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playeditwell[ Weatherwise, it's not a particularly notable day in District Twelve. The night sky is cloaked in it's usual steely, impenetrable gray and the air has the same chill of a lingering absence.
It's not a practical hour for most when he hobbles to her porch and knocks on the door. He's heard the news earlier in the day, but the timing nor the sobriety sat well with him. While the hour is late, Haymitch knows she's awake and about just as he is. It's a predictability he imagines a child won't change for her-- in fact, it may even enhance the instinct. Impatience gets the best of him and he knocks again, harder, shifting his weight slightly to accommodate the crudely wrapped package under his arm. ]
It's not a practical hour for most when he hobbles to her porch and knocks on the door. He's heard the news earlier in the day, but the timing nor the sobriety sat well with him. While the hour is late, Haymitch knows she's awake and about just as he is. It's a predictability he imagines a child won't change for her-- in fact, it may even enhance the instinct. Impatience gets the best of him and he knocks again, harder, shifting his weight slightly to accommodate the crudely wrapped package under his arm. ]