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"and who exactly is this someone?"
She rolled her eyes and sarcastically replied " My granddad, what does it matter?!"
"well I don't know about your granddad but it would sure make me feel uncomfortable if you sent that out"
"Good" she sent it " I like it when your uncomfortable"
"Oh thanks..." I replied sarcastically.
This time a man stepped up to the rope, swinging, missing and landing in the water followed by laughter... well some fake studio audience. The commentator calling him all kinds of names I didn't really understand. There was a buzz in the air. Fading and rising erratically. Panning from left to right. A fly.
"so... how many pictures did you take" I asked
"Dunno really... uh.." she fingered the phone, images whizzing past the screen " fourteen... and Faeda took about fifteenish I think. so there's about thirty I'd say". After another couple of contestants plunged into the water, Klari slowly got up and stood facing me. She then whipped out her phone and took a picture of me before sitting down again.
"What was that for?"
"gotta put a face to the ass"
"what?! Don’t be so disgusting!"
She paused for a second before taking into about of what she said. She then burst out laughing "oh, no... no, no. I didn't meant that!" She settled down as a contestant forgot to let go of the rope, swinging back and forward lifelessly, before losing grip and diving into the murky water below. All I could focus on was the clicks and beeps from the phone. "Safina thinks your cute by the way."
"who's Safina?"
"A bitch... bets she's well jealous" she remarked in a smug tone.
A contestant swung for the platform. A good swing, good speed, good direction. But he slowed upon his approach to the platform. He let go of the rope and slammed chest first with legs dangling over the edge. He desperately tried to pull himself up, but slipped and fell right into the broth, as the commentator called it. Is that all this program is?
"Wait you sent her a picture of me?"
"I sent her both!"
After letting a few more contestants fly by for a quick hinder, I told Klari “you’re lucky I don’t think you’re real, otherwise I would probably be a bit annoyed”
“wait... what? What do you mean, Im not real?”
She looked rather annoyed but all i could do was smile in silence. She didn’t bother combating, just slumped back down in the chair and continued to click away on her phone.
A new game. This time the contestants seemed to be running up a wide slippery ramp. They had to reach the top whilst avoiding large fake boulders and other random objects like fake rubber chairs and tables. All being thrown down by obscure men in red robes and white face paint. The first contestant wasn't so lucky. Scrambled up the ramp and slipped, falling backwards right down the ramp. He got up to try again. Seams your only out if you get hit.
Klari sighed and stretched before turning her phone off and putting it down on the table. She then returned to resting on me.
More contestants. More failings. More fake laughter.
"Why do you want your friends to be jealous?" I asked.
"They're not my friends!" She snapped.
"oh... ok... how come there on your phone then?"
"look, just because you hang out and chat with people doesn't mean you have to be friends with them"
"ok... dose that count for me aswell?"
"what, you..? I dunno, we'll see."
Reality TV game show. Real people being real idiots. One contestant made it up the ramp, good for her. Shame she has to go through to the next round though. More humiliation on the way. But what the hell was I doing? I just let some stranger send out somewhat personal pictures of myself to her 'bitches'. Why wasn't I angry, or embraced? Didn’t even feel proud. I suppose I hadn't really fully accepted the reality of the situation. I felt lighter than usual, like my mind was suspended. I almost felt like I could float. Drift upward without knowing. Nothing seemed real. It was all real. This did all happen. But still felt like there were no consequences to follow my ignorance to this reality.
"Is this what you do then?" I asked. "Drag home unsuspecting strangers, taking odd pictures of them and sending them out"
"hmmm... could do I suppose. But nah, you're the first. The only one stupid enough to follow me home"
"Follow.. strange I seem to remember being dragged"
"Oh yeah..."
Another contestant scrambling up the ramp. Unfortunately he spent too much time focusing on his feet. Ended up running face first into a boulder. He's the lucky one though. Gets to go home.