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Anna (2019) Dir. Luc Besson
‘redemption arc’ this and ‘redemption arc’ that
wheres an arc where the hero gets morally corrupted by a villain and switches sides and becomes an even bigger threat as a result
where is my bastardization arc
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
A Bittersweet Life (2005) dir. Kim Ji-woon
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protect asian lives. say it with me.
“protect asian lives”
asians worldwide are being beaten and killed. and it keeps going unnoticed. if you are being silent, fuck you.
the amount of hate crimes against asians have risen 1900%. it’s not our fucking fault we are in this pandemic. asians arent a virus or a disease. leave us the fuck alone.
now say it again.
PROTECT ASIAN LIVES
she wasn’t ready for a fight tonight. of course, satomi would never let her guard down completely, but she was a little more relaxed than usual. it was more of a struggle than it should have been, but she managed to prevail, blood staining her white heels as she stands over the body. getting out of here will be hard, but she knows she’ll be able to handle it. the sight of another makes the anxiety rise to the surface, gun raised for a moment, but ultimately, it rests by her side once more. “they were mine. i know it for a fact. i don’t desire any trouble,” she has enough already, thank you very much. “i am perfectly capable of dealing with this." / @cnchunli.
“I don’t care.” A sound echoes when she cocks her gun again. When she approaches, █████ can make out the figure lying on the ground, producing a sea of blood that paints the street into a red color. The body is lean and tall, a victim of poverty and hunger, if anything, she reasons. █████ points her gun once more to the head and shoots. “My job is to keep you safe until the transaction is done.” A silence follows, there is no residue of useless mawkishness when she speaks. It is a job, and she prides herself on doing her job right. █████ slides her gun back into its holster. “I don’t give a fuck about what you think you’re capable of.”
█████ raises her hand and speaks into a speaker built into her bracelet. “Unidentified assailent. Can you get rid of the body before anyone finds him. And please find out who he was with. End.” Then, she grabs the younger woman by the arm and jerks her into following.
starter for @cnchunli for liking my promo verse: main
she was the embodiment of a pandora box, the arrival of a chaotic summer amidst the tender waves of spring — and miya was prone to be drawn to everything that exclaimed peril. hence a sip of an odious whiskey was taken, meeting her eyes for a good, and very appreciated, minute. ❝ drinking alone, at a bar? sounds an act of either boredom or despair. hopefully, it’s the first option. ❞
The entrance is flanked by big men with unpleasant faces. She hears exasperated voices and she can sense from the chaos that her presence threatens them. █████ takes seat at the bar. While usually she never turns her back to any entrance points, she makes note to break her own rules to lull any assailant into a false sense of security. And they know not to approach her, given the physical state she has left one of their buddies when he put his filthy hand on her waist -- she ripped it off at the wrist and stuffed it into his mouth.
But this thought quickly quiets down when █████ realises, she isn’t the talk of the town, at least not solely. Instead, she can see a female figure approaching through the reflection behind the bartender until the ominous woman stops right next to her. For a moment, their dark eyes dart light into each other. The ice clinks against the glass when █████ brings it to her lips. Whiskey on the rocks, the same choice her approacher has made.
“Boredom”, she repeats and laughs. █████ now turns around and faces the room again. There is a third option the woman is not taking into account: █████ enjoys being alone, she always has, but she doesn’t bother to burst the woman’s bubble. “It’s my first night here”, she lies through her teeth effortlessly, “I had to make it worth while. I’m staying not far from here.”
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The sirens of the police cars are shrill and piercing. █████ is surrounded. Exasperated voices circle all around her, then the sounds of guns cocking and a loud “Drop your weapons and raise your hands.” Contemplating her next steps, █████ decides it is best not to cause a scene, a blood bath of dim-witted police officers is not the way to safely leave the situation. So, slowly she raises her arms above her head.
The room is dim, and the room is cold. Sporadically breaking the silence is the ceiling light hanging low over the table in front of her, flickering every once in a while. A lone female detective is sitting right across from █████. She is a fair-skinned ravenette, with hair that sways every time she moves in her chair. The pen she holds scrachtes against a piece of paper. And the dark eyes that dart back at █████ are stern, leaving █████ to wonder how easily she can break the other’s facade down. She can feel a second set of eyes staring down at her through the doubled mirror behind the detective. Unimpressed, █████ stares at the tape recorder lying on the middle of the table.
The cold metal of the handcuffs presses awkwardly into her skin when she moves closer. “I repeat: My name is Jane Lee, I am 32 years old. I am a humanitarian. I am only passing through Seoul for my work. I have no permanent stay here.” █████ speaks with an American accent to make her story believable. This, and the fake passport they already confiscated.
Just a few days ago, she was under the burning Saharan sun in the state of Libya, savving a N.E.O. informant of a certain death by the Libyan External Security Organization. They have a very straight-forward way of solving their problems, all it takes is a bullet and the desert with them. Something █████ can admire. Nothing like the bureaucratic nonesense this hero in plainclothes across from her uses for an adrenaline rush.
“What jurisdiction do you have to keep me here anyway?” █████ plays a fool. It is a matter of days until N.E.O. will make her walk free again.
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the ground is much harder than she recalls her bed to be ─ yeonhee’s first thought, believing she has been fast asleep seconds ago. there’s slight confusion until she’s able to become aware of her surroundings, taking in ever detail (though she finds not many to take in). with the tightness around her neck and the darkness shrouding her gaze, yeonhee tries to stand up, stumbling towards the door that opens once she leans against it.
the sudden brightness hurts her eyes, his pitch-black gaze looks down on her.
they feel it competing with each other, a wave of rage building up ─ aware they are in a horrible condition, looking down on their limbs. covered in purple freckles, dried blood on their knuckles. dizziness takes over her head and they can hear him laugh in the back of their mind. but just as fast as he tried to come to the surface he was stifled in the very same moment, a choking pain, rushing down their throat as they fall to their knees in front of an approaching figure.
electrified.
she grabs the choker around her neck, tries to break it, of course with no success, without him, yeonhee is just another average person. weak.
words come out no more than a dry breath, her eyes meet the other’s without hesitation, seeping in fury. honestly, yeonhee expected someone else but something within tells her this agent guy is behind the act of her kidnapping. ❛ i was hoping you could upgrade me. ❜ she finally manages to cough out. ❛ the room is a bit … barren. ❜
Agent #051K had lost her before -- or him, as she was of male gender just a few years ago and thus fell under the radar when her form changed. This loss had been a major mark on Agent #051K’s otherwise striking resume. And to add salt to injury, Agent #167K had been named Agent in Command on his behalf.
█████ watches her company crouch down in front of the subject. The cigarette he puffs fills the air with the piercing smell of smoke, and it mixes with the stench of their subject’s burnt flesh and the mothballed odor of the old bedspreads. Light comes glaring through from the screen to her left which is placed in front of the window, glowing day and night to confuse their prisoner. She had escaped before, and tracking her down has proven especially difficult, but, despite her changed exterior, her DNA does not lie - it never does.
“Everything for you”, she hears his voice. Holangi places his warm hand on Yeonhee’s cheek, feigning comfort, the quiet before the storm as he would usually call it, and █████ can only roll her eyes at his theatrics, at the warm, alurring exterior to desguise the icy winters within. She has seen this tactic, it is one she has used before as well, but today she is the quiet observer, until she can figure a plan out to use Yeonhee for her full potential. Then, Holangi grabs Yeonhee by her hair and drags her back to her bed. There is a limp as he walks -- a testament of █████’s ruthlessness when she broke his leg two days ago during a disagreement, despite their accelerated abilities, it hasn’t healed completely.
█████ nears the bed where Holangi is keeping Yeonhee put. “Don’t worry”, she begins, her voice cold enough to freeze the other with every breath. “You won’t stay here. We’re leaving.” Swift fingers draw handcuffs from Holangi’s belt, and with a quick motion she puts one cuff on Yeonhee, the other one on her own wrists.
“We can’t stay here for long anyway. If we have found you --”
“Then some worse guys definitely know who you are as well”, █████ interrupts.
The Woman Who Invented Love, 1979, Jean Garret
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“don’t try to deny it. you would kill me in an instance would my death benefit you.”
“can i trust you?” “wouldn’t count on it. but you can, if you will.”
“you do realize that if i push that dashing little dagger into your heart, your [loved one] will put a hit on my own?”
“you said you’d kill me, amongst other things. so you either live up to those empty promises, or you stop making them.”
“i apologize, sincerely, for bringing him here. and if you want to drive a stake through his heart, i’m all for it.”
“you’re right, something was going on between us. but the truth is, you just don’t do it for me anymore.”
“you’ve got a dagger pointed at my heart.”
“if you’re telling the truth, if you’re so convinced you’ll kill me, do it.” [pause] “if you really wanted me dead, i would have already been six feet deep.”
“i know you don’t trust me, but i really am sorry. trust me, i didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” “yeah, i’m sure you didn’t. things just ‘happened’ to go in your favor.”
“i’ve begun to enjoy your company. never thought i’d say that, but i have.”
“and you’re not one to trust.” “what if you could trust me?” “i wouldn’t. and i won’t. i know better.” “do you? or are you simply trying to convince yourself that you’re better than you truly are?”
“you do better than to walk away.” “you’re right. i should have [walked] away a long time ago.”
“just trust me.” “i don’t trust you.” “just trust me.”
“congratulations. you finally turned me into the monster you always wanted.”
“i didn’t think this would happen.” “i know. that’s the problem. you don’t think.”
“even after everything you and i have been through, you still can’t find it in your heart to trust me?”
“if i wanted you dead, i could have killed you long ago. i decided to spare your life, but now you’re pushing it.”
“i still love him, you know. despite all the misery he’s caused me. i think there’s this part of my heart that’s reserved just for him.”
“i will always love you. always. you have a piece of my heart and it won’t go away.”
“use me, yeah? use me to forget about [what they need to forget about].”
“i won’t let myself get wrapped in your devil’s den.” “you’re already there, love.”
“you shouldn’t. you shouldn’t love me like this.” “i know, but i’m still thinking about you. even when i shouldn’t.”
*when one character chains up the other one* “i really don’t think this is necessary.” “just a precaution, darling.”
“i don’t need to be lectured. especially not by you.”
“your absence from [location] made me forget how utterly dreadful you are.”
“of course. we can’t forget how you let [character] chain you up against [whatever]. had you been smart, you would have negotiated your way out of it.”
“you shouldn’t be here.” “just say the word and i’ll leave. [pause] ’'you don’t want me to [leave], do you?”
“if you’re not interested in my trust, i’m taking it back.”
“of course, you could always choose death.”
“you know, that if any harm comes to me by your hands, they’ll have your head.”
“you killed an innocent man? who killed him?” [looks at their enemy] “of course. of course you did.”
“like i said, they’re allies, not friends. you on the other hand, might qualify as one.”
“sometimes your allies are deadly. and you have to blow a limb or two.”
“you look beautiful.” “you’re trying to manipulate me.” as a response to not accepting the compliment: “this is very unattractive behavior. i can see why you’re still single.”
“i’m not as bad as you think i am. there’s a beating heart in there, [long pause] somewhere.”
“you could take his ring, but not my peace offering? consider my feelings hurt.”
“there’s not a lot i would do for [character], expect get down on my knees.”
“i tried to be vulgar.” “not suitable for that pretty little head of yours.”
*grabs collar, yanks enemy close* “i recognize that perfume” *smirks*
“are you gonna pull that trigger?”
“mark my words, i’m going to kill you.” “go right ahead, love. i’m right here.”
“i’ll see you in hell.” “i’m sure the devil will greet us both with open arms.”
“you didn’t think i’d let you off this easily, did you? no, if we go down, we go down together.”
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Chihong stood abruptly feeling his center of gravity shift, though he remained poised over her wound with the alcohol he was using to clean her up. His combat training kicked in, years of work on the battlefield intermingled with the Hippocratic Oath he’d taken allowing him to react to her arrival without flinching at her threats- so here they were in their awkward push-and-pull. “I’ll stitch you up best I can,” he replied, his tone remaining surprisingly even despite the woman’s harsh words (of course, he wasn’t dense by any means and knew how capable she was, and if she’d lashed out on him, he was nigh-powerless to stop her), “Let me disinfect the wound first. I’ll try to be quick.” Deft hands worked quickly to finish the remaining clean-up, before he produced the familiar thread. “I’ve numbed the area around it. It’ll only take a moment.”
Feral, untamed, ready to bite at any given sign of danger. █████ digs her fingers into her seat, and she is strong enough that she breaks holes into the wood. Oh how much money she would pay not to feel all this excruciating pain - oh the money she would pay to die right then and there rather than to feel through this fire starting where the bullet entered her body right over her knee and travels through all fibres of her body. “Your best is cleary NOT good enough”, she snarls, pressing her tongue into the roof of her mouth.
@goddamnfaded ; src.
There is no hint of hesitation when she grabs Vesper by the collar and slams him into his chair. “Get your act together or I’ll make sure I will gut your insides out and turn you into a flesh suit.” She grinds her teeth together before the tension onto his collar is released and she gives him a gentle pat on the cheek. A taunting laugh rolls off her tongue and disappears right away into the seriousness of the situation.
“I own your soul now.” █████ folds the paper until it’s small enough to fit into the inside pocket of her long coat.