Post by Gamemaker Beatrix Alfray on Apr 16, 2019 21:38:58 GMT -5
He finds comfort in Violet's dazed expression, her cotton candy thoughts; and the fact that she smells of lavender and honeysuckle doesn't hurt her case, either. Beryl's a man of expensive tastes, a glutton for pleasure — and if anything, he believes that he has found a companion in the girl. Sure, the odds are stacked against them for this challenge, but he just shrugs it off with a lazy roll of his eyes.
Who cares if their competitors underestimate them? Violet's invitation had been a last minute decision, and Beryl still has more than enough wealth to fall back on should he fail — what do they have to lose? Something, yes, but not everything. He hooks his arm through hers when the challenge begins, ten bodies scrambling for the exits. Rushing doesn't suit him.
"What are you thinking?" And he considers waiting for an answer, truly, but his hypocrisy rears its ugly head. "I want to try the restroom first. We had to wake up so early, I hardly had time to freshen up." He laughs, bright and warm, maintaining the right amount of eye contact. Even the nectar of a venus flytrap is sweet. "We're going to be fast friends, I just know it. Tell me all about your favorite flower as we walk."
Minutes later, they arrive at their destination. He detaches himself from Violet and approaches the mirror, adjusting his hair and smirking at his reflection with pride. "People think these curls are au naturel, but that's a lie. Years of careful grooming are to blame." He turns to face her, fingers still twirling a lock resting against his forehead. "Is it the same for your plants? Or are they born beautiful?"
How wonderful it would be, he thinks — to be a rose without thorns.
Damn, these kids were talking about competition and all and I just thought they were being metaphorical. This really is a competition. Man, I'm not good at thinking - I'm much better at just doing. Planting, cooking, measuring, stitching, things like that. Practical things. I can't do math. Oh god. What if we need to do math?!
I see them all holding their breath when I get paired up - I don't take it personally, I know I'm not the brightest. I still haven't found Baxter, and if that's anything to go by I'm not gonna find these files let alone a solution to Mr Nox's problems.
One collective sigh of relief later and I'm walking through the foyer - at least Beryl seems to take a liking to me. He seems nice, if not a little... full of himself? Maybe all blonde boys look and act the same to me. He's chatty, and I'm not realllly listening, but I've gotta make friends other than Baxter the cat.
"Uhhh, I quite like chrysanthemums. And lavender smells good, uhh...."
I forgot what we were supposed to be doing. Ah, shit-
"Wait, where are we going? The bathroom?"
Maybe he's gotta check his hair in the mirror or something? When you gotta go you gotta go, I guess.
"Is it the same for your plants? Or are they born beautiful?"
"Uhm..." man this kid is weird. Weirdly poetic. Maybe he considers himself a flower. "Plants aren't born they... sprout and grow... and bloom. Duh."
I laugh at the end of that sentence, gotta remember not to be an asshole. I'm already stupid, least I can be is kind. It's all I've got going for me at the moment.
"Aren't we supposed to be looking for files?" I ask, cocking my head to the side and opening up cupboard doors - anything to stop him twirling his hair like a Career boy on camera. This is District Five, not One - no matter how hard the girls at school wanted this sad excuse of a dimly-lit district to be a luxurious destination.
Post by Gamemaker Beatrix Alfray on Apr 17, 2019 14:02:57 GMT -5
He's hardly paying attention — a chuckle here, a nod there. It's not that he doesn't care about what Violet has to say, she's just... not saying anything of importance? Or, more specifically, nothing about him. Yeah, whatever, crystal flowers are nice. And it's already obvious that she likes the smell of lavender. When is she going to say how excited she is to work with him?
"Oh, aren't I silly?" He laughs, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. "You know what I mean. Plants are living creatures, so why discriminate?" Beryl steps back as she checks the cupboards, biting the inside of his cheek when she reminds him of their task. "Yeah, that's the goal. We've got this." He's busy adjusting the collar of his shirt when she tells him to help search, and he nearly scoffs.
Can she not handle this on her own? He's missing out on precious hours of beauty sleep, and the room is small enough for one person to tackle — why can't she take one for the team? He sighs, his heart bleeds. Kindness is a truth that he cannot deny. "Sorry, it's late. I'm a grump." He steps forward, focusing on the mirror once more. Seconds pass, then minutes; he slows his breathing and focuses his intuition.
"Watch this." He takes hold of the reflective surface, flipping it over. Six files are taped to the back, one for each group. "Oh. I can't believe that actually worked." Well, whatever works — they still found it. He takes one and opens it, reading the contents with a bored expression. "This oil well sounds fine, there's nothing in the report that sounds like what Malcolm described."
Dropping the folder in the trash, he takes Violet by the elbow and moves on. "The game room looks fun. If we have to stay awake, we might as well enjoy it." They arrive soon after, and he runs to the pool table without hesitation. Not to play, of course — he pulls himself up and perches on the corner, winking at his companion. "I found the last one, now it's your turn. I'm feeling lucky."
You know what, I take it back. I think I like this kid. He makes some good points - even if they're a little scientifically incorrect. But he's awfully good at finding things, 6 pieces of paper stuck to the back of the mirror appearing like magic on his command. But then again, who the hell puts things on the back of a mirror?
Maybe Mr. Nox knew Beryl'd be staring at himself in the mirror. Good thinking, Mr. Nox. Man, I'm not smart enough to be here. Not if we're supposed to be taking over this whole mess. At least Beryl knows what we're looking for in those files, eyes darting across words a hundred miles an hour.
"The game room looks fun. If we have to stay awake, we might as well enjoy it."
"Huhhhh okay! Lead the way..." I gawp, still so sleepy from being awake at this horrible hour. The adrenaline's worn off, even after I'm dragged out the bathroom by my elbow, and now my head just hurts. It's heavy, and my eyes are stinging - mad that they're not closed. I want to tell my eyes that I'm not happy about this situation either, but eyes don't talk.
Maybe if I took a nice nap under the tabl- "HEY!" I squark, eyes landing on some more papers taped underneath the pool table, "I FOUND SOMETHING!"
I found something?
Good for me!
Waving one hand sporadically to get Beryl's attention, the other peels the files out from underneath their hiding spot and quickly gifts them to my companion.
"Does this look okay? I don't know..." I stress, not sure what to make of the papers. All I know is that when soil gets dry we just redistribute the crops and flowers to a better place. Something about money, and movement, and there's loads of graphs and complicated issues but surely we could save all this time if we just move 'em from A to B...
"I THINK I GOT IT-" there's no time to explain, a simple mind can find the simplest solution and now it's my turn to drag a half-asleep Beryl out of the room and sprint back to our starting point, hands shaking like a mad-woman and yelling a hundred miles a minute.
"MRNOXMRNOXITHINKIGOTITYAJUSTGOTTAMOVE'EMFROMONEPLACETOANOTHER-" and I gasp, completely out of breath, the world spins and falls and there I go with it-
collapsing into darkness, consumed by sleep.
table by darses!
“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”