Cinere was quite the figure. She wasn't imposing, or intimidating, or respectable. She was... quite the figure, however. The gemstone set bowtie fastened into her scruff in the appearance of a scarab shimmered when a bright spotlight hit it just right. It was impressive the light hit her at all, what with all the fog and whatnot. The crowd cheered as the previous tribute exited the stage. Cinere's bright, overly optimistic eyes locked with Rana. "You're up, Mr. Corll." -- Rana couldn't actually see many of the audience members, courtesy of the ever thinning fog that surrounded the pair. Cinere tapped a pile of notecards into a neat stack on the coffee table between the two, made of rough stone and abstract in pattern. A stretched and forced smile pulling at the sides of her face greeted R ana's indifferent deadpan. "Hello, Rana from District 5!" She yipped with exhausting enthusiasm, earning cheers from the crowd. "We're so excited to get to know you before--" Rana decided to tune out the rest of her sentence. Whatever she said, Rana knew what it would sound like to him. And he refused to get unconfident. "So, Mr. Corll. What unique skills or strategies do you possess that you believe will give you an edge in the Hunger Games arena?" Cinere queried. Rana sucked in a breath. "I'm used to relying on myself with nothing to my name." He said plainly. "I'm also good at fighting, I guess." Cinere gave him a strange look at those words. [They don't believe me.] Rana realized, his cheeks flushing from anger. He calmed himself down but his perception of this woman had officially been ruined. "I, uh. Grew up without parents." He said after an awkward moment, realizing the she-cat was silently urging him to elaborate. "So. I can survive without relying on anyone. And. Um. Find food well." He shifted his paw and froze. Cinere sighed rather loudly, and Rana suppressed his tail from lashing in anger. "What's your strategy going into the arena?" Cinere asked, that same horrid, stretched, forced smile making it's way onto her face once more. Rana cringed internally and prepared his answer. "I'm not going to detail fully because I know there are tributes watching. But I have a plan, and I know my limits. I won't overplay myself and get myself killed. That's it, really." He said, surprisingly smoothly. Cinere inaudibly scowled at the response, clearly discontent with the vagueness Rana was providing her. Sundew- or, /Sarin/, clearly outshone her, and being second place to a traitor must be oh so honorable. "If you're not going to elaborate further, lets move onto our final question of the night!" The crowd cheered, but it was faint. "So Mr. Corll, What strategies do you have in mind to adapt to the ever-changing challenges of the Hunger Games, considering your mental state?" Rana's head snapped to the side and he glared at Cinere with a horrified look. "Excuse me?" Cinere looked at him with sickening innocence and curiosity. "I asked, do you have a strategy to overcome the ever-changing arena and Hunger Games in general, with your mental state in mind?" A low growl rumbled from Rana's chest. His eyes were narrowed and his ears were pinned. His tail thrashed from side to side. "Look, I don't care if you're Imperium's special little girl, you have NO right to say that to me. And if you think that you do;" He began, his claws digging into the stone table, sickening cracks ringing through the room as they penetrated through the cheaply made gravel. "Then I promise you, Cinere. I will kill. Every. Single. One. Of those cats. And I will come back. And I will find you, and then I will make sure you treat me with the ounces of /Respect/ that I deserve." He was leaning forward now, teeth bared, shoving his face into a cowering Cinere's. "Because you may /think/ you're special, but believe me, you are not. You're just another capital cat, and I don't /care/ if you're related to Imperium. Tell him to make it as hard as possible while I'm in there for all I care. You do NOT get to underestimate me, and if you dare to, you better /apologize/ when I get back." The two lingered for a moment, Rana towering over the she-cat who was twice her size, before he snorted in her face and stood up. He glanced over at the audience. "Is this what you were wanting?" He deadpanned, their eyes catching the glare of the spotlight. Apparently it was, because the crowd started cheering loudly for him. He wasn't really sure what it was that he did, but good enough for him, I guess. He smirked and stalked off the stage, breaking the illusion in an instant after shoving the curtain behind him. He was pretty sure another tribute gave him a look, but if that tribute wouldn't alive for another week, what did it matter? Game on, Cinere.
I really hope I didn't portray anything incorrectly here, Rana doesn't have a specific disorder he's just very violent and unstable omg this is so edgy scul emogi
