ᴡʜᴏ: CYBELE KASTEL & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRIBUTE TOWER, LOBBY ᴡʜᴇɴ: SIXTH DAY OF THE GAMES – POST-FIRES, PRE-BOMBING
Cybele didn't have much time for the so-called rebels. In fact, they considered them, for the most part, to be akin to temperamental toddlers – ungrateful little brats that stomped their feet and cried whenever they didn't get their way. There was a reason they'd never had children, after all – and they didn't want to be reminded of those reasons by a group of grown adults. The victors that played along had even less of Cybele's respect – they'd been given everything they had, all their riches and rewards, by the very institution they were now threatening to dismantle. Cybele, for one, had no intention of giving up the luxuries afforded to them by winning the games, just to appease a bunch of greedy children in the outer districts.
So, when they watch the live coverage of the rebels ( quite literally ) setting fire to the city centre, they cannot help but roll their eyes. One, it seemed like a temper tantrum that had gone a step too far. And, two, it was entirely uninspired. Burn down the Capitol by literally burning down the Capitol? Cybele could've done better than that. Bloodier than that. Less painfully on-the-nose than that. Of course, they had to remember that not everybody had the same penchant for destruction that they did – not everybody was as boundlessly creative. Some people were just... well, really boring. And pathetic. These rebels just happened to be both, which made it all the easier to despise them.
"Fucking idiots." They mutter to nobody in particular, blowing out a cloud of smoke from between their teeth. They watch the screen with a face void of any emotion – as helicopters whir overhead to put out fires, people scream and cry and look desperately for their loved ones. When they realise they've caught someone's attention, they elaborate. "They want to prove they're smarter than the Capitol, but they keep running in half-cocked. If you're going to stage an ill-advised coup, at least plan it."
