Antigone, Antigone, where did she know that— ohhhh shit, the Theban clusterfuck. (More like Theban motherfuck, ahahaha she was hilarious. AHEM.) Damn, but that was a tough draw. Bia offered a sympathetic grimace as the woman bared an arm, soft and untoned where her own were all hard muscle. "Dang. Guess popularity has its drawbacks, huh? Nike's lucky she only ended up a sports fiend. Me, all they ever remember is I'm a buff chick, so..." she indicated herself with a half-shrug.