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A man stumbles through the front door, more off-balance than anything.

Off-balance, and slightly tipsy.

He's waiting, you see. No one likes to bet on District Twelve early - odds really aren't in their favor, never have been, other than a couple damn miracles. But he's got the names of a couple people who could be swayed, if the tributes show promise.

One hasn't already. Thankfully a clean kill, he can send the girl home to her momma looking decent. But the boy, the boy's still in this thing. If he can survive two more tributes, he might be able to get a damn sponsor.

So until then, he can't get blinding drunk.

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So right now, Haymitch Abernathy looks really confused.

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[OOC: As much as I am adoring this, and I am, quite a bit, because I should have gone to bed forty minutes ago, I must bow out gracefully for being able to wake up in five hours for work. I'm gone on a trip this weekend, but will try to tag in when I can, and will return in earnest Monday evening.]

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(OOC: Sleep is awesome, and so are trips out of town - catch you again on Monday!)