; i'm gonna fight them all

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back.

[elxjaejoong]

elxtaekwoon:

“…No. It’s been..quiet..” He mumbled as he cleaned out a glass. 

“Too quiet,” Jae agreed, voice utterly bored, blue eyes giving the crowd a disdainful once over. For now. “I suppose I’ll just have to spice things up a little, hm?” 

[elxjaejoong]

buffy1x1:

[[ gxhinorps // taekwoon ]]

“How’s the night coming along? We haven’t had any – issues, have we?”

[korealoveyou-blog]

[radtracks]

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[elxjaejoong]

radtracks:

seven nation army // the white stripes

i'm gonna fight them all a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

[elxtaekwoon]

hint → jae&leo

[elxjaejoong]

; -- [ l e o ]:

[ elxjaejoong ]

The day came again. 

He should have gotten over it by now, but here he was after telling work that he couldn’t come in tonight all because of this day. After so many years, why couldn’t he just move on? In a way, he did. But in his opinion, moving on would be to stop moping on this day even if he had every reason to be. 

Everything looked the same, yet so different simultaneously as he walked down the very street he remembered running down so many years ago. Now that he was a grown twenty-two year old man, it didn’t seem as wide and sparse of a street, but at the time, it had looked completely different. 

Any place looked big to a twelve year old but this place was the most striking to him. Leo, as he was now called, walked up to the sidewalk of an intersection. As memories he had suppressed again throughout the year resurfaced, he found himself staring into a spot in the road. It was cleaner than it had been that day but everything was so vivid in his mind that he actually felt a bit nauseous. 

Suddenly weak in his knees, Leo slid down with the support of the light post beside him. He was thankful that there weren’t many people on the streets to see him in this state. Bringing his knees into him, he rested his elbows onto them with his hands up to his mouth. 

He sat there wordlessly, remembering everything that lead to his mother’s death, everything that happened while his mother breathed her last breath. He couldn’t, however, remember anything after. It all seemed to be a blur and if anyone was yelling at him, Leo didn’t hear what they had said. 

Like every year, the son would always mutter the same thing as he visited here, 

"…I’m sorry, Mom.."

  It was late afternoon, a thick, noxious fog hanging over the streets, cold wind blowing, and the city seemed to have lost all its colour.  The sky was grey, looking like it was on the brink of rain, and though the street lights valiantly tried to shine their way through the fog, it seemed like the grayness had swallowed everything whole, leaving behind only desolate looking streets.  

  Not even the shopping streets were as busy as usual, only the rare, crazed shopper still wandering about, while everyone else was hidden safely inside the warmth of their respective abodes.

  Jae had no fucking clue why he wasn’t in his own apartment as well right at that moment in time.

  While the prospect of a walk had still seemed like a good idea two hours ago, when he’d been pretty much dying of boredom and not even a bottle of bourbon to keep him company, he deeply regretted that decision now.  

  Deciding for himself he would walk into the next place that served some form of alcohol, he turned a corner and his eyes fell onto a lone figure huddled against a wall, as if trying to blend entirely into the grey stone.  It was only when he took a few steps closer that he recognized him -- the timid bartender he'd talked to a few times.  Leo, or something like that.

  (( what is he doing out here? ))

  For a brief moment he wondered if he should pretend he hadn't seen him and move on.  Then he realized that, while he didn't really know him, Jae could use the company and hell, Leo could probably use a drink as much as he did, if not even more.  So instead of walking on, he stopped, cocking his head, studying the sad sack before him.

  It was hard to keep the smirk from his voice as he exhaled the words.  

  "You look like you could use some alcohol.  That’s fortunate, because I’m in need of it as well.  Buy you a drink?  Or two?  Or five?”

[larmoyante]

When you keep hurting someone, you do one of three things. Either you fill them up with hate, and they destroy everything around them. Or you fill them up with sadness, and they destroy themselves. Or you fill them up with justice, and they try to destroy everything that’s bad and cruel in this world. Me, I was the first kind of person.

Nick Lake, In Darkness (via larmoyante)

[eunromiseoul]

[elxjaejoong]

; -- [ a m o r e i ]:

   Everyone was mingling in front of her as a constant stream of people would pass her by. Plenty of humans coming from every path life had to offer were in the lively bar, each having drinks in their hands. For a fleeting second, she thought that the personnel that gave her news on the fighting pit was a mere joke, seeing as to how no mutant was in the proximity. Amorei thought ahead, though. The bar was an illusion — a distraction from the illegal evil that was happening somewhere in that lot of land. 

   Before her heeled foot could even take another step on the hard floor, a man spoke up. Most would have been surprised by the sudden appearance of such a man but she didn’t budge a single inch. Sarcasm, an arrogant air surrounding him…she knew who he was at a speed faster than light. 

   Well, looks like the idiotic owner came running to me.

   ”I work with the Government,” she said with not even the slightest hint of interest in her tone. Her eyes that were connected with his soon shifted to look around rather slowly before speaking once more. “I suppose you’re the owner of this…”, she couldn’t quite find the perfect adjective to describe the bar, thus she trailed off for a moment and met her gaze with the taller man’s. “This…homely bar, I suppose?” 

 The woman’s disinterest did nothing but faintly amuse him – he supposed it would’ve been nicer of him to be a little courteous to someone who works for the Government, but what would’ve been the fun in that?  Jae couldn’t deny the fact that he loved to play with people.  In any and every which way.  "Well, aren't you quite the upstanding citizen, taking it upon yourself to provide a little... safety... for the rest of us," he let out a small chuckle, fixing his eyes steadily on the woman, dryly commenting, "... Sounds like you've started an honest living."

  He glanced around the densely packed room, easily spotting his fighters.  They were all carefully placed on each square of the board game, all ready to fall perfectly into place.  

Twenty minutes before the onslaught. 

  Jae kept his face even, however, gaze carefully blank;  he wasn’t going to give away anything quite yet.  "That's me," he nodded curtly, appraising her silently, corner of his mouth lifting up into a smirk.  "Though, my establishment is far from homely, darling.  I prefer -- sinful.  Corrupt, even.  Make sure you jot that down in your little diary."  He paused, allowing his eyes to meet with hers;  a gaze of intensity came from his as their eyes remained connected.  “Get on with it, then,”  He murmured out, finally.  “What can I do for you?”

[elxjaejoong]

; - - [ elxamorei​ ] :

After receiving intel on a certain fighting pit that housed plenty of mutant fighters, Amorei couldn't even hold her curiosity in. It gave her the chance to be able to observe powerful mutants up close, as well as various fighting styles that she never had the chance to take note of whilst working with the Government. Hands gripped tightly onto her torn up sketchbook, she found her way to a seemingly normal bar called "The Vault" right in District 3. "Either the owner's an idiot or an idiot..."

The music in the bar was steadily gaining in volume as more and more people trickled in. The lights were getting dimmer, the dance floor getting fuller, and the bartender who just two hours ago had stood around idly, cleaning glasses, was now moving frantically, trying to get everyone their beer or cocktail in a timely manner.  

The faces before Jaejoong, each with a glass, joint or cigarette in hand held no interest for him, the majority regulars who desperately sought his attention and would never receive his blessing. One, however, stood out.  Interest mostly, works its way into his features as his ice-like orbs fall on the young woman's--rather beaten--notebook. "What an odd thing to bring to a bar," he states simply, a smile spreading slow and deliberate. "Though, might I suggest the library? Doubt you'll be able to finish your homework in here."