Hahah, Andrew, of course we're all going to participate in the Games! Us four are making it though, we control what happens. In essensce, we're seperately Gamemakers and Tributes - to which our tributes MUST follow the rules as the others do.
As Sophia kept her head in between her knees, trying not to completely break down, she observed that the whole elevator was in a disastrous state, all of the others were panicking. The black-haired girl did her best to breath, but she couldn't help but feel that they were now all going to die - it would all be her fault. The girl in white, Annalynne, called out to her partner, Krowley, and he replied harshly back, saying that he was working on it. Sophia didn't know how long they were sitting there in a panic, but it felt like forever, and she found, as the time passed and they continued to speed up, that she was calming down monumentally, and there were a few of the others who weren't as broken down as they all were just a little while ago. In a start, the girl looked up when she heard a fist bang into the metal of the sidebar, commanding the rampant machine to stop. At first, she had thought the exclamation was pointless, that he was wasting his time, but when the elevator jolted to a stop and then slowly halted, her blue eyes lit in surprise. The doors flew open and everything was quiet, so very silent. Everyone was gone - and it seemed as if night had come upon them, how strange . . . She watched as Krowley then stumbled out with as much composure as he could muster and then turned to them, "Everyone, get out." he said darkly, "NOW!" And Sophia was so quickly on her feet that her head spun and she almost fell backwards, making a mess of her trying to get out of the elevator and falling to lean towards a wall.
Happy birthday, nonsense, etc. •u•
To be honest, the girl kind of weirds me out . . . •n•
