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Supernatural HG 3
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Supernatural HG 3She ends up bumping into Lilith, who had just left Eve's room. Lilith regards Shiloh with an untrusting glare before she moves off towards her room.
Shiloh stands next to Roxy nervously. Her dress was long, much longer than she practiced with. But they had done this for a purposeful reason- she was planning on making a grand entrance. They had curled her hair up and added tons of makeup on her face. She looked beautiful.
Finn stood in line, Waiting. His suit was the same colors as before, so it didn't change too much. He couldn't really care less.
Hayden was almost bouncing off the wall from excitement, the interview sounded amazing. His bowtie almost came off his suit.
Marshal leaned against the wall in line, he wasn't very happy with what his mentor did. His mentor had ripped all of his band-aids off and then put makeup over his scars. As well as tidying up his hair. He felt embarassed, but he did like his suit.
"From District Three, please welcome Derek!" Ceasar shouted and the crowd burst into appluase.
(I know it's Eve first technically but I want to skip over her for a minute.)
Eve felt the pressure heavy on her shoulders of making a good impression and she started to cry softly. A part of her felt like she was going to bomb the interview, then no one would sponsor her, that would make her chances little next to none on survival terms, if she even survived the blood bath.

Standing tall from her place in the backstage shadows, the fae re-examined her long white dress billowing around her like the clouds. Her hands fidgeted at the hem of her dress, smoothing it in places that didn't need smoothing; the entirety of it seemed to be pristinely glowing in the first-light. Despite being indoors, the night air seemed unnaturally cool and composed around her; the shadows wreathing around her arms as she hummed an aimless tune.
The distant roar of the crowds was stifling, but it was easy to paint the illusion that they were somewhere far far away, as natural and as mysterious as the little humming noises she made. Two bright golden earrings the color of honey dangled alluringly from her ears, tinkling merrily with each movement of her head. And despite the unease eating away at her, she murmured quietly to herself "This will be okay. I'm going to do fine. I won't be the one acting nervous; just remember to smile at the crowd." That was what her mentor had insisted on before yesterday; the last day before the interviews. Frankly, the thought of being in one room with hundreds - no thousands of eyes on her was a thought that nearly made her throw up, but tonight, her anxiety had been toned down to a rapidly fluttering heartbeat.
WIP

Fulminare took a shaky breath, allowing for a cool and composed mask to fall over her face, and hide her anxiety from prying eyes. Her gait was graceful, unnaturally so despite having to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness of the stage. The moment she stepped out, she removed the full damper on herself. Beautiful, blinding holy light poured from her being, washing over Cesear, the crowd; her being changed as if a Goddess herself had alighted before them. White wings draped sensually behind her form, and the golden archaic paint graced both cheeks. Her legs were slightly elongated, slender, sexy and fair. Fulminare's commanding aura was only emphasized by the swift rap of her glass heels. Settling down on the chair with a (hopefully) genuine smile on her features, she waved to the Capital crowd; secretly wishing for their blood.
Eve watched Fulminare's preformance, she would be next, the thought terrified her.