—{ Zhulda’s Interview}—

Instructions

—{ Zhulda’s Interview}— Tik,Tok. Tik, tok. The clock in the backstage room ticked loudly as Zhulda looked at herself in a large mirror. She wore a black, sparkly tux similar to the one in her parade. The molly also wore a black rose in her hair and in her tail had many roses clipped onto her fur. Armond sure was talented. Zhulda’s emerald eyes narrowed as she waited for interviews to begin; District one was going first so it was best for her to be ready and confident. Tik, tok. Tik, tok. ‘Oh my lord,’ started Zhulda’s thoughts angrily until she heard a woman's voice cut her thoughts, “Ladies and gentleman, welcome! I hope all of you are having a spectacular day and even a better day after this interview. Please welcome the beautiful miss Zhulda Reign of district one to the stage!” Shocked by the sudden announcement Zhulda gasped slightly but quickly brought herself back to her normal esteem. Grinning, Zhulda elegantly walked on stage as her tail sparkled in the slightly blue light. “Good luck out there,” Whispered Armond from the corner of the curtain with a hopeful sigh. “Hello my Dears!! You all look quite ravishing,” the gray Molly’s accent cut the air sharply as she sat down on a gray cushion, “You look quite stunning as well Mademoiselle.” “Thank you very much,” purred her interviewer with a grin. —{ Best to start from here, mods!! }— “Miss Zhulda,” started Zhulda’s interviewer with a soft smile, “As you see beside you is a large pool of balls, and in those colorful bubbles you will find questions; some may be asked from the districts or even your loved ones.,” Zhulda gulped quietly, ‘I’d rather not have a question like that.’ she thought, no reaction on her face whatsoever. “You may begin.” “Let’s see then,” Purred Zhulda smiling reassuringly to the audience. Looking into the ball pit the she-cat grinned softly and with one claw she popped a dark blue bubble. As she did, a piece of paper landed into her paws gracefully. Zhulda put on her American accent and read, “Do you have a deep feeling of regret and self pity somewhere in that… tall giraffe-like body of yours? Signed, Cyra Mars of District two.” The audience chuckled at the question but Zhulda kept her calm. Or at least tried to. ‘Damn.’ Thought zhulda with a gulp, ‘that’s what I am to others? Well then.’ and with enthusiasm she was ready to reply. “My, what an interesting and well described question. It really depends on if I did anything bad in the past; But if we are talking about what I’m feeling right now, no I do not. All the choices I make are used with intelligence. That’s how I managed to become quite a popular cat. Think before you say anything.” said Zhulda while the audience seemed to enjoy her short explanation. The gray she-cat took attention to the audience as they were eager to hear another question and asked, “Do you want another question? Whatever you say lovely’s.” Purred Zhulda taking notice of an indigo colored ball and poking it with her claw. Clearing her throat, Zhulda read, “Why do you have an accent? Signed, Haine of District eight.” Zhulda was on the verge of laughter but she kept it in. ‘What is going on with these.. questions? Should I even call them that?’ Thought the cat with a huff. “We’ll then,” giggled Zhulda and the crowd laughed with her as she said those words, “Since I’m from France, I grew up speaking French and learning American. As a French person/cat, I’m not going to have a perfect American accent as a lot of cats/humans have. Though I do intend on trying to make my American accent better.” she tilted her head as she finished and smiled with a blink. Looking at her interviewer and the cream pelted Molly seemed interested and Zhulda instantly knew that was a good sign. Onto the last question. Hopefully. “Miss, why don’t you do the honor?” Asked Zhulda to her interview and she gladly nodded as she headed off her seat and next to the ballpit. Looking closely she chose a turquoise bubble and popped it by placing her paw on it. Smiling, she read, “‘Who's your boss if you have one? Do you have to capture someone? Oh that's two questions but this one won't be picked anyway!’ With a smile on the end, signed by Slate Syincon, District Three.” Going back to her seat her eyes narrowed in interest. ‘Crap. CRAP.’ Zhulda squinted, seeming like she was searching for an answer in her head. “I’m an actor so usually my ‘boss’ changes depending on what I’m acting for. I also used to work for my family. My dad was my boss until he took interest in helping me succeed in my career.” She answered and the audience applauded with many cheers. “Now “That was the last question Miss Zhulda will answer!” Announced Zhul’s interviewer with a large grin, “Please give a huge round of applause for Zhulda Reign!” “Thank you, thank you. I hope you all had a wonderful time at my interview.” —{ incredibly rushed and I hate this except for Haine ofc }—