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Daniel Park ∘ Chemical Engineering Major ∘ Meth Cook They say that people never change. And when they do, it’s for the worse.

Daniel was just a simple, humble, incredibly smart 17-year-old Atlanta boy before moving to Korea to attend Seoul National University and study chemical engineering on a full ride. He was gifted. He knew he was going to gain the attention of many eyes.

One day. One person. One conversation would change his life and path he would go down for the rest of his life: a path that would turn him into Korea’s drug king pin at just 19 years old; selling the most chemically sound, pure methamphetamine to ever hit East Asian streets.

[ IMPORTANT ! ] Daniel is a muse who changes, evolves, and who’s plot moves forward through interactions. He is loosely based off Breaking Bad, a series showing how a man can go from good to bad to worse to total monster just by how power and their ego affects them. BECOME A PART OF DANIEL’S STORY! Click here (x) for more details.

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Hey kid, I needa borrow some money.

“You know you’re not gonna be able to call me that for long.” He sneered at the woman, though his hand was already drifting to the pocket with his wallet even before asking his question. “How much? And what for?”

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I live inside the belly of the rough, making me an angel on angel dust.

To help me grow, you must plant the seeds. I change and my form takes it shape because of you and your involvement. Through plots, interactions, and experience, this character changes from timid college kid to a monster hungry for power, and the appetite only gets bigger. A mind and life like his is far to complex, the most intricate of webs, to be explained in a few characters. I advise you to travel down the rabbit hole and see for yourself.

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Stars hidden by a cloudy sky and moon shining bright in the night, not the best time to be out with a complete stranger but her own values never respected what was good or bad. Soojung didn’t care about his previous stare or the reason why he was there, the brunette was only a bit talkative. Strangely. But something about him amused her just as much as she seemed funny to him. Of course, her reaction wasn’t completely natural due to the little pills she swallowed earlier to tame the pain of a wound but even painkillers couldn’t bring some ephemeral happiness and comfort.

The duffle bag on her shoulder fell to the ground when the weight started to bother her. Arms crossed, a quick idea made her way through her mind when she noticed the way his pupils reacted when she talked. Truly interesting. His question confused her before she raised an eyebrow out of curiosity. “Depends on what you have. But I’ll go with this.” A look shot at her bag, Soojung had been too lazy to search for her own belongings.

Slightly shaking her head, her fingers grabbed a cigarette. “I thought my question was clear…” She mumbled much more to herself than him, guys in these alleys couldn’t be trusted anyway, she hummed a soft melody playfully as her eyes met his once more. “Something that smells like chocolate.” Soojung stopped singing when the effect of the painkiller disappeared making her mood less amused when she felt the weight of her body hurting her left foot. A quick gesture asking for a lighter, the ballerina knew moving would be a problem. “Pray the smoke kills me before something else does.”

Her words caused a laugh to shake his shoulders as she slid the cigarette from the carton, promptly folding the lid back down after. He was only laughing at his own stupidity. Thank God at least he finally managed to calm down. This girl didn’t really seem like she was hunting -- trying to crack down. He never really saw and undercover cop look this tired and stressed anyway. 

His lips relaxed a little around his own smoke, however his words staying a little muffled as he continued to speak around it. “Oh yeah, let me just give you this big, fat, rolled tobacco stick laced with weed, LSD, and oxy.” He snorted and fished his red Bic lighter from his hoodie pocket, flicking the dial and igniting the flame to light her up and finally being able to properly exhale by taking his own between his two fingers.

“Something else, huh?” He leaned back up against the wall, his brows furrowing slight -- almost in interest -- before spewing out his next question. “What has it’s eye on you and is ready to kill you?” He flicked a speck of ash to the ground. The smells of fresh noodles and chicken started to die down from low street traffic and now the two of them only being lit by various shops’ neon and in-store lights -- the ambience actually becoming quite soothing.

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Chemistry Major-ssi, perhaps you would’ve been so kind as to supply me with some of your best chemical compounds put together and crumbled down into glowing dust. I’d go about calling it cactus buttons, innocuous and cute — but knowing you, you probably know what is it I’m asking for.

The voice was strange over the phone – foreign – in a way that he has absolutely no idea who it was. I mean, it wasn’t the first time Daniel had a phone call request for a shipment, however based on his security measures and definitely the laws in his country that had him crushed under its thumb, there was no such thing as too careful. “Sorry, have no idea what you’re talking about, got the wrong number.”

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People laughing had always been an enigma to her, without a real reason she couldn’t have that kind of reaction. Did she look funny to him? Probably. Her eyes now staring dreamily on the floor, Soojung wished to be at her place, smoking or drinking to forget an embarrassing moment. The stranger made her uncomfortable but her eyes were still staring at him as if he was a part of the wall, nothing more.

The voice didn’t fit the face and her surprise could be seen on her face. An eyebrow raised, she shrugged. It was getting late and her tolerance for anything else than her own interest was close to zero. Heavy eyelids dropping and the way she exhaled, everything in her appearance were giving the same signals: Soojung was tired. Truly, she wished she was high, listening to some classics as she dreamed of another life. “Jesus told me to love everyone, even the problematic ones.”

She took a moment to gaze at him once more with a lazy smile, a question crossing her thought. “Do you have one for me?”

It wasn’t too often that someone made him question his beliefs and devoutness within the first 8 seconds of meeting them. It also wasn’t too often someone even paid this much attention to him for this long just because of a simple five-second stare. It’s not like he had a problem with it, of course. It more so just caught him by surprise. Daniel didn’t expect such a voice and attitude from such a body and demeanor. Now that she was about twenty times closer than she was before, he could see the face that lacked emotion. He saw the tired eyes, and he expected the same tired voice -- the cookie-cutter burn-out. Even with the surprise, it was the pleasant kind.

          “Oh, really?” His nose crinkled in laughter, gaze going to the ground for a moment as well. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, and if it weren’t for the hour, it would be an all out cackle. “So, I’m ‘a problematic one’, huh?”

He brushed off the question, knowing it wasn't that big of a deal and really not caring for the answer, especially since he already knew what it was. However, it was her second question that made his eyes widen for a split second in anxiety. “One? One of what?” Did she hear the crinkling of plastic in his pocket as he fidgeted? Could it be some kind of smell on him? Really the absolute last thing he needed was to be busted for gram bags of crystal and coke being on him. Thankfully, his paranoia snapped in half and his logic came back to him right in time before he looked suspicious. Hopefully.

          “Oh! Oh, a smoke? Yeah, hold on.” He held his own between curled lips as he fished in the pocket of his track pants, popping open the carton and presenting the butts to her. “Hope you’re not a menthol person.”

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∙ muse’s name: soojung 🌸∙ muse’s picture: x∙ muse’s ringtone: too much love - belle & sebastian∙ last text: “i’ll be there in about an hour, i gotta couple things i need to take care of, see you then 😋

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∙ muse’s name: violet chachki 💅🏼∙ muse’s picture: x∙ muse’s ringtone: don’t stop me - queen∙ last text: “pls buy more milk the coco pops haven’t been eaten in 3 days… i feel like an absent father..,”

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( —— ) Step by step, Soojung approached him to get a better look. Eyes to eyes, maybe the oversized denim shirt she wore didn’t fit his expectation. Not everyone could appreciate the sight of a girl with a natural face but a mellow demeanor. Not everything could understand the freedom behind a simple being, a tired and emotionless noise in her throat formed words that finally meant something after a long day. “Do you have a problem?” Balancing on her feet, she looked as if she never controlled nor cared about what left her pale lips. But somehow, her own beliefs added a little something unnoticeable for an atheist. “Are you judging God’s creation?”

Daniel could only laugh. He didn’t even know she saw him staring. However, now, he allowed himself a good look at her — a better look at that soft face even if it was in low light, a better look at her rather lifeless expression and clothes and stance — before his eyes pierced back into hers, brows raised, all while he took another long drag of the tobacco. A grin still played on his lips.

          “I ain’t gotta problem,” he told her with a small shake of the head. His low voiced came out strained from keeping the smoke in his lungs, soon turning his head and curling his bottom lip in a way that allowed him to exhale it off to the side instead of right in her face. “You seem to be the one bothered, Miss Disciple.”

He flicked off the collected ash, shoving his free hand in his hoodie’s front pocket and idly fiddling with its contents.

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• hydriade

He hadn’t been himself lately. With ties he was told were invincible being cut, color in his surroundings seeming to fade, and his expression seeming to lose every human-like quality - to be replaced by what seemed like a robot in a rut - he sees himself alone in most of his coming days.

It may not have been such a bad thing, however. Nothing touched him when he was alone. Every Saturday night he helped the corner convenience store manager, Mrs. Kim, with end-of-the-day cleaning and stocking, only to loiter about in the back alley when he was done to chief a cigarette that sat rolled in his pocket.

He stay leaned against the wall, a 2 week old black hoodie encasing his body and a beanie he picked up from a street vendor that day masking his messy and probably oily mop of curls. Once every couple sets of seconds, a cloud of smoke pushed from his lungs was the only sightly thing that came into his vision, that wasn’t the case for very long.

A woman he hadn’t seen before had strolled up to the one-stop chicken and noodle shop on the other side of the back way. He did stare for a bit longer than he intended to - but could he really be blamed? She was slender, fair, with perfectly waved brunette hair and a beautiful face. He could only thank every god there was that she just happened to look his way as soon as his gaze averted.

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{ it doesn't have to be this way but all you see is flame, spark, light, color. you say you’ll sleep  it off, it'll be better in the morning but you never wake up. and the sound of the sirens will only get closer. }

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