#interaction : 01

[mayapapaya33]

Awww Grog brought Percy a present! That's so cute. And it's a very Grog present of a smashed-up pocket watch which is actually very thoughtful of him because Percy will enjoy fixing it. This is adorable I am a wreck.

[larrystylinsontweets]

01/04/2011

@LucyJDavis: @Harry_Styles bad news @Louis_Tomlinson is breaking up with you :'( x

@Harry_Styles: @LucyJDavis that better be a joke.. Haha

[c0exiist]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: the civic center

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: evening

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @nazlixelmas

It was a given that Desmond would show up to the charity event as he was on duty to watch over Ishika. They had a mutual understanding that he wasn't going to watch her like a hawk closely, but instead at a distant. He didn't trust the public spaces that they were in, especially high profile events such as this. However, he also knew that since majority of the powerful players were present, their security detail were probably thinking the same thing as him. Therefore, it was a fair compromise to let her do her thing, so as long as she stayed within the vicinity and kept him posted on a regular basis.

He wouldn't consider this leisure, but given that it was for a 'good' cause, Desmond decided to scope out and observe what's out there. Dark hues narrowed in on a familiar face waiting patiently for her turn at the bar, but given how greedy some of these people are they were cutting through the sides to have their turn. Approaching Nazli's side, the bodyguard greeted her with a smile and asked, "What are you thinking of getting?" He then helped guide her to the front of the bar while genuinely complimenting her look for the night, "You look stunning by the way."

[eatabug]

who : ashton ryder ( @ashryder ) where : beau & tadhg's room / afterglow compound hospital

❝ well, i would say it is a pleasure to see you again, mr. ryder, but i truly do wish it could have been under different circumstances. ❞ there is an almost unnervingly saccharine smile plastered to his lips as felix addresses the younger man, the first words uttered to announce his presence in the room. it is pure chance that he happened to stumble upon him here, in the hospital wing of the compound of all places. the doctor had wanted to observe the progression of symptoms in the worst of their patients firsthand, and this, the very first room he'd been directed to. he doesn't address the individual sitting in between ashton and the bed, instead keeping his gaze locked on the blond as he enters the room further.

❝ this is a friend of yours, i presume? ❞ felix asks. under normal circumstances, such casual pleasantries would be of little interest to him, but there is value in this small talk. they're starting human trials on the antidote soon ; the doctor is looking for viable candidates. ashton ryder has always been a particular fascination of his and, it should be noted, a thorn in his side. his disdain for the vision here at afterglow has lost them so many opportunities for advancements in the field of medically beneficial mutation. well, it seems only fitting his loved ones might reap the consequences of such a refusal. imagine what his healing capabilities could mean for those suffering if only he could manifest it in a marketable way.

❝ at the market when the swarm hit, no doubt. ❞ felix steps closer, one hand resting on the foot of the hospital bed where a young man rests fitfully. he shifts his gaze now, observing him instead, even as he continues to speak to ashton. ❝ tell me, i heard rumor you were there, too. is it true? i can't imagine anyone would have made it out of such a horrific event unscathed. ❞

[wxrmhcxrt]

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁! ⸻ at jihoon's party.

era fato que danbi possuía um paladar infantil, então a bebida suave que tinha em mãos, feita praticamente de frutas vermelhas e um pequeno nível de álcool, foi a melhor escolha que podia ter feito, o que teve certeza assim que o gosto levemente cítrico, porém doce, atingira seu paladar. — nossa! isso aqui é uma delícia! você já experimentou? — sorveu um pouco mais da bebida, deixando um misto de empolgação e satisfação transparecer em sua expressão facial ao que ergueu o rosto para encarar muse.

[cfcrossfire]

closed starter for @nicobarone location: nico's office

There was tension in the air. Hushed whispers behind closed doors. Everyone seemed on edge, one eye constantly looking behind the shoulder. It was time for a new era, only it didn't feel like one. At least not for someone like him. Someone who'd seen that side of humanity way too many times than most. It felt more like the return of dark times. Times, in which under different circumstances he might try and claw his way out from, but there were very few things tethering him to a life outside of The Family. The things he wanted to keep safe and doing so was only possible if he didn't make enemies among his current friends.

Thoughts raced inside his head, pressing against his skull and birthing a numb pain in his temples, as he walked down the long and narrow hallway leading to Nico's office. These days being called felt more like being summoned and it brought unease to most, but not Eli. Perhaps there was some truth in the saying that survivors were a dangerous breed. Once facing death made someone fearless. Soft knock before he opened the door and stepped inside. "You wanted to see me?"

[drekkavac-moving]

║▌ @vintertsarn.    gets  a  plotted  starter  from  young!anya. 

Up  until  this  point ,    all  of  Anya's  training  with  the  Winter  Soldier  had  been  safely  tucked  away  at  the  same  base  she  had  spent  most  of  her  life.  The  only  exception  being  for  the  less  than  a  month  timespan  just  after  she  was  born.  As  far  as  they  were  considered ... They'd  never  had  any  life  outside  of  that  base  tucked  safely  underground.  But  now ,    now  she  was  being  given  a  chance  to  not  only  go  outside ... But  be  able  to  go  an  actual  city.  They'd  be  working.  Or ,    more  accurately  training  specific  tasks  ,   &  under  constant  supervision ,    but  the  prospect  was  still  something  she  was  excited  about.

She'd  always  been  eager  to  try  new  things.

What  they  hadn't  expected , given  that  they  weren't  told  exactly  what  they  would  be  doing  there ,    was  that  they  wouldn't  be  doing  anything. Stakeout  practice  was  important  to  learn  for  many  of  their  missions.  As  well  as  the  general  importance  of  being  able  to  stay  put  ,    &  stay  still  for  long  periods  of  time  without  moving  a  muscle.  Her  mentor  had  mastered  that  skill  a  long  time  ago.  (even  before  he  could  even  remember)  ──  &  now  it  was  her  turn.

They  were  stocked  with  what  they  would  need  to  get  the  job  of  staying  awake  done  ,    &  to  anyone  who  didn't  know  better ,  it  would  seem  as  though  they  were  left  to  their  own  devices.  Most  people  wouldn't  catch  the  various  cameras  placed  throughout  the  shitty  apartment  that  they  had  been  stationed  at.  It  was  the  best  location  for  the  mock  target  ,    the  one  they  would  be  lining  up  a  shot  for  before  wrapping  up  their  weekend  long  training  session.

Too  bad  stakeouts  were  quite  possibly  the  most  boring  thing  in  the  world  to  the  young  would  be  assassin.

She'd  made  it  two  hours  without  moving.  Eyes  glued  on  the  building  that  their  target  supposedly  resided  in.  The  instruction  given  by  her  teacher  was  to  watch  the  building.  Not  when  he  left  the  building ,    &  when  he  came  back.  Verifying  they  were  still  on  track  for  the  planned  hit.  Any  deviation  needed  to  be  reported  back.  Problem  was  he  had  done  everything  exactly  according  to  the  notes  they  had  been  given.  For  the  first  time  since  being  told  what  to  do  ,    in  the  form  of  a  dramatic  sigh ,    before  plopping  back  in  her  chair.

" Do  we  really  have  to  do  this  all  night? "    She  asked.  Looking  into  the  kitchen  to  where  The  Soldier  had  been  working  in.    The  boredom  was  understanding ,    &  while  she  was  normally  very  good  at  following  orders ,  ──  you  could  only  watch  so  many  kids  playing  in  the  streets  before  you  started  to  wonder  what  it  might  be  like.

[fletcherdawn]

starter fechado com @fromvshes

o cheiro de fumaça e gasolina ainda impregnava suas roupas. fletcher sentia o peso do dia nos ombros, nos músculos tensos, na pulsação ainda acelerada pela adrenalina - sua equipe fizera o impossível para tirar as vitimas dali, e agora, com tudo terminado, restava apenas o silêncio zumbindo em seus ouvidos. tirou o capacete e a luva, passando a mão pelo rosto, sentindo a aspereza da fuligem contra a pele, e então ergueu os olhos, buscando entre os membros da sua equipe uma em particular. não demorou muito para encontrá-la. ele caminhou até ela, passos firmes no asfalto já frio, o cansaço se manifestando na rigidez dos músculos. “ — sargento álvarez, o seu relatório.” a voz saiu mais rouca do que o esperado, consequência do dia inteiro gritando comandos em meio ao caos - a verdade era que fletcher não precisava apenas de números ou detalhes técnicos, não, ele queria saber se ela tinha seguido na linha. se ela tinha finalmente aprendido que nem tudo se resolve na base da imprudência. o olhar dele permaneceu firme, avaliando. rowan podia não perceber, mas fletcher já havia visto versões demais dela antes—bombeiros que achavam que eram invencíveis. o problema era que ele sabia, melhor do que ninguém, o que acontecia quando alguém descobria que não era da pior maneira possível.

[turpisdeus]

@mystiic sent: a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

They  play  a  dangerous  game,  indeed.

Yet  Julian  can  scarcely  recall  the  last  time  he'd  ever  acted  with  discretion  in  life.  Even  when  his  own  well-being  was  at  stake.  Though  if  he  paid  enough  attention,  he'd  known  he  enjoyed  putting  himself  in  these  position,  playing  with  the  possibility  of  capture.

Not  that  he  has  much  to  worry  about  should  he  be  caught.  It's  not  like  it  would  stick  for  long.

And  he  so  loves  her  assertiveness  as  his  back  connects  with  the  hard  surface  of  the  stacks,  rough  edged  wood  digging  into  his  flesh  beneath  his  coat,  a  salacious  groan  leaving  his  lips  as  his  one  visible  eye's  pupil  blows  wide  with  desire.

"  Always  knew  you  wanted  to  man-handle  me.  "  He  teases  with  a  wide,  too  toothy  grin  before  Amari  is  silencing  him  with  her  lips  once  again.  Tattooed  hand  reaches  to  cradle  the  side  of  her  neck  as  it  drifts  up  to  her  face.  Feeling  her  skin,  thumb  drifting  down  the  edge  of  her  jaw  as  he  deepens  their  kiss,  tongue  teasing  at  the  seam  of  her  lips  for  her  to  grant  him  entry.

But  as  her  hands  dip  under  the  material  of  his  shirt,  he  can't  help  the  way  laughter  begins  to  bubble  at  the  back  of  his  throat,  pushing  against  their  affection  until  he  has  to  pull  away.  "  Your  hands  are  freezing,  "  He  chuckles  as  he  catches  her  hand  that  still  presses  to  his  skin.  Yet  instead  of  removing  it,  he  simply  guides  it  up  higher  over  where  his  heart  beats  rapidly  against  her  palm.  His  shirt  rides  with  it,  exposing  toned,  pale  flesh  beneath  it,  of  which  he  has  no  qualms  with  exposing.  Once  again,  he  looks  long  into  Amari's  gaze,  drinking  in  the  depth  of  her  beauty  like  he  might  drown  in  her  forever  as  his  grin  widens  just  as  it  did  before,  but  softer.

"  Let  me  fix  that.  "

[drkroots]

          @painofhumanity, continued from x

               "A teenage boy who's been made to carry way more weight and trauma than any single person should." She corrected. And there were many layers to that that both her and Spencer were willing to break down and help him deal with. If he would let them.

[gwendolynwcde]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: an open house of one of cityscape ventures' property

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: late afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @axelhughes

The Wades had plenty of investments, that it was a no brainer that their children would be involved in them too. Today, Gwendolyn was tasked with scoping out a potential property that her family was interested in. Seeing that she was already close by, she decided to make a stop and view the open house to gage if it was something worth investing in. While she texted her family's group chat, she could feel a pair of eyes set on her and as she looked up, she was greeted with the face of Axel Hughes. A familiar name to a familiar case and an unfortunate one at that. "Mr. Hughes." she greeted with a nod. "This property must be a hot commodity seeing as you're here. Unless you're the type of business owner that's heavily involved and need to show face?"

[kmadrigalsoto]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: rizzo's diner

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: evening

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @falakxsiddiqui

If there's one thing that Kimberly didn't expect during her move to Wilmington was that the phrase 'it's a small world after all' was true as fuck. The fact that she was able to connect with some people from her time outside of her new identity was bizarre, but perhaps that's what she gets for even trying to start anew. It seemed to good to be true if she did, but honestly she couldn't complain. So far the people she'd met were those that she was willing to socialize with and trusted with her secret. With each day that passed by, Kimberly hoped that was the case and in no way did she want to manifest the complete opposite.

After a day of tanning at the beach, the heiress decided to stop by Rizzo's Diner as she was craving their strawberry milkshakes. Before she could even get seated, a familiar face caught her eye and she immediately beelined in their direction. "No way!" Kimmie exclaimed as she happily waved. "Uh hello!? Falak!? What are you doing here?"

[larrystylinsontweets]

01/02/2013

@Louis_Tomlinson: @Harry_Styles happy birthday dude !

[c0exiist]

❛ ☾ ◟━ LOCATION: rhea's home

❛ ☾ ◟━ TIME: late afternoon

❛ ☾ ◟━ STATUS: closed for @rheaxsethi

Spraying some heat protectant on Rhea's hair, Tatiana hummed softly to the classical music that was playing in the background as she was concentrating on styling her best friend's hair. "These mermaid waves are going to make you a total bombshell to the point where no one can resist you." Dark hues then travelled over to Rhea's glass as she noticed it was nearing empty and asked, "Did you also want me to top up another glass of red or are good?"

[eatabug]

who : morijah sullivan ( @scornedearth ) where : hell's gate, level seven

❝ well, well. fancy seein' you here, sully. ❞

there's a small bar on the seventh floor just adjacent to the high rollers tables that caters to only the most affluent and opulent ( and fucking seedy ) of burnington, those with more than enough to risk a little loss without so much as blinking an eye ― the kind of polished swill that darach finds himself rubbing elbows with night after goddamn night, those that require the indulgence of hard liquor in large quantities to make palatable company. it's fine, they make an excellent manhattan. he's on his, what? third? fourth of the night, perhaps? doesn't matter ― the doll behind the counter knows to keep 'em coming. he twists a bit in his stool, curiosity illuminating already impossibly bright irises as he fixes her with a stare.

❝ what are you doing in the seventh circle of hell tonight, huh? a little rendezvous with lady luck perhaps? ❞ he leans in, taps his fingers along the rim of a half-empty glass. ❝ no, you'd never be so bold. business in the market, then? ❞ he's referring, of course, to the black market dealings that also take place on the building's highest level ― only the seediest dare ascend this far. ❝ or are you just bored? ❞

[sharpsuite]

@musingmemories played: how can you live with yourself? (Usagi to Chishiya)

𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

The underground room goes dark after Mira's announcement concludes and the tvs shut off again, the words of more games to play still ringing like the fading echoes of a tolling bell. Chishiya, unsurprisingly, had been the least bothered at the news. HE DOESN'T MIND THE GAMES. Tomorrow at noon begins something new. And Chishiya doesn't have high hopes for his answer to be found within these games either. But there's a chance. There's still a chance he might find some answer within this experience - except the odds are not favoring that considering how many games he has already played. Yet he still reaches for it, curious to see if he can find what has evaded him his entire life. He languidly blinks at the dark screens as his back presses against the wall. IT REEKS OF DEATH AND BLOOD, but they're all familiar with that by now. It's cooler down here than up above and there's plenty of rooms further in that Arisu and Usagi hadn't gotten to before Chishiya and Kuina had made their move after observing.

Chishiya drops his gaze from the screens to find Kuina and Arisu tossing theories back and forth; with Kuina chewing on the plastic and Arisu digging fingers into his hair. ITS AN OBVIOUS TELL. One that, Chishiya muses, might get him killed. ( One of many things about Arisu. ) It would have if Arisu had been in the poker game with veterans rather than Chishiya. BUT TELLS ARE USEFUL. So Chishiya doesn't point out Arisu's habit. What even he doesn't expect is to find Usagi standing beside him. Even less the question she posses - less because of the question's subject and more because of the the fact she decided to speak to him at all. She was the more cautious. But if he hooked Arisu, then she was bound to follow. It'd worked at the Beach perfectly, just as he'd anticipated. HE'S A BETTER MANIPULATOR; the heart can only do so much but the brain can manipulate both logic and the heart. And that's why his toying with Arisu works so well. He doesn't feel bad about what he's done like her words imply that he should. Chishiya studies her, expression relaxed even in light of the news and his eyes apathetic - ALMOST BORED. ( What audacity to have such a look in this place of all places. )

" We do what we need to survive. " Chishiya answers her, and bets it will only fuel her rage and distrust for him. IT SHOULD BOTHER HIM. It would bother Kuina. It doesn't. He feels nothing in his chest, not even the slightest twinge of anything. It's deathly still ; a lake that is a perfect mirror of the sky above. BLACK EMPTINESS EVERYWHERE, REFLECTED BACK. " Wouldn't you do anything to make sure Arisu got back? " He lifts an eyebrow and turns his feline-like gaze on the subject of discussion. Arisu has so much potential - but he's such a useful little pawn. Like the rook on a chessboard. Useful, better than most other chess pieces, but not as good as the queen. It's better to keep him in that role. " It's no different. Only it's for me instead of someone else. Although . . . moreso because I am curious what comes next. "

Chishiya thoughtful noise. " For the record though, Kuina wasn't fully aware either. " HE DOES LIKE KUINA, even if he'd been willing to leave her behind if she went back for Arisu. Even if she'd been upset. Or maybe not, he's not really asked her thoughts in the aftermath. Still he does offer that to ease any anger Usagi might have towards the other. But Usagi is smart. Not like him, but smart enough to have known not to trust him, smart enough to likely know Kuina's warmth was genuine. Her instincts are good. He turns his head to look at Usagi again, offering that same calm blink that has infuriated so many others here.

" Why would I not be able to live with myself? " It seems like a GENUINE question ; one perhaps more out of curiosity for her answer than any intent to re-evaluate himself - but one nonetheless. " It worked out favorably for me. Had it been someone else, would you not also be able to rest easy is you and Arisu were safe, regardless of what happened to others? " He tilts his head, gaze sharpening like the flash of a scalpel. " I doubt those who died in your other games haunt you. Like tag for example. Even Arisu isn't so different unless its someone close to him. "