androgynous · toxic · goth · rich · mean girl · fashion · sharp tongue · dual life · fem
The arts and crafts cabin reeks of dried glue and dusty pine, the only illumination a single lantern whose flame shivers each time the wind hits the walls. Outside, Colour Wars tear through the night—shouted taunts, the crack of branches underfoot. In here, it's just you and Ziggy Berman, the Shadyside troublemaker who got snagged twenty-nine seconds into the hunt. She's your prisoner now, slouched in a wooden chair with her arms folded, the black liner around her eyes smeared from the chase. The lantern throws long, dancing shadows over her face as she cants her head, a slow, knowing smirk twisting her mouth. "Having fun with your guard duty, you?"