Julie
She was shocked from her emotion by the boy who looked about her age. He snapped at her, and she recoiled into the couch cushions. Her anger bubbled before giving way to hopelessness again. "Is there ever any way?" she asked in a hushed tone, watching as the old man walked to a corner. "I mean, in the hopeless goddamned world, do we ever get anywhere? All we ever do is live and then die. We work, we-we get through the next day. But for what purpose? I... I-I think it's easier with drugs," she whispered. "Then you feel good for a while."
Turning to yet another blonde, she frowned. "Game... game... This is... a game. But whoever the hell our 'games master' is, he-he's clearly not going to... he's not going to just give us what we want. We'll have to fight for it." She played with her fingers absently, watching as her skin bounced back into place after being pulled. "I don't want to fight. Not anymore. I just wan- I want to go home."
She stood and walked to the old man, twitching her fingers. "Hello," she offered. Seating herself, Julie crossed her legs and took half the cards. "Did you ever build a house of cards? I used to do it with my dad. He would cheat and blow mine down." She let out a laugh, before sucking it back in, glancing over her shoulder. She dropped the cards in a messy pile, heading past the teen boy, giving him a cold, meek stare, towards the fridge. Inside was a carton of milk, and on the bench beside it there were tea bags and a coffee jar. She searched the cupboards for a kettle, but found none. "Dammit!" she hissed, slamming her hands on the countertop. She opened another and found a box of crackers.
Taking them up, she headed back to the couch, struggling to open the foil wrapper. When she failed, she turned to the woman who'd offered her kindness. Holding it out, she smiled weakly. "Could you...?"
Overseer
Well, he thought. This is certainly interesting...
Pressing his fingers together and watching the screen, he smiled to himself as the junkie girl panicked and the prostitute tried to help. He liked the concept of some of the banding together. Made for a fun game, at the very least. The old man was certainly intriguing. He did nothing to involve himself with the others. Did he even recognise that they were there?
And the boy- he knew that he would have a spot of trouble adjusting his behaviour.
The other two were yet to come out of their cells. That frustrated him greatly. It was necessary for all to meet before the games could begin. Already, however, his plans were falling into place.
She was shocked from her emotion by the boy who looked about her age. He snapped at her, and she recoiled into the couch cushions. Her anger bubbled before giving way to hopelessness again. "Is there ever any way?" she asked in a hushed tone, watching as the old man walked to a corner. "I mean, in the hopeless goddamned world, do we ever get anywhere? All we ever do is live and then die. We work, we-we get through the next day. But for what purpose? I... I-I think it's easier with drugs," she whispered. "Then you feel good for a while."
Turning to yet another blonde, she frowned. "Game... game... This is... a game. But whoever the hell our 'games master' is, he-he's clearly not going to... he's not going to just give us what we want. We'll have to fight for it." She played with her fingers absently, watching as her skin bounced back into place after being pulled. "I don't want to fight. Not anymore. I just wan- I want to go home."
She stood and walked to the old man, twitching her fingers. "Hello," she offered. Seating herself, Julie crossed her legs and took half the cards. "Did you ever build a house of cards? I used to do it with my dad. He would cheat and blow mine down." She let out a laugh, before sucking it back in, glancing over her shoulder. She dropped the cards in a messy pile, heading past the teen boy, giving him a cold, meek stare, towards the fridge. Inside was a carton of milk, and on the bench beside it there were tea bags and a coffee jar. She searched the cupboards for a kettle, but found none. "Dammit!" she hissed, slamming her hands on the countertop. She opened another and found a box of crackers.
Taking them up, she headed back to the couch, struggling to open the foil wrapper. When she failed, she turned to the woman who'd offered her kindness. Holding it out, she smiled weakly. "Could you...?"
Overseer
Well, he thought. This is certainly interesting...
Pressing his fingers together and watching the screen, he smiled to himself as the junkie girl panicked and the prostitute tried to help. He liked the concept of some of the banding together. Made for a fun game, at the very least. The old man was certainly intriguing. He did nothing to involve himself with the others. Did he even recognise that they were there?
And the boy- he knew that he would have a spot of trouble adjusting his behaviour.
The other two were yet to come out of their cells. That frustrated him greatly. It was necessary for all to meet before the games could begin. Already, however, his plans were falling into place.