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@advheechul Prompt
Namjoon would like to think his oppressive aura is just the constant presence of a ghost, but he can’t think of a single soul that would have any real reason to haunt him in such a way. That no kind of evidence had been brought to light on any of his miniature ouija boards hardly proves anything, but the roughly weekly reminder of not-so-human residents around him helps pull his imagination back at least a step. He’d seen cases on television, things considered far more normal, claimed ‘mutant’ more for publicity’s sake than anything else. People born with slight offsets in the make up of their bodies, children born with an extra toe or pupils of different sizes. The abilities he’d been made aware of since stepping foot on Daybreak’s grounds, however, are so far removed from anything he’s ever known outside of his books that the mixture of thrill and fright is sometimes accompanied by a third measure of almost false acceptance. So many things he can see with his own eyes and, despite his willingness to believe, it still proves a tad difficult. Reluctance to fully acknowledge his surroundings is made that much easier when he still spends a large portion of his time alone, locked away in his room or creeping out to his garden at night, those few and far between visits to the city only further proving life moving forward as usual. Sometimes he thinks maybe he just lucked out on a fancy new apartment. Other times he thinks he’s just stuck in a lucid dream because people can’t just emit energy or combust or fly or do half the things he’s seen but these do and he’s one of them. How much being ‘one of them’ counts for he’s hardly begun to discover, though he’s met some fairly nice people since his stay and is a bit happier for it. It’s perhaps the improved mood that puts him back up to blogging again, usual lengthy pieces encouraging discussion reduced in size and number during the first few weeks of his stay. Nervousness, uncertainty, the impulsive venture into planning and maintaining a summer plot to give his thoughts more mundane subjects to focus on. Now with his routine altered but mostly restored and excess energy quelled by a recent outing, all that’s left is the tranquility and free flow of thoughts purely wondering, appreciation for the relative sense of timelessness during a morning and afternoon spent in front of his keyboard. The concept of lore and legend itself pulls his focus, a subject on its own. Story as an extension of the self, as an escape, habit and character displayed in conveyed emotion and detail. How much validity can be attributed and how many were possibly self made accounts. It isn’t until the middle of his latest entry to the series that he pauses, realization that the entries as a whole are a bit muddled, drifting from one subject to the next. They aren’t without cohesion but he frowns anyways, just about to redraft his newest writings when a notification comes through. Half expecting an anonymous vote on one of Omni’s drawings his brows lift when an actual comment loads in, neatly composed, more than just a passing fancy. For a moment he tenses, but as he reads on the intricacy of the feedback leaves him quickly typing up a reply of his own, wrapped neatly in a question extended through pure curiosity. [[ Zen: Hope you don’t mind me asking, but what’s your favorite urban legend? ]]
@advnamjoon
It’s all these quaint little cafes that are way, in their purpose of becoming special little snowflakes that no one will even associate with anything else in their life, that become a part of the generic, mass-marketed products that society has learnt to buy into, brainwashed by companies and advertising into becoming slaves of consumerism through extravagant lifestyles that are labeled a ‘need’ instead of a ‘want’.
(He is pretty sure he has stolen that line somewhere off Fight Club, but if there is one thing that literature has thought him, is that all great writers have essentially written a dystopia that the world has either been or will become. Chuck Palahniuk was not wrong, not even in the slightest bit.)
Heechul is a consumer, and he has no qualms in being one as he sits in this cafe and leeches off free wifi in his boredom with enough caffeine in his system to fuel a whole city for days. But then again, it is not exactly his fault that the electricity in his apartment building had gone off due to a little rat problem that the management was trying to fix and Heechul was quite irked about, seeing as he paid all his bills, including his maintenance, in time to prevent problems like these from arising.
Maybe Heechul could write a book one day about how consumerism is the big monster that materializes into the God that we worship and the Devil that we despise, both sides of the same coin. The ultimate advancement of human innovation and the restart of all civilization.
Of course, he is pretty sure no one would really read it, considering the fact that there was not anyone who would understand why Heechul would never give it a happy ending for the simple reason that there are never any real happy endings in reality and he is a terrible pessimist like that.
He starts thinking if he should even try writing a page or two when the email notification pops up at the side of his laptop, washing away the thoughts as quickly as they come.
Zen is quick to reply, he will have to admit. Heechul wonders exactly what he does for a living but it is not a question he should even be asking so he reads the response to his comment on his latest entry.
It is surprising in length, almost the same of his own and written with such enthusiasm that it makes the sides of Heechul’s lips tilt upwards a little, in a sort of semi-grin that he hopes does not have him looking like a mad man thinking about how to attempt murder.
[[kitkat: I’m not much for urban legends since I sort of prefer stuff like mythology, but I do know that it’s the Mooncake Festival now, which means that the Hungry Ghost Month is coming soon. You’re really into ghosts and the supernatural, right? Or at least, that’s what I can tell from all your previous posts. Would moving this to an IM or something be a little more convenient for you?]]
