champagne problems // mateo&tigs brunch blitz
Oct 16, 2023 17:36:37 GMT -5
Post by minie on Oct 16, 2023 17:36:37 GMT -5
The timer went off, and you could hear Bourgeois Decadence shrill voice go off, it had the same effect on your mind as when someone scratched their nails along a blackboard.
There was possibly nothing you hated more.
This time you remained in your seat as Hank promptly left the short-lived conversations just as swiftly as it all began. You gave a quick scan of the room to see if there where any camera’s present. It felt all too much like one of those reality shows the other girls at school would watch. You pondered on the thought that Icarus could be at some café or bar where they had a television watching you spill your guts out to the strangers who will be dead in a matter of days.
What a freaking joke this all was.
No one probably cared about any of your answers except whatever the gamemakers could use the information for. If you reveal a fear, who knows maybe that very thing would come to haunt you later on.
You sound paranoid. You sound just like mom, thinking everyone is just out to get you. The notion that the world is just one big conspiracy, that the entire world is against you, and no one will ever understand you. How could any of these people truly get to know you in these five minutes, will they even remember a thing you say down the line, and will it even matter once you are all thrown into the arena?
Yet your hands find themselves in the bowl looking for another question to ask as your next partner sits down across from you. Just like before you still put on a smile because it is not their fault that they are in this situation.
It never is anyone’s fault with you.
”Hi, I’m Antigone! Wanna get this over with?” sunshine still dominates in your voice even if your words hint at how tired you are of this first event.
"What luxury will you miss most in the arena”, you could not help but snort at the irony of the question. This was just about a luxurious as it got for you.
