forum “What’s your greatest fear?” // 5/5, closed // Stalkers welcome!

Started June 19, 2023 by @the-void-phantasmic language

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Tseth jolts awake fairly early. The last night he had finally passed out in almost pure exhaustion from not sleeping. But that may have been more of a curse than a blessing. His sleep was only plagued with nightmares.
He looks around his room. Same thing every day. Change of clothes, and unexplainable food that he was frankly curious as to where they got it. He sighs. He had been silently protesting wearing the clothes provided by the staff—but by now he was getting tired of wearing his military clothes. No matter how much he preferred them. He discards the weapons he had grabbed from the storage room onto the bed and changes out of his uniform into the plain T-shirt and jeans provided. He hated it already. He silently tucks away his weapons once again.

Blaze simply just. . . opens her eyes. She'd slept in her uniform after hiding her knives and weapons, so it would be easier to escape.

She digs through the pile of debris in one corner in her room - that's where she'd stashed the contraband - and tucks everything into secret pockets and secure pouches with a satisfied chuckle, before walking over to her door and knocking politely.

Nobody had bothered to come fix the room, which was fine with Blaze.

"Hello? I'm awake and ready to be let out of this dreary room," she calls out.

As if on cue, Sylvia opens Blaze’s door. “Head to the main room, then. The first competition is tomorrow and I’m sure you want more information.” She then moves on to the other doors, opening them and saying pretty much the same thing.

Daphne sits up when Sylvia opens her door, rubbing her eyes and mumbling to herself. Her hair is an absolute train wreck by this point, and she’s clearly extremely tired. She looks around, drags herself out of her bed, then smooths the wrinkles out of her clothes. She yawns and stretches, then walks out of her room, not even bothering to eat or change.

Blaze turns in Sylvia's direction and waves politely.

To Sylvia's eyes, it would look like Blaze was politely ignoring how she looked when in reality Blaze just couldn't see her.

"Good morning," she says, following after the woman.

Salmook yawns. He's been sleeping, yes, but it hasn't been very… restful.
He shots a sideways glance at the new clothes pile that's been left for him. He doesn't even have the motivation to rip them to shreds, and even if he did, what good would it do? Still, he refuses to change clothes. He hasn't really been bathing either, and he smells a lot like what he's been eating. Fish, mostly. Not that Salmook minds.

Tseth fixes his hair and decides to re-do it in the original style it was when he had arrived here. When he finishes, he walks over to the door and knocks on it. He was tired of trying to fight against the “curfew” already. Well, almost. He had a small idea, but as of now he hasn’t had the chance to test it out.

Sylvia opens Salmook's door, then opens Tseth’s door. She watches them all for a moment, then silently heads towards the main room.

Daphne leans against the wall, closing her eyes for a bit. She seems to be nodding off a little, jolting herself awake suddenly. Fucking hell- She buries her face in her hands for a moment, then sighs and walks to the main room.

Salmook steps out of his room, glaring at the jabby-girl. He's grown to hate her more as the days went by. What was she so uptight about? She wasn't the one getting poked at all day. He snorts at her as he walks past and into the main room. At least he'd be able to see Tseth-friend again. That was one of the few positives of being here.

Tseth pokes his head out the door, checking to see if anyone was in the hall before walking into the main room. He doesn’t say anything—just moves to the wall and leans against it.

Daphne sits down in one of the chairs closest to Tseth. She props her chin on her hands, staring blankly at the wall.

The unnamed man walks into the main room, looking around at everyone. He’s clearly in a bad mood. He moves behind some of the chairs to get to the middle of the room, pausing to hit Daphne in the back of her head with a book. ”Wake up.”

”Ow-” Daphne flinches and quickly looks behind herself, wrapping her wings around herself. She stares up at the man for a few moments, clearly scared of him, then stands up and backs away a few steps. “_Sorry-”

The man rolls his eyes and walks to the center of the room, setting his book down on one of the tables.

Tseth growls at the man. He wasn’t in a great mood himself, and he was about five seconds from killing the staff member in front of everyone himself. But he restrains himself, and instead walks up next to Daphne. He almost puts a hand on her shoulder, but decides against it. He just stands next to her, looking fairly pissed off while staring at the staff member. The staff member better have something good to say, or else he won’t leave this room alive.

Daphne looks up at Tseth, edging closer to him. She looks back down at the ground, still wrapped in her own wings.

The man crosses his arms and looks around at everyone. “So, you all should know that tomorrow’s the day of the first competition. Which means I have to tell you about it.” He narrows his eyes at Tseth, then continues speaking. “Basically, there will be a list of questions, and each one is worth a certain amount of points. Every column on the list is a different category, and every row is a different amount of points. You get to choose which question you want to answer, but if you get it wrong, no points will be earned. Once a question is chosen, it’s no longer available to answer again, regardless of whether you answer correctly or not. Also, as we’ve all stated before, there will be no teams. Don’t go helping your friends with the competitions, even outside of the competitions. Got it?”