PURE ELATION

[barbiienation]

heyheyhey i wrote this upon the fly so im sorry if it’s like,,, lacking in areas!!! (also bc im slowly figuring her out myself) but anw!! sups excited to be here, this is PARK JISU aka the jisu from the popular netflix reality SINGLES INFERNO but now she’s just ur everyday ol’ joe (joe? jane?) hanging at maehwa

read more abt her downfall below!!!!!!!! 

(also smash like 4 plots plz im despie)

(((if nobody calls her pretty in like 2min she will litro explode)))

ok bear w me i have no pages up bc ive been at work all day and just started this as soon as opening went down

tldr;

born and raised in georgia, jisu moved to seoul for her last two years of high school for reasons i have not thought of (idk but she Hates It) and tbh did not have a very grand time (but that’s ok, she’s pretty, see)

was a pageant brat prior the move, has been miss georgia teen etcetc (fun fact: her mom was miss georgia usa and runner up in miss america) so to say she’s learned to applied blush before she’s learned to walk wouldn’t be too far off

was set to participate in miss korea last year but deviated for the sake of participating in netflix’s singles inferno rip

rapidly gained popularity after the show and was rolling in endorsements and enjoying the high follower counts etc

Then Shit Hit The Fan

and tbh it wasn’t more like a one time scandal it was more like a multitude of claims that she a) stole boyfriends/husbands b) bullied peers in her school years c) cheated on her boyfriends d) had sugar dads/sponsors e) scammed people f) did drugs h) kicks puppies

^ i can confidently tell you at least 3 of these claims are true

anyway her manager or w/e thought its too risky to promote her or anything so just Kindly Suggested she kick it somewhere out of seoul while things died down

(doesn’t mean she doesnt update insta, follow her on @ peeachykeen on ig!)

so she’s here! yay!

NOT YAY? IDK

personality;

i’m still working on it, but you can expect the norm tbh: very vain, confidence levels are high, observant and good at reading people (expressions etc), self centered, judgmental, minor inferiority complex, aggressive, semi-insecure

she’s nice(?),,, sweet sometimes but u can’t really tell because the last half month she’s been here has just been her bitching about being stuck in a dingy place like this

PERSONALITY STILL UNDER DEV... MIGHT CHANGE SO DONT QUOTE ME ON THIS

fun facts;

essentially jia on singles inferno in that every guy was kinda !!! over her (i mean thats the wasian buff for u) but there wasn’t much interest from her end as much as it was, just enjoying her time being wine n dined n showered w affection

bleached her hair blonde after hs and dunno how to act clearly (aka NOT a natural blonde sadly) 

not very into casual relationships despite what she’ll say/do/imply - likes the CHASE n the teasing but like her body is a temple u can’t touch it unless your offerings are acceptable sorry—but if you wanna baby her and shower her with things like, that’s ok :)

aggressively online shopping to hide her pain of being holed up in this place so like the gazillion packages on the front porch is 100% hers, dont touch

on paper her english name is florence but nobody calls her that n u shouldn’t either this is ur one n only warning

plots;

 ur so cute i dont even have an profile page

i have nothing planned lets go wild :)

[barbiienation]

hey guys!! quick update nobody aked for—i’m still here but i’ll be working the next few days then jetting off on a small trip after so plotting n replies will be kinda Sporadic :/// but im still down to plot!! matter of fact pls like this so i can keep track/msg for plots :D

[kwdaebin]

@barbiienation

he remembers two things about her.

the first: she’s like him, one korean parent and one foreign, but he doesn’t remember which — he doesn’t really care to talk about family anymore since his own can’t be bothered to have him around. the second is that she’s absolutely and mind-numbingly drop dead gorgeous; so much so that jiyong could’ve sworn his feet were starting to swell from all of the blood rushing from his head downward. she doesn’t even smile at him that much if he’s being honest, but he’s buying her drinks at the bar and leaning too close to her ear to try to explain himself to her, that he’s not normally much of a drinker, but he’s beckoning the bartender over to get them a third round of shots and absolutely having nothing to show for himself otherwise.

the tequila goes down easier than the first two, because now, he’s feeling good and he’s got fucking aphrodite finally cracking a smile when he tells her something funny. jiyong has already forgotten he’s abandoned speaking korean entirely, his new york accent just as strong as it’d been the day he left the city. he’s trying to lay it onto her smooth, no sign of being rash or pushy. 

he buys her one more shot for the two of them before inviting her outside to smoke. she doesn’t seem like the type that does, judging by the plumpness and glow of her complexion that only highlights her beauty in the fluorescent overhead lighting in the back alleyway. “you smoke?” he asks, pulling a pack of cigarettes from the inner breast pocket of his denim jacket and offering her a light. “these aren’t what i normally smoke, to be honest. convenience store just for some reason was out of esse.”

[barbiienation]

     statistically speaking, the chances of being killed in a country like south korea is less than 2% per every 100 thousand people. not nearly as dicey as the numbers back in the comforts of her beloved peach state or the crummy fast-paced environment of the big apple. even so, here and now, jisu surely wished she could be nearly murdered. or even explicitly threatened. just a little.

     a bit of blood, adrenaline and nausea—is that not the best remedy for the ailment of cementing stagnancy in her?

     it’s why she’s here, after all, holed up by the bar with the third man’s who’ve tried to approach with complimentary shots in hand. at least, this one spoke her tongue far better than the rest; not to mention easier on the eyes. just know, if this was the last face she’s to see before the encompassing tenebrosity of death, then—well, C+. 

                                                                      dying in isa-ri of all places though, depressing.

     still, it wasn’t enough to deter her from accepting his invitation out. 

     “do i look like the type?” she blinks, well aware of what first impressions tend to be with girls like her; bottle blonde and heavy on the eye makeup to suit a night like this. nonetheless she takes the offer, pinches the butt between two fingers and brings it to her lips, “i’m supposed to be quitting,” 

                               read: she’s supposed to be doing a lot of things. 

     jisu tosses a disarming smile his way, leaning in to the bic in his grasp as her eyes flick upward to meet his. “you’ll keep my secret, right?"

[lindadarnell]

Rear Window (1954), dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[chrissongzzz]