`TWO-FACED BITCH>>

" KANG SURA " or " ATER " [940911] ` NIGHTMARE INDUCEMENT ; BROTHERHOOD>> i am no sick child. i smile then i smirk, i cry then i laugh, i hate then i love, i am on two ends. i am in two. maybe i am a schizio, maybe i'm just a two-faced bitch.

[fcxspecter]

» in cold sweat

[fcxspecter]

his emotions were slowly beginning to shift from fear to frustration, towards mostly himself and the woman before him. the fear was still there, evident in his shaky hands and still quivering lip. but the windows beside them were already beginning to form cracks in the surface just from how overwhelmed he was, his anger bursting from the inside out.

he didn’t care, god he didn’t care. there was a mix of desire for the older woman to just get away from him and desire to show her that he wasn’t afraid. won’t be afraid the next time they met, he corrected himself, if there was ever a next time.

"n—next time," jeongguk stuttered out, still watching her wearily. "… next time if we see each other … i bet you i’ll be different …. i won’t stutter, or whatever …. just … i won’t be afraid of you …" it was a risky deal to make, considering it took him over a decade for him to even make friends, but he had to prove himself just once that he could do something. "… a—and if i’m still the same … if i even stutter once, th—then …

"whatever … whatever you’ve been dreaming to do to me since we started talking, punch me, beat me up, whatever … j—just … do it …"

[fcxsura]

its like listening to a comedy sketch, sura is delighted, rather cheery at the frenzied thoughts of the male; like she is bathing lavishly at the distraught and (finally) angry jeongguk. even her heart starts to race and beat against her eardrums, the thrill and excitement of the game. "little ghost, oh how you've grown." she laughs, her head cocks back and her eyes turn into crescents "talking big words like you understand them." oh how her fits of laughter don't seem to end and her eyes seem to be brimming with tears.

"you are funny."

she knows he isn't joking, but it's all a bit fun. to taunt him and lure him, make him think that he can beat her at her own perfectly planned game. she has the win, she is a crusher; loves soaking up all the pride that doesn't belong to her. but it's not really her fault. "oh how i'd love to get my hands on you..." it's suggestive, sick and foul. "but i can't punch a ghost now can i?" her antics are annoying and senseless and thats how she'll win. 

because her sick, disgusting, rancid predator mind could only twist such thoughts like so. oh and also because some people just stay prey.

[fcxsura]

` love fool curse >>

[fcxvesper-blog-deactivated20161]

"what is there to get, other than the fact that i can’t give you what you want?” he retorts, the exasperation from before replaced by none other than an irritated weariness of her repeated inquiries, the same ones each time she managed to catch him alone; even sometimes it was when there were people around, in hushed words, “you might be princess material in the eyes of most people, but i’m not most people.”

quite frankly, james thought it’d be more than obvious after so many times that , except it hadn’t quite registered to her, there was some part of her still considering the possibilities of him returning her feelings. he knew for a fact that he was incapable of such things. lying to her would merely provide false hope and cause him to be riddled with even more problems regarding his current relationship. but then again, sura was quite the princess type— always one to get what she desired. and with him being one to deprive her of that, the outcome would surely come with a high level of persistence on her part. and by now, his deduction had been long proved to be true. 

[fcxsura]

but she does get what she wants, she has to. every fibre of her being, kang sura, only ceases to exists because of what she wants. she is who she is, and she gets what she wants. james, the male with an impeccable ability of manipulation (which she is very aware of) has sura whipped as a victim. she doesn't have anything to say of it -- maybe because she is the type to like dominant and rough men...

"b-but why don't you want me?" it's superficial to her ears, but her more than just 'stubborn' self. she shakes her head, refusing her beliefs, knowing such feelings is just petty. "what do you want from me then?" she wasn't going to sugar coat it. "what the fuck do you want with me?"

it's not healthy, all of this. "tell me." if she could help, maybe winning some love in the consolation prize is worth it. 

[fcxsura]

i was off at vegas for six days ... sorry guys, gonna get around to my replies 

[fcxsura]

[ sms ] sometims i wish both of you had powers was am utatn you know [ sms ] means icould see ou again someday. [ sms ] that boaing school universitfyg that fgthey sent me ofgf to not actufally a un i [ sms ] freeak school [ sms ] want youf two hear , shoudld've hedlped yoju both escape mum n dad

powers? oh! isn't that exciting? plot twists we're always her favourites. an eyebrow cocks up. was he talking about xavier's -- she laughs to herself, it's a hollow and sounds pretty sick to her ears too. her thumbs skims the screen lightly quickly tapping a message. 

[ unknown:sms ] well i can only agree that xavier's is a home for freak shows

she clicks the send button, finally making some interaction with her drunk buddy

SENT !

[fcxsura]

[ sms ] you hdate me don't yo u [ sms ] is that why you're nto ans wering any of these you used to be faseter at texting than i was, you and a your sister [ sms ] i got fucking knews for ui 'm still slow isn't that funnyyy hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahaaahaaaaaaaaaahh [ sms ] gotta wait for mssgere kjto come in efroe reolying or i cancel 'em all accid e nt allyyy

she's a little frustrated. how could he have gotten her number, her contacts stand at a solid four people. she doesn't live as a recluse but she's rather selective. she could say one reason why she is, is well because of this very drunk conversation.

her destructive nature is often induced by such actions -- oh how vulnerability makes her excited; she practically leeches off it. "idiot." she mumbles as she scrolls down her phone to read the following (possibly) hundreds of texts awaiting her. 

[fcxsura]

[ sms ] how's mom and dad actually no don' t wanser tha t i don't want o t know i odn't care [ sms ] i don't want to know you hea r me jung jihye [ sms ] mayb e oppa's a lil drunk it's ony becau se i miss you both so muc h i'm so so rry but mum and d a d saw and you kn ow [ sms ] acutally y ou don't know i'm stil welr sorry

jung jihye? sura nods slowly, savouring every moment of the unknown male’s vulnerability. she quickly, desperately wants to start havoc.

[ unknown:sms ] wait who the fuck are you?

or she could stir up the deadly concoction…

[ unknown:sms ] of course i hate you oppa…

but the vibrations keep coming. sura sighs, heading to the next set of texts.

 unsent [ unknown:sms ] wait who the fuck are you?  unsent [ unknown:sms ] of course i hate you oppa…

[fcxsura]

[ sms ] how are you sis/ [ sms ] i've missed you im so fucking oryr for disappareing li ke that i love you [ sms ] wha's wrong with jiyoungie's pho ne they said she got disconected and cancled orsom ething [ sms ] how's is she are you both okay?

what the fuck? she eyes her pocket and it doesn’t seem to stop buzzing. since when was she suddenly the popular kid?  ”drunk text?” is the only thing she can conclude and an amused grin is plastered on her face as she flicks through the messages. a snicker escapes her as she reads the last two messages. it doesn’t seem to stop coming because another three vibrations ring in her hand. 

[fcxsura]

` pinch punch -feat.mai

[fcxmai]

Mai smiles nonchalantly, echoing the girl’s shrug with her own. As if their conversation from before hasn’t been a hint to her that Sura would happily pounce on the opportunity to go and wreak havoc. But then yet again the Mai back then had been a lot chirpier and optimistic about Busan. She’d been proven wrong much too quickly and one too many times for her to go around trusting humans. Especially when all the people who eventually came to save her happened to be fellow mutants.

“Oh come on now,” she holds back the temptation to pat the girl on the shoulder. The brunette can’t say she felt the same, not when she’s been given a mission by Magneto. Now that…was an interesting experience that leaves an interesting concoction of emotions boiling in her heart.

“It’s not that bad…you can scout around outside? There’s always training too, get stronger and maybe you can go on a mission and have some fun,” she suggests nonchalantly. She doubts this would be of any motivation for the other girl but there seriously was nobody she’d suggest the girl to “fool around with”. Even herself - the fear of controlling people with her voice is now a reminiscent thing of the past.

Again she shrugs. “They do a good job of getting on my bad side.” She slides into the seat right beside the girl, legs casually crossing. “I’m doing fine. Chirpy, it’s nice having a room all to me. And the quiet too, when’s the last time we had that?”

She’s lying – there are people she misses back in Xavier and their thoughts haunt her. Her and the letters she’s left behind, wondering if the people have actually touched them or just pushed it off. Do they hate her? Or are they accepting.

[fcxsura]

a sneer, a 'friendly' one is what sura could call it. how can she be patting her back? still the same after a while, well sura can't expect a 360 degree change from a girl like mai. "hmph." is all she says, she is anticipating for mai to laugh at her 'too-cool-for-school' vibe, because girls like mai would. well, sura can't say much. dealing the same sex doesn't delight her one bit -- resent is more like it... superficial, 'cute' well -- foreign at that.

"you want me to go prancing outside like i haven't just entered another ring of hell?" sura shakes her head. ignorant, ignorant, ignorant. she sighs again and places her head in her hands. it's a bit over-dramatic but after a while her accumulated victims attack her predator-complex. 

she snorts. "i cease to exist with chaos. along with that i need noise. you know that." her hand is still in her hands and sura wants to break something, or make someone cry, twist them. oh how giddy she'd be! 

sura snorts again, has nobody caught on by now? "liar." then goes a "tsk." from her then "liar. good girls like you shouldn't lie." now sura is smiling and she lifts her head from her hands. "i know, the whole 'how are you?' thing is a trick question." a smirk etched on her face. oh no! trouble!

[fcxspecter]

» in cold sweat

[fcxspecter]

{--}

he didn’t even flinch as she approached him nearer, deep in thought and fists clenched. his head was spinning, and he’d much prefer to be sleeping than having to deal with all this. but each and every one of her words fueled him, formed thoughts in his head just begging to get out. he became more frustrated with having to deal with the fact that she’s right — he always stared at the ground, he shook each time he became anxious, his words trembled and jumbled up each time he spoke—

"i—i—i’ll show you,” the words spilled out before he could grab them. “i won’t be like that forever, just watch me, i’ll change myself and the next time you see me, i’ll face you without wanting to run away, i won’t be scared anymore, i won’t—” he locked eyes with her, serious and firm, even though his words were messy. “… i’ll show you …”

[fcxsura]

jesus christ! this kid was doing an impeccable job, not only annoying her but making himself clear that he was the prey -- he was practically dangling himself in front of her hungry eyes. "tsk." she shakes her head as he takes a moment to contemplate (loudly, to sura, well because frantic thoughts attract her) she shakes her head again, does he not learn? 

"little ghost, i can hear things you know? your thoughts and all." she doesn't know why she has to repeat it for about one hundred times to him, this is surely absurd...

he stuttered again...

in, one, two. out, one, two. and by god, did she want to punch him. "show me, really. i'm excited to what you can show me.  maybe your goal could be not to look like you're about to cry at the very presence of me." she inches closer and closer, "then i'll acknowledge some sort of effort."

its exhilarating, the feeling of prey trembling right at her fingers. delicious. 

[fcxspecter]

» in cold sweat

[fcxspecter]

{--}

"but we can fix that, oh we must it’s a big problem."

the words sent shivers down the young male’s spine, and he looked at her again with concern for his own safety. as if he couldn’t look any more afraid than he already was. slowly, he began stepping away from her — fearing what might come next.

[fcxsura]

she takes a double take on him, eyeing him from head down a little sneer etches itself on her face. "nothing to say?" her arms crossed, voice going up an octave or so. she doesn't say any more for a couple moments and she smiles, a sick, vile almost villainous. 

amusing, his thoughts. 

so he was doing something about it. "you are cute, little ghost." her eyes give a look from his head down, but this time she makes sure that she is here to clearly mock him. for him to see that clearly the problem is entirely him. "you know how they say your best isn't the best? well it definitely applies to you." 

being your best was sura's strong suit, well she liked to think so. she'd like to think that all her efforts plastering on a mask was more than enough to secure kang sura and made sure everyone could see it. 

"say, a person like me comes along later in life. what are the chances you'll react the same way? you are prey to predators like me." she shakes her head as she watches him backing away. "predators like me can smell it, but even down the chain, those minor predators can see it, your face..." she snorts. "you walk around with your face scared shitless, predators like me dig that stuff." she walks closer as she says her soliloquy, inching her face so close to him and her smirk fixed. 

[xfcxanon-blog]

☨ qu'est-ce que c'est ? ; sura.

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[fcxsura]

(/ it's arousing, the idea of his skin on her skin. desirable, his skin, like fire. the warmth that is offered in one graze never seemed so appealing. now she's hungry, for one touch. never has she set a sight on such a magnificent body filled with an exciting concoction of insatiable terror and a deadly lust for her blood. it's flattering, really.

his voice echoes in her bloodstream, her blood screaming to be spilled. it's an honour for her to feel the sting of her seeping blood against him, even better with his blood.) "owie!" (/ being coy forever sticks with her, it hurts though. but she is smiling, almost laughing at the pain -- like ecstasy racing at the area of pain.) "you were always a people pleaser." (/ it's always half the truth and the other half of taunting.

she grips his shoulder, wincing in immediate pain and digging her fingers in. sura wants to laugh -- it's kind of like sex. her fingernails scratching against his back, she wants him to feel a little bit of pain, then a little more, and a little more.

if on it would be like this forever...

a tear slips down in happiness? pain? frustration?) "do you like the idea of bullets in your flesh?" (/ she manages to make out through the pain.) "i do, i think it's hot." (/ there is  a gun, well there always is one with her. she detaches one hand from his shoulder, but making sure her other is scratching the skin off him. its hitched on the hip, under her skirt she rides it up (hoping to give a show) then pointing it straight at his forehead.) 

[fcxluhan]

“a wealth of words—” ♕

[fcxluhan]

who wears heels to school? the thought is tinged with amusement; peppered with a vague recollection of a dress code that forbade anything above a certain height (a height that he didn’t know as he hadn’t cared to read the rest of the sentence). he stares at the female, tapping the bloodied blade against his slacks while attempting to pick her identity from the pool of strangers he’d met thus far.

“the same thing i imagine happened to a few people.” he smiles, perhaps a bit too easily given the circumstances. there’s not a hint of unease in his stance as he peers down the hallways and considers her earlier question, “but i’m fine.”

unharmed.

perhaps even a little excited for the adrenaline rush.

“you?” as if on cue, the male’s eyes drift over her form, as though searching for any obvious sign of an injury. when none meet his eyes, he gives a smile and hums, “seems as if you’ve escaped harm.”

[fcxsura]

sura laughs a little at his last comment and replies with more than just a materialistic and and superficial remark. "oh!" she begins, feigning some sort of astonishment on her face, her perfectly curled eyelashes fluttered up in surprise and her perfectly painted lip-glossed lips formed an 'O' shape. a giggle releases, here eyes squint slightly, slightly trying to mock the male. "i didn't escape out of harm." she huffs.

"scared shitless and more clueless." exasperated is more than just an understatement. sura stands there for a while, the silence that followed her distressed comment. she isn't quite the type to ask for help, she isn't the type to be a people person either. it clogs at her throat, like her ego demands to shut her up, to cut her off. "how'd- how'd you..." she stutters, her tongue articulates every word laced with the aim of battling her ego. "how'd you do that? like, that thing earlier."

well that was the hardest thing to ask. her ego, bitter, biting down at her flesh for asking such a horrific question that seemed to jeopardise who she was as her state as the all (more than mighty and great) queen. roar once, it resonates through her blood stream, roar twice and her eyes go big.

her voice shakes, asking for help creates a big boo-boo on her ego. especially asking a guy like that. "do you have any plans to get out of here?" she lets out a nervous little laugh which was a petty attempt to cover up her anxiousness. 

[fcxsura]

i'm back!

back from hiatus~~ replies posted soon!

[fcxsura]

hiatus!

for the next week or two (( mommas wedding and heading to LA ))

[fcxsura]

` love fool curse >>

[fcxvesper-blog-deactivated20161]

"if you’re gonna start this bullshit again, then leave. you already know my response to that. it hasn’t changed." that’s his initial response to her words, accompanied by a grimly mocking roll of his eyes, a scathing laugh leaving his lips as he shook his head, as if in disgust. the harsh truth was better than getting her hopes up, after all.

his gaze settles on the kitchen counter, to the mug of coffee he’d brewed not long before she’d showed up, bringing it to his lips to take a long, slow sip, before clearing his throat, out of habit more than anything else as he eyes her warily.

he’s pretty sure that she’s aware of his more manipulative colours, aware that she’s subject to them, and the thing which amused james the most was the fact that even then, she was pathetic enough to allow him to string her along like this. not that he was complaining in the slightest; it was just another scenario he’d happen to delight in taking advantage of. if he played his cards right, then with little ease, she could become of the essential pieces in this strategic gameplan of his, and so he’d play it cool, keep his facade up and his temper controlled, at a minimum.

for now, that was.

"what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

[fcxsura]

her heart drops to her stomach, she knew his answer, she knew her reaction. ouch. she feels the tension thicken and her chest felt in an immense hollow pain that even breathing in oxygen seemed to pain her, millisecond by millisecond. sura wants to cry, that's strange -- she hasn't since the first time papa hit her. and that was years ago.

james.

even the thought of him hurts, it's pretty bullshit, even sura realises how pathetic this all is. but she is still here. "but i don't get it." more like she won't accept it. the burning flame ignited at first site of such a male, she was who she was, maybe it was karma for all the shit she did. it's worth it to put her eyes on him. but it really shouldn't be the case. "why am i here then?" she is mellow, for now. this is what she needs to talk about, before the said ignited passion explodes. 

fire, like everyone knows is one of the most destructive force of combustion. it takes a few seconds of pure silence through the pregnant pause and she combusts. "what the fuck am i doing here?" she shouts, arms in the air and eyes brazen.

she knows the answers to all the questions, she is just hoping for a different answer.

kang sura is no toy. everyone else is a toy to her.  james lee however, everything is one-eighty degrees left and three-sixty right then left with him and before she knows it, she is some chew toy. 

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[fcxsura]

` pinch punch -feat.mai

[fcxmai]

She should be exploring the underground hangout and memorizing it in case she gets lost again in the maze like corridors but she still feels a terrible sense of homesickness for the people she’s left behind. Every once in a while she finds herself reaching for her phone to send something, only to realize she can’t. She doesn’t regret her decision but she still feels a loss. At least she’s not completely alone.

Finally her stomach growls and she rolls off her bed. The direction to the kitchen is probably the only thing she remembers right now. Rubbing her eyes she lazily flies over, folding her wings once she’s reached the entrance. It’s a voice that causes her to look up from where she’s been subconsciously staring at the ground.

"Well," she grins as she walks over, hunger temporarily forgotten. "I have to admit I expected you here. How you feeling?"

[fcxsura]

a snort and a scoff follows right after suit at the words the female uttered. "well thanks for seeing me as the mass-human-hater type." sura shrugs, she knew, without a doubt that she'd get a ticket straight into magneto's plans. but she was getting better-- 

well trying to anyways. "shitty." she replied, playing with utensils on the tabletop. "fucking shitty. what am i supposed to do with the lack of toys to play with?" she spits, her head hung low, deprived of sleep from the irritation of staying in a prey-less environment. 

her ecosystem failed to function. it was like an animal taken form the wild and into the zoo. "but i can say the same about you, the 'people-hater' thing." a snort and a scoff follows right after, once again. "how are you?"