beauty in all its {forms} // amethyst and adessia blitz
Jan 1, 2017 0:45:09 GMT -5
Post by esther kim d3 {lance} on Jan 1, 2017 0:45:09 GMT -5
Another Games had come and gone.
From her viewpoint, it was another success. Capri had been chosen as one of the Heads this time around, and as such she had gotten more opportunities to display her talent. Her hellcats had featured yet again, under the control of one of Capri's co-heads of all people, and with its appearance came another body to the slowly increasing pile that the deadly feline mutts had racked up since she had started.
The Hammerfell boy had made three. Three lives lost directly to her creations, her doing.
Even the swift butchering of the yeti mutt she had directly controlled - a first for the junior Gamemaker - did little to mar her elation at that fact.
But now the Games were over. The staff had packed up their bags for the break period before the upcoming quell, leaving the usually lively headquarters eerily silent.
Not that she minded, really.
She lets out a sigh of contentment, sweep done for the year.
One day, this would all be hers to run.
She makes her way over towards the coat rack, but before she had so much as taken three steps in that direction, a glimmer of light flashed into the corner of her eye.
She paused, perplexed, before slowly turning her head towards the source, which was emanating from the stylist's hall.
"Coulda sworn I shut all the lights off..." she muttered, before changing course and making her way over towards the hall.
Closer inspection revealed the light to be originating from a single room - "Figures," came another mutter - and with a huff of annoyance, she continued until she was standing directly outside the room.
The door was ajar, and Amethyst peered inside. Much to her surprise, the room was occupied - the tattooed form of one of the newer stylists plopped down in a chair.
What's she doing here at this hour?
She cleared her throat, confusion only growing by the second.
"Uhm, Miss Silvester, you do realize what time it is, right?" she said, voice echoing her thoughts.
From her viewpoint, it was another success. Capri had been chosen as one of the Heads this time around, and as such she had gotten more opportunities to display her talent. Her hellcats had featured yet again, under the control of one of Capri's co-heads of all people, and with its appearance came another body to the slowly increasing pile that the deadly feline mutts had racked up since she had started.
The Hammerfell boy had made three. Three lives lost directly to her creations, her doing.
Even the swift butchering of the yeti mutt she had directly controlled - a first for the junior Gamemaker - did little to mar her elation at that fact.
But now the Games were over. The staff had packed up their bags for the break period before the upcoming quell, leaving the usually lively headquarters eerily silent.
Not that she minded, really.
She lets out a sigh of contentment, sweep done for the year.
One day, this would all be hers to run.
She makes her way over towards the coat rack, but before she had so much as taken three steps in that direction, a glimmer of light flashed into the corner of her eye.
She paused, perplexed, before slowly turning her head towards the source, which was emanating from the stylist's hall.
"Coulda sworn I shut all the lights off..." she muttered, before changing course and making her way over towards the hall.
Closer inspection revealed the light to be originating from a single room - "Figures," came another mutter - and with a huff of annoyance, she continued until she was standing directly outside the room.
The door was ajar, and Amethyst peered inside. Much to her surprise, the room was occupied - the tattooed form of one of the newer stylists plopped down in a chair.
What's she doing here at this hour?
She cleared her throat, confusion only growing by the second.
"Uhm, Miss Silvester, you do realize what time it is, right?" she said, voice echoing her thoughts.
brad bradford ★ d5b [arx]
