A blast of color blinded Emily’s vision as she beheld the spectacle before her. Sitting on the platform on the ridge of the rooftop, her legs dangled in the air, eyes focused on the adeptly coordinated Fireworks show. Sipping on the refreshing cold beer in her left hand, she leaned back, her right hand supporting her as the wind blew softly against her auburn locks. The image of a blue rose appeared in her head, leaving an icy touch on the corner of her heart as she closed her eyes - It’s over she mused to herself as she remembered the bittersweet memories of a few New Years Past. and Gone The wind seemed to whisper as her eyes opened again - once again finding herself emmersed in the beauty of fire before her. Fireworks had always intruiged Emily, bringing with it an unexplainable feeling of both calmness and comfort. It brought with it many bittersweet memories of her past, her entire mind enveloped in her memories the moment she closed her eyes, but the moment she opened them, they seemed to dissapear completely. Sneaking back into the locked doors of whence they escaped. Lost in her thoughts, Emily failed to notice the approaching footsteps up the stairs. It was the creaking of the archaic door that brought her back to reality. Turning her head lazily in the direction of the door, she was surprised at the person who stepped it. So it seems I won’t be spending New Years alone tonight she mused to herself. pretending not to acknowledge the appearance of the uninvited guest,Emily turned her head back towards the scenes of colors bursting before her eyes - her attention on the fireworks once again.
Bom weaved in and out of the mass of slicked bodies grinding against each other to the thumping, loud, deafening bass of the house music, to the other end of the room. Passing a waiter along the way, she winks at him less than subtly and snatches a drink from his tray before walking away deftly. Feeling slightly tipsy, Bom pauses and leans against the wall behind her. She brings the rim of the glass to her lips, and tilts her head back, downing its contents in one go.
It really had been a while since she drank so much alcohol in one night. Her duties in the spd mostly prevented her from being in an unhealthy state of consciousness. Cursing the spd for heaving her with work, she questions for the nth time why she had chosen to be in the spd for her undercover work. She chews her bottom lip and ponders for a moment what surprises the new year would bring her. God wiling, she would find an interest somewhere to do something else with her life whilst still serving Arcanum. Maybe she could paint or draw, she thinks and at this thought she giggles unceremoniously at how ridiculous it sounded. Art and Bom didn't really go well together.
The tintinnabulation sound of glasses clinking against one another and the musky smell of sweat made her head pound; her vision, swirl a little. Stumbling around slightly, she founds a door that leads to the rooftop and pushes it open without thought. She mewls in pleasure at the way the cold air blankets her, forming a cooling and comforting embrace as she ascended the stairs. Her fingers finds the cooling metal of the door knob and she pushes it open carefully, thinking for a second that the door simply led to the edge of the rooftop. The alcohol was really doing wonders to her brain.
Though her vision was blurry, she makes out the silhouette of a familiar girl sitting on the edge. The girl turns to glance at Bom before turning away again, ignoring her. Bom's eyebrow quirks up in question but feeling taciturn, she simply slumps down to the floor and leans against the now-closed door, enjoying the high and up-close view of the fireworks in the sky.
As soon as the music hits to the passing of the 2nd verse of the song, Some of the students had begin slowing their movements, some who lost track of the beats as the music hits a faster range of tone and some who had a confused look on them as they scan aimlessly at the others, trying to catch and copy off the steps made. Soon came the raising of hands, in which Dongwoo had gone over to them with a smile and starts teaching them the steps done in a easy-going pace.
He repeats the steps over and over again from a few students to the next after they had caught on the steps taught. The smile of the students face after they had successfully attempted the moves taught made Dongwoo feels like he had achieved something though it was only the beginning of the class.
Moving on, he then noticed of the familiar female figure. Seeing how she had stumbled slightly, he quickly made his way over to her when he sees the other raising her hand. Walking over the other, he makes a clear mental note on how work is work and social is social, and Dongwoo would not be affected since he had come to be used to this when he works in the club at night.”Is there anything wrong..?”, he asked with a cautious tone and of course, a smile plastered on his face. “Is there a step you couldn’t get of?”
Bom pauses and looks on as her instructor tended to her other classmates. For a replacement instructor he was doing rather well in adapting to the class. He had successfully instructed one or two other of her classmates before he glanced her way and caught her raised hand. Sending him a brief but sweet smile, she saw him nod in acknowledgement before turning back again to finish off helping the student at his side.
Once done, he walked to her way and Bom ponders for a split second what information to feed him with. Putting up a shy facade up-close, she looked away and avoided eye contact with him as he asked her his question.
"Um, I don't get the three steps you just taught before this. Could you do it slower for me?"
Bom held the handgun in her hand appreciatively, eyes scrutinizing every crevice and curve of the small but lethal weapon. This particular handgun was like no other she had seen before. It's muzzle was tinted with silver, hand grip coated in gold and the proud dragon sigil of its owner engraved delicately on its side. For a second Bom was highly tempted to run away with Sehun's weapon.
"Can I take a-""No."
"But it's the-"
Bom's sentence hung in mid-air as she caught Sehun's eyes glaring at her.
"Fine, fine," she scoffs and places it the weapon gently back to its original place - a casing intricately designed with the very same dragon sigil.
"Actually I was about to say that you need not ask from me anymore, Ms Bom. That's the birthday gift I was talking about."
Bom's fingers froze on the latch of the casing and her jaw widened slightly. Her head swiftly turns towards Sehun and she blinks her eyes at him in a mix of confusion and surprise.
"No way," she whispers and takes a step or two back, letting his words really sink into her.
Her lips quirk up in a smile which slowly grows into a wide grin and she lets out a feral scream, and Sehun visibly winces. Grabbing the casing in an excited yet gentle manner she literally skips her way around him in circles screaming in joy and appreciation.
"Stop screaming or I'll shut you up!"
Bom pauses at Sehun's voice and stops skipping for a second. She still wears the wide grin of hers. Her head tilted and she looked wonderingly at him for a moment. The metaphorical light bulb seems to go off somewhere above her and she turns away from him towards the direction of the door.
"Shut me up how? I'm the one with the gun hun," she comments with a hint of amusement as she flashes the casing in her hand.
Ahead Bom spots her friend, Faith and starts running after her intending on showing off her new toy. Intentionally trying to piss off Sehun, she starts screaming again about her birthday gift, making sure he could her from the other room.
In said room, Sehun buries his head into the pillows trying to drown out her screams.
"Bitch," he mutters under his breath, glaring at her voice.
If there’s one thing Dongwoo could do is to let the ground eat him alive and never let him out. But the ground doesn’t, to Dongwoo’s dismay. That aside, Dongwoo’s eyes follows the newcomer that had entered the studio and he finds himself in an almost eye following trance. Shaking his head to snap himself away before he gets noticed, he tells himself it’s time to be professional. Work and social lives must not be involved with one and another. With a assuring nod to himself, he then speaks in his loud voice he uses when there’s a large number of student in the class. It wasn’t loud but since the studio wasn’t all that large either and the amount of people that is in the studio now, he figures it’s alright.
"So.. we’re are going to begin with the warm-ups and off to basic music exercise. Get a spot and make sure there’s at least a few centimeter gap between you and the person around you. Spread out as much as y’all can, aite?", he tells the class as he begins to play a music with a click from the remote he had in his pocket, hoping that it won’t be all but silence in the studio.
Once everyone had settle on a spot they find comfort in to warm up, he begin counting as the rest follow suit in following his actions. “1..2..3..”, the count continues on till 8 and another warm up move was made and the counts are repeated for a couple of times until the basic warm-ups are done.
"We’re gonna move on to basic music exercise so follow along, aite? And if anyone can’t follow along, raise up your hand, okay?", he smiles at his words as he then show the class a few steps for the basic music exercise before they could proceed on to doing it. "Is everyone settle with the simple steps? I’ll be playing the music and we’ll follow it’s beats, okay?", he tells the dancers gathered as he clicks on a button on the remote, the speakers booming out to Britney Spears’ toxic. "And 1..2..3.. go.", he counts and on cue of the ‘go’, he starts moving with the steps thought while keeping a close sight of the dancers.
Puffing her cheeks, Bom takes a step into the dance studio and looks around her. Most of those who had already arrived earlier were mostly around her age and maybe younger. She wasn't always a very shy and reserved girl but when it came to reconnecting with something from her past, she tended to do just that. Even as she walked towards a corner to put her bag on the floor and do her own warm-ups did she still feel a little apprehensive in taking up the class.
She smiled at a girl who looked at about 20 and introduced herself briefly before lining up beside her. Looking ahead she realized (with a little dismay) that the person at the front leading the class wasn't the stranger she had bumped into the other day. In his place, was a lean man with tousled light brown hair and high cheekbones. He was rather attractive, Bom thought and smiled in anticipation for the class to come.
Bom noted with interest that he was a replacement instructor after hearing a conversation between two friends in front of her and she wondered for a second if she would bump into the stranger she had met anytime soon.
Somewhere in the room music started playing and the instructor cued for everyone to get in line and get ready. The exercises were simple enough to follow and Bom found herself following the instructor in front with ease, no surprise considering her past experience. Once the slightly difficult dance moves came however, she noticed a few of her other classmates start to raise their hands for help from their dance instructor.
An idea flashed in her head, and her lips quirked to form a smirk. Though again, she had no difficulty with the pace of learning, she was interested to see how her dance instructor was really like.
Pretending to stumble a little, she paused for a second and raised her hand.
Bom's head tilted to the side, her eyebrow quirking at the girl in amusement. She had some nerve, Bom thought flippantly. Her eyes gave a swift assessment of said girl and she pondered for a second whether to just get up to her and push her aside.
Bom had wanted to take the shortcut home from the bar round the corner when all of a sudden a figure had appeared in the secluded and narrow alleyway refusing to budge and let her be on her way.Bom's hand slips to the gun in her holster and she scoffs slightly.
"Alright then," she affirms and moves to swiftly lodge the gun's muzzle to the girl's throat.
Bom looked up when she hears Leo's voice and flashes him a brief smile."Yeah, definitely,"she answers before proceeding to stand up and stretch her arms.
"Literally too at that,"she sighs.
Just yesterday a kick had literally landed right smack in her bum as she had was holding down onto a struggling suspect. A female that one was but quite feisty; refusing to surrender. Annoyed, Bom had "accidentally" smacked said suspect's forehead against the door of the car as she pushed her in.
Sometimes she did wonder why she didn't take up another less physical job.
Like the music beats played that secures the whole building of the crowded club, Dongwoo finds himself looking at a particular pretty female figure that sits by the bar, a drink glass held with her slender fingers. He ensures himself that this is definitely not love in first sight because he is already attached mentally with another despite his inner debations. He also confirms that he wasn’t particularly sexual interested in the other but he did felt a some sort of attraction. He doubt it’s physical because Dongwoo wasn’t one to look for the looks of others. He believes firm in personality and inner beauty of one’s. So what was it that makes the female figure held captive of Dongwoo’s attention than the others who were around him?
This activity of his goes on for days to weeks. Dongwoo would find himself being drown in the crowd of dancing people who are then covered in sweat, alcohol and some might even stink of sex and tainted in alluring red lipstick. Him being in the crowd not only helps him keep a distance from the attraction but also it gives Dongwoo a natural reason to look at the other without being told off as a stalker or something since he could be glancing anywhere.
At every ‘stalking’ days of his, he never had the guts to ask for the other’s name at least. He would just look at the other and smiling at her small unimportant gestures. Sometimes he would make note on how she came dressed in. At times she would come in pretty cocktail dresses and sometimes she would come in plain but of course not without makeup. Dongwoo also notices how at times the other would gently rub her nape or lightly hits her shoulder in ease. He also notices that she orders drink between champagne, Martinis and dry cocktails. Sojus on hard days, at times, where she would sometimes rant to bartenders who are wiling to listen or she would end up talking to herself when she is drunk. At times, Dongwoo would risk himself and accompany the other, to listen to her rants when she’s fully drunk and not sane enough to remember him the day after. These little gestures of Dongwoo makes him happy but he would still keep his distance after.
But as of now, Dongwoo is currently stuck in dance studio. His friend, who is a dance instructor had called in sick and had begged him even, to replace him for the evening. Dongwoo too had been noted that a few new students were to come in. With heavy heart and being the Dongwoo he is, he kindly help his sickly friend, and of course making the other promised him for a all-you-can-eat buffet treat.
So he Dongwoo is, dancing in lack of movements but still his moves came out as if he was putting effort in it as he picks out some few upbeat songs from the CDs they had as he waits for the students to come in the medium sized studio. Soon, one by one, people aged from their teens to those who were of Dongwoo’s age came in, filing up the now not-so-empty studio.
Taking the prepared clipboard, he marks the attendance down, leaving only a few number people who have yet to reached the studio. Placing the clipboard aside, he tells the others to work on their warm-ups before they begin. Soon, the door rant open as the bells chimed softly and in came the rest of people who weren’t marked on the attendance and then his heart almost stopped as the one whom had caught his attention from his weekly-club-stalking entered the room in an almost graceful manner.
Bom smiles amusedly as she flips through the yellow, wrinkly, age-old pages of her photo album. Growing up as a child she was always so spoilt, always presented with the most wonderful activities a child could have, always encouraged to pursue her dreams and passions. The calm, graceful and poised dance of ballet had always enraptured her. Suffice to say, she had spent a large part of her childhood pursuing a passion in dance.
However, ever since the night her previous life completely fell apart, her passion for any interests in that life fell along. Her passion for dance completely died down and ceased to exist – not even a semblance of passion was left for the said art. Memories were tucked away in a little neat corner of her mind, the key to them metaphorically thrown over the edge of a cliff. Seeing the photos tugs at her heartstring and she feels a dabble of warmth enveloping her body as the memories starts resurfacing, seeping away from that small corner.
She was the happiest when she was dancing, (and reading), and almost half a decade later she wishes for that bit of happiness she used to enjoy - that bit of passion she used to have, burning inside her like a lighted flame refusing to be extinguished.
There was one thing her friend at the Seoul police department liked to say – more often than not we hold onto the past too much to appreciate and enjoy what we have in the present. No, of course, Bom could never and will never what completely tore her life apart, but amidst new passions she had discovered, she couldn’t ignore the ones she did have before. Dance was something she could retrieve from the past, it was something she could hold onto for a link to the past, and then and there Bom decided that she will welcome it back into her life again.
The next few weeks, she completely indulges in said art form albeit not in the graceful poise of ballet but simply letting herself free and moving to the beat of a song. During each of her visits to a club she rarely dances, choosing instead to focus on her drink and seclude herself in solitary. Determined, she joins in the mass of bodies grinding against each other to the heavy bass of club music and she finds the yet again, she is enraptured by it – by dance.
One day she bumps into a dance instructor, one with a good sense of balance to catch her in his arms when she almost falls and a charming smile to entice her with his words. A dance instructor, he said he was and Bom is suddenly drawn in to the idea of taking up dance lessons. She signs up with said instructor a few days later and walks away from the dance studio feeling satisfied with herself for taking that small step forwards.
Bom holds a confident and graceful poise as she walks to the dance studio but she is swallowing nervously. It had been quite awhile after all.
I feel so horrible for not posting;; school's been hectic even though 9 days of 2014 has just passed /jumps down a hole/ and tumblr is being glitchy;; i never received inbox notifs :c will reply them if i'm allowed back on the rp!
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYONE!! (its 2014 already here in Singapore heh)
I've only been at this rp for about a month plus and I don't think I've been very active plotting and writing much. I'll try harder in 2014!!
Anyway, I hope everyone has a good year ahead! And that we'll all grow to be better writers and that the rp will grow even livelier than before and stuff like that heh.
finally got around to starting my plots page orz;; only 4 for tonight, will probably add on to the list when i think of more plots~^^
{title + person it'd be nice to plot with}
[[All will probably be added to my (non-existent, as of now) relationships page.]]
we'll take the world on || anyone
Ever since that one day when Bom discovered the truth behind her father's dealings, she began to recoil away from her parents, her trust in them dissipating slowly. Up till that point in time, her parents were two people whom she treasured very dearly and whom she did so the most. To have them break her trust (albeit unknowingly) tore her heart apart.
Hurt by the very people she believed would be the last to do so, Bom found herself having difficulty trusting people, even those around her. She shut down a little inside and then more as time passed. Eventually she finds herself closed and wonders if anyone will ever get pass through her walls. One day while on a mission for spd, she meets someone (him or her) intriguing.
gettin' dumb || preferably citizen
Bom loved her job, both as an undercover spy and a member of spd, but sometimes the pressure of it all takes a toll on her. Having lost her family and immediately joining Arcanum at the young age of 16 and abandoning all of her previous life, Bom has only made acquaintances. Despite her lack of trust in people, she secretly longs to have a proper friend whom she could have fun with and take her worries away.
{basically just a fun fun relationship yay}
since our last farewell || scorpio (preferably one of the lower ranks)
Bom is assigned to work on a case involving the capture of a few scorpio members, to her utmost horror, she finds that she has to capture a friend from her previous life. What shocked her more was that that friend was now a member of scorpio. The two of them were close before at one point of time before Bom started shutting herself off from the people around her and eventually got up and simply left everything behind at the age of 16.
She has mixed feelings over her assignment - was this friend the same as before or had she/he changed? Why was she/he in the very faction she hated?
ride or die || spd
There were many things in life that she didn't like, but could put up with. The officer she was assigned to to work for a special case wasn't included there. The two have to either cooperate and put aside their differences or bicker all the way, even if it meant risking their operation.
do reply/drop an ask/aim if you'd like to plot! or if you have other plot ideas~^^
{also feel free to change the titles, i was listening to these songs when writing lmao}
aw man i wanna go to an amusement park D: its snowy over here tho
[[ i've never been to so many amusement parks at one shot (3 over 3 days) before though it was kind of tiring :x where do you live! where i do, the only proper amusement park we have has an entrance fee of about $70++ lol ]]
The constant tick of the clock accompanies Bom as she sat at her desk, typing away the last paragraph of her report on her computer. Darkness enshrouds her, the lights in the room all off but one, shinning down on her like a halo would shine on an angel. Ironically, many of those who thought they knew her would have agreed with such a comparison. In their eyes, Bom was indeed an angel. She had long, cascading brown locks that ended just below her chest, matching her light brown eyes. She never ceased to have a small smile on her face or a joke in hand. To everyone, this was Park Bom.
In truth, Bom hid her true self, like many others would. But her facade was an entirely crafted one she had created for her double life as member of the drug squad of the police department. When she returned occasionally to headquarters for an update or when needed, her mask sheds itself and she becomes the Bom that the people closer to her would recognize.
Sometimes though, she puts on her mask too long that even she, herself becomes convinced by her facade. Was her mask, a mask to hide or to reveal? Was this how she would have been like if she didn't have her family snatched away from her? She pondered these questions through and through, thought about it over a few sleepless nights but still couldn't find her answer.
Shutting down her computer after finally finishing her report, she gathered her things and flipped the office light off.
"Need a drink,"she mumbles to herself as she hums out a tune.
3) Every day for weeks, someone has been sneaking into my muse’s home or office and leaving a note which reads “Why did you do it?” I will write a drabble about what my muse assumes the note is about.
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[[AU:]]
Bom sips from her cup of coffee as she trudges down the hallway leading to her apartment. Pausing at her doorstep, her eyebrows ceases into a frown as she notices the scrap of brown paper peeking out from underneath her door.
The grasp on her cup tightens as she glances around her nervously. Fishing her keys from her pocket before bending down to pick the paper up, Bom inwardly cursed at the person leaving her the pieces of paper. Slipping inside, she quickly flipped the light switch and hung her coat. Settling herself on her ebony black couch, Bom looked warily at the piece of note paper in between her fingers.
The past month or so she had been getting such notes placed in the exact same manner, with the exact same paper and handwriting. Each note had contained only one word. Bom couldn’t deny that she was slightly nervous at flipping open the note. The past words had so far formed the sentence: Why did you do.
Slipping the paper open, her frown from before resurfaces and she unconsciously bites on her lower lip upon reading the new word.
"It?"
-Why did you do it?-
Bom let out a sigh and placed the items in her hand on her coffee table before lying down on her couch, facing the ceiling. If the person sending the notes were seeking some answers, they were being very helpful indeed. Very. Helpful.
"At least he bothered to add punctuation," she mumbles to herself lazily, while glancing at the note paper again.
Her finger curls a lock of hair and she tugs at it, frustrated being unable to understand the message. Do it? She did many fucking things, what the hell was the writer referring to?
Fingering the piece of brown paper, Bom tried to figure out the writer. She racked her brains trying to recall if any of her acquainatances would use such paper of it had been utterly random on the writer’s hand. Holding it up to give it a sniff, Bom swallowed uncomfortably as she caught wind of a whiff of a very familiar scent.
Min
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*The rain descended onto the city unforgivingly, belting hard onto the glass windows of the surrounding skyscrapers. Bom looked up at the unfortunate weather, scoffing at all the deities she could remember for ruining her only day off in a long time. Worst was that she didn’t have an umbrella with her.
Sighing aloud, she plopped herself onto the bus stop seat, waiting for the rain to reduce to a light drizzle. Everyone else had dashed for cover, either to a sheltered area or an open umbrella. The few who didn’t mind merely walked through the rain, soaking themselves to the skin. For a fleeting moment, Bom was rather tempted to join them but remembered that she was wearing her favorite blouse.
Looking at the people playing in the rain longingly, Bom waited as she willed the rain away.
"Going somewhere?"
Startled, Bom turned to look at the source of the voice. She didn’t realize she wasn’t the only one there. Her eyes met hazel-brown ones, and she gave a brief smile and nod to the stranger’s question.
"Ah me too. I have an umbrella but it’s useless in a downpour like this. I’ll wait with you if you don’t mind. My name’s Min, anyway."
A smile surfaces on Bom’s previously frowning face and she finds that she is starting to like the bubbly girl before her.
"I’m Bom."
"Come on in! I want to show you my room!"
Bom suppressed a laugh as she followed the girl tugging at her hand down the hallway. It was hard to keep up with humour, her high level of energy and her optimism. After all for Bom, it had been a while since she had a proper good laugh like that or an overly bubbly friend.
Ever since that man came into her family’s lives, everything had simply been a downhill. She blinked away tears that were starting to pool, it was no good for her to ruin the moment now.
"Oh Jinwoon, hello, I didn’t realize you were back."
Bom looked up when she heard Min talking to someone. His similar hazel eyes, sharp nose and high cheekbones made him looked so much like Min - he had to be the twin she was talking about.
___________
"Kim Jinwoon, here are his files. Eliminate him."
Bom nodded briefly and grabbed the manila envelope thrown carelessly onto her table. As it was, she already had a pile of paperwork to tend to and being assigned an Arcanum task made her huff.
She waited till Daniel, her superior both in the spd and at Arcanum left did she then flip open the envelope and pull out its contents.
As her eyes glance towards the small passport sized photo located at the top right of the document, Bom felt her body turn rigidly cold. She had killed before and it has never ever been a problem but this man, this man was Min’s twin.
And Min wasn’t just another stranger she met at the bus stop, or simply just a girl who re-igninted a sense of joy in her life, Min was her lover.
___________
"I’m sorry."
And without so much as a glance at her lover, Bom curled her index finger around her handgun, muzzle nestled at the crook of her victim’s neck. Ironic, considering how she was going to kill him next.
"Bom, please, no!"
'Click.'
"Jinwoon! Oh god, Jin-"
"I’m sorry, Min. I really am."
And she truly was. Never had she been apologetic about her job, never had she felt guilt consume her whole, never had she felt like turning the gun on herself because of shame. Never had she felt such feelings before, then again, she had had many firsts with Min.
Would she ever recover from the loss of such a rare beacon of light? Bom had pondered tirelessly about it for the past two days or so, but her hands were tied: she had a loyalty to Arcanum to upkeep and she had to do her job.
Despite being screamed at, despite being hit at, despite being pushed away, Bom gave Min one last tight hug and a kiss on her cheek and slowly walked away, the doors of her heat sealing itself again.
She had been close to failing her mission.
Love was too dangerous to play around with, she had decided.
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Bom stared again at the brown piece of paper.
"Why did you do it?"
"Because I had to Min, I had to,"she mumbled and then grabbed all the messages she had been left and threw it into the fire place, ridding her apartment of the new things that reminded her of her last lover.
How Min had been leaving the messages by her door, she did not know. That, however, could be left to another day, she had spent enough time reminiscing about something of the past that would never materialize again.
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