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for you, full moon, keep vigil for you, my girl, keep vigil for you, my love. jung eunwoo, the clairvoyant

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tracker (17/04/2017)

literally everything b/c i’m trash

i’ll get back into the swing of things tomorrow (much apologies!!!!!!!)

[acxnox-blog]

`   a rendezvous in sleep, @acxeunwoo .

[   ‘ — the day has been somewhat all right, although she failed to get a good score in a subject that she should’ve been fairly okay in. that doesn’t really dampen her mood, at least, as she meets eunwoo on her way back to the dorm. waves at her roommate to stop eunwoo, and quickens her steps to catch up with the other girl. she’s drawing close to eunwoo when someone walks past them, but doesn’t seem to realize their presence. chanyeol. at that, she effectively blushes, laughing a bit as she knows eunwoo would know why. ]

[acxeunwoo-blog]

         [ —— bright smile at the sight of lisa, lips nearly reaching her eyes as she slowed her pace to match her roommates. and just when she thought she could not smile any brighter, eunwoo saw the tall male and lisa's reddening face and she burst out into instantaneous laughter, eyebrows wiggling up and down, as she tries and fails to whisper ]

         you know your face is as red as a tomato right now, right? 

[acxviolet-deactivated20170424]

❛ improper zest.

[acxeunwoo-blog]

acxviolet:

∘ ⁞    she’d be lying if she said that eunwoo’s energetic voice didn’t bother her; actually, she has to physically press her lips together to prevent her from scolding the girl. besides, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about giving out reprimands— eunwoo was here! this beauty that’s literally like the sun to sungkyung was in her presence and she just wanted to soak up every little bit of positivity she can— without completely taking it from the girl, of course. the pathokinetic only enjoyed the bright energy that seeped into her mind.

“oh? i know where to find books on of those subjects so you can read up on both!” a smile curves her lips, eyes crinkling slightly, “and i think depending on the year of their anniversary— don’t they give a specific type of gift?” she recalls reading up on a list one day when browsing through the interwebs. “there’s also a specific gem that’s traditionally given on a certain anniversary too— i think it was an emerald for the 20th anniversary. anyway, you can always check it online if the books aren’t enough.”

“and well—” there’s a small pause as she begins moving to gather up some books, only recalling the job she needed to do. “he must have come to you because of that reason or perhaps to offer your opinion on what kind of gem you’d like to compare— you never know.” she meant to ask the girl to aid her, not dodge the question of how her day was, and what was she to say anyway? it’s been hectic. i’ve been so stressed. when she didn’t feel anything like that anymore. “i actually had a pretty simple day.” it wasn’t a lie, things really were calm up until now.

the books are piled onto a cart and she moves to grab more, “but there’s been a lot of work to do recently, like these books need returning, some need to be grabbed off the shelves and then there’s a huge mess some students left behind.” a sigh leaves her lips, feet moving back and forth from the desk and cart. “i can help you find the books you need while i return these though.”

“you know,” she said, hands on her chin as she thought about it carefully— as carefully as eunwoo ever thinks about anything, anyway. “i think he sees me like a child honestly. he was the professor that noticed my powers, so he probably felt like we have a connection which i’m really thankful for but—,” she cut herself short, shaking her head vigorously to interrupt herself. “emerald seems like a good idea. i’ve never much like that shade of green but i’m not his wife— that would be really weird— so i think she would appreciate it right?” 

there was something about sungkyung and eunwoo’s friendship that was symbiotic in nature. perhaps it was the way the two gelled so well, even if there was nothing common between them at first glance. eunwoo was an intense person, and intense personalities are often in congruence with every other personalty in the world. but, somehow, they just work. 

so when sungkyung said that it was a simple day, eunwoo trusted her, even if her inner voice was telling her the opposite. when sungkyung wanted to talk, she would, eunwoo reassured herself as she smiled even brighter, ready to follow the librarian around. she grabbed some of the books that didn’t seem like it would fit the cart, and placed them in her arm. “come on, let me help you with some of them,” she said, all set and ready to go. “captain sungkyung,” she said, bellowing (the chorus of sighs from exasperated students could be heard all the way from busan). “where shall our mighty ship venture to?” 

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acxsungkyu:

confusion paints his features, eyebrows pinching in the middle as he exhales through his nostrils. his grip tightens momentarily around the notebook in his hand, arms falling to his sides as he lets out a low groan, shifting in place as he cocks his head to the side at the girl—frowning at her way of speech. sungkyu isn’t a stickler for formalities, despite being staff—but he certainly doesn’t like to be disrespected when he wasn’t at fault for anything at all. he had only asked a simple question that—truth be told, he’s sure anyone would have asked in his situation.

“well, i did. s’not my fault you—“ his head nods towards her hand, motioning to the missing piece of the door with a snort. “broke the knob off. how was i supposed to know?” one hand lifts, ruffling up the strands of his hair as he sighs, resting his forehead against his arm for a long second before he drops the limb back down.

sungkyu shrugs his shoulders. “you’re the only one in here. you knew the door would lock—what else am i supposed to think? seems like all the pieces are falling in place for me.” his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. blinking languidly at the female, raising one brow as he lets his gaze flicker from her to the senery around him. his nose twitches, frown deepening as he lets out a soft scoff- directing a glare towards her form.

he crosses the floor until the distance is lessened, standing a few feet away as he tosses the notebook onto the desk. “must be easy to push the blame on someone when attempting a cheap joke like this, huh.” he mumbles, lip twitching into a small scowl. he crosses his arms, resting his hip against one of the desks as he looks at her for a  long moment. his tongue prods against his cheek. “someone will come, i’m sure. don’t whine.” sungkyu sure wasn’t—despite the less than appealing scenery and company, a little bit of isolation and peace would be nice; maybe he’d be able to get a nap in. raking a hand through his hair, he turns his head over his shoulder to assess the doorknob hole—exhaling. “how’d you even manage to break the doorknob off, i mean really…”

“how did you know i broke the handle?” in her haste, eunwoo waves her hand— the hand holding th handle, no less— before realizing it was a silly question in itself. “it could have been on the floor when i entered,” she continued softly, her words a mere whisper in the dark room. “i mean, i didn’t even push it that hard so theoretically, someone else could have already broken it.” 

she sighed for a minute, realizing her five seconds of happiness at the thought of salvation had crumbled down into nothing again, and she realized the waiting game would restart once more. at least she has company— eunwoo likes talking, but she was beginning to exhaust her repertoire of topics, and she would have absolutely nothing to do following that. “there is another door,” she stated. it was obvious: every classroom has two doors. the front and the back, but eunwoo’s voice wavered as she said those words. “if we pass by the— ,” she paused, waving at the little shop of horrors in front of them. “if we pass by that,” she continued, swallowing with slight reluctance. “we would be able to exit. theoretically.” 

defensively, eunwoo immediately hugged the doorknob to her chest. “i can’t help what my body does under heavy duress, professor,” she retorted, her mind agitated once again, at the thought of what sungkyu was accusing her of. even if she did break the handle. “honestly, if you had just held the door for a second longer...,” she trailed off, raising her eyebrows accusingly. 

[acxviolet-deactivated20170424]

❛ improper zest.

checked out by @acxeunwoo​ !

∘ ⁞    trash, trash, trash— everywhere she looked there was something unsightly lying on the floor or a table. hadn’t anyone heard of a trash bin? whoever decided to leave these behind must have been in such a rush that they mustn’t have had the time to simply place these in the bin literally right next to the exit.

a sigh escapes parted lips as the librarian looks over to the pile of books near her desk and then back to the mess. there was so much to do— no way she can complete it all before her shift ends ( which is too soon ). returning the books and retrieving requests will take a good chunk of that alone. then there’s fixing the shelves, tables and that mess. and to top it all off, here she is, sitting on her desk, mulling over everything— the least she could do was move. 

so she begins. fingers work to separate the books; since there were four floors to the building, naturally, she divided them to the section they belong in, but even with her knowledge of each book’s proper shelf and area, it still takes her a while to complete the task. there wasn’t enough time to finish it all and it’d be rude of her to leave a majority of this work to the next person. 

however, as a familiar face comes into view, she’s struck with an idea. “hey!” a smile tugs at the corners of her lips to follow the greeting as she perks up due to the girl’s presence. full of absolute positivity, sungkyung often wonders why the girl never seemed to be let down in all the times she’s met her. there’s hardly anyone like it, radiating so much shine and energy— literally, it will make the librarian smile just seeing her from a distance. “oh— anything i can help you with? how has your day been, by the way?” she almost forgets to continue talking, too absorbed to even remember she wanted to ask her for some help and to finish work. 

oh well, she’ll get to that eventually.

[acxeunwoo-blog]

eunwoo had a legitimate reason to go the library. really. 

despite all the annoyed glances and irritated sighs she get from the other patrons, she found herself hanging around the library a lot more than she had expected (and certainly a lot more than the other students would like, given the natural decibel of her voice). there was just something about the smell of knowledge and intelligence mingling together in the large space that appealed to eunwoo, something about the little crevices that held the remnants of time, and something about the domed roof shining light down strategically that she enjoyed tremendously.

plus, she really liked the company of sungkyung, the librarian, and talking about nothing and everything with her made eunwoo happy. 

“hey,” she said, almost shouting it out in excitement. the familiar smile of sungkyung made her happy and she found herself smiling even brighter in reciprocation, nearly skipping to sungkyung’s desk in excitement. somewhere in the library, hoards of students sighing in exasperation, but eunwoo was oblivious to it all. “my day was great— professor shin said i needed to work on my psychological mindedness but i lost him around week two, and i couldn’t ask him to explain the whole syllabus again. but he suggested i go to the library to read up about it.”

“but,” she continued, leaning forward as if to whisper into sungkyung’s ears. “i actually heard that it’s his twenty year anniversary with his wife, and he asked me what kind of gem she would like. so i’m really here to read up about gems.” she paused again, eyes narrowing as she ran through the examples she did know. “i know diamond is shiny and emerald is green-shiny, but i’m entirely hopeless when it comes to everything else. do you think he came to me because he thinks i’m really fashionable?”

“ah, but enough about me,” she said, shaking her head vigorously as if to shake the remaining thoughts away. “how was your day, sungkyung!” 

[acxeunwoo-blog]

( the fool )

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acxzero:

here’s a compendium on his life: i. it’s concocted out of love and loss — a relationship knitted with the intersections between the realms, its thread bare; ii. it’s inscribed in blood and death — a signature movement of life, its fingers crooked around his throat; and iii. it’s propagated with the bruises and scars — a complexity that dreams of his demise. there was no room for late blooming, there was no room for mistakes. one step of a misconstruction spelled his near death experience. he can never afford inanities, and so, living here with the rest of these children does not actually garner any pleasantries.

and now, just an example of it. he lets out a silent sigh, rolling his eyes when the girl ( she looks familiar, but in the dimly lit hallway, she’s nothing but another insignificant figure he doesn’t bother remembering ) starts speaking. crosses his arms across his chest — looks like this conversation is going to need a little humoring, much to his dismay. she’s definitely not going to step aside just like that. instead, the blubbering, followed by her actually — and idiotically — throwing the bed sheet back atop her head.

“…” he forces out a bout of snarky laughter. “you were definitely scary.”

the sarcasm flew past eunwoo’s head, and she immediately broke out into a large smile. “really?” she felt the sides of her lips extend and a swelling in her chest. i did well, she thought to herself, eyes sparkling with excitement. professor kwon would be glad to know the prank worked out well, even if it didn’t meet the intended target. 

“see, i really wasn’t sure if i should have played some scary background music— for the atmosphere, of course. i mean, professor kwon had always remarked that this area of the campus was particularly dim but i never much saw it that way,” she rambled, looking through the sheet to ensure he’s still there. “i mean, there are large windows and the sun is mighty bright today. do you think i should have played some scary background music? would that add to the effect, or would that just detach you from the whole experience” 

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acxsungkyu:

the students of xavier’s can be so thoughtless, so oblivious. they leave their things in random places, belongings of all kinds and shapes. ones that mean a lot, some that don’t—and as sungkyu makes his way towards the classrooms, he’s staring down at the notebook with little interest, eyes scanning over the doodles and writings scribbled all over it. it looks like a girl’s notebook, with the gross amount of hearts drawn onto the cover and the pretty and neat handwriting. opening the notebook showcases notes upon notes of classroom sungkyu is sure she’ll be upset in losing.

“kids these days.” he mumbles, raking a hand through his hair as he flickers through the pages, head looking up to view the classroom he gets closer to. he blinks at it and looks back down at the notebook, one hand extended to open the door for him to enter. it moves easily, quickly, and his feet are stepping inside as his head lifts, small smile on his face in a polite manner for greeting, but he pauses once his whole body is inside, eyebrow furrowing as his mouth opens, hearing the door begin to fall shut behind him. he glances back at the door, only to note that there isn’t a doorknob on it, which gives him a little bit of confusion. the second thing he notes is that it looks like halloween threw up in there, and that the darkened parts of the classroom leave little to the imagination.

what a gaudy, awful thing.

he notes the girl at the corner, cocking his head to the side as he lifts his hand up, waving the book around as he moves to address her.

“yah, did you do this?” he gestures to the decorations, the little things made to make the room look frightening. another joke for the masses today, and god is sungkyu sick of them. “you sure have a lot of time on your hands. don’t you have something better to be doing, in a dark classroom like this, kid?”

she did not squeak. firstly, eunwoo does not do squeaking— that was reserved for people who were afraid, which eunwoo certainly was not. secondly, a squeak would imply that it was high-pitched and everyone knows eunwoo’s high notes were questionable, at best. so, if she did make any sound, it most definitely was not a squeak. 

it was a squeak.

but, immediately after she let out that sound-that-did-not-come-from-her-throat, she found herself yelling out in trepidation: “wait no, the door!” but, by then, it was too late and the door had slammed shut, and she found herself closing her eyes, sending a quick prayer to the skies. intuitively, eunwoo knew that shouting at a staff wasn’t the smartest thing to do, under duress or not, but she found herself saying out the words exasperatedly anyway. “you really shouldn’t have let that door go.” it sounded a lot more accusatory than she had planned, but eunwoo was tired (mostly afraid, but tired too) and her only thought was to get the hell out of there. even if she was the guiltier one, holding the doorknob in her hand, after yanking it off in nervousness.

“does it look like i’ll do this? i mean, if i was the one in-charge, i most certainly would have exited out of here in two seconds— maybe three seconds, if i failed to plan properly,” eunwoo began rattling off, her words tripping and her eyes twitching, voice rising in pitch impressively. “see, i excel in classy pranks, nurse,” she continued, chin jutting out as she feigned confidence. “this is a whole level below me, okay,” she said, as though she had not draped a bed-sheet around her earlier in the day.

“and it’s your fault anyway, for letting the door go.” 

[acxeunwoo-blog]

( deadlock )

        — @acxsungkyu

she had gotten used to the darkness— her glowing watch and voice her only companion, as she tapped anxiously on every available surface. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. april fool’s was a fun and safe holiday but, place in too many kids who are overexcited about their new found powers and it spells out a recipe for disaster. in this case, she had accidentally stumbled onto a page straight from a horror film… which is honestly just excessive at this point.

her hands held onto her lucky pencil (which has, ironically, been the unluckiest thing she had faced today) and she pushed her hair back, exhaustion and exasperation in her every breath. the room had been transformed into a prime example of a haunted house— probably the work of some overzealous animator or fear manipulator, and it was eunwoo’s only exit route. when she had grabbed the pencil, she had accidentally activated the switch foreverything to start operation; which o b v i o u s l y  meant running and screaming towards the door was the smartest move. except eunwoo had ripped off the doorknob in her haste and had left herself stranded in a safe corner of the room, eyes closed in a prayer as she tried to calm herself down.

“it’s not really that bad,” she convinced herself, nodding furiously as she looked anxiously towards the dark part of the classroom. she had never realized how big her mutant history classroom was, but the distance felt just excessive for twenty students. “i mean, someone’s got to come right? i’m so unforgettable,” she said out loud, her eyes turning wilder by the second, hair standing up because of the insane humidity in the room.

and then she heard footsteps. ah, the sweet sound of salvation.

[acxeunwoo-blog]

( the fool )

[acxeunwoo-blog]

acxzero: 

the cacophony of festivities has been a prayer for plague, resisting his needs for peace, even just a smidgen of it. a moment of relief slips through the interstices of his cupped fingers, escaping him with ease. thinks about a bout of rest, a dreamless sleep, but the noise is just too much for him to catch any tranquil period. the discord of april fool’s renders him annoyed, eyebrows furrowed just to indicate the level of impatience that has dawned within.

a solid sigh later, he finds himself at school, trying to perhaps waste some energy in a stroll so that he can rest later on. the hallways are fairly quiet, at least. he can feel the distant presence of others, but he navigates rapidly so as to avoid bumping into another person, for he’s not in the mood to deal with their lies, their little silly pranks.

but at the corner of a hall is a lingering presence, staying still. he would’ve turned around if it wasn’t for more people drawing closer. he rolls his eyes, wondering if the person is actually sleeping or something — they’re uncharacteristically stationary, and he’s hoping that he can make it past them without any difficulty.

walks farther and farther, and when he’s close enough, he can feel the person moving. and when the person — covered in a bed sheet — attempts to surprise him, he just stays there, unamused. his countenance says it all, not even blinking. “what an idiot,” he mutters under his breath. “get out of my way.”

eunwoo had never been one to curse but there was a solitary thought that ran through her mind like a blaring and unforgivably loud siren: shit. it felt like there were little tiny men in her head screaming frantically as it tried to make sense of this nonsensical situation. she had expected a hearty chuckle and a pat on her back, a ‘good job kiddo, but better luck next time’. what she is seeing in front of her was definitely not professor kwon’s little rotund belly he called jr. kwon, not professor kwon’s signature floppy hair and definitely not professor kwon’s amused smile.

instead, she found herself facing the man of her dream (what? who said that), kim jongin.

“no, no—,” she tried to correct herself, her voice muffled by the sheet, before pulling it off… until her mind reminded her that she probably looked like she had just completed a marathon and she threw it back over her head haphazardly, peering through the sheet to look at him. “it’s this thing professor kwon and i do a lot,” she explained, her words stumbling incoherently as her voice picked up its pace. “you know, we kind of scare each other every few days and since it’s april fool’s, i just thought i’d amp it up a notch.” her voice trailed off at the end as she contemplated the list of powers that would be useful in this situation: intangibility, teleportation, time control, mind control, reality warping, instantaneous combustion, illusion manipulation— but of course her power had to be spontaneous clairvoyance.

“i— i hope i didn’t scare you too badly,” she said softly, almost a whisper as she twiddled with her thumb, in part shame and part exhilaration. “i probably wasn’t even that scary,” she continued, mumbling to herself. “I mean, i was a little scary, probably, but not too much. i think.” 

[acxeunwoo-blog]

( the fool )

          — @acxzero

logically, eunwoo knew the differences between april fool’s and halloween. logically, eunwoo knew one took place in early april and the other in late october. logically, eunwoo knew that dressing up in strange costumes and scaring people were reserved for halloween, and april fool’s were for silly pranks (or for lucky mutants who could show off their powers). logically, jung eunwoo was a lot of things— but she most definitely was not logical. 

or at least that was how she tried to reason with herself as she crouched in darkness behind a column, in anticipation of professor kwon, her head draped with her bed-sheets, in an attempt to look like a ghost. 

her legs had began cramping fifteen minutes ago (it felt like it had been seventy hours and she didn’t have a watch with her) and there was a decent amount of sweat covering her forehead, but there was a stubborn pout placed permanently on her face as she continued the ridiculously long wait. it was strange: professor kwon’s afternoon class ended an hour ago and he always made his way down this particular hallway. plus, he was a strange stickler for routine, which meant he had to walk down this hallway. but, yet, her only accompaniment was the spider in the corner of the wall and the line of ants that had finished their journey a while ago. 

and then, there were sounds— footsteps that sounded remarkably like her favourite professors (honestly they all sounded the same to her, but this sounded exceptionally similar) and she leaped out, her legs cramping out in pain, and screamed out as loud as she can: “boo!”

only to realize it was not professor kwon. great. 

[acxeunwoo-blog]

/screams incoherently/

hi guys. my name is mai (hA mai name is mai ok i’ll send myself out the door now) and this is my little bby eunwoo. she’s a clairvoyant who has been here for 5ever so she has declared herself to be the one-man welcoming committee of xavier’s, even though she really has no jurisdiction to do that. plots-wise, i’m open to mostly anything so if you’re interested, you can either: (a) check my plots page out, (b) message/im me or (c ) like this point and i’ll pester you for the next sixteen months and two days, no more and no less. i’ve been running on minimum sleep the past few days (rip) so i’m gonna crash but here’s a litle sparknotes™ version of who eunwoo is!!!!!!!

mother dropped her outside the door (so cliche, tragic) and wiped her memory so xavier’s her only home - insanely protective over anyone who might harm the school or its inhabitants (so potential vandals watch out!! she might glare angrily at you from the side before threatening to break your front teeth maybe)

too loud, too enthusiastic, too intense. sounds like she’s either high or overly-caffeinated 24/7

speaks at about 25,983 words per second, give or take a few thousands

really sensitive about her lack of control over her powers?? girl didn’t ask for this shiz, she was hoping for wings

prone to sleeping a lot (partially bc of her powers, partially bc of who she is as a person)

nEEDS FRENDS SHE NEEDS AFFIRMATION IN LIFE pls give her her ride-or-dies - can either hype her up or mellow her down, both are needed and wanted

she treats everyone like they’re friends (sorry if you are a staff)

ooh someone who wants to get a vision from her so badly would be hilarous “can u just tell me the winning ticket for sunday??” “...it... doesn’t.......work....that...way...”

EVENT RELATED: she wants someone to go to the spooky places of the mansions with her pls she has been there in the day but it’s different (bonus point if they’re either super scared or totally unfazed by everything) 

EVENT RELATED: someone to prank people with she loves pranks (harmless pranks tho!!) oR someone she pranks

EVENT RELATED: two people accidentally get stuck in some creepy janitor closet/danger room/mysterious room plS

EVENT RELATED: people to go mattress-surfing down the stairs with 

ok that’s all from me rn (running on 2% battery, both my laptop and me) and i hope to plot with everyone very very very soon! muacks

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