#* 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍: // conversations.

[livisabelrodrig]

Liv: Hey! I'm great, How have you been? I've seen that you've been busy being pop star Barbie Liv: Hopefully we can catch up in person soon, maybe our schedules will line up eventually. I'm on tour right now too so it seems like texting is our only option for now.

Message To 📱 Olivia

Brina: Hey, how are you doing? Brina: I haven't spoken to you in so long. Maybe we can catch up. I'm in Singapore for shows right now, but we can over text right? [ @oliviarodrigc ]

[slytherintragedy]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝Casually sits on Theo’s lap not caring that they are in the common room, wraps arms around him as she places her head on his neck and hugs him tight.❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Evangeline }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @foxballad ❫

Theodore was just sitting in the common room, reading a book as he semi paid attention to the conversation around him. Trying to make himself as invisible as he could, which seemed to be working until it wasn't. Only because soon enough the Slytherin was taken by surprise as a certain Gryffindor sits on his lap, not giving a single care if people could see them. Only really had enough time to move his book before Eva was hugging him tight, a soft noise coming from his throat before wrapping his arms around her. ❝Well hello, whatcha doing miss cupcake princess?❞

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ I  don’t  wanna  know  I'm  not  capable  of  coming  out  alive . ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Elena }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @griefknown ❫

It was just another trail, yet this time Leon was stuck with the newest arrival. Not that the male had minded it in the slightest, he was just weary on how this match was going to go. Cause one wrong move, one mistake was all it took for the trail to go terribly wrong. That was something he learned pretty quickly, something they all learn sooner or later. But as Leon listened to Elena's, Steve's, and Cheryl's conversation, there was an audible sigh that escaped his lips as he shook his head. ❝Don't think you have much of a choice, you're going to be tested quite a lot. And believe me, you wanna do whatever you can to survive cause being sacrificed is never a fun experience. And that kind of thinking doesn't help matters any, cause if you think you can't then you won't but if you think positive then you just might.❞

[swannscngs]

WHO: @hcllisfm​ ! WHEN: earlier in the evening ! WHERE: circle of tables near the main dance floor !

Some things never do change. Amidst the crowd, somehow her eyes always seem to land on her old friend. Smiling when she recognizes the look in his eyes as he watches his date from across the dance floor, she’s surprised when, before she can turn her head, Hollis ends up looking to her as well. She falters slightly, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t her place anymore to check in on him or offer little compliments to boost his ego before talking to whoever had been lucky enough to capture her friend’s affections. She had lost that privilege when she made the decision to end their friendship outright.

But then, instead of giving him a small smile and wave before turning away, she finds herself moving forward towards his table. She pauses once there, the nerves kicking in now that she’s in close proximity, igniting her new found twitch in her hands.  ❝ It just didn’t seem right not saying hello when I know how much you love weddings. ❞  Swann feels a bit awkward with her statement. Was that a normal thing to say, even if it is true?  ❝ Did your mother and Freesia make it tonight? I’ll have to find them and say hello as well. ❞  Her fingers gently grip the back of the chair in front of her, hoping it calms some of the twitching.  ❝ Mind if I sit? ❞

[intcngbles]

𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿   𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍   :    𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎   𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎   #𝟼𝟾𝟹𝟷   .    𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵   𝘰𝘳   𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴   ?

    eloise   was   perched   up   against   the   stand   in   which   her   desktop   computer  stood.   she   had   been   working   on   an   article   for   the   newspaper   for   what   felt   like   hours.   when   in   reality,   she   had   just   been   staring   at   the   blank   curser   blinking   at   her   for   about   ten   minutes.   her   boss   was   expecting   an   update   on   the   case   involving   crescent   shores   very   own.   but   how   could   she   possibly   delve   into   such   a   tragedy   when   she   was   still   trying   to   put   the   pieces   together   herself   ?   she   had   spent   weeks   trying   to   piece   together   any   information   that   she   could   get   her   small   dainty   fingers   on.   the   police   were   barely   giving   out   any   updated   information,   which   made   sense   since   this   was   an   on   going   missing   person’s   case.   she   sat   back   in   the   computer   chair,   her   coffee   in   hand   as   she   took   a   quick   swig   from   the   mug,   her   mind   wandering   onto   the   endless   possibilities   of   how   she   could   start   her   work.   but   those   thoughts   were   SOON   interrupted   by   the   faint   sound   of   her   broken   doorbell.

𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎   𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘎   .   𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎   𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘎   .   𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎   𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘎   .

  she   reached   for   the   door,   holding   her   coffee   cup   up   against   her   chest   as   she   peered   out   into   the   dreary   night.   she   instantly   noticed   that   it   was   the  town's   sheriff,   dressed   in   his   uniform   ---   only   meaning   one   thing,   he's  on  duty.   but   the   brunette   began   to   wonder   WHY   was   he   here   ?   so   she   did   what   any   skeptical   femme   would   do   ;  

❛  what   can   i   help   you   with   officer   rogers   ?   ❜    the   girl   questioned,   an   eyebrow   arching   as   she   was   genuinely   curious   as   to   why   an   officer   was   standing   at   her   door   step   in   the   first   place.

❛   just   here   to   ask   a   few   questions,   miss   jensen.  ❜    officer   rogers   reassured,   taking   out   a   notepad   to   take   notes   of   their   conversation.

eloise   nodded   sheepishly,   gesturing   for   him   to   step   inside   her   home.   as   the   two   walked   into   her   room   she   sat   at   the   table   taking   a   quick   sip   of   her   coffee.   she   knew   what   this   conversation   was   going   to   lead   too,   because   she   had   heard   from   a   few   people   that   the   sheriff   was   going   around   conducting   interviews.   but   what   she   was   confused   about   was   WHY  he   was   interviewing   her   ?    ❛    yes   of   course.  ❜   she   stated   simply.

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :   i   have   a   few   witnesses   that   have   come   up   stating   that   you   &   faye   no   longer   got   along  ?   can   you   explain   why   ?

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   faye   &   i   were   really   good   friends   in   high   school,   however   i   wouldn't   go   as   far   as   saying   that   we   no   longer   got   along.   we   just   aren't   friends   anymore.   we're   civil.   just   not   speaking   i   guess   ?

he   nods   swiftly,   taking   a   quick   note   of   what   she   had   just   stated.

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :      when   was   the   last   time   you   spoke   to   miss   nguyen   ?

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   oh   gosh,   it's   been   a   while.   i   think   the   last   time   i've   had   an   actual   conversation   with   her   was   a   few   months   ago   when   we   ran   into   each   other   at   the   mini   mart.   she   was   buying   a   bunch   of   groceries   for   a   party   she   was   throwing   for   a   friend   of   hers.   it   was   just   a   basic   conversation.  

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :      were   you   invited   to   this   said   party  ?

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   as   stated   before,   we   weren't   friends.   so   no,   i   was   not   invited.

again,   rogers   nods   before   bringing   the   pen   to   his   teeth   &   biting   down   on   the   cap,   obviously   frustrated   that   this   conversation   was   getting   him   absolutely   no   information.

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :     you   were   friends   with   miss   moore   correct   ?

eloise   takes   a   deep   breath,   her   heart   aching   at   her   name   being   brought   up.   because   yes,   she   was   still   acquainted   with   sybil.

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   yes   sir,   sybil   &   i   were   really   good   friends.  

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :      when   was   the   last   time   you   spoke   with   miss   moore   ?

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   the   night   before   she   went   missing,   we   were   making   plans   to   meet   up   &   get   some   coffee.   she   was   going   to   help   me   with   a   piece   i   was   writing.

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :      did   you   &   miss   moore   end   up   meeting   up   that   night   ?

she   heaved   a   sigh,   shaking   her   head   before   bringing   her   hands   to   her   hair,   straightening   it   out   as   she   grew   more   upset.

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   no,   i   couldn't   get   ahold   of   her   during   the   time   where   we   were   supposed   to   meet   up.   so   i   ended   up   going   into   work   &   just   working   on   the   piece   myself.

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :      what   were   you   writing   about   ?

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   a   piece   on   the   local   shelter,   i   wanted   to   showcase   the   available   animals   that   were   available   for   adoption.   she   was   going   to   help   me   out   by   answering   a   few   questions   as   she   had   adopted   an   animal   from   there   a   few   years   ago.  

he   begins   writing   in   his   notepad,   something   that   normally   would   annoy   her   but   she   understood   the   situation  &   understood   that   he   was   trying   to   get   to   the   bottom   of   the   missing   girls.

[   OFFICER   ROGERS   ]   :      when   was   the   last   time   you've   heard   from   any   of   the   girls   ?

[   ELOISE   JENSEN   ]   :   well,   i   honestly   can't   recall   hearing   from   tatum   ?   but   the   other's   we've   already   spoken   about.   it's   been   a   while   since   i've   heard   or   talked   to   any   of   them,   especially   with   them   being   missing   &   all.  

[   ROGERS   ]   :   thank   you   for   your   time,   miss   jensen.   i'll   be   back   if   i   have   any   further   questions.   have   yourself   a   wonderful   night.  

with   that,   officer   rogers   excused   himself   &   left   her   place   with   ease.  

[stormthestars]

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Continued » { Loki }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪  @sviker​ ❫

    “Storm…” Loki sighed. He knew he had a lot of questions coming,     ones his son would be perfectly justified in asking. Any talk that     resulted would be necessary, and the god recognized that. Yet,     he also recognized how emotionally draining the conversation     would be for the both of them.

    “Stop pretending you are perfectly okay with everything that has     happened, and tell me what you truly feel right now. I can explain     my side later. I want to hear yours first.”

A soft sigh escaping his lips as his movements came to an halt, even if this felt like his mind was playing tricks on him again. But Storm knew this was in fact reality and his father was here, alive and well. He had no clue to how or why, all he knew was his emotions was all over the place. And despite trying to hold it together, the other knew he wasn’t okay. Which wasn’t surprising but the truth was, he didn’t know when or if he’d ever be okay. Yet deep down, he knew that in order to heal - he’d have to stop pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. 

❝You want the truth? Fine, the truth is that it’s never going to be okay. No matter how much I try to deny it, I’m a broken mess. My emotions are all over the place. Like you were gone, really gone this time, like no deceiving tricks this time. Which I’m hurt and angry because you decided to ACTUALLY die that time, yet now it seems you’re alive so I’m happy but I’m also confused to how. But there is a part of me that thinks this isn’t real, you’re not real. So please do explain your side because I need answers.❞

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you. ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Tony }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @hopestanding ❫

// Did you want angst with that? Apparently Holden did.

Eyes rolling in response to his father's words, tongue clicking off the roof of his mouth. Of course Tony was done with this conversation, why wouldn't he be? After all it was one that he didn't practically care for, which it wasn't as if Holden was under any impression that things might go his way when he brought it up but he had to try. After all he just wanted to know what went wrong, why his parents couldn't work out their problems for the sake of HIM. Why he wasn't ENOUGH for Tony to fight harder to come find him, if MORGAN was everything he wanted in a child. Maybe having Storm bring him here against his mother's wishes while she was preoccupied somewhere else was a mistake, but he sincerely wanted to understand why he had to grow up without his father.

❝You know what? Faen det. ❪ Fuck it ❫ It's not like it matters anyways, doesn't change anything.❞ Holden remarked, leaning on his heels and turning to walk away. But stopped for a moment without looking back at his father. ❝All I wanted was to understand, why you weren't there. Why mother practically made it seem like YOU were off limits, only really saying it's better this way. And I just wanted to know if the rumors were true, it was because you were in LOVE with someone else and not her. If that is truly one of the reasons why she left. I get that it's painful but -- how do you think I felt? But I promise I'll drop it, won't mention it again. So, so, sorry.❞

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ are you on a date? ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Steve H. }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @hopestanding ❫

When Nikita first agreed to go on this date, she didn't expect there to be twists and turns at every corner. And while some of them weren't the best, it wasn't enough to ruin the night for her just yet since some of them were entertaining. Like the one where her date had snuck them into a club, despite the obvious fact she wasn't quite old enough just yet. But she wasn't going to say anything, especially since it seemed like no one cared.

And honestly after an hour had past, Niki was having fun. Just dancing with her date as they talked and flirted with each other, getting to know the other better. It was while they were dancing, that she swore she saw a familiar face but she shrugged it off and focused on the male. Only when he excused himself for a moment before sending her to get drinks, that she came face to face with the familiar face. And to be quite honest, she was surprised to find Steve Harrington here. Which caused her to comment that it was funny running into him here, she couldn't help it but it was what started this conversation. Though at his question, she was taken by surprise.

❝Hm, that I am. Why, are you jealous it's not with you?❞ The female asked teasingly, even though if she was telling the truth then she wouldn't have minded if she was on a date with the male. She liked him enough, plus it didn't hurt that he was attractive. But sadly she wasn't, which reminded her that she should probably return to her said date and yet she made no move to. Besides Nikita was sure he'd find her whenever he was ready to, til then she was just going to enjoy her time with Steve.

[swannscngs]

WHO: @rovxfm​ ! WHEN: after swann/silver, roux/deezee, & roux/robyn threads ! WHERE: super secret mentor chat spot !

You’re talking too fast. Jaw tightening, Swann’s eyes close shut squeezing and forcing some semblance of control to return. But it doesn’t work. Her eyes open once more and land on the notes she had prepared for their meeting. Strategy. Alliances. Ensuring Marina and Abe were in the inner circle when it comes time for the tributes to make this Great-Plutarch-issued Escape from the arena. There had been a plan, but now Roux’s chaotic verbal rampage takes center-stage, and Swann can’t make sense of any of it: the plans, Roux’s current concerns, their prior discussions. It’s all just — “Roux.” Too loud. Too assertive. Her hand’s shaking and won’t stop, but she can at least control her tone enough to reign it all back in. “Roux, I need you to slow down. What did Digit do exactly?”

[swannscngs]

WHO: @cinnc​ ! WHEN: late, late, late ! WHERE: random bathroom idk !

The wedding had been surprisingly alright. Keeping to the outskirts and, usually, with one wall behind her as a odd sense of protection seemed to do just the trick. Swann was nearly there, just a quick trip to the bathroom and then she could head back to the apartment, but there was that phrase her mentor used to berate her with during training coming to taunt her again. Fooled twice, shame on her for trusting the illusion of a quick and quiet to the bathroom. 

Her grip on the door handle is the only thing keeping her standing, although even that is questionable. She knows she needs to say or do something other than stand there, but she can’t speak, but each time she tries to open her mouth, the memories come flashing back, and the food and drinks she’s enjoyed throughout the night threaten to make a reappearance. 

Eyes twitching before coming to a close into a tight grimace, she musters out a single distorted, ❝ I’m sorry. ❞

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ there’s something about the way you look tonight. ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Billy }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @shatterxdsouls​ ❫

Lips curving upwards as his facial features lit up, the flattery was definitely doing it’s job. Even if Eddie was aware that Billy could’ve meant something else and not what he was thinking it meant, however he didn’t care. Chocolate hues flickering downwards momentarily, looking over his outfit. It wasn’t much, just a pair off ripped black jeans with a bullet belt and a cropped band tank top, his black converses. Plus his normal accessories, so really nothing really special but hey who was he to complain? He wasn’t so his eyes flickered back up to look at the male once more. ❝Oh yeah, do I look irresistible? Like some forbidden desire you must have or you’ll die?❞ Munson inquired as he took a step closer to Hargrove, not caring if he was pressing his luck. The other was asking for it, besides the metalhead had no shame in flirting with the Californian. 

[chaoticrebels]

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Open Starter » { Kas }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ Anyone ❫

❝I'm sorry but Eddie can't come to the phone right now.❞ Kas snickered, picking at his nails out of boredom. Already wanted this conversation to be over, less than enthused that it wasn’t. But the vampire understood the confusion since he sounded and looked just like Munson, so much that he entertained the other by answering the question that now lingered. ❝Why? Oh, 'cause he's dead.❞

[chaoticrebels]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝Valerie 'Val' Ashburn sat on the bed in the guestroom of what would be her new foster home. So far it didn't seem that bad. Her foster parents hadn't insisted that she called them 'mom' and 'dad', thank the Heavens and they didn't seem offended when she called them 'ma'am' and 'sir' instead of their names - in fact that seemed to please them. The agent handling her case at DCFS had asked her to 'tone down' her style for the first meeting and although she had wanted to bite him she had agreed and was just dressed in black jeans, Converse and black button up shirt. She couldn't do much about her black dyed hair but she had put it up in a bun, hoping it would appear more natural. Mr and Mrs Harrington had done a once over when they came to get her at the center but they hadn't cried out for God or brought out crucifixes and she took that as a good sign. They had both went MIA after arriving home, though, Mr. Harrington claiming work and Mrs. Harrington whispering something about a gathering in the next town. Instead they had called for their son to show her around - Steve Harrington. Val had been wary - she didn't have much confidence in teenage boys in general and definitely not pretty boy jocks who clearly used more hair products than she did. Steve hadn't immediately started to hit on her, which made her feel a little better. He had just introduced himself, showed her around and then showed her her room and then left her alone, muttering something about letting her unpack.  ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Valerie }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @somethingvicked​​​ ❫

When his parents had informed him that they were fostering some teenager, Steve was less than thrilled. The last thing the male wanted was to be stuck with some stranger, yes he hated being alone but it was better than living with someone he didn’t know. Which is why is was writing a strongly worded letter to the system telling how his parents weren’t fit to foster anyone, hardly fit to be parents to begin with. And while he was aware that could get him taken from them, he didn’t care. It was better than this bullshit, besides it’s not like he was planning on sticking around much longer. But before Harrington could send it, he had gotten distracted with other nonsense life was throwing at him. 

And before he knew it, some strange female was moving in. Which caused him to roll his eyes, though when his parents had made him show her around, he had argued that it wasn’t his responsibility but theirs. If they didn’t want it to send her back, not like they wanted her in the first place. And boy did that start a fight so to shut his father up, he reluctantly introduced himself and showed her everywhere but his bedroom and bathroom. Because honestly why would he show her somewhere that was off limits to her? After the tour was done, he showed her to her room, which happened to be the farthest from his. Then he simply left her alone, went back to his room to start looking at colleges far away from here.

[swannscngs]

WHO: @virgobydcsign​ ! WHEN: late on day 3 of training ! WHERE: a very nice spot on the roof where someone goes to think !

Sleep, after so many days of none, should come easily, but each time her eyes come to a close, images from her capture and new predictions of Cinna’s fate harass her relentlessly. There’s no escape, and at some point, Swann begins to accept that this can work as partial penance. She doesn’t deserve to rest easily after what she’s done, not after putting so many other’s in immediate danger. 

The roof seems like the best option. With its sweeping views of the entirety of the city and a bit of cool breeze to keep herself alert, Swann tells herself that it would be the perfect place for planning: for the games, how to hold herself together, how to bring the games and capitol tumbling down once and for all. 

Swinging around the corner to head to her favorite corner, Swann stops herself short when the silhouette of Virgo comes into view. She considers turning around and heading back right then and there. There’s something, however, in the way Virgo is posed that keeps her feet moving forward. Something’s off.  ❝ It’s fairly late. ❞  Her head tilts slightly, trying her best to stifle the nervous twitching in her body now that she’s face to face with the stylist,  ❝ What has you hiding all the way up here? ❞