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who laughs when the other trips?

Definitely Theo!! I feel Iris would feel really bad for them and try to help, and then snicker after, but not at first. She’d do the “:o” and then the “hehe” buut with theo i feel he’d laugh and then help lmao

who pays the bills?

MMM….Theo, for sure. Iris with math???? Iris with memory????  Iris with responsibility???? it’s a hard pass. She’d forget to pay it and then the power would go out, and she’d be like “what the hECK!” or somehow….someway….she’d give the wrong amount or just something ridiculous that’d leave theo ?¿?¿?¿ just dumbfounded! he’d deffo pay them and get them in order 10000% better than she could. plus i feel he was smarter than to let her ever do it lol

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?

are you kitten me…iris, no doubt about it. she’d make a huge deal out of them, especially Christmas !! I’m talking a pretty tree with loads of things all over it, loads of cookies. and can you imagine like her being like “what do you want for christmas!” and then him being like “i dont want anything >:^(” …( is theo a present kind of guy?? I’m noT SURE BUT IM GOING WITH NOT REALLY! ) and then on christmas day her going “look…i know you said you didn’t want anything but…” and then shoving him a whole bunch of presents his way 

who’s more clumsy?

lol iris, theo is just super coordinated and doesn’t leave room for mistakes in movement probs?? just because of the line of work he does, but iris…man o man. she probably trips on nothing a lot, if you’d make her in the sims you’d have to give her the clumsy trait.

who checks their daily horoscope?

iris!! and probably like all the time too!!! she could read that she’ll have a bad day and she’ll be paranoid the whole day. she’d read theo’s too! he could be acting all crabby and she’d be like “i know why you’re acting this way…i read your horoscope..” theo wouldn’t even feed into it because he knows it’s just crap, and when iris brings it up he probs just rolls his eyes 

who sings louder in the car?

theo! i know, i know…iris is a singer, yes! but i feel iris really only projects her voice on a stage, and plus, iris is just really soft-spoken in general? i feel like iris would sing really quietly at first and theo would sing super loudly as a joke + to egg her on to sing loudly with him!

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?

Iris!! but she’d clean it off the next morning when she sees it all crusty, and like think to herself “i won’t do it again…” and does it 3 days later lmao.

who is more up to date in pop culture?

tbh i think it’d be more of a mutual understanding. i think iris is super into music but not so much the whole stardom aspect of it. theo i feel probably hears about things time to time, but doesn’t really care or have the time to look into it, and with iris i think it’s just fully a lack of interest, but maybe she reads an article time to time.

who insists on going to see the newest movies?

probably iris, but i think it’d be something they both enjoy. like something they do every other friday, and when they watch the movies, they’d point at different previews going “we gotta see that!” but i still think theo would sometimes pick the movies, so it’s more of a both of them thing? but iris coordinates the days and what not!!

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on? 

iris…it’s one of the most iris things to do. she’s super sensitive and seeing dogs and cats hurt? my god. she probably stares with a sorrow filled gaze and theo’s kinda like “turn the damn channel !!”

who’s the lighter sleeper?

theo, just because he’d be more wary about things!! i don’t think iris is a heavy sleeper though, and probably more of a light sleeper!! but i think theo would be a lot more cautionary about it so.

who believes in ghosts? 

IRIS!!! they watched the conjuring ONCE and now iris thinks every thing is haunted. the fridge makes a weird noise? no – not a fridge, but a demon ghost hybrid thing out to attack. theo tells her all the rational things and is highkey annoyed she’s talking about an indent on her arm at  the “ witching hour ” ( that she got from falling asleep on her phone’s charger cable ) and thinks that it was actually a ghost conducting witchcraft. he points all these things out and it calms her down lol, but she’s still like “idk…satan’s out to get me…”

who does the grocery shopping?

mmm i think the do the both of it together, just cause iris enjoys it, and theo lowkey doesn’t trust her to get the right things? but i think if anyone it’d be iris, just cause she likes going through the aisles, theo probably doesn’t enjoy it as much and rather be quick about it and go. 

who updates their facebook status more often? 

i feel neither really use it often, and iris is much more of twitter/instagram person, but i think if anyone it’d be theo. imagine him posting those douchey life updates? like the        “ theo – feeling great “ living the life right now.” ” 

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⸨ noah ⸩ 

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT -- yet, Iris had not been slain. She waited in line like an animal waiting to be butchered, but death was yet to capture her. HOW? A girl who survived off the hope others would aid her, a girl who could not defend herself, even against those whose brains were ROTTED. How has death not GRIPPED onto her, when even the strongest could not escape his grasp? Even when Iris had flung herself to his hands, he still flicked her back to the world she tried to escape. And every time she stepped out of the capitol, she wondered if the day has finally came. Especially when she walked into this quaint home; oblivious as she was, it didn’t cross her mind to check for any signs of someone being inside, and like a clueless lamb being led to be slaughtered, she entered. It didn’t take her long to notice the tall man feet away in the kitchen, nor did it take him long to notice her either. Once his eyes had settled on the startled blonde, her panicked mouth began to move. “I-I’m so sorry,” it was a statement, but it sounded more like a plead, “I didn’t know anyone was here, I..I promise!” 

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how do i kill, what’s killing me?

{ THE BASICS ━━ }

( name ) Iris Loughran

( age ) nineteen

( place of origin ) Hoboken, New Jersey

( group ) Cheyenne State Capitol

( occupation ) Carer

( faceclaim ) Lili Reinhart

{ PERSONALITY ━━ }

( positive ) loyal ; generous

( negative ) docile ; weak

{ THE STORY ━━ }

( life before the outbreak )

Her mother held her up with great esteem; she was perfect, she was beautiful, she was smart. She was everything anyone could ever want. Her mother reminded her of that every single day. Everyone’s  mouth oozed with compliments when she walked into the room – she truly was the image of perfection. Iris, though, wasn’t perfection like her sister was, her sister was a beauty queen, but her? She was far from it, according to her mother, and about everyone else.

It was evident that her mother showed extreme favoritism, she didn’t try to hide the fact either. Adelaide was her gorgeous, intelligent child, it was the one she would brag to about with others. Iris, however, she would constantly ridicule and insult her relentlessly.

“Do better.” “You look horrible.”  “Idiot.” “You’re a disappointment.”  “I wish I never had you.”  “Why aren’t you like Adelaide?”

She heard it over and over, her mother wouldn’t let her forget it.  Every time those words left her mouth, Iris’s confidence sunk lower, and those words became more believable. At an early age, she was taught she would never be as good as her sister, so why wouldn’t the words be true?

She was convinced she was worthless; no one loved her, she was sure she was someone who was easily disposable, and her thoughts tormented her about it everyday. The things she’d say to herself were worse than the things her mother would, she was her own enemy.

Iris sunk further and further until it seemed like she was at the bottom. She had enough of all of it, enough of feeling contempt – she wanted to get away from it all, she wanted to be at peace. She chugged down pill bottles until she wasn’t conscious anymore, hoping that she wouldn’t regain it back.

But to her dismay, she did. White walls filled her vision, and an angry mother to her side. She didn’t ask why Iris had done what she had done, she didn’t tell her that she loved her, but rather, that she wasn’t going to pay her hospital bills.  

The months following that, things were still bad, if not worse, but in the midst of everything, she found something that kept her sane; music. It kept her going, the melodies, the beautiful tunes, her love for music even furthering when she began to dabble in it. Singing and songwriting had become her favorite pastime, and though her mother was quick to tear her down about it, she kept doing it. She even worked up enough confidence to start playing at small coffee shops, creating a small fanbase in the city. It was the only thing that put a smile on her face, but when the euphoric feeling left, she was left with the same feeling of nothingness.

( life during the outbreak )

When all the chaos began, they all hurriedly went to an evac station. Though, in the midst of all the chaos, Iris was separated from her family, and while she wanted to think it was just by accident, she couldn’t help but think it was done on purpose. Scared and alone, she clung to whoever was kind of enough to let her tag along with them.

But, not everyone was as nice as they seemed to be. There was more than one occasion where she had gotten taken advantage of or left  behind. Most would take advantage of her docile nature; they’d make her scavenge until she found something, and most of the times, she didn’t get to eat it. Others saw she had no survival skills, and after discovering that, they’d quickly leave her behind.

( life after the outbreak )

She arrived in Cheyenne sickly and wobbly kneed. She felt like giving up, flinging herself to the walkers. Why did she live if she couldn’t survive on her own? She was a burden. Her head was filled to the brim with awful thoughts, drowning her slowly with sorrow. It was the discovery of the a camp that lifted her spirits – marking Cheyenne as her new home.

Iris has not changed at all; her depression still holds her captive, as she’s chained with insecurities. One thing though still makes her happy – music. While still tries to find ways to use her old ipod, most of her music comes from herself, singing songs is her favorite pass time, and that probably will never change.