten my hair quickly and make my way to the dining area. I walk in and see Haymitch in a hangover picking at a roll.
"Haymitch." I say in his direction, he looks up resentfully.
"What? Come to take more liquor? Well I don't have any thanks to you!" he responds.
"Firstly that was not me. And secondly that is not what I need to talk to you about." this gets his attention,
"I needed to talk to you about keeping your mouth shut about last night to Katniss. I'm willing to forget about last night and keep my mouth shut. But if Katniss finds out about this, she will literally explode. She does not need to be mad on our first day of training, alright, think you can do that?" I ask. He just grunts and nods in response. "Oh, and act sober." I tell him while walking off to grab my breakfast.
I pick things from an array of dishes, I ask for a hot chocolate as well. I end up trying everything, ranging from sausages to purple melon, which is a little to sweet -and bright for that matter- for my taste.
Halfway through my breakfast I see Katniss come in wearing the exact same thing as me. Cinna and Portia are brilliant, but seriously. Can they not think of two outfits rather than just one but in two sizes? We will be the 'matching pair from district twelve!', fun.
Katniss grabs her own dish and hot chocolate and sits down next to me. Whilst eating, she purposefully is trying to avoid my gaze, obviously feeling awkward from the fact she trusted me enough to tell me something that happened, outside of district twelve. Where no one -except for her- dares to go. The penalty being death.
From here I can smell lemons, which is strange because there were no lemons (or anything containing lemon) on the table. This puzzles me for a moment more until I remember a lemon foam being on the shower panel. Katniss must have used that, maybe lemons grown out in the forest? If they do, it probably comforts her. Like the fact I chose the bread scent yesterday. I chose cinnamon today.
Haymitch continues to mumble to himself until I cough and grab his attention, signalling for him to stop mumbling, he only does that when he is drunk or having a hangover. He just grunts, grabbing Katniss's attention, and finally says something "I need to ask you too something." he says. I wonder what non-sense he is going to talk about now. Probably going to tell us to never mix white wine with beer. Rye did once, told me to never, ever, do that.
