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#𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄 ° ° ° an ind. role-play blog for yue sosnowski, an original character based on themes of duty, shelter & yearning; an old heart of gold in search of fulfilment.

#pinned. do not reblog.

𝐘𝐔𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 & 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, but when it comes to random acts of violence & abuse, turning a blind eye is never an option. that day, when he was done with work & ready to drive back home to his adoptive daughter, yue immediately stopped as soon as he heard commotion coming from a nearby parking lot, a sound of someone slamming against the hood of a car & mocking laughter echoing loudly. he didn't even hesitate to approach, still holding own car keys in hand before walking right into the scene; three roguish men & another who they are crowding, pushing & yanking by the luscious blonde hair, demanding all sort of unreasonable, unsavoury things.

yue doesn't attempt to call them out. he just approaches. in few short steps he is behind the laughing three, standing directly by the one who appears to be the leader. an unkept, rough-around-the-edges sort of guy, physically stronger than most but that's all there is really; he wouldn't survive a day in the black garden penitentiary. ❝ hey, ❞ yue speaks up, startling the man in front of him who suddenly jolts & turns around, looking at the man who is at least good two feet taller than him, ❝ i suggest you stop what you are doing now & go home. just leave him be. ❞ yue's sharp silver eyes shift over to miyazumi for a second, taking in his ripped shirt, handsome face & bruised cheek just as the other two men freeze in place, their own eyes locked on yue's attire ── a glossy peaked cap, an elegant black suit, black gloves, & a large overcoat adorned with a silver badge & epaulettes ── a warden's official uniform. they reluctantly release the man who is practically still on top of the car, only for the leader to spit to the side & glare at the towering man before him. ❝ the fuck you mean go home, huh?? why don't you get lost before i── ❞

that sentence was never finished, for yue's gloved fist was faster, sending the man straight to the ground along with his golden tooth.

@tsuiokuno ( for miyazumi. )

#ooc: yue be like: ' i'm too tired for this sh*t' lmao

d-ualities

❝ the truth is, warden, ❞ ethan's gated walls came undone, let it be due to some mutual professional trust or because that somehow, someway, yue came across as dependable. our detective's spent voice carried a touch of weariness, ❝ this case in particular… it’s more than just another file on my desk. it's becoming almost personal at this point. there’s a thread here that ties neatly into this killer whose eluded me for months. this prisoner, this guy might hold the puzzle piece, or he might be just another dead end. ❞ cautious is his gaze that seeks to steal a gander from the warden, gauging for any reaction that surprisingly enough does not manifest, though he keeps his own expression carefully neutral. the detective knew the importance of keeping his cards close to his chest, after all, everyone has always an agenda hidden & especially in a place like a penitentiary.

footsteps once heard as a solid resonant cadence transfixed into a refined, lightening melodious tone of marble. ethan ceased accompanying yue any further, pausing just outside the cavernous maw leading inside the black garden building. ❝ i chose this hour because i need clarity. no distractions, no interruptions. just me, the prisoner, & the lead. i’m not here to waste my time, or your time. i need answers, & i need them now before someone else is killed. ❞ there’s a hard edge to his tone, hinting at the plausible exhaustion of options.

his pause brought an opportunity for the sound of the rain to fill in the vacant small gap between them. the whole experience hinged on the warden's capabilities, & in good honesty, in ethan's eyes he had proven already to be an impeccable host. the detective's gaze dared not vacate the warden's countenance for even a second's worth ❝ so yes, your assumption is correct. this case is dire, & i would appreciate to just talk to the prisoner as soon as possible. ❞

aurescere

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, turning ever so slightly to glance back over own shoulder. ethan chase is just how the files paint him out to be, ambitious, honest & gallant, a man who chooses free labour over personal well-being which, in fact, isn't always good but very respectable nonetheless in the eyes of someone such as himself; an idealist, a workaholic; the warden understands his frustration better than anybody. it'd be downright hypocritical to dismiss his request. still, be as it may, even the most valiant of men have to play by the book here in black garden ── no exceptions. they both have their work cut out for them, & the warden will make sure to follow all necessary protocols even if their agendas happen to unfortunately clash.

❝ i see... ❞

facing the open entrance once again, yue folds the umbrella & hands it over to a stationed officer nearby, muttering in a low, detached tone, almost mechanic, ❝ let us head straight for my office then, detective. we can discuss all the essential details about the prisoner before making our way over to the interrogation room. ❞ taking a step forward, yue passes through the threshold between darkness & light, adding, ❝ & while we are inside, i expect for your phone to be promptly turned off & any weapons or sharp items left here at the front desk. this includes any pencils & pens as well. ❞ gesturing towards the reception ahead, ethan is welcomed by a rather breath-taking sight.

the reception room is monumentally spacious, with polished black tiles, black marble walls, & a single beam of orange light pouring down from above onto what appears to be a tall rectangle made out of black glass; each side impeccably smooth, sleek & reflectionless, like windows to a void. as they approach it slowly, each step echoing throughout the vast space, there's not even a single other person or piece of furniture to be seen, almost as if they have walked right into a dystopian art gallery instead of a prison. something about all this feels strange. something inexplicable, unnerving, something like dread. whether ethan realizes it or not, this reception is but a minimalistic spec within the grand structure that is the black garden penitentiary.

❝ over here, mr. chase. ❞ the warden pauses directly before the tall black rectangle & no moment later, a slate suddenly opens, his gloved idly hand motioning at it. ❝ just slide your belongings inside, if you may. ❞

#ooc: thank you! i love your writing just as much

d-ualities

for a brief, heart skipping moment, ethan stood frozen in time. his gaze had fixated & his mind wandered off, lost in those silver tinted eyes; our detective was no more than a soaked mannequin. the surgical mask that obscured the warden’s face only seemed to amplify the allure of those piercing orbs ── like shards of ice glinting in the winter sun.

ethan felt a disorienting jolt whilst ensnared by the volatile contrast between the warden’s imposing presence & unearthly elegance of his cold, striking eyes. his hand lingered in mid-air until it somehow find directions to grasp the warden's gloved palm, giving a light squeeze. ❝ . . .afternoon, warden sodowski. ❞ the man's grasp was firm, calculated, precise, one could even swear he was testing our detective's physical strength for good measure. ❝ the journey was uneventful, just as the weather. ❞ black garden's oppressive outlook was as reflective of the man that stood before him, impeccable.

❝ as you probably know why i'm here, what are the chances of us getting started today? i am unaware of your regime, or practices & it is late, the prisoner is probably asleep. ❞ absorbed in a plethora of thoughts, ethan paid no mind as to how soaked he were: water streamed down his face, his clothes, it pooled at his feet & yet he remained almost oblivious to the implications of that. everything & anything near the warden was transparent, leaving yue as one focal point.

aurescere

❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑, 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟓𝟑𝟗𝟓𝟕-𝐀𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 & 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, ❞ glancing over at the officer near, yue's free gloved hand reaches up & retrieves the umbrella from him; ❝ panie mariuszu, niech pan da znać personelu że detektyw chase już jest i nie będzie mnie na stanowisku przez następne dwie godziny. zastępujący naczelnik już wie o tym i zajmie moje miejsce. ❞

❝ tak jest, panie naczelniku. ❞ the younger man immediately salutes & spins around 'pon the heel, in practiced motions marching straight back to the towering slab of concrete & steel. yue turns back to ethan just then, shifting the umbrella over his soaked head. ❝ i've taken into consideration the time of your arrival mr. chase, & made the necessary arrangements to ensure your safety & comfort here at the black garden. before we proceed, please allow me to accommodate you. follow me. ❞

slowly budging from the spot, the warden begins to walk all the while shielding them both from the rain, its bulleting drops pounding loud & heavy against the umbrella's canopy like little rough chunks of diamonds; a most oppressing sort of weather, but not entirely unexpected. the black garden penitentiary is located in the middle of a dead zone, after all. there's nothing here for thousands of miles. nothing but withered trees, mud, & an ocean as vast & bleak as the weeping sky above. those who once sought to run on the wings of freedom have found nothing but further hopelessness & despair. ❝ if i may ask, detective, ❞ yue speaks up gently, his silvery eyes looking straight ahead as his lips shift against the cotton material of the medical mask, ❝ since you insisted to visit today & at this rather... unconventional hour, am i correct to assume that this case is quite dire? ❞

#you're right. he has so much power over this place that he can quite literally lock up ethan and nobody will even question him lmao #such a good thing he isn't a bad guy ~#just be sure to be on your best behaviour and he will play nice

❝ here you are, & don't think of refusing it. it ain't cheap. ❞ ethan placed down a fairly tall cup of iced white mocha with sweet cold foam cream. it looked extravagant for a cup of caffeine.

𝐘𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄́ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒. despite such sweltering weather, he is still sporting an elegant black business suit with no tie & an open collar, his sterling watch glinting like the surface of a still lake at dawn whenever those long fingers run through the curly locks of his daughter's hair. she is incredibly petite, starry-eyed, & wearing a white summer dress that makes her reminiscent of a miniature angel 'pon the warden's lap ── & his expression couldn't be anymore serene. yue seems almost lost in another world for a moment, a small smile warming its way to his plush lips seconds before ethan presents the ice mocha & yue at long last returns back to reality, a quiet ' oh ' escaping him. ❝ you really shouldn't have.... ❞

the rejection hangs heavy 'pon the tongue, but victoria is faster. she immediately reaches forward & drags the plastic cup closer, desperately leaning up on her adoptive father's lap in attempt to catch the straw between her lips but the warden tuts & chuckles, tapping her tiny nose. ❝ zaraz, zaraz. a gdzie ty, moja mała damo? to należy do tatusia. ❞ the child tilts her head up & pouts, half-pleading & half-glaring in defiance as the once pale cheeks start to visibly redden. again, yue chuckles & picks up a silver spoon, scooping a bit of the white crème from the mocha, a subtle glance thrown ethan's way. ❝ ale skoro jesteś taka grzeczna, no to masz. prezent od pana ethana. ❞

needless to say, victoria immediately brightens up & devours that spoon just as the warden smiles like a playful fox, knowing well that while ethan doesn't understand even a lick of polish, such gesture & tone very much speak for themselves; victoria is about to get some very bad habits.

#ooc: this was just too cute for words #he is literally turning ethan into a santa claus

d-ualities

cold is the rain lashing against the windscreen of the vehicle as detective chase navigated a long desolate road to the penitentiary. the bleak heavenly canvas turned the outside world into a veil of blurry water meshing the road like an ocean. ethan’s hands tightened against the steering wheel as one's mind weighed down heavily; how long had the killing been happening? how long had the cases been pilling at his desk?

the copycat serial killer had struck again just recently, leaving yet another fresh crime scene etched in the detective's mind. sleep was a distant memory, replaced by anxiety and bitter coffee. now, he was on route to meet a man monster who might hold answers — the original killer, locked away behind the somber walls of the prison. as he approached the encroaching jail, its massive structure glared out from the darkness, lightning revealing its jagged silhouette threatening to consume anything and everything.

ethan pulled up to the prison gates, greeted by a distinctive pair of cold and wet faces belonging to two stern officers on duty. one of them confirmed his identity in order to him inside where he'd have to wait. the gates creaked open, and ethan drove through, parking in the bleak, floodlit courtyard. stepping out, the icy rain soaked through his coat, but he paid it little mind as the thought of the criminal lived rent free in his mind.

as ethan stood there, dripping water onto the cold stone floor, his eyes searched only for the single source of what was to be considered a lead - the warden.

― 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 ☎: @aurescere ― 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✎: meeting with warden yue

aurescere

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌. a curtain of murky water poured down from the portico & over the stone steps, making its way over to the heart of the square like a funeral procession. that august it rained thus & so almost everyday, & even though many long gave into their end-of-summer woes, yue remained as resolute & unmovable as the carpathian mountain; his posture perfectly straight, his gloved hands folded behind own back & chin raised, his gaze partially obscured by the peaked cap; the warden was a natural leader, & it showed. he didn't even need to speak for the lines of officers flanking him to suddenly part their way & let him descend, being sorely crowded by their leader's imposing height.

as he slowly stepped out from underneath the portico's protection, one of the officers immediately jogged up to yue & opened up a black umbrella, shielding him from the onslaught of rain just in time. still, not a glance was spared as he walked, slowly, confidently, approaching none other than the soaked detective. ❝ afternoon, mr. chase, ❞ he now greets with a heavy polish accent, ❝ you're thirty minutes early it seems.. ── that's good. ❞ stopping right in front of ethan, the warden's cold silver eyes peer at him from underneath the peaked cap, giving him a quick look over, almost, judgemental. ❝ i'm sodowski, yue. a pleasure. ❞ despite the rather passive expression & even more passive tone at which he speaks, a gloved hand is promptly extended nonetheless. ❝ i do hope your journey here was far more bearable than the circumstances that have brought you to black garden today. ❞

#ooc: your starter was perfect! thank you.#i feel so sad for chase just soaking away.. poor guy.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒:

name: yue sosnowski

title: the warden of ' black garden penitentiary. '

gender: male.

age: 35

species: human.

race: half polish / japanese.

abilities & talents: leadership & management, strategic planning, risk assessment, surveillance, conflict resolution, interrogation & negotiation skills ( including hostage situations ), strict control over public relations / media, inmate behaviour analysis, technology proficiency ( for tracking inmates & staff activities, data collection, security assessments, operational decisions, financial acumen, etc... etc... ), proficiency in various forms of firearms, high stamina, excellent in hand-to-hand combat & subduing, a good father, secretly talented in desserts.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋:

alignment: neutral good.

sins: pride, pessimism & vindictiveness.

virtues: self-discipline, loyalty, honesty & confidence.

family: igor sosnowski & hanae sato ( both alive & well. )

children: victoria sosnowska ( adopted. )

sexual orientation: homosexual. ( closeted. )

sexual role: dominant.

relationship status: single.

libido: low.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋:

build: yue is a very tall, broad-shouldered man with a strong physique & defined muscles. he can easily tower over / overshadow most individuals without trying. his hands have long elegant fingers & neatly trimmed nails, yet slightly rough from years of manhandling inmates.

height: 6'4

hair: dark hazelnut with a curtain hairstyle, always clean & presentable. very soft to the touch. a scent of rose shampoo can be felt when near.

eyes: piercing & sharp, adorned with long lashes & deep silver hues that resemble the colours of the late winter sky. they visibly soften whenever looking at his daughter.

skin: pale, smooth & fair with an old bullet wound on his chest - still sensitive to the touch.

distinguishable features: a cold piercing gaze, commanding presence & a small beauty mark underneath the right eye.

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘:

tba.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀:

while yue excels in his position within the black garden penitentiary, he also tends to overwork himself to the point of living solely on coffee. this weary state often makes him seem stern & even unapproachable, much like a grumpy old cat.

victoria came into yue's life unexpectingly, when he was still a police officer, & she a dying wish of a victim he failed to save. in time, he came to love her as his very own & now cannot be separated. he spoils her to bits.

victoria is currently three years old. she is a very bubbly child with curly blonde hair & bright hazel eyes.

nobody knows of his true sexuality. as such, yue has to deal with his mother's rather pressing suggestion of getting married off as soon as possible, not so much for victoria's sake as it is for his own appearances. needless to say, he politely pushes away the idea every time.

#( about yue. )

vaememes

some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )

goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.

nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.

push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.

bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.

slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.

gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.

sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.

stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.

sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.

trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.

love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.

piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.

jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.

dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.

carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.

lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.

shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.

wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.

fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.

arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.

hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.

gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.

betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.

nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.

karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.

laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.

murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.

wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

#Feel free to send in one if you wanna start a thing!#Don't mind having multiple threads either ~#( just be sure to pick for which muse!)

mirayama

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