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it seems that junior's stay here is coming to an end. i'm sorry to everyone i plotted with and have rps with. i kinda lost interest in most of them ever since i started my semi-hiatus/hiatus for him. but yeah, i'll be replacing him with my old brotherhood park jihooo. so if you wanna replot, lemme know! (i couldn't stay away from jiho for too long, apparently. otl)
full hiatus for this kid —-
i know i haven't been on junior much for the past couple of weeks. (it was kinda like a semi-hiatus thing.) but i'm gonna put him on full hiatus for the next two weeks since i'll be in hong kong. it might get extended to three weeks since i'll have to prepare for the start of school after i get back. and uhhh, yeah. sorry for the inconvenience to everyone i plotted with and have paras with. see you guys on the flip side ~
»`✰; counting ducks ,
Today was the day. The best day of the entire year, he told himself. Even better than super-amazing-crazy all-night movie night (even though he always passed out by midnight) and all-you-can-eat burn-your-tongue-off dukbokki night (even though he always felt like exploding after the third batch). But tonight was even more special because he got to spend the next twelve or so hours with his best friend in the entire world, doing whatever the hell they wanted.
Jinyoung pranced down the familiar street with a goofy looking grin on his face. His favorite Superman backpack — a gift he had received from this particular best friend last Christmas — was strapped to his shoulders securely, although his tiny little hands still strangled the two fasteners like his life depended on it.
(But seriously, who didn't love Superman? He was the coolest mutant of all time, after all. Batman didn't have shit on him.)
Junior rocked back and forth on his heels, puffing up his cheeks like a blowfish while he waited at the front door. He stared at the doorbell, wondering if he had pressed it enough times already. Five was a good number, right? Yeah. He nodded to himself with a reassured (and slightly ignorant) expression on his round, chubby face. His vacant eyes soon brightened as the door swung open, revealing a hyper Soojung and a rather grumpy looking Sooyeon. He threw his arms up towards the younger and yelled in unrestrained excitement. "YAAAAAAH SOOJUNG-AH! LET'S EAT EVERYTHING AND STAY UP ALL NIGHT!"
His arms enveloped the other in a tight hug as he bounced up and down and spun around everywhere. They nearly hit a vase placed near the entrance way as his arm grazed against the object, but he quickly let go when he realized he had forgotten something. Tilting his head upwards to look at the stupid loser giant Sooyeon — yes, that was her nickname — he grinned widely, showing both rows of his pearly whites without shame. "And good evening to you, Sooyeon-ssi." Even though he had practically known the older girl for just as long as his best friend Soojung, Jinyoung drew a careful line between them when he greeted her. He only talked to her formally at these times because he thought he was a hilarious smart ass. But when he gets enough caffeine in his system, he's spilling drinks everywhere in sight and "accidentally" hitting Sooyeon in the face with all kinds of food particles. Thankfully, he had Soojung to participate in these activities with him and be his shield (most of the time).
Softening his smile, he turned back to his best friend. "So, what's first?"
ooc
since i technically put junior on semi-hiatus, i still need to reply to a couple paras LOL so ill get to some of them today = v= sorry for my absence on this acct and everything alksdjf
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The text message was surprising, but not totally unwelcomed. It had been a while since he was able to just relax. The past couple of years had been a rough ride, considering the fact that he hadn't gained his powers until all the other kids had practically mastered theirs. Being an outcast in the Renegades wasn't pretty, but there was nothing Junior could do about it. It was a dog eat dog world, but he wasn't about to throw a hissy fit over it.
Only recently had he been able to catch a break with the newly formed alliance between the clan and the Brotherhood. He would've spent more of his time training his small group of students, but you'd be surprised by how much they had come to hate him in such a short span of time.
[text] ofc, i'll be there soon.
Junior headed out without a second thought about whether or not Krystal would require his assistance as her right-hand man for the day. But even if a huge incident ended up occurring while he was away, he wasn't going to be held responsible. Frankly, he could care less if some tsun Brotherhood member decided to push her buttons today just for fun. It was his self-proclaimed day off, after all.
His footsteps were light as he strolled down the sidewalk, the soles of his shoes hitting the hot pavement and a melodic tune filling his ears as he whistled a summer song. To be perfectly honest, it was great day for Starcraft, and it couldn't hurt to catch up with some old friends. After all, Myungsoo was pretty much the only gaming friend who lived on Jeju Island as well. A pair of bell rang a tinny sound as he opened the door into the familiar building. His eyes scanned up and down the short rows of computers, nerds of all species leaning in closely to their flashing computer screens.
Thankfully, it was relatively easily to spot Myungsoo among the crowd. The aura he gave off was infinitely less pathetic than the teenagers and aging men that surrounded them. Plopping down into the empty seat next to him, he shot him a friendly smile. "Already start without me?"
47/50 prettiest people in kpop: 주니어
ma chérie; [ma/jy]
“there are no mistakes in life, only lessons.” today the theater seems like a mistake; a blip in your journey to who-knows-where, but tomorrow it will have become a place where you know you can go to escape everything for a couple of hours during obscure times of the day— or, night, in this case. ( /an absent smile inches onto her features, her attitude becoming somewhat more excited as the foreign words roll on her tongue ) masculin feminin. it’s a really popular french film from the 60’s, a lot of weird shit goes down. like, paul, the main guy, he and his girlfriend get caught up in this menage a quatre, you know, like a menage a trois but — ( /stops herself, and rolls her neck over to look at him )
……… huh.
( /I mean she really gets a look at him )
( /with an eyebrow arched, she tosses some popcorn into her mouth, her smile spreading into a curious grin ) … you know, when this movie first came out, it was banned for those under 18. revolutionary ideals, lots of mature content … ( /somewhat shifts in her seat, still studying the boy’s features ) how old are you? cause I’ll tell you one thing, if we were in france during the 60’s right now, my guess is you would not have been allowed to buy a ticket to this movie.
(/ speechless) ... (/ opens his mouth to reply, but the words that hit him like a ton of bricks sink in. unsure if he's ever met a person who spoke in such an unusual way before. but no, it's impossible. decidedly, she's a one-of-a-kind person. only manages to spurt out some lame response that most people would only end up saying) i guess you're right... (/ sits back in his chair, slouching down slightly. a bit ashamed that his view on life isn't nearly as ... interesting?) ... (/ a menage a quatre? he's sure it must be something weird, because, well, she said so.) sorry, but — what is that? i mean, the 'manage ah cater' thing?
.... (/ he feels stupid)
(/ blinks innocently as she stares at him. he notices that she has pretty eyes, even if the light that reflects off the large movie screen is irregular and dim, but he doesn't say anything) hm ... ? it seems you're right once again. (/ a grin spreads across his face, mirroring her own expression) i'm still seventeen. (/ wonders if she would even be allowed to buy a movie ticket to this show in 1960s france, considering the fact that her face looked much younger than his) what about you? would you have been allowed?
( jy+cw ) don't turn your back on me
He turned to the person who was standing near him and glared, “Are you the ghost? Are you the f*cking ghost?!” —then to the other boy— “Who are you?!”
"A-Ah, hyung, wait..." Jinyoung was more than glad that his close friend was willing to accept him so readily, but the situation they were stuck in could get either of them killed if they weren't careful. He backed up a couple steps as the other approached him with open arms and a wide smile. But Junior's thoughts came to a halt and Changwook's long strides stopped when both heard his own voice resound clearly. Did I just say something..? Wait, this—
Junior's eyes widened slightly as he watched an identical silhouette appear from behind the older man. It was an exact replica of himself, detail for detail, and he felt he was looking at a reflection in the mirror. Except as the second Junior called out for Changwook, the twin figure smirked at him before his friend had the chance to turn around, obviously confused by this new dilemma. Junior hadn't thought that ghosts could go as far as copy the form of living humans, but it seems he was caught in yet another one of their traps. Shit.
The look of hesitation was clear in the gaze of his friend. There wasn't anything he could really say to help the situation at the moment. If he tried to convince Changwook that he was the real Junior without any significant proof, it would only worsen the confusion and turn things into a mess. Keeping a hand behind his back on the hilt of the knife, he wasn't sure if he would end up attacking him at any instant. But he decided to raise both of his hands in front of his chest, palms outwards, to hopefully calm the other and prove his innocence. "Hyung, don't do this... I would say I'm the real Junior, but I know that the ghost would only tell you that I'm lying."
The fake copy seemed to be whimpering as he called out for Changwook once again. "H-Hyung.. please help me." The cry was desperate, and it sounded nothing like Junior. But with the way the older man always worried over him, it could definitely pull at the older man's heartstrings. Put my memory to shame while you're at it, fucking bastard. Searching his memory bank to remind Changwook of their friendship, he decided to bring up their first meeting.
"Don't listen to him. Since when was I ever that pathetic? Nevermind —" Jinyoung grumbled to himself before returning to the point. "Remember when we first met hyung? You walked straight into one of my dreams—" Before he could continue with explaining the details, the ghost interrupted him and picked up where he left off.
"I was sitting all alone while the other kids played together. Remember?"
Junior and the ghost switched back and forth with every sentence. Neither was about to back down just yet.
"The kids were playing soccer, and the ball ended up hitting me in the face."
"I was crying alone on the sidelines."
"And then you came along, hyung..."
"Hyung, believe me."
"Believe me."
( jy+dj ) ghost whispers —-
Wonbin refrained from snorting at the other’s response because any person could say such a thing. Now that the voices were gone and he was calmer, he could now form proper thoughts in his head. What he really needed to know was whether Junior was a human or not. For all he knew, he could be a ghost posing as a human - waiting for the right moment before striking. ”Oh, well you never know, right?” he hesitantly said. An idea struck him to finally put his worries to rest. “Y’know, I could be a ghost and you could be one too. Why don’t we put our worries to rest and prove to each other whether we really are real.” Hands moving to his pocket, he took out the piece of mirror he had taken from the mirror he smashed in the bathroom earlier on.
A moment of confusion struck him, he wasn’t exactly sure what he had done but from what he could figure out - his presence had apparently scared off unwanted guests on the other boy’s side. “No need to thank me, I really did nothing.” Looking around the small room, he realised that the boy must have been hiding here all by himself -just like him moments before. It clicked then when the words ‘pester’ registered, “The ghosts, they spoke to you too?” He suddenly looked seriously at the other, as if trying to piece clues together or something, “Did they talk about certain things?”
“Don’t worry about it,” and waved it off. Wonbin decided that he might stay here with Junior for awhile, it was better than out there and he at least had company. “I’m Wonbin, I…” he wasn’t exactly sure if Junior was naturally a human or a mutant turned human in this scenario like him, but he simply gave it a go. “I’m a mutant, though as of this moment I have no idea why, my powers don’t work. You a mutant too or…?”
Junior silently chastised himself for saying something so reckless. Judging from the other's doubtful expression, his simple words didn't seem the best solution to calming each other's worries. His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to make sense of the object the older man took out of his pocket. There was a quick white flash that passed his vision. A mirror shard. Of course. His eyes flickered upwards to meet the other's eyes as well. The meaning behind them was too complicated for him to decipher. He took a slow and hesitant step forward, still unsure if he was only walking into a trap. "Alright. Go ahead. You can see my reflection first."
"Ah, well then.." His voice drifted off into an awkward silence. Truthfully, he probably would've gone insane by now if the stranger hadn't offered a surprise entrance. He was more grateful than he could put into words, but this didn't seem like a good time for a polite push-and-pull of thank you's and no problem's. However, his attention was once again centered on the ghosts that surrounded him, and apparently, he wasn't their only victim of the night. The ghosts, they spoke to you too? Junior nodded slowly, confirming the other's questions. "They spoke to me about — well, it was actually kind of personal, but — they talked about my parents. I hadn't given much thought to them lately, but they were trying to open up old wounds..." His voice seemed to be failing him as he started to reveal the ugly truth, piece by piece. He quickly turned the conversation back to the other dark figure. "But, um, they talked to you, too? I hadn't met anyone else who had the same problem as me."
The lamp light flickered as a chilly draft passed through the cracks in the walls. The shadows that danced around the room only hid the image of the stranger even more. "Wonbin... it's nice to meet you. Well, at least we're not dead yet, right?" The statement was intended to be slightly humorous, but his voice was still low and serious. Tilting his head a few degrees, he watched the other with a solid gaze. "Yes, I'm a mutant. To be truthful, I thought pretty much everyone here was.. but maybe I was wrong?" Skimming over the other objects that populated the area, he noticed there were a few old school desks and chairs clustered together in the center of the room. "I'm part of the Renegades, but I'm sure that means nothing here." His feet seemed to gravitate towards a seat. "It might be more comfortable if we sit, yeah?"
sorry for my ... laziness
i've been ignoring my roleplays for a few days now LOL but i'm going to get the event paras and some regular paras done tonight.
♥
( o -o ... judging you )
Junior and Anonymous loved each other a lot and lived happily ever after.
( jy+cw ) don't turn your back on me
Screams.
Every night, there were shrill screams that resonated throughout all the hallways and filled the ears of everyone. Some were startled awake, others dreamt of their own cruel deaths, and a few were already awake to begin with. For Junior, he was almost always placed in the last category. He had a hard time even thinking about rest when he could figure a way out of this mess.
Tonight, he had been wandering around the garden, picking around bushes and random flowerbeds to find any sort of hidden clue. This place was large and it was difficult to search every crack and crevice when there's was minimal light provided to reveal the truth behind this puzzle. Things hadn't been going so well the past few days, considering how far Junior has gotten in his personal investigation. Most of the information that he was able to pick up from others by eaves dropping were useless and false rumors. It was definitely a long and tiring task to distinguish the truth from the lies. So far, he had only managed to pick up on one hint that he managed to prove as true. Most of it was too cryptic at the moment for him to reason any further, though.
As he stepped lightly along the pavement, his gaze scanned the surroundings to make sure there weren't any strangers or ghosts following him around. He had already experienced some minor run ins with a couple ghosts during his evening explorations, but the whole area seemed to be deserted for now. Circling around the large stone fountain that was placed in the middle of the maze, a dark silhouette started to appear before his eyes. His feet brought him closer, although his hand reached for the knife in his back pocket cautiously. The figure seemed familiar, giving off an aura that he knew very well. It wasn't... was it?
"Hyung..? Is that you?" His heart was hopeful, looking desperately for a sense of security that would come with their meeting. But his body still feared the worst as his hand gripped onto the hilt of the knife behind his back.
*jy&jy: through the wrong door
”.. Don’t leave me, okay?” She felt obligated to say it, she wasn’t able to find the reassurance that she needed. “You’ll stay with me — to find the clues, right?” Jiyeon felt the need to ask him over and over again, waiting for a definite answer.
Leaning his back against the open door as Jiyeon gradually found the power to stand up again, Junior found this strange situation the tiniest bit amusing. He wanted to ask if she was really the same person he had met before. But at the moment, the tense atmosphere that continued to surround her told him that it was still way too early to start joking around like an idiot. After all, it seems they were all thrown into a death trap sent from hell. The least he could do was offer comfort to a girl who was in desperate need of it. "I won't leave." Despite his previous thoughts, his words weren't empty. "I'll stay with you as long as you want me."
He felt a bit out of his mind by saying these things. His whole life, no one ever needed him. When he was younger, he always desired the aid of the other Renegades. But in the clan, you have to fend for yourself and your own pride. He never thought in a million years that he would be stuck in these circumstances with Jiyeon. In the few weeks that he had first known her, she was tough and unyielding. Maybe it was because the environment was making everyone a little bit crazy, but was she ever this afraid of anything? As they finally stepped out into the hallway, his gaze swept from the left to the right, almost immediately deciding on the right. "I think the stairwell is this way." His hand still held onto hers securely, tugging her along gently and raising the lantern as high as he could to see the path ahead of them.
It was hard to predict the future and he doubted that most of the people here would be able to escape. If Junior and Jiyeon somehow got separated, he wanted her to learn how to fend for herself, even in complete darkness. The things that hid in the shadows were something to be especially cautious of in this world, so he decided to head towards town. "In case something happens and I'm not there to protect you, I'm going to teach you a few tricks to get over your fears, okay?" His head didn't turn to look at her reaction. His eyes were unwavering as they looked straight ahead. "We need to go into town first.."
( jy+dj ) ghost whispers —-
One… Two… Three…
Three long dark days had passed, less than 72 hours since waking up in this school - trapt in a horror inspired nightmare and still, far away from finding a way out (if there ever was one). More often than not, the strength of men are tested from within. Wonbin was not a man without fear. To have no fear would be stupidity, it would be reckless but he did not however fear anything of the physical nature. No, his fear lied deeper than that, down to the crux of his soul - it was a fear born in the past, secretly carried on into the present and there taunting him in his future.
He feared darkness, for within it he felt alone.
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“A-are you real?”
The words rung so clearly in his ear.
Although it wasn't the ideal rescue he had been hoping for, surprisingly it was exactly what he needed to snap back to reality. The sudden and loud entrance of the older man had been enough to startle both himself and the ghosts that had surrounded him before. The whispers that had been haunting him that day were completely silenced as he stared back at the other with a dumbfounded expression. He blinked, letting the question sink into him for a moment before responding. "Of course I'm real." His voice was hushed but his words were still coherent in the overwhelming silence. His vision was gradually becoming clearer as his mind returned to its normal state.
Rubbing the back of his neck, his heavy gaze fell to the floor and the film of dirt that covered it. He felt slightly ashamed and embarrassed about what had happened just moments before. He didn't want to admit his weakness, especially when he had worked tirelessly to erase those thoughts from his mind his entire life. Despite his reluctance to reveal anything personal, he still showed a small sign of appreciation. "But thank you.. for scaring off the ghosts. Even if it was an accident." His voice trailed off until he eventually uncurled himself and stood up from his pathetic little corner. Reaching down for the lantern, his tone returned to normal as he collected himself. "You don't know how much they were pestering me..."
A single hand brushed off the dust that clung to his pants while he sat on the floor. Glancing up at the stranger, he still wasn't sure if he should completely trust him yet. "I'm Junior, by the way. Who are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
