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MISERY BUSINESS. ✦⠀﹕⠀happy villager's vet clinic. *⠀⠀sometime before october 1st. ft.⠀ ›⠀ @anchoragestarters.
the so—called happiest place in anchorage simply happens to be the worst place in anchorage for someone who carries hatred as though it beats like a second heart beneath bones of caged—ribs. it's for the sake of being reinstated properly as the role of the scarlet nightmare's mercenary that taeyoung yoon pays the task any mind and effort.
₍ ajax is getting something out of this, something he wants. THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS. ₎
the broad daylight blends the suspicions of one's true intentions behind a visit with the background of normalcy, no—one to ever suspect a thing out of the figure that waltzes in, gaze hovering absentmindedly around the environment of the clinic. now, taeyoung doesn't have any animals in his care, would not dream of it — like his hands aren't already full enough of shit. but he's good at the play of pathological lying, the way excuses flow easy and believable. for this particular instance, he's chosen to garner the advice of how to care for a kitten, listening attentively to an eager, passionate voice, with eyes ever—so often lingering onto the area; images of each lock and door sinking into his brain.
the feeling that runs down the spine is not a chill, but an unfamiliarity with its presence; a pair of eyes that've burned itself into his back ever since he entered. without giving the awareness of such away, he waits it out. until he's fulfilled his purpose for the moment, successfully taking into echo how everything in the clinic works. until he's trailed out of the atmosphere, and into the open — drags his feet a further distance away, where he'll most likely find a stray cat willing to be lured into his company for the time—being.
there, he stops. unturned, and enlightened in the fact that this person's followed him until here, has halted when he did, remaining only at an arm's distance using half of an attempt to hide. ❛ you can come out now. or what, do you have something to add onto how to look after a cat? ❜
LEE KNOW for DICON
NOWHERE TO GO. ✦⠀﹕⠀joker’s casino. ft.⠀›⠀@hevrtbrexkqueen.
there are numerous people that come and go within the bounds of the joker’s casino. but no—one lingers for more than they need to, lest all the money hoarded in their possession be ripped away from their very eyes in a single game or two. neither does anyone willingly wish to stick around with someone like taeyoung yoon on duty as the poker dealer. almost discerned as the bane of existences, those who come across the trump card walk out the door more times than not, with heads hanging or a dent in their ego that will never be fixed.
₍ it is one of those days──or may end up being one of those days. ₎ silence shrouds the atmosphere, deafening as it embraces the figure seated in front of a table, flipping a poker—chip in repeat cycles between fingers. boredom. one of the things that make him feel on—edge, violence scraping at bones. the plastic of coin snaps in half the same minute that ears twitch, familiar footsteps approaching ringing.
ajax doesn’t need to look to know who it is, sauntering her way to where he is, doesn’t bother with acknowledging their presence in a way that matters; tilting cranium for a split—second before gaze reverts onto the broken pieces of the token in grasp. ❛ thought you’d have learned your lesson from last time by now. ❜
"Huh? What?" Ash turns his head, squinting for a moment as he registers who's talking to him. Not one bell rings. Eyes narrowed, he pops a Milk Dud in his mouth and chews on it, irritably. "I didn't watch that stupid ass movie," he says, pointedly, although not even Ash is certain in whose direction this might be pointed. He's not even sure which movie he's insulting. "I just got here. Eating Milk Duds." He lifts the box and rattles it, as though for emphasis. In terms of building an image, a box of candy is probably less effective than a carton of cigarettes but he knows which option tastes better.
"Clappy's the name of the surveillance system they set up in the apartment complex," says Ash, pulling himself to his feet and nodding so as to point upwards with chin, as if signalling to the floors of apartments towering above the cinema itself. "The same surveillance system that's straight up malfunctioning right now. Literally, as we speak." Somehow, it hadn't crossed Ash's mind until this very moment that the rest of the town might have been oblivious to the fate that had befallen the residents of Seal Harbor. Rumour has it that the Council plan to expand the program to the gated communities as well but Ash has a sneaking suspicion it won't travel as far as the Winterwood mansions. Ash lifts the box up and lets another Milk Dud fall into his mouth. He's secretly quite pleased he caught it. "There's people locked in their apartments right now, y'know. Pre—tty wild. "
brows furrow, visibly, knitting until there’s a crease on his forehead. ❛ i can see that. ❜ it’s retaliated in a pitch—perfect replica of the other’s tone, irritable──snarky; one of ajax’s talents. particularly fond of provoking strangers.
to be fair, taeyoung isn’t even meant to be smoking in this area of the cinema should he want to get kicked out, but he knows better than to abide by regulations and laws──breaks them, does it anyway. ❛ funny. ❜ he laughs, again, in ash’s face, while he’s letting the small flame of his lighter flicker, igniting the butt of the cigarette.
footsteps tread to close the distance between two until one’s barely at an arm’s length, observing the figure that catches a milk—dud in his mouth with minimal effort──raising an eyebrow and tilting his cranium, feigning innocence behind the nature of words. ❛ and you aren’t meant to be one of them? assuming you’re a resident, giving a nickname to the surveillance system and all. ❜
+ bonus:
LEE KNOW "ATE" JACKET MAKING FILM
WHERE: maiden alley cinema WHEN: 21st august WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: none for now!
If there was one thing that Ash Yoon didn't like (and this should come with the understanding that there were in fact a great many things that he didn't like and he was frequently glad to tell people so but also that this was something he particulated hated), it was the feeling of being watched. Growing up, nothing had been drilled into him by his father with more vigilance than the idea that he needed to avoid suveillance at all cost and now there was this thing in his apartment, just staring at him. Maybe he needed to stop personifying it. Not important. What matters was that he'd returned to the apartment complex with full intentions of marching into his apartment and falling face first into his couch. However, before he could even get to the elevator, he'd overheard chitchat in the hallway about a certain clap-operated surveillance system failing, complete with rumours that a few residents had been locked in their apartments. His response to this news had been a simple, internal, 'fuck this, I'm not dealing with this' and a quick heel turn back out the door.
"Y'know what? Fuck Clappy," said Ash, speaking aloud for all to hear, as he dropped to a low squat in the middle of the cinema's lobby and tore open a box of Milk Duds. Don't ask when or how he got those. (The trick to swiping stuff was to pretend you always had it.) Some might call this an outburst but he was more than happy to have his feelings be known. "I hope Clappy dies."
the cinemas are rarely ever graced with the presence of the mercenary; one only ever wandering into the area whenever boredom has reached a certain, high level. taeyoung yoon is as disconnected from entertainment in the form of films just as much as he is disinterested in the fiction of it──a world he does not tread upon.
it’s a miracle that he’s sat still for the whole duration of the movie, despite its gloomy plot and even duller story telling; the acting was the icing on the cake, not any better but endurable until the end. the moment the yell echoes throughout the lobby is the same moment in which taeyoung steps out, head instantly turned in the direction of the crouched figure of ash.
amusement dances on visage, leaning onto the nearest wall with a sharp gaze that pierces through; miniature red—glazed box sitting in hand, unopened & new; much similar to the packet of sweets in the other’s grasp, only──just cigarettes.
❛ i don’t remember clappy being a character in the movie. ❜ a puff of breath leaves past tiers, bordering on a snicker; digits maneuvering a single cig in—between lips.