Heart Stained Black

Park Dalnim | 24 | Club Owner | RP Account | 18+ Mun | 24/7 "Life's not like the movies. Wanting something bad enough doesn't keep it in your grasp."

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"I sooooooooo want hot cocoa right now."

“It’s in the pantry; can’t miss it.” Dalnim points a gloved finger towards the kitchen before taking off her winter gear. The ice skating - despite the occasional fall that will definitely leave a bruise in some places - was a fun indulgence given the season. The weather had been nice throughout the morning and afternoon, only to dip into a biting frigidity, accompanied by large flakes of snow and Yoori and herself had to cut the winter wonderland activities short for the day.

“I should get some... myself.” A grunt and a huff accompanied her statement as she pulled off her boots and wiggled her toes to affirm that they weren’t frozen over. A touch to a big toe buried in 2 pairs of socks did reassure that she could feel some semblance of circulation. “You should see some marshmallows and cinnamon in there as well.” Any other plans they might of had was slowly being blanketed in white, but with luck, none of today’s outpouring from the skies would stick to the ground.

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I’m accepting winter/Christmas themed starters; feel free to send things to my inbox and I’ll start something.

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Jumping at Shadows || Dalnim + Nayoung

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All she knew to do was to run, run, and run some more. It didn’t matter that her lungs were on fire from the exertion. She just needed to get as far away from the catalyst as possible. Eyes fell on her as she passed by others in the streets, but her vision was tunneled. She wasn’t even entirely sure of her exact location anymore. Finding herself on a hill, surrounded by white walls and pristine condominiums, she leaned against the nearest surface and gulped in as much air as she possibly could.

they had gotten back pretty late for her schedule, it wasn’t too much. hyeyoung finished up her home work before they left out and it wouldn’t take long to cook dinner. but they were just a few minutes later getting home than she liked. it didn’t take long to put her daughter to be but the longer she did, the harder it was for hyeyoung to wake up in the morning. she didn’t have to worry about her daughter being interested in boys, it seemed as if she was well on her way to marrying her bed. it had been her daughter’s little shout that forced her to hit the breaks.

once she was sure hyeyoung was okay, she looked to were the little girl was pointing. there was a girl learning against one of the street lights. she could make out what she thought was blood and the girl look tired. this could be any mess, and she wasn’t too keen on helping out until her daughter pushed her too. a small sigh left her mouth, and she reserved to pull up along side the other. quickly, she got out the car and two took short steps towards the other.

it was a little worse than what she thought. “do you need some help?” the girl wasn’t passed out and aside from seeming like she wouldn’t ever be able to catch her voice, she looked fine.

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At the approach of the woman who asked if she needed help, Dalnim managed to focus her vision - as if zeroing in on a target - and found the face in front of her to not be too suspicious or incriminating. She liked to think that she was a good judge of someone’s potential character, but of course, the scandals that erupted during her high school years showed things differently. A quick glimpse towards the car revealed the young child in back and her breathing came a little easier. Would a woman really pose a threat just inches from where her child sat? “Yes... please.” she managed to rasp out. She definitely wasn’t about to find her way back to the club at this rate. She’d probably be hospitalized just trying to deal with the probing questions of why she left.

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Stalker Shrine? || Dalnim + Yang

With a text made to her bodyguard upon the bell’s ring to let class out, Dalnim continued towards the darkroom - the opposite direction of her peers who practically clawed their way towards the door like caged animals. The cramped space that held nothing but red light and captured actions, reactions, memories, stories... She spent the majority of the last 2 semesters dabbling in a little bit of each art discipline that the school offered until staff implored that she stick with one. She supposed that resources and patience were in short supply, but she didn’t really concern herself with school financial strain. Her tenure at this school was practically a fashion statement as far as her father was concerned. ‘Find things to keep you busy for the time being. You won’t be needing half of it by the time you take over anyways.’  She found that - if little else - snapping the camera to try to get just the right angle, color, shadow, moment... These things kept her occupied and were also an excuse to get far away from the bodyguards. She didn’t really know how long she stayed in the reddened sanctuary, developing and hanging pictures of her latest subject. As odd as it might have been, she often found herself fascinated by taking pictures of a particular person, only to change her focus within a matter of weeks. If anyone were to ask why, she probably wouldn’t be able to form the words to explain. If a psychiatrist were to crack open her head and dissect all the little quirks to make sense of things, they’d probably come to the conclusion of the need to find connection or something equally profound. Connection... The concept of such was always a little beyond her reach in some kind of way. Maybe her photos gave her a way to pretend that others (beyond the handful of friends she’d made) really looked at her or had her in their peripheral vision, ready to call out to the real her... Her current subject was that of Yang Yang, her classmate. She couldn’t see finding a connection with him, given his reputation... Between being handsome, cool with cool friends, a stellar student, and having a pretty girl on his arm to boot... “The man could be single and I still wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell...” she whispered to herself with a chuckle. “I can pretend in my dreams, though, right?”

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Plot page

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A couple are specific while the others can go any which way. Got any ideas with my and your character? Feel free to hmu!

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Jumping at Shadows || Dalnim + Nayoung

All she knew to do was to run, run, and run some more. It didn't matter that her lungs were on fire from the exertion. She just needed to get as far away from the catalyst as possible. Eyes fell on her as she passed by others in the streets, but her vision was tunneled. She wasn't even entirely sure of her exact location anymore. Finding herself on a hill, surrounded by white walls and pristine condominiums, she leaned against the nearest surface and gulped in as much air as she possibly could.

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Moving Day || Task #2

Rubbing her temples, she tried to nurse the headache that threatened to pulse through her skull as her ear was assaulted by the person on the other line. If it were anyone else in the world, she would have hung up 20 minutes ago, but she knew that her father would just call her back, the same blabbering on his lips. He wanted so badly for her to return back home, but she had made up her mind 3 months ago and the time had come. She was moving into her new apartment, alone, with a minimum of one bodyguard, and she was not going to be surrounding herself with cronies, stooges, and yes men.

She wanted peace when she wasn't minding the club and she wanted something nice but not too extravagant. No one would pay much mind to a young woman with apparent wealth living on her own in a nice part of town. All of the bodyguards, men coming and going, and commotion all around was like a neon sign to anyone in law enforcement or family enemies. Dalnim half listened to her father, throwing out "uh-huh," and "I know," as she had the movers arrange the last of the furnishings. She already had the majority of her new abode complete, but the walls were barren and she made sure to go to Edge Art Gallery a few hours ago to pick the best pieces for her walls.

"Yah! Do not drop that unless you want to pay with a year's worth of your wages!" she snapped at a mover who's natural response was to flinch and hold the canvas tighter as his partner inched the large piece further along into her bedroom. She sighed and told the bodyguard who trailed her like a puppy to make sure they put the picture up correctly without destroying it. "Good help is impossible to find..." she said under her breath before redirecting her attention to her father who'd been calling her name for the past few moments. "Abeoji, can I call you back?" Without waiting for an answer, she ended the call. "That one's personally recommended from both the owner and curator. You don't want to know how much it costs." she said in a warning tone as she stepped inside the now complete bedroom. Seeing that everything was perfect and there wasn't a flaw to be found, she sighed in relief. Pulling out her wallet, she gave both men who had endured her potentially dangerous temper (if anything went wrong) ₩1,173,550 [$1,000]. "You earned it, gentlemen." she said with a sweet grin. "See that the men are treated to bottles of water and let out?" she asks her bodyguard as she admires her handiwork in picking out just the right materials, fabrics, colors, and pieces of expression. "I should call the man and thank him..." she mused, but she didn't need more yammering in her ear for the time being. She made a mental note to send the gallery a thank you card as she fell on the bed and dozed off. It would be a long night at the club and she needed all the rest in the world...

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Thanks for the warm welcome you guys (and sorry for not answering; I was asleep around... IDK 12? like the boring adult I am lol)! I’ll try to get in touch with everyone once I get myself acclimated to this muse (changing things up after 2 years takes some getting used to) with some solos/oneshots. If you ever want to hmu offsite, my socials can be found here: https://247dalnim.tumblr.com/rules