[She comes to check the coliseum. It's only been a few months, but it already feels like an ingrained habit. When she hears new people have arrived, she goes out to the arena and creeps inside. She always means to just look. Just search for someone from home. And she always finds herself disappointed, then angry at herself for being disappointed when she's already been granted Ghoul. She images today will be no different, and she's braced for the bitter taste the unfamiliar faces will leave.
But today the Girl sees red and instead of acid in her throat, she tastes hope.
She runs along the crumbling walls of the coliseum, tunnel-vision for her target. Girl should be more afraid of the creatures here, but she can't feel much but the wild drum of her heart in her chest. She gets close enough until she makes out that the shape of the jaw isn't the angry clench of Val. She could laugh if her chest didn't feel so full.]
Fear
But today the Girl sees red and instead of acid in her throat, she tastes hope.
She runs along the crumbling walls of the coliseum, tunnel-vision for her target. Girl should be more afraid of the creatures here, but she can't feel much but the wild drum of her heart in her chest. She gets close enough until she makes out that the shape of the jaw isn't the angry clench of Val. She could laugh if her chest didn't feel so full.]
Party!