AMBROSIA FAE ♔ GAMEMAKER

She'd stepped from behind the grand stage, the auditorium filled with roaring applause- the cheers thundering against her ear drums in a symphonic conundrum. The lights flashed brightly, and blinded her as she clicked heel to polished flooring upon the stage, with wide eyes and a smile that pearls over. It wasn't until Ambrosia was half way to the center chairs that Caesar Flickerman, so chivalrously, gently took her hand into his and guided her to the chair only few feet from his. An exclusive interview with the one and only, a big opportunity leading to future headlines in the Capitol's media.


With little to no hesitation, the interview had begun when Ambrosia had marked it with the kick of her feet. Resting back, she bit the bottom of her lip, crossing her legs and her velvet dress hugged around her figure. A silent tension filled the air as the crowd began to simmer into fading applauds and ecstatic screams. It was not the first time the world had been in the likes and presence of a bombshell, such as Ambrosia. She was no new face to both the fame, and scandal, side of the media.

"It is such a pleasure
to have you back,
Ambrosia!
And I'm sure the crowd
is as ecstatic as I am
when I say that!"

"Well,

It sure is nice to be back,

Caesar."

Her tone was more sharp, coy, than Caesars, and certainly less welcoming. She wrapped the palms of her hands around her knee, unwinding herself from nerves. Sitting next to her chair was a tabletop, a glass of the finest wine full to the brim, a sort-of peace offering granted by Flickerman himself.


The two never made a well plucked pair, very much, and it was signified clear several years ahead.  A clash in the heads and a slit of the tongue, Ambrosia had severed his voice and shut him down quickly at the call, and accusation, of such a scandal. Arranged- forced marriages, and the mention of the widow's late husband since his "passing" had sent her spiraling into defense. It was a real head scratcher as to why she'd found a way back onto Caesar's stage, but she'd be lying if she said it wasn't for the money, and fame, and headlines- though lying was a strong suit.

"So, tell me, Ambrosia-
How is it that such a
young, striking, desirable
woman like yourself
rise in hierarchy so rapidly?"

"When you're remarkably qualified,

upon graduating within top percentile

then offerings, such as so,

are practically screaming your name.

Majoring in
software, biomed. & biomechancal engineering

also add onto such qualifications, as well.

Working on the technical side of previous games,

unseen to the eyes, but helping everything run smoothly,

you move along the hierarchy quite 'rapidly'.

That is if you're not Candace."

Chuckles came from the mouth of a serpent, while laughter roared throughout the tame crowd. Questions came and went, together like obstacles she'd tried hard to get over with the best of her ability. Over the course of the interview she'd grown apathetic, disinterested in his questions and talking more and more of such things she had no time for. ("My time is like money, no room to waste it.") Ambrosia began pouring fresh wine into a crystalline glass she held so carelessly between the tips of her fingers. Caesar sought the opportunity to release years worth of scandal buried beneath the dirt.


Licking her wine doused lips, there was a bitter lingering taste. Ambrosia held the crystal wine glass in her hand elegantly, leaning over the arm of her chair. She patiently awaited the next round of questions to be fired at her like daggers, one's she'd knew she could avoid.

"Now, Ambrosia-
I've heard recently
that you've been involved in
a scandal of sorts."

Readjusting her positioning, her body tenses up just a bit, and a glare replaces the half-assed smile she once held prior. A face marked with the look of genuine consideration was drawn upon.

"Please elaborate."

"Tell us about
your late husband,
how did you surmount to
his 'passing'?"

"That is enough.

Next question."

"How about
the snide rumors
of being a call girl
living on the streets
at only seventeen?"

Skin boiling with a flushed anger, Ambrosia slammed her crystalline wine glass upon the crystal table top. Hoisting a gift of peace, the talk of the old, the reason of such a gift, was brought up to remembrance. Behind the shattering sound of glass, Caesar noticed the sneer coming from the black lipstick. It took all she could to not reach beyond the feet that separated the two, an urge to rip his rutting throat out from where it resided.

"It was a pleasure to be here,

but this interview is over."

Hand covered in the finest wine the Capitol had to offer, Ambrosia rose from her seat immediately. Her velvet dress pooled to the floor, and the silent aura was replaced by the clicking of heels against polished floor, once again. If people had half the wits they would have claimed to hold in their precious minds, they'd know not to play a wrongful hand in her game of cards.

{ table inspiration: shrimp }
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