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Supernatueral HG 2
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Supernatueral HG 27. 7. My performance was worse than I thought. Ophelia thought back to herself in the arena. She had attempted to explode a dummy, but ending up covering her face with ashes. She smiled. At least now my plan for the arena was actually blooming. The problem was she hardly had any alliances. You can't just survive with a battle plan. But who, exactly? She didn't know who to trust because her smart idea on the first day was to talk to no one and sit in silence. Soo smart. Ophelia swam for a little, practicing her backstrokes and thinking about whether or not to approach someone, and better yet who.
Finally, quiet.
No noise, no tributes vying for her attention for one childish topic for another. No shouting, no loud voices. (Yes that was talking about Echo no offense)
Just, quiet.
The rest of the night Adelaide would have been more than content to take for herself; isolate herself in her quarters with a good book and a cup of somewhat decaffeinated tea. She was a wallflower, and honestly preferred rain on her window than the wild company of her fellow tributes. The other male from Two knew it too, and as such, quietly excused himself from her company; an action that she accepted with a small nod. Echo’s boisterous behavior and the adrenaline from her high score had left her feeling more spent than she would admit, and pressure was building up behind her eyes.
It wasn’t helping that her mentor was insisting she go and meet the rest of the Careers to come up with a plan.
Along with that came a dull ache, throbbing incessantly behind Adelaide’s eyes. Great, a migraine. Just what she needed, with the interviews looming quite soon. The very thought of getting on stage in front of dozens, if not hundreds of Capitol citizens made her head spin. Large crowds had always filled her with cold, enigmatic apprehension and a desire to be elsewhere. It was not a habit that she was about to break easily. Too many eyes staring, and the sheer amount of noise was unbearable. It blurred her own senses, drowning out her thoughts in a crushing wave.
Such emotions were, of course, undetectable with the mask that she commonly wore, but lately, Adelaide had been reflecting that these masks, this required way of carrying herself as if she were someone else entirely…it was getting expensive.
The white-haired fae leaned back in the luxurious armchair, allotted to her, her thoughts drifting away from the rich historical novel in her lap. Unease, that was it. A troubled shroud of plain worry tensed her muscles and clouded her mind. And for the fifth time that night, she found her eyes locking with the pearly white rose on her nightstand. It had replaced the one she’d stabbed to the dummy during her assessment. It was a very disquieting notion to ponder; that whoever was delivering these roses was aware that she’d callously thrown the other away. There were eyes in these walls.
She wouldn’t have been surprised if the President had (somehow) gotten wind of her assessment. And score.
Even the book failed to drive the thought from her mind
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Echo huffed as he turned to leave the pool, his eyes catching on Emmie and Chakti. He gave a small snort before leaving.
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