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The female flashed a polite smile to the other. “You hit it right on the nail— I’m from Colorado originally.” Eva nodded, thinking back to her family living back in America. “It can get a bit lonely here, but I’ve managed to do it for years now— don’t wanna break my streak.” She released a chuckle, running her fingers through her hair. “Where are you from?”
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Body Modifiers || Mary&Yixing
"Well." He repeated, a spacey look on his face, as if it was talking him a moment to process just exactly what she was saying. "Oh!" And he jerked into action, stumbling in place do something. "My place is just a few blocks from here." He explained, pointing in the direction he usually took home. He supposed it would be as good as any other place. And the adrenaline was pumping back in his veins and he was quick to wrap his fingers around her wrist and yank her along behind him.
He settled into a brisk walk, not a run due to the fact it would most likely attract attention. ”The neighbors are nosy, but not unused to me bringing girls home. Ah… you might want to clean that blood off of your face though, because I’m pretty sure they’ll say something about that— ah, they being this annoying old couple that always like.. judge me.” He babbled on, feet splashing in a few puddles on the streets as he followed his familiar path home. He was excited and when Yixing was excited, when he was in the moment and working off the high, he tended to talk a lot, which this situation was no different.
"Um…" However, his next words sounded a bit sheepish, a little drown out by the sound of their foot steps on the empty streets. "I know you’re obviously from the underground, but… I don’t quite recall your name, I mean— I know who you are, I remember that, but.. yeah, I’ve never been too good with names." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, giving her a sheepish look over his shoulder. "It wasn’t a Korean name though, right?"
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Dᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ [ᴍᴘ+ᴊᴜ]
He watches her, on her little trip from the kitchen to the living room - carefully, shrewdly. She is reserved, contained. She must be annoyed at his blatant disregard for her preferences, but she’s hiding it well. All professional on the surface, placid as can be. He appreciates it.
He remains still as she places the water, deciding to take it later - or perhaps not at all, since he’s not feeling especially parched. Eyes travel up her hand and follow her to her seat. Even her clothes are impeccable, not a wayward thread in sight. It’s almost surreal.
"Exactly right. I was born with it."
The memory of one of his earlier hospital visits makes a ripple in the back of his mind. The doctor in his memory is older, a graying man with a stern look that asks him if he can read the first few lines of the chart on the wall. He can’t. The woman in front of him may have a similar aura, but in all other ways appears to be the opposite of the man with the stethoscope.
At the question, his brow furrows. He’s not entirely sure, at this point. He’s been correcting and overcorrecting for so long that he can’t accurately tell, himself. With his glasses, it’s better, but without them, he’s sure that it’s pretty spotty. So he reaches for the water bottle, decides his hand is a little too far to the right, and adjusts, picks it up by the top.
"Adequate with these on," he motions to the spectacles sitting on the end of his nose with a finger, and goes to work unscrewing the cap of the bottle out of habit, "But getting worse." He takes a drink, swallows, nods.
"I know. I wasn’t expecting any serious care, to be quite honest," he says, "There’s no cure for this, there’s no getting better, even with therapy. I just need you to examine me every once in a while and document things for me."
He spins the cap back on and sets the bottle back onto the table, maybe a little further away from the edge than strictly necessary. Now he’s a little too aware of his own movements. He’s never liked talking about this.
"Not just my eyes, actually. I would be coming to you for other things - things I can’t exactly patch up myself."
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The title says it all. Life is busy (not that I'm complaining), so I'll be taking my leave. Thank you to everyone who roleplayed with me.
You're My Idol ✄ Mary&Sunye
"Well… I’m sad that you’re no longer a fan. Life can sometimes take us away from certain things that we used to enjoy…" Sun didn’t know how to take all this. It was clear that the young woman wasn’t the typical kind of person she was used to meet, especially if it was someone who called herself a fan or a former fan. The lack of emotion in her intrigued Sunye.
Sun tried once again to study but, the presence of the woman wasn’t helping her to get the enough concentration. “And… did you go to one of our concerts or something like that?”
Sun knew that the girl could get annoyed at her for trying to continue the conversation when she was clearly studying or something. The books around her seemed quite dense and heavy. She could see that they were about topics that she wasn’t used to but they were familiar in a certain sense, maybe for the drawings and pictures on it. “Studying something related to medicine?” was the second question she asked, hoping that Mary would want to answer at least one.
"Hm." After all these years, her used-to-be "idol" can still catch her attention with only words. There was truth in what Sunye had said, Mary would admit that. A lot was given up for Mary to get into Seoul National University and even more was sacrificed for her admittance in medical school. Joys were quickly replaced with stressful thoughts but it was all worth it. Things have to be given up in life in order for one to advance forward. Thinking about her sacrifices now, Mary would say everything was worth it.
"A few and music show recordings." She could feel a small wave of nostalgia through her body but refused for it to affect her outward appearance. This was childish of her.
Her eyes caught the other's looking over towards the stack of medical books on her side of the table. Two were about the history and innovations of medical practices, one about Joseon-era medicine, and the last one was her discarded philosophy book. "Yeah, medicine." Mary felt no need to elaborate on her succinct answer. If the other wanted to know more, she could just slide the book over to join the other's stack of books.
Sleepover || Mary&Natalya
”I….I’ll try.” was all Natalya managed to say, guessing that if she did end up passing out and if any of the visions would come, she could easly blame it on the TV show…yeah perfect.
Truthfully, Natalya was pretty OCD herself like her brother when it came to things being clean or putting stuff in their order, ofcourse it wasn’t as bad as Hiro who every time he would visit her he would end up cleaning up her whole shop with just his napkin. She guessed it was something she watched her brother do and since when she was little she had always looked up to him and admired him, it became natural for her to do it well.
It was the night time that things became messy, specially when Soojung was away. It was then when empty cans would be laying on the ground of both energy drinks and coffee. One would imagine beer cans, but Natalya wasn’t a drinker. No, she just didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to get as much possible energy to keep herself awake, to avoid those images that would disturb her peaceful sleep every night. Those images that lead her to cry and scream each time she would wake up.
The caffeine wasn’t the only thing she abused no, it had gotten to the point where she would drink down non prescribed medicine each time she would begin feeling drowsy. Of course while the coffee was obvious, the pills were something she would hide. The last thing she needed to hear or get her friends worried about was of her ‘addiction’.
”Alright. I’ll go get you some sheets and a pillow then. You’re lucky though, we have one of those sofa’s that you can turn into a bed.” Natalya chuckled as she saw it coming that Mary would deny sleeping in the bed of her roomate. She was pretty much the type to avoid any possible human contact or sharing things that had been used before by someone else.
Returning to the room with what Mary had asked her to bring, her eyes went wide at the mention of the coffee cans wich she hoped had all ended in the trashcan. ”Oh gosh..” she heaved a sigh, it was useless to try and hide such a thing but she could atleast try to hide half of the story ”Sorry about that..My cat likes knocking things off of counters.” her teeth sank into her bottom lip knowing it was such a poor excuse.
Handing her the blanket and glass of water, she picked up one of the last cans that was hiding under the couch ”Yeah I’ve heard that before I know…I suppose now you know why I’m always hyper and unable to stand still.” Natalya quietly clicked her tongue and gave a shrug of her shoulders.
It wasn't a until a few seconds after her peacoat had came off that Mary realized this was one of the rare moments where another person could see her without the coat. A person would be at the end of a gun barrel before he or she would see what attire she wore underneath. Where and when her habit of "covering-up" originated was blurry to her. It might have been after her professors betrayed her trust. Or it might have been when she realized peacoats were comfortable and fashionable to wear on a daily basis. All she knew was that her peacoat would stay on in public.
By now, Mary would have immediately covered up but this was Natalya-- harmless Natalya, who definitely had no connections to the more important people in Mary's life. So she laid her palms flat against her dress to smooth out the wrinkles in the fabric. Then her fingers came up to quickly comb through her long locks, pulling them over her should to fix herself for the "proper look." Normally, friends would behave casually in such a setting but she wasn't friends with Natalya and no setting outside of her own apartment was casual.
"Oh, those...," she commented as the other left the room. Her feet stepped away from the sofa for Mary grab the cushions and dropped them onto the floor. With the metal handle exposed, she grabbed the bar and unfolded the mattress. From what she could see, it was relatively clean enough for her to sleep on. She preferred this much more than Natalya's roommate's bed. "It'll do," she mumbled to herself with a shrug. of acceptance for her situation.
"Where's your cat?" The question came immediately after the other's excuse. If a feline did live in the apartment, Mary could see no sign of the animal. The absence of a litter box was a big clue. Her hands came out to take the blanket and pillows from the other and placed them on the mattress. The pillow went at the top while the blanket laid at the foot. Everything was neatly arranged for a night's worth of sleep.
The glass of water stayed in Mary's hand as she took a seat on the edge of the bed and faced the other. "Haven't you built up an immunity to it?" Her legs crossed over with her arms doing the same on top of her knees. "Your heart is going to have problems in a few years." Eyes gazing over the other, she pursed her lips in disapproval of the other's coffee-drink habits. Though it was disapproval, it shouldn't be confused with concern. She was merly speaking from a medical point-of-view.
"Mary— pretty name." The female nodded with a small smile; she noticed her lack of expression, and Eva mentally toned down her smiles, thinking that she was maybe overdoing it. "Are you from the U.S? Mary is an English name, if I’m not mistaken."
"Thanks." A brief smile could be seen on her features but it quickly disappeared. Mary tried her best not to show anything else, even though the compliment was baseless. A name is a name. "I'm not. Are you? Eva is also an English name."
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"But without your band aid, my blister would've opened and then I probably would've bled out." She chuckled, slipping her heel back onto her foot. "I'm Eva, by the way. It's nice to meet you." The female held her right hand out with a bright smile.
Her lips pursed as she swallowed back a retort for the woman. It wouldn't be so bad if the other started bleeding out right now. "Mary." Her expression reminded blank while speaking to the woman and glanced down at the other's hand before extending out her own for a quick handshake.
Thank you! {Hana widens a smile as she listens to the compliment, wrinkling her nose a bit} You’re a caring and sweet eonnie. That’s why I love you so much! {She chuckles, sitting on the ground as she starts taking Fluffy’s stuff from the bags} Yes, eonnie! {She answers as she starts carefully putting everything inside the cage, making sure the places were good enough for the hamster and that he would have enough space to run an play. She then stands up and walks towards the kitchen to fill the water pot} It smells good, eonnie. {The girl points out with a smile as she tries reaching the sink one more time}
`to the child's declaration of love, Mary only smiled as her attention returned to the steak cooking on the pan. her hand moved the slab of meat around to prevent its underside from burning while she thought over how naive--or rather innoncent the younger was. her victims and generally everyone else wouldn't consider her 'caring' and 'sweet,' but she accepted that fact. after all, she did treat children better. her mind was pulled back to reality at the sound of the younger's footsteps approaching and she turned to face the child; Thanks, it's almost ready too. `as she stabbed the prongs of the fork back into the meat to flip it onto the raw side, she pointed to the fridge; Get a bottle of water from there and pour it for Fluffy to drink. Tap water is a bit dirty for someone as precious as him.
(Semi-)Hiatus ✕
Start - 09/01
End - when I feel like it
Body Modifiers || Mary&Yixing
His neighborhood was no where near dangerous. He’s never ever had a reason to worry, to fear, even when he left the shop nearing the early hours of the morning when it was a fact the delinquents and other dangers were out and about. It did helped he only lived a mere four blocks away so he didn’t have long to walk in the first place, but even considering that, he felt as if there was no danger that could be given to him. Only, sometimes Yixing had a severe problem with speaking too soon, assuming things too often and when he found himself at the exact wrong end of a blade.
Something about being in the eyes of trouble made Yixing giddy, and this was an instant where he felt he was locked gaze to gaze with some of the biggest trouble of it all. Her voice was familiar, edging the edges of some of his distant memories of dark clubs and very, very illegal happenings. It reminded him of something he wasn’t a part of anymore and made him furrow his brow in thought. “Well, I don’t exactly want to die.” He answered, even if he wasn’t presented with a question. “And it looks like you’re not really up to negotiating, so… I guess my only option is to help you right?”
He could always try and run, but as she pressed the blade harder against his skin, not that he minded, Yixing always had a love for how sharp, sharp things felt against his skin, he really didn’t feel like it because in all actuality, in his twisted opinion, this could somehow prove to be fun, if not life threatening, well— more so than it already was.
Despite her active avoidance of socializing, being involved in the underbelly of Seoul forced Mary to make acquaintances to ensure her own survival. Every one that she knew served an underlying purpose, even if the person wasn't actively aware of his or her role. Along with this group of people, she also had the displeasure of knowing others who existed in her life just for the sole reason of existence. There were many times when she was tempted to this crowd to leave her alone, but her mind would always tell her to stop. Everyone had a purpose and it takes time to realize that. Tonight, it was Yixing's turn to discover his.
"I'm glad you understand." Mary lowered her scalpel to hold the surgical instrument beside her. There was no hint of fear in the male's voice, which was something that didn't surprise her. He had always been a little "off," in her opinion. A person once told her that the male found joy in highly dangerous situation. This came into her favour tonight and she would exploit it for her own gain. "Unless you want to be capture by a few men with guns soon, we need to hide." We. That word was ridiculous to her, but in times like this, she'll pretend to play along.
"Well?" Her voice showed urgency in its tone as she stepped back from the male. His death could still come if he failed to act quickly enough. With her fingers readjusted themselves around the leather handle of the medical bag, Mary stared at the male while the street lamp illuminated the side of her face to show a smear of blood from her victim. The rushed escaped hard her forgetting about her standard cleaning procedure. Underneath her peacoat, she could imagine the blood drying on her apron and staining the inside of the coat. Perfect. One ruined coat to go along with tonight.
BASIC:
Name: Mary Park Nickname(s): Bloody Mary Age: 25
LIKES / DISLIKES:
Favourite Colour(s): Green Least Favourite Colour: White Favourite Food: Dotorimuk Least Favourite Food: Ramen Favourite Band/Artist: Johannes Brahms Least Favourite Band/Artist: TBA Favourite Type of Movie: Documentary Least Favourite Type of Movie: Stereotypical movies
One thing you can’t get enough of: Chocolate milkshake One thing you hate more than anything: People
LOVE LIFE:
Are you single? Yes. Do you have a crush on anyone right now? No. Do you flirt a lot? No, I'm too intelligent and self-respecting to lower myself to that level. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, it's been scientifically proven. Do you fall in love fast? No, only the desperate and needy do. Do you ever make the first move? No. Do you want to get married? In what lifetime?
ARE YOU…
A daydreamer? No. Talkative? No. Energetic? No. Happy? Define it. Trustworthy? Will it benefit me? Confident? Of course. Friendly? Depends on if you're stupid or not. Sarcastic? Always. Dependable? Depends. Adaptable? Yes. Emotionally strong? Definitely yes.
Religious? No. Indecisive? No. Outgoing? Never. Nosy? No, I don't want to know about your life. Lazy? No, the lazy are despicable. Artistic? No. Thoughtful? No. Considerate? No. Romantic? No. Obsessive? No. Sincere? Never. Tolerant? Never.
Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
Thomas Hobbes
Headcanon: Mind Palace ☗
Mary practices Method of Loci, commonly known as 'mind palace' or 'memory palace.' It is a mnemonic device that's used as method of memory enhancement through visualization to organize and recall information.
Although she didn't a staunched practitioner (as opposed to Hannibal), Mary primarily uses her mind palace to remember information pertaining to the medical field and the people she comes across. She discovered this technique in her senior year of high school and began practicing in order to study better for her exams. As she has matured, she continued to grow her mind palace for personal and professional reasons.
Mary's mind palace has a similar layout to the library in 'Beauty and the Beast.' If she ever needs to recall a disease's cure or a gang's connections, she will find the appropriate book and "read" about the information.
He could feel his insides twist a bit at the harsh reality of her words, keeping his mouth shut because it was his race after all. Anything he says would only be held against him. Men have their uncontrollable drive for lust, undeniably accurate for most men especially in their prime years of being active. Kyungsoo could only hang his head lowly, mumbling an “ah” in acknowledgement as he scrunched his nose, little creases forming by his glabella.
"Yes, other name." He replies thriftly, choosing to pattern his words carefully. His head bobbed slowly as she explained, taking note of the instructions on the back of his head. Mental notes didn’t fade in his memory. The name Mary Park might stick on his mind now, every now and then, or maybe not at all, depending on how well she leaves an impression as they nearly parted ways. "You haven’t. Please, colleagues of mine are never a waste of time, even during work hours. Besides, this is a dead shift after all." With his eyes glancing over to the empty halls, he points to the one on the far left and smiles brightly. "I’m afraid I can’t accompany you down to the lobby right now since I’ll be attending a meeting in a few minutes."
"But still...," she chuckled softly under her breath while shaking her head. "What if a nurse had come by early and saw you slacking off?" Mary quickly gathered herself to follow his finger to see the elevator and made a mental note to take the life down. Turning back towards him, she smiled reassuringly as her medical bag went from her right hand to her left. "It's okay. Your meeting is much more important. Again, what would your colleagues say if you're late. You might be working with a group of slackers soon. As Dr. Lee always said, 'Work hard to save lives.'" Though she didn't outwardly show it, mentioning their old professor left a bitter taste on her tongue. Good thing he was dead.
"Well, I'll let you get it the meeting then." Even though it seemed formal for two former schoolmates, Mary chose to dip her head in a bow for her goodbye. Shaking hands felt too awkward and she was definitely not one to initiate a hug. "I'll see you soon then." Hoping to lighten their parting, she smiled widely towards him before turning around and headed to the elevators. Once there, she pushed the down arrow and after a few minutes, stepped into the lift and watched the doors closed. She would have to remember her exact words to him. Another version of her "drop-out" story had come to life and it was her job to continue it.
