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Tulle & Sky // [Tsara D3F interview] Oct 4, 2021 16:59:17 GMT -5

Post by admin kay on Oct 4, 2021 16:59:17 GMT -5

t s a r a .

"there's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day."

Tufted tulle the color of a noon sky surrounded her. It stretched from a choker around her neck, wisps of fabric pushing up against her chin, all the way past her heels. She took every step on her tip toes, conscious of both the height of her shoes and the delicate fabric. She wasn't afraid of falling; she was afraid of ripping, of being undone in front of the cameras.

When she finally sunk into her seat across, Tsara let out a sigh of relief.

The audience chuckled.

Tsara's gaze snapped towards the sea of faces. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the bright lights but it was worthless. They were anonymous. And she was decidedly, remarkably, not -- even up to her ears in azure fabric. Really, it felt like overkill. Like, it was so ultra, super, uncompromisingly feminine.

Something twisted in her gut.

She reached out one long arm to offer her open hand to the interviewer. "How do you do." She said, no hint of a questioning uptick. And then she settled. Elbows rested on knees, which collapsed together, her heeled ankles turning out. She leaned forward to let her chin rest on her knuckles, torso nearly stretched across her thighs. In doing so she squished some of the frilly fabric down so there was a little more Tsara and a little less what the Capitol thought she should be.

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Tulle & Sky // [Tsara D3F interview] Oct 7, 2021 18:23:41 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2021 18:23:41 GMT -5

"... give it up for Iden!"
"isn't he such a badass?!"

Risky washes each interview down with a sip of her margarita, five rounds in and the alcohol has started going to her head. Her hour's coming to a close with the first four careers already taking her bows - swear, these games go by quicker every year. It isn't long until the district 3 female takes her entrance on stage, the booming Tsara Fer! cue from Risky reverberating over the crowd.

It's tough, following up the careers. District 3's always a bit in the shadows and she can't help but wonder how Atticus has prepared his tributes this year. They aren't a district known much for their stage presence, so she's interested.

This could go either which way, "Miss Tsara Fer!

She motions to the girl entering the stage, a cloud of tulle following Fer onto the stage all the way to the handshake they exchange. Risky's pearly whites are damn near intimidating in this lighting, "how do you do."

"I do pretty damn good!" Swinging her marg in hand as the crowd cheers. Three's princess squashes her dress into the chair next to her as Risky plays with the crowd. "Tsara. Regal, right? That's where the name comes from?" She asks the crowd, nodding her head so they follow suit. "Such a pretty name," she always loves a hint of power.

As the entrance hype dies down, Risky crosses her legs and faces the girl directly, propped up on her elbow on the arm rest. "Now, I don't know about y'all but I have been hearing so much about the Fer's, it's about time we get to meet one! Tsara, sis, tell us everything, what's it like being the first of your family in the Capitol?"

She can't imagine the shell shock, but she bites her nail for a second as she thinks.

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Tulle & Sky // [Tsara D3F interview] Oct 11, 2021 15:17:17 GMT -5

Post by admin kay on Oct 11, 2021 15:17:17 GMT -5

t s a r a .

"there's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day."

"Miss Tsara Fer!"

Tsara's left eyebrow lifted. There was nothing overtly concerning about Risky. She'd been made up to be dazzling, exuded confidence, and seemed very much at home on the stage. And yet. Tsara felt her palms begin to sweat. "Tsara. Regal, right? That's where the name comes from?"

"That's right," Tsara says quietly. She might have said more but they were already moving on. The lights warmed her cheeks a rosy red and she began to feel as though the world were shrinking.

"Tsara, sis, tell us everything, what's it like being the first of your family in the Capitol?"

The spotlights shone so brightly they muted everything else to dark. "I'm not," she said, trying to muster some patience and failing. "My cousin, Ree, was in the games. The 76th. He did decently. People seemed to like his alliance until the Feast."

Tsara bit the inside of her cheek. "Really hoping there won't be one of those these Games. But you asked me about the Capitol. It's fine. Not too different from home, really." She did not mean to smile, did not realize she was doing it. But her little tell, a soft smile at her own joke, slipped through. As though Three could ever compete with the Capitol...