she's not what you think, she's an actress // xaa&luna

I have maneuvered my way through different stations. Always finding my way to the ones that would shine a positive light on my skills. Never getting too close to the ones that could expose me for the fraud I was. Perception was key, you did not have to be good at much, you just needed to present yourself in a manner that made it seem as if you were good at everything. Keep things general, never delve deep into a topic you only know the basics off. However, make sure you know the basics of absolutely everything. It really was not all that difficult if you thought about it.

Today, I found myself at a station I knew more about than the others. Edible and medicinal plants. Unfortunately for me, I was more acquainted with plants that would send you on a trip into space and the Jurassic time period than the ones that would do you any good. Although, one could argue that what is good for you is also only a matter of perception. I personally advocated for the use of hallucinogens, the clarity they could provide was astounding. The amusement they could provide was even better.

Magic mushrooms and Mary Jane were all good and fun, but they would not be the kind of toxins that would solve any of my issues. At this point even if I wanted to try my hand at a combat station, my body would never survive. I wondered just how much longer I would be punished; how much longer would I have to suffer until I would be ready to face the music. The copious amounts of alcohol provided by the capitol did hep minimize the shakes and the cravings. Nothing like a few shots of whisky to accompany your coffee in the morning. The only craving that I was able to subdue.

I tipped away at the screen recognizing the different plants presented to me. Death cap was displayed. Automatically I clicked away at poisonous. Nasty little things those were, if I were to have a preferred method of execution it would be those. The people I surround myself with could easily be fooled into thinking it was just your average party favor, they would not be able to tell the difference until they were dead. Murder without ever having to spill any blood, that was the way to go. Who would ever trace it back to me?

I smile under my breath as I continue my game of friend or foe with the mushrooms, unaware that I had company.