INTRODUCTION ; uhhh yeah super nervous about this but here i go :,0 ROLEPLAY ; a low chuckle escaped the darkly-pelted tribute who stood, gaze sweeping the crowd that now stood in front of her. fabric and metal alike pressed against ragnheidr, covering her body and transforming her into something new. a phoenix rising out of the ashes that was her district. but she didn’t believe it to be so. her body was covered in flaming red and orange fabric, chain mail covering the parts of her that weren’t adorned with the blood-colored material that she so despised. dragon-like metal scales coated her tail, as though this armor would protect her from the flashing cameras that surrounded her. could she bring herself to care? could she be that phoenix that everyone wanted? no. because she was just a cat who got chosen. she was normal. she was helpless. and she would not be the victor. “do you like this?” she called to the crowd, glaring around with flames of rage glowing brightly in her eyes. “do you like viewing us as though we’re objects of entertainment? are your morals so corrupt that you just stand by and know that only one of us will survive?” a vicious snarl escaped her, as her paws landed blows against the glass that kept her caged. suddenly she was ripping the fabric that seemed only to be there to suffocate her. her claws glimmered under the lights as she felt her costume fall apart. rags were the only thing left by the time she was done. rags were the thing she and others grew up in, while these pampered cats sat by in their funny clothes and looked down upon the districts as though it were their own fault that they were being treated like unpaid servants. “don’t i look so much better? don’t i look so charming and pretty?” she screamed, voice raw with the power that thrummed through her veins. just recently she had faced down her own district as she got called onto a stage, her face calm and her mind calmer. look at her now. “will this darn me some pity points from you foul beings? she knew there was no hope now, no turning back. while the other tributes smiled and waved, she was there — screaming, destroying, promising to wreak havoc upon the world as soon as she was eliminated. she was irate, hissing and snarling because she knew how corrupt the world was now. “i bet you all feel safe now, don’t you? i bet you all think your lives are perfect. you’re just a bunch of little robots that do the capital’s bidding!” she hurled herself at the glass again, hot tears streaming down her furred cheeks. “IS THIS PROVIDING YOU ENTERTAINMENT? ARE YOU ENJOYING YOURSELVES?” her wrathful words were yowled without a second thought, for she was too enraged to care about making an impression. all she could see were cameras. all she could hear were cats scrambling for the attention of tributes. all she could do to control herself was think about how she wanted the world to know how she, ragnheidr berge, daughter of bjarni berge and sister of runar berge, would make them regret choosing her to become a tribute. she would make them regret everything.
