[] — — — [ + ] — — — [] Rahhh this is super rushed, because I wanted to get it done before I forget! I might edit it tomorrow, make it a little longer, and I’ll draw Bria’s outfit soon :) [] — — — [ + ] — — — [] ~ Briseis’ Outfit ~ Briseis’ outfit is comprised of flowing sleeves of light orange tulle that turn red when in the water, the two colours representing her union with Brad, while giving a symbolically bloodstained appearance. Chunky gold jewelry studded with rubies clings around her neck, as gold chains drape down her back and tail. Glitter is smattered across her snout. She’s also wearing a sort of orange eyeshadow, and red rhinestones lay just beneath her eyes. Her orange-tinted glasses are perched atop her head. [] — — — [ + ] — — — [] ~ Interview ~ Cold. That was how she felt. Briseis was rarely cold, with her thick pelt and somewhat heavy frame, but the billowing tulle of her outfit provided little shelter from the biting wind. At least her makeup was on point. Finally, the chopper touched down. It was time. Snow crunched under her paws as she got out and stepped towards the pool before her, its steam billowing into the frosty air. A smile spread across her face. “Hot spring?” She asked to the pilot, looking rather incredulous. “You got a problem with that, princess?” “Oh, I think this’ll do.” Bria dipped a paw in the water. Wonderfully warm. As instructed by her crew she slid into the bubbling spring, and watched as the light orange fabric turned red the moment it touched the water. She barely had a moment to admire it before someone gave a signal, and the cameras began to roll. Was there no further instruction? How would the questions be presented? Unsure of what else to do, she flipped up her orange-tinted glasses, and flashed a grin to the camera. “Why hello there! As I hope you know, my name is Briseis Romero, and I’m going to win the 9th Annual Hunger Games.” Arms resting on the back of the pool, she made sure to keep them ever so slightly flexed. Even under the fur and tulle, her muscles could be seen. “I suppose… oh?” A glimmering bubble surfaced before her. When it popped, the text inside was revealed. Her very first question. “Your engagement to Brad has captured the hearts of everyone. Are you afraid this relationship will hinder your performance in the games?” She blinked. “Okay, well, right out of the gate with that one. Wow,” she chuckled, before shrugging. “Not at all. Have you been paying attention? Brad and I are willing to fight tooth and nail for our love, and we won’t let anyone take that away from us. I’m sure he would agree. Our love makes us stronger, if anything — it’s us against the world, y’know? We’re willing to do what it takes to survive.” The formerly orange tulle was beautiful, clearly a nod to Briseis’ recent engagement, though it’s blood-soaked appearance wasn’t lost on her. She knew what was to come. Another bubble rose, and the next question appeared. “What assets do you bring to the games? Why should anyone sponsor you?” Briseis scoffed. “Oh please, isn’t it obvious? Aside from my superior good looks, magnetic personality, and unbeatable sense of humour, I’m tough. Really tough. Whether in brute strength or mental acuity, I can beat out my competitors in ANY category. Hell, I was born for this. Of course, on top of all that, I’m not boring! Some of those morose idiots think they’re so cool, but you’ll be bored of them by the second day. I’m an entertainer. Hey, I’m not trying to hide it! I have flair, emotional range, a tragic story… and when you see me in action, I’m a war machine. I’m everything you’ve ever wanted, but what can I say? It’s 100% authentic, and I’m here to play the game. What more could you ask?” Bria leaned back and winked at the camera. Next question. Was this the last one? She was on a roll now — and admittedly, she couldn’t help the thrill these appearances gave her. “What is your greatest weakness?” That came out of nowhere. Bria raised a brow. “…My greatest weakness? Sorry, I’m confused — why on earth would would I tell YOU? If I even have one, of course.” Briseis waved a paw through the question, dispersing the incorporeal letters. “Shoo. Dumb question. Next!” She glanced at the cameraman. He shook his head, motioning to wrap things up. Really? So soon? Briseis smiled at the camera once more. “My bad, Panem, it appears we’re out of time! Quite tragic, really. This was fun. I’ll see you soon!” And just like that, it was over. As Briseis was escorted back to the waiting helicopter, she couldn’t help but wonder if that had been too much. All or nothing, right? She, for certain, was in with both feet. [] — — — [ + ] — — — []
