lost treasure

multi-muse indie rp blog \\ mun is 25+ \\ 18+ content \\ oc \\ mv \\ ms \\ ill/literate "unhappy is the Grandeur which makes us too great to be good; and that Wit which sets us at a distance from true Wisdom." - m.astell ****UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION****

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+CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION+

WILL CONTINUE/START INTERACTIONS WITH JINAH THAT ARE NOT YH RELATED AND PLOTTING.

TASKS:

- UPDATE BLOG :’)

- ADD MAIN MUSE (Aishwaraya Rai FC)

- UPDATE MUSE PAGE

- UPDATE RULES

- MAKE NEW STARTERS

- ADD RUAH'S BIO

- ADD TAGS TO MUSES PAGE

- ADJUST JINAH'S BIO

Thank you for your patience!

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me, a roleplayer: our ship will develop slowly, naturally and realistically

me to me: make them fuck in their first meeting

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Ruha Tag Dump

*will be updated as we go*

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Aishwarya Rai, Ab Ab Laut Chalen, 1999.

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A New Treasure has been Discovered!

Introducing: Ruha Chopra

"What is temptation, if not the desire to fulfil my happiness?"

Will you capture this sparkling treasure?

Greetings. Description. Biography. Starters.

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aishwaraya rai faceclaim oc coming soon!

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Thank you to everyone who interacted with me in yh! I will be putting this bog into construction and making it a multi-muse blog.

I will continue to follow everyone for now, so if you want to sty in contact please like this, or dm me! 

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yhhaesol​:

“oh jeez, that sounds like such a pain,” haesol remarks with a sympathetic frown. he tilts his head in question. “what were they even there for so last minute? tourists who got lost and needed a place to stay for the night, i’m guessing?”

he makes his way into jinah’s apartment upon her insistence, glancing around the vicinity before following her towards the kitchen and taking a seat at the dining table. “oh no, it’s not a problem at all. don’t worry at all about it. i remember when i first moved here. i was in the same boat as you.”

“take the time you need, and thank you for accommodating me,” he adds, voice undeniably sincere as he grins at her. “if i knew you had such a late night at the inn, i wouldn’t have bothered you so early.”

Her plump lips set into a deeper pout while her waking orbs gazed at the man, almost as if they were whining. “How do you guess everything right? Ding, ding, ding! You are correct Mr. Lee.” Jinah shook her hand in the air with mocked excitement, turning her back to walk to her room, a change in attire needed for their morning adventure. She was glad that she had, at the very least, brushed her teeth. “There’s no way I would cancel on you. You don’t bother me.” Were her final words as she swept herself away. She was already struggling to make connections from the beginning and was not planning on ruining this one.

While Haesol busied themselves with tea, Jinah did her best to rush while getting ready. She wondered in idle amusement, if she was rushed every morning like this her morning routine would be much more efficient. Despite everything, it was hard to break from many of her chaebol girl habits. Washing her face, skincare, makeup and hair took her about twenty-five minutes total. Within that time she had also stopped to force a croissant into Haesol’s mouth as an apology for having him wait.

She came to the kitchen fully dressed with even her shoes on and a much more awake appearance on her features. “I’m ready. Sorry, again.” The woman’s expression gave off the impression of listlessness, but a shy, rosy hue on her cheeks gave way to her embarrassment. “Lead the way, Mr. Lee.”

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@yerinyh​ liked this post for an event starter!

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

... “Seriously?” A quiet groan left the older woman’s pursed lips as she waited for a response from the other side of the door. She was impatiently waiting for some kind of acknowledgment from the person behind the door. “Can you open up? It’s urgent!” Jinah spoke up querulously before knocking again.

There was a curious young writer- a journalist- in Yunhwa who had quite the talent for finding stories. Even Jinah, wo didn’t care much for the idle gossip of the town, would go out of her way to read their articles. Usually, Jinah found them to be pleasant or at least, entertaining.

Usually.

Only usually they were not about her, or more specifically, about her job at the local inn. During her usual, uneventful morning, she found the older ladies of her neighbourhood giving her the stink eye (if they hadn’t already since she moved to Yunhwa), whispering about her loose morals. Sleeping with a patron of the inn was not against the law, or the rules, or her contract; so she wondered why it became the topic on everyone’s hushed lips. At first, she didn’t mind it. That was until said patron left a privacy complaint to the inn as they checked out. Early. 

“Yerin. Come out. I need a word. I cannot have this be my life days before the parade.” another groan and another knock. She hoped the younger girl would finally open her front door.

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If the town of Yunhwa ever needed a mascot, Jinah considered Serim to be an optimal candidate.

The woman had been walking through Sunjaro street, tasked with the responsibility of setting up decorations at the inn to prepare for the upcoming parade for the Wishing Tree festival. Unwillingness aside, Jinah spent the time she had on the street to peek at the up and coming festivities. It was her first time experiencing this festival, so even she couldn’t help be excited.

The candescent light from the sun’s rays caressed her skin with exuberant warmth as the breeze kissed with the taste of the ocean encircled her motions. And the calloused, violent grip of a stranger pushing her against the rough grit of cement winded her from an optimistic dream. A small cry was all she could muster as the stranger fought her small form for her valuables. “No...way! You-- bastard!” She kicked and screamed louder, fighting for her bags until the moment he raised his leg to kick her most valuable asset; her face.

With a prayer to a God she didn’t trust, Jinah closed her eyes and prepared herself for the blow that would surely take her out. Waiting. She waited. More.

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Slowly, with care, her gold freckled eyes opened to investigate. Had he not hit her? Carefully, she looked up a bit more to see a new man standing before her while the other ran off into the darkness of hushed alleyways. Ah, she knew this person. Briefly, she recognized him from the grocery store.

“Serim.. Ah. Thank..s.”

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“People are posting so many sweet things at the hall for the Wishing Tree~... Gross...”

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{{ WILL BE POSTING STARTERS FOR THOSE WHO LIKED MY POST TODAY! }}

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yunayh​:

yuna gathered her hair into a ponytail, pulling the mask that was on her chin to her face. some minimal care and protection she always took when making food or serving someone, she didn’t like the idea of having a customer or visitor think she wasn’t up to sanitary standards. she had finished delivering the order for someone else, soon turning her attention back to jinah.

“maybe, a little.” she laughed, agreeing with her head. “not fully awake yet? or didn’t you rest well last night?” she asked as she organized her order, placing everything in the correct container to serve her. “are you going to eat here or to go?” she stared at her, also preparing the coffee she had ordered. she always gets excited when a customer becomes a regular.

A little bit of kindness was all she had to offer. 

Jinah found it much easier to be indifferent. The exhaustion of forced smiles, pleasant tones and gentle behaviour was something she reserved only for work. Cherry stained lips strained to settle in any other position aside from a downturned pout. Heavy upper lids cloaked auburn irises from the waking rays of the forenoon sun. A peached face never looked so cold. 

A woman casting what strikes as poor behaviour, Jinah would recover with silent gestures. A nod of her head, a tip larger than needed, a polite tone shying away from standoffish characters.

“Mm.” She responded to the questions prodded by Yuna, more than likely out of obligated kindness as well. She didn’t know, really. Is everyone in this town so cheerful? She found herself asking her heart this more than a few times. “Both.” Awake before sunrise, the woman could easily pass off as someone who the sandman had missed the previous night. In fact, he seemed to be avoiding her, leaving only nightmares to sooth his absence. “I am having a hard time falling asleep. Any small town remedies you could recommend? And to-go, please.”

She was not trying to be late again. “Do you usually open this early? Must be hard.”

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💮like this for an event starter from jinah!💮