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CHARACTER LOCATION UPDATE;
due to the mini event, and Junsu being in the City Hall, any of the following role plays plotted will either have to be in the city or after tense. But, right now, I'm on lock down for threads till I finish some! Scripts, maybe.
c r y
but, luv u guys
` -- stumble.
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at his next actions — jieun squeaks. her face flushes as she hurriedly steps back, bending over slightly as she waves her hands around. she shifts in her spot uneasily, sputtering for a moment. “o-oh, no! you don’t h-have to do that, it’s q-quite — ah, alright! i’m okay —” she steps back, but the action from her spazzing has her knee buckling as she stumbles back, hand blindly reaching out to grasp the edge of the shrubbery to the side. holding herself up, her blush only worsens; her eyes drop to the ground in embarrassment. “i’ve suffered worse — really though, ah, junsu-ssi?” she shoots him a smile through her flush, pushing her body down to bend near his. “i’m okay! nothing but a small little sting, you uh, know.”
Her figure retreating from him made Junsu feel almost like…a creep in the worst way, making him look down somewhat. When you want to help people, the last thing you want is someone to move away from you. You know that they are in pain and yet here you are, wishing that they would just be okay without needing you. Being a doctor is the worst job; you don’t want to know someone is bleeding or needs your help, yet it pays your bills. It’s a double edge sword that constantly had been swung at his heart when he was interning. Pushing off the expression that he knew was pulling his face, he took a deep breath before rising to his feet. Without touching her, he couldn’t do anything to help her and he wasn’t about to force her to allow him to heal the wounds that littered her delicate knees. In some ways, he was a constant father or older brother seeing as he never wanted another to be hurt or harmed but with her retreating from him, he gave up on the pursuit of healing her.
Raising his brows at her sputtering the male, blinks his eyes some. Why was she so shy? Had he done something to make her act like this? Or was this perhaps, her nature? Some of the students at his this school weren’t really aware of how much they weren’t around people to make things normal just as Junsu was somewhat naïve to the point where it wasn’t normal. Tilting his head ever so lightly, the male brushed off his knees from kneeling down before she stumbled. Quickly, he moved forward almost to catch her but she had moved away from him originally making him nervous to touch her. With hands out stretched, if she needed him, the male shuffled forward some afraid she would fall any second the branch of the bush gave out.
This wasn’t a small sting and he wanted to help but with her sputtering, it made him somewhat nervous to offer help once more. He could tell the way she had moved back, her body unable to catch itself at first made him away that there had to either be hard fall now, or there was damage from a previous time that made her knees continue to bother her. The doctor inside of him made him worry, and one of his studies was muscles.
“A small sting can go a long way. Just let me look at it, please.” Bring his outstretched hands together in an almost prayer motion, the male couldn’t help but pout slightly in an attempt almost use a type of aegyo against the other. All else fails, he would use something he knew would probably work but it was only for her own good. If there was anything wrong, he could find it and fix it quickly. But she had to let him. Making him forget his previous nerves about his abilities, the healer wanted to do what he did best ; heal.
“dreams for sale—” ♕
{` he finds his way to an intersection sooner rather than later, running one hand over the back of his other—itching for a cigarette he doesn’t have the time to enjoy as he steps to the curb and waits. the murmur of the male next to him draws his attention rather easily, while his eyes remain fixed on the red light on the other side. } you’re about a block from the main street. {` changmin pauses, expression vaguely thoughtful as he finally gives in and reaches into his pocket, propping the unlit vice between his lips and leaving it there } or where it used to be, at least. {` he hasn’t been in busan long enough to hold any attachments to the locations. it’s a pity that it’s all destroyed, tragic that so many lives had been lost that night, but he lacks the emotion of someone native—stating as an objective fact and nothing less. } if you keep walking straight, you’ll probably know where you are. {` with that, he begins to dig around in his pocket—only stopping when that worn light turns green and his feet start walking without conscious permission; this is habit. finally, he glances over his shoulder in passing, finding himself memorizing the face of a man he’s never quite seen before—just the same, he doesn’t expect to see him again either even as he finds his lighter—“aha.”—and takes a moment to peer down either end of the street before lighting it. } i’d hold tight to the that bag. people are desperate in this city. {` naturally, he was included in that quiet statement, just in a different manner }
{' the voice besides him brings the other out of the cellphone realm and brings his eyes somewhat up, his brows raising. A block away? Had he really gotten lost that close to where he needed to be to get back to the school? Pathetic.} {' dropping his eyes down some, the male heaves a gentle sigh as the other once more spoke; where it used to be. This was a really depressing thought to him, seeing as he couldn't remember seeing the city in it's full glory or when there weren't mutants running around scared.} {' movement at the corner of his eyes caught the attention of the other pulling a popular vice to many to his lips and for a moment, his mind just quieted before he looked forward to see the light turn green but his feet stayed where they were, his eyes on his phone some before hearing another comment from the other before he raised his head to glance around.} Who could blame them? {' a quiet response to the others comment on the people of the city, but if someone was willing to come after him for the bag, they deserved it. } {' stepping off of the curb, he huddled his head down some into the scarf and easily moved the way the other had indicated.} {' naive, if the other had meant harm, Junsu would have fallen in the others trap easily but it was his nature. Why would someone speak to him and tell him a direction but lead him astray? }
┌Left or r i g h t ?┘ [ Daehyun+Junsu ]
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He was alerted of another presence as the girl tugged on his hand, pointing at the unknown male who seemed to be talking to, of all things, a cat. Dressed in fancier clothing that seemed generally clean and pressed, Daehyun absentmindedly wondered if this person was mentally retarded or he was asking to be robbed. Kicking a pebble towards the man, he listened to the clatter and then coughed softly, pulling his mask higher up his face.
“What are you doing here? It’s not safe.”
It was a mess, this city. It seemed more scary than Seoul had been, whispers and eyes constantly on you but that was because of everything that was going down in the area. Seoul, people could give two shits about whether you were a mutant or not to an extent. Of course they weren’t open to having people blowing things up or anything like that but as long as there wasn’t any public parading of your ability. But here, it was completely different. The destruction of the city was pretty bad and though there were many people walking around with face masks, it hadn’t crossed his mind that he should do the same. In a twisted way, this was a new world to him just as it had been when he first moved to Seoul from the country and it was hard learning without a guiding hand, but he was trying. Adapting was one of his strong points but the loneliness was not.
The feline danced around him, meowing and almost asking for goodies that he didn’t have. But at that moment, he couldn’t help but feel bad. He didn’t have food or anything on him to give to the animal and as far as he knew, everywhere was closed. In some way, he could relate to the lost animal because coming to this school he had hopes to find something though he wasn’t sure what, that empty feeling inside of his chest still haunted him even though he had been at the school for weeks. Had his expectations been too high? Was he searching for something you can’t really find? Hollowness filled his chest as his eyes almost became unfocused on the ground, soot dancing around the males slim body before a voice caught his attention.
Dark almond eyes searched for the source before locating a body and for a moment, he felt like a child in trouble. Was he not supposed to be here? Pursing his lips, he reached his hand out to scratch the cats head once more before rising to his feet and heaving a sigh, unaffected by the dangerous chemicals dancing around his body. Brushing his knees off in an almost automatic movement, he moved over towards the other but kept his distance some.
Bowing his head gently, the other couldn’t help but offer an almost sheepish smile but the others appearance wasn’t exactly comforting. Truly, what Junsu could only see was the others eyes and barely at that sense because of the clothing that the other had donned. It creeped the older out, hence his space away from the other but he didn’t want to come off rude before heaving a gentle sigh.
“Truly, is anywhere safe now?” Almost a sad humor, his hands moved to slip inside his slacks as he glanced over his shoulder. With the cat no longer in site, he heaved a sigh. Once again he was lost but a ding on his phone brought it out of his pocket, his face peering at it. Again, it told him to go back to the booth but that was not the place he wanted to go. Somewhat annoyed, he switched the GPS off before once more his hand slipped back into his pocket. Pursing his lips, his eyes flickering up to the other he offered one more smile but he had forgotten where he was which was why he had stopped to say hello to the cat.
“Do you know how to get back to the main street? You don’t have to show me, you’re probably busy, but if you’ll point me I the right direction, I’ll be out of your hair.” Flashing a gentle smile, he leaned back on his heels some before shivering softly. The hairs on the back of his neck continued to stand at attention, making him slightly on edge.
I dunno, I mean maybe? I’m sure you wouldn’t be the only one if you hadn’t. You just seem… you’re like me! People always tell me I’m really innocent, or naive. Though really I know more than I let on, I just choose to ignore most. {` he flashes a grin} But if you have kissed someone you should give me some hints, cos I need to kiss Mina but I’ve only done things like a mistletoe kiss. {` he shakes his head} Wahh hyung, let’s talk about something else other than marriage. I’m too young for this.
{ Nodding his head somewhat in agreement, Junsu has been called the same before; innocent and naive. } {' smiling some as the grin pulls the others face, he raises his brows some before coming almost shy at the others words about what he assumed was his significant other.} {' a laugh, Junsu's memorable laugh leaves his lips at the others words on marriage and he can't help but nod some} Arrasso. But remember, I still want beef at your wedding. {' wiggles a fingers at the other before smiling} Kissing isn't the physical movement but the moment. I've kissed others I didn't even like, but that moment made me not regret it.
gunna do these replies
yup
there is no distractions today
I can't be behind anymore
A Saint's Modern Medicine `Sora&Saint
It may have been against the rules, but sometimes Sora simply couldn’t help herself. And maybe it didn’t help that she was used to being able to get her way all the time. She was, after all, a princess. No one said no to the crown princess. And the destruction of the war torn streets of Sora begged for her to explore. She wanted to find those she might be able to help, if it was only to comfort them out of this world. It was a silly wish, but Sora had learned to love her subjects. And she would, until her dying day, consider every Korean citizen her subject and she would love them all. She hated seeing war ravage her country and to lay ruin to so many innocent lives.
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Truly, it was one of the only times that the male could curl up in the bed and just sleep. He hadn’t been on the top of his game but a good sleepy day would heal that up right quick, would it not? With his body curled up under the blanket and his eyes closed, he was feeling like he was in heaven. After long being curled into the bed, finally he was asleep and the mind that constantly was turning over and over, making him feel almost insane. But now, nothing was making a noise in the room except for a soft snore that escaped a pair of parted lips. It was almost cute, the way he snored but it meant he was in one of the best sleeps that he had been in since he had come to the school.
Curled up inside the blankets, the male almost missed the sound at his door. His mind was under water and his head wasn’t exactly on right. After one last pound, his eyes forced themselves open as the chocolate almonds peered out from underneath the sheets. What was that? Knocking? Wrinkling his nose, the male begun to almost emerge from the blankets as a butterfly from the cocoon did but he severely didn’t seem as a graceful, his foot catching in the blanket and making him stumble. Hands out stretched, he caught himself on Taehyung’s bed before finally shuffling towards the door.
Rubbing his eyes, the male unlocked the door room before wrapping slim digits around the handle. Gently pulling it open, the male didn’t think that it would be a female behind the door and let alone be leaning against it. His mind had to think fast, despite the grogginess and gently, he caught the slumped form in hopes that she wouldn’t fall as his brows furrowed. But something was wrong; the muscles whispered where their skin met and he couldn’t help but glance around. Was anyone with her? He didn’t see anyone in the hallway.
“A-are you alright?” Questions wanted to bubble from his lips but he just moved her inside the room and despite it being against the rules, the male pursed his lips some. God, if Taehyung was to come back, he wasn’t sure how he was to explain the female. Hey, she knocked on my door and almost fell inside the room so I brought her inside? Yeah, that didn’t sound creepy or anything. At the thought, he wanted to take his hands away but he feared her almost weakened form from falling over.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” The male said softly, gently sitting her onto the bed and his hands moving to rest on her shoulders. There. There was an infection somewhere because he could feel his hands almost shuddering; healing hands Native Americans had called it. Studying it when he was outside in Seoul, he always was curious and with that, he knew that she wasn’t alright. Chewing on the inside of his bottom lip, his eyes looked at the females face and could see the color wasn’t exactly a healthy shade.
Omf, jaejoong is scary ;^; And junsu is the perfect prey /cry
┌Tracker - 3/16/2014 ┘
o w e d ;
you and I [ Yooara ]
dreams for sale [ Changmin ] - event !
a saint's modern medicene [ Sora ]
w a i t i n g ;
colors of the wind [ Eunji ]
lesson number one [ Mai ]
cleaner [ Jaejoong ] - event !
boom headshot [ Yongguk ] - event !
let it go [ Leo ]
cooking accident [ Sera ] - event !
stumble [ Jieun ] - event !
left or right [ Daehyun ] - event !
lover, not a fighter [ Rain ] - event?
defragment [ Yesung ]
red rover [ Riolu ] - event !
after glow [ Jackson ] - event !
s t a r t i n g ;
Taehyung
p l o t t i n g ;
War
Bora
Jaebeom
Tiffany
James
n o t e s ;
please tag everything for him as FCXSAINT not Junsu <3 Thank youuu. My replies will be finished tonight.
BOOM - Head shot ☠
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Nudging the other with his elbow in a gentle manner. “Shut up its fine, ill just owe you one.” Winking playfully. His kicks were a lot harder that was for sure. He understood how soccer worked and he would be lying if he told the guy he didnt want to play. “I wouldnt mind trying it out.” A smile curled further on his lips with excitment. “You gonna teach me, or abuse me?”
Ah, so it was in his gift to be strong enough to take such a hit and barely even stumble. What a thing that was! It was amusing to Junsu. What could he do? Heal. Build back damaged organs, limbs. It was nothing exciting compared to such a thing that he envisioned the other containing inside him. The male was soft and barely knew how to throw blows with anyone else, let alone others that had incredible gifts. In a strange way that Junsu had never thought that he would envy the other for such an ability. Most of his life, the dark haired male had been pushed around and punished for his own special gift and his overweight appearance as a child; if only he could have had something like Yongguk. Maybe he wouldn’t be the way he was now.
Hockey and Football. Contact sports. Junsu wasn’t one to ever really play these things and honestly, the only reason he ever heard of the sports was because of television. Where he was from, Soccer was called football but he had learned when he came to the city to call it as Soccer. Those were really foreign sports and a small part of him was curious as to how the other was to learn those in a place like Korea. Did they have spots for that? If they did, he wondered where. Not that he could ice skate well and hockey was on the ice, right? It was pretty interesting to the other but he couldn’t help but nod his head gently, acknowledging the others words.
Feeling the other nudge him, Junsu’s dark brown orbs looked up at the other from under his lashes almost as a child in trouble though it was quite the opposite. But he nodded some, before holding up a finger.
“I can’t take hits like…that. Just warning you. I’ll cry. Like a baby.” Taking a step away, he pulled the ball away from the other with the tip of his foot before gently kicking it so he would rest on the top of his shoe as he tried to hide his excitement at the others offer to play. It seemed like some avoided him like the plague and of course, his greeting was a ball to the others face, but it was memorable, right?
At the question, the dark haired boy couldn’t help the almost mischievous smile that pulled the corners of his lips before chuckling some. Pulling the ball away from the other, tossing it between his feet, he titled his head.
“Hrm…probably both.” A laugh escaped his lips some, because the abuse already happened in his mind. But he wasn’t sure if he could run into the other like he used to with the boys in the village. It would probably, as he said, be colliding with a bull and Junsu was a small creature. He wasn’t exactly built like a rock, like the other seemed.
Rolling the ball between his feet, he glanced down the length of the field. There were no goals. This was going to be difficult, considering kicking the ball too hard would send it flying. So, turning some, he passed the ball to the other before back up some.
“We can start by passing it back and forth?”
- - lover, not a fighter !
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"First I’ll show you what it’s all about, and for that I’ve got someone to help me" he continued and gestured towards the other person who, in return, offered a haste wave of greeting, "then, when the demonstration is over, I’ll walk you through it and explain everything further. Sounds good?"
When the talk of a private lesson was brought up, Junsu almost felt his pride deflate. He prided himself in being well in all of his classes and yet this one, he couldn’t bring himself to do some of the things that were asked of him. Even when his partner was a male that could single handedly handle his blows, Junsu would always cower away in the fear of hurting the other. It was psychological. Even if it was his hand harmed, his body harmed, he was afraid. Of what, he couldn’t tell you singled out except that he feared hurting anyone physically. It was like he couldn’t do it because he knew what it was like on the receiving end of the stick.
He had thought of dropping the class but in his mind, he knew he had to be productive and proactive. Fighting, he had been a part of. When he was in the city, he had a few girls that had men chasing after them and tended to get a little bit handsy. After the fact of the physical altercation, Junsu was overwhelmed with guilt that it almost made him sick to his stomach despite the fact that he had helped a girl from being bothered. It wasn’t something he enjoyed doing and the sore face or hand that he held the next day was a constant reminder that he wasn’t about sparring or fighting.
Deep breath. Outside of the door, the male heaved a sigh as he ducked his head down some as his hair danced under the large hair band he had used to push back the thick hair from his forehead. Wearing the basketball shorts, and a sport tank top, he was dressed for the occasion but that didn’t mean mentally he was ready for this. Frustrated because he had to go to a private lesson and wasn’t just fine as an ok student. But this was for him, for others. What had happened in Busan reminded him that sometimes, you had to defend yourself whether or not you know which side was the right side.
Tossing his sports bag over his shoulder, he moved inside the room and as he caught the attention of the instructor, Junsu ducked his head down in a greeting himself. Following the other inside some, he glanced around the room and right away he saw another student and out of his country bumpkin training, he bowed his head in greeting to the other even if they didn’t make any sort of the same motion to him.
With his attention back on Rain, he looked at the other before the word special escaped his lips and nervousness came over him. Setting the bag down on the side of the room but not moving too far away, his attention remained on the other as he shuffled back towards the instructor. In a strange way, Junsu was a combined man and boy, stuck in his own body and with the boyish motion over, his hands moved to rest on his sides.
An explanation in tow, finally his eyes moved back over to the other in room with a hesitated smile before his eyes were on the ground. Nodding his head some, he trusted the other before lifting his head up and offering once more another nervous smile, he was hoping this wasn’t going to be what he feared it was. But he was slightly a pessimist.
“Okay.” A simple word, but he glanced once more at the other student worried for a moment before taking a step aside to begin the private lesson.
