#interaction. [ izara ]

[lcngliive]

eros vane & izara alows ( @vcndetta )

"it seems like they will let anyone into this city," eros' eyes narrowed at the sight of the other. now he understood why kore was so upset the other day. "if you even think of coming near kore I will tear you in half,"

[mcrcki]

@vcndetta said : leave them to me , just go . ( izara and vesta )

"ha, yeah, pass." vesta rolled their eyes, having noticed the person trailing them a few blocks back and she was going to let them think they had caught her off guard. which, honestly, it was working until some loser popped up like they were her knight in shining armor. and honestly, sensing her presence in the force, that must be exactly what she thought. "i can fight my own battles, thanks." they let their eyes flash amber as they pointed to their saber.

[coreofgold]

@vcndetta asked don't make assumptions . ( izara and taka ) from this meme

"It was more of a theory then anything." Taka said awkwardly. "But I understand where you're coming from. I won't make assumptions again." He reassured.

[acuar-io]

this is for the oc thing!!!! I chose 6 & 24 🫶

plus: what world(s) do you imagine they grew up in?

6. Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?

They play video games together!!! They both have nintendo switches & play games on that together :3

24. How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?

okay so, in the beginning of their blossoming relationship, when they were in public, the most they'd do is hold hands. Seph is a touchy person so he'd try to put his arm around iz and try to kiss her, but iz was still a little shy & embarrassed doing that in public. So the most they'd do is hold hands. In private tho, seph showers her with his affection (physical touch is his love language) & she loves it 💁‍♀️that was her weakness when they first met ksksksk

what world(s) do you imagine they grew up in?

They both definitely were born in the city!! in sims they're from San Myshuno bc of how culturally diverse the world is, but if we're talking about real life, Seph would of been born in Osaka, Japan moved to the states at around 4 years old (I see him in Los Angeles or San Francisco) & Izara born in New York. I cant say where exactly bc idk shit abt new york other than bacon eggs & cheese, but i'd picture her living in a diverse area where the community is close <3

[incandascxnt]

the moment izara’s feet touched capitol ground, she could feel the excitement radiating from her two new assignments and decided to be far from them as quickly as possible. she found ways to enjoy her time in the capitol in her own ways, but the unbridled joy was a buzzkill worthy of violence. fortunately, they were quickly whisked away in a flash of capitol colors and izara was left with a moment of peace. quiet was, more often than not, a fearsome state for victors regardless of the years that stretched between their victory and the present.

in order to fill the silence with something other than fawning capitolites or talk of money, izara plucked two flutes of alcohol off a passing tray. smoothly swallowing the contents of an entire flute, she placed the empty glass on a new passing gold platter and made her way into the growing crowd of victors, sponsors, and assorted wealthy capitolites to await the start of the parade. 

thankfully, after a few earth shatteringly boring conversations and promises she’d break before sunset, izara stumbled across a fellow victor who could offer a semblance of entertainment. if her games spoke to any piece of what she was like outside of the arena - which they so often did - the younger woman before her might just be worth her time. there was still time to fuck it all up, of course. 

“i can stomach another ten minutes before finally putting my knife on the next pair of wandering eyes,” her blasè tone was a stark contrast to the common knowledge that snow himself could have a direct link to every word she uttered. a sip from her second flute left a familiar warmth throughout izara’s body that felt more like being thrown into flames than a comfortable bed. perfect. “and yourself?” although her gaze across the crowd and stance may appear casual to a passerby - the victor felt simply more like a predator waiting to see if her trap was sprung.

/ closed starter for @mccnlightw​

[danvir-anand]

She's an angel. Has to be when any attempt to play along with this ridiculous monologue is made. Most usually tell him to shut up or ask him if this was a preview to his next big role. Which, while Leslie might have busted bulbs for brains, he's not that stupid to leak such confidentiality. Not unless he wants his agent to darken his doorway at some ungodly hour again; eyes all black and hellfire wisping from the mouth. Even if this person doesn't believe this silly plight to be true, he appreciates the effort. Let another fat tear drop down the cut of his cheek and hobble at the chin.

"Fresno Nightcrawler playing a heated match of discus... It's like Rocky Balboa's truly with us." Leslie lets another shuddering breath in and goes to take her hand into his own. "Thank you for the kind words— no, the soul revitalizing speech. I know it's silly and totally an issue that shouldn't even be an issue to begin with, but you truly moved me. Next two rounds are on me, I insist."

At no point — in the last five minutes, has there been a single moment to get a word in — to cut this short. To drink fast enough to slow the flow of words. Izara's sure she's opened and closed her mouth a few times, tilted her head to side eye the stranger more than once.

She just has to ride this out.

And with such a painted visual, how could she not think about what she was saying; a nightmare; a dream; the other end of the spectrum.

She's unable to tell if this man is joking, or if he's dead serious.

What's worse?

"Uh," pause, a frown, a painful level of cringe offered back: "Chin up, king, just 'cause your fav meal in existence doesn't exist anymore... doesn't mean you can't still thrive..." Like that?

Maybe she should have put more emphasis on it.

Another swig of her beer, she swallows — mentally tells herself to get invested in this. Fuck the oddity of it all.

"Wait, let me try again." She lifts her head, nodding — building up the air of her best attempt. She doesn't have this at all. Draws on inspiration... "— The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place—" Something like that — anyways, "—it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit—" In this case, the stranger's been hit with the discontinued food products "It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward—"

Kit cannot remember the rest. But, point across...

She reaches across, pats his shoulder encouragingly — tries not to make it too faux: "I believe you can move past this."

[bloodyelias]

TIME: NIGHT LOCATION: THE ROOF   STATUS: CLOSED, @iilluminxte

elias walked out of the elevator and was slapped with the unexpected nighttime heat. the first day of training was over, and as all the tributes reported back to their suites, various mentors still roamed around the tower—hoping to snag a sponsorship for their darling babes; how sad that even the most luxurious sponsorship would not save them from the inevitable. gold cufflinks and silk shirts, elias walked slowly over to the open bar with his hands shoved into his pockets. his breathing caught on the stale wind, nothing but noise from the city below, and yet the roof was empty of persons. elias poured himself a glass of wine, carefully selected from the top shelf, greedy fingers flicking the cork into oblivion—he would finish this bottle tonight. the ding of the elevator rang, the soft glow of the lights from inside flooding out onto the concrete and the warm cushioned furniture. “the bar is closed.” elias called out, not wanting the company, but when his eyes focused on the person near the elevator, he perked up. “well, unless it’s for you of course.” 

[sibusisiwe]

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[incandascxnt]

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[lcngliive]

"ooooh," eros grinned at the other, letting a laugh leave their lips. "I think you should know by now that if you're going for kore, you're coming for all of us," he paused. "and I hope you know, I'm not the only one you'll be dealing with,"

"bold talk from the traitor." izara spat as she looked at them with pure anger. that was something she was never going to forgive. "amazing. then you can leave me alone. you're not the person i'm interested in seeing anyways."

[lcngliive]

eros rolled their eyes at the other. "I'll show you just how much talk I am," he spat. eros wasn't going to let anything happen to kore - she was their best friend and practically his sister. "oh I bite plenty, but not for the likes of you, you're not my type,"

"i could say the same for you." a bitter taste formed in her mouth as her eyes met his. the feeling of disdain? it was perfectly mutual. "i'm not afraid of you. you're all talk and not bite." was it wise to rile eros up? probably not. but she wasn't going to back down either.'