born to die

im yoona, gambit, 19.

[fcxwonjoong-deactivated20140407]

game theory — w/ yoona

( x )

[fcxyoona]

the urge to go to the observatory is both strong and bizarre; it'd been a good long while since her last visit, for yoona preferred to go to such places with company.  the stars were beautiful and the distant lands that could be seen mysterious, but without any knowledge they were just holes in the sky and piles of rock and dirt, arranged in ways that were either beautiful or not.  regardless, the urge was there and so yoona decided to indulge, even if it meant several flights of stairs.  

"it'll be worth it, i think?" words murmured to herself before she begins to ascend, fingers brushing along the railing in case support was suddenly needed.  it grows harder with every step, but with the rising challenge, determination also blooms.  there was no point in stopping when halfway, she tells herself.  that's practically losing.

a self satisfied grin finds its way on her face when she finally does reach the top, and the mutant decides to take a well deserved break; leaning against the wall, she allows herself to sink to the ground and occupies herself with her phone.  just a breather, a wee breather, before staring at the sky.  it strikes her that she could look up things to look on the net, and so she devotes the next few minutes to that on naver, only to get sidetracked and start reading tips on clear skin and the like.  on her third article, she realises where she's gotten and laughs to herself before plucking her battered body off the ground and stretching.  

time for some burning balls of gas. 

making her way to the internal structures of the observatory, she's greeted with a surprise.  well it wasn't of the genuine variety--somewhere, inside, she had known that there was a good chance that someone would be there--but she raises her brows nonetheless.  a small part of her finds this inconvenient, the rest of her mind resting in white noise; peppered with sounds of 'i don't care,' 'this is fine,' 'this isn't inconvenient,' 'people are good,' the noise is obstructs normal thought, leaving her standing in silence for a few seconds before stepping in.  

as she gets closer, she recognises the figure as that of the bright eyed ability trainer.  "good evening seonsaengnim."  the greeting is one that reaches the corners of her mouth and the curves of her eyes, genuine and alight.  

[fcxyoona]

(* casually walks up behind the younger girl and circles her arms loosely around the other's small waist, resting her chin on her shoulder and-- transfers all of her weight onto her ) help me, i'm falling.

{ ` a slight hiss of pain parts itself from her lips before she’s aware that the one behind her was yerim.  the very sound of the woman’s voice has the power to make the troubled noise turn into a laugh } unni, it’s fine if we fall together, right? { `has already started to bend.  calling upon her power, focusing it on her legs, she struggles to straighten up but manages } ah, we’ve been saved! 

[fcxyoona]

❝ c'est impossible!

{ `part of what drew yoona to the academy was the promise of the school life she had made herself abandon years before; now, her main worries were going to class and keeping up with the work, rather than survival.  it was a refreshing change to say the very least, one that she often found herself content with.  today was not one of those days though--homework strewn on the ground, brows knitted into a frown and glasses on, yoona was suffering.  } what... does this even... mean? { `she squints; perhaps doing such would make the answers easier to find.  no such luck.  the brunette sighs and swallows the urge to ignore the assignment.  assignments.  guilt gnaws on her will. } god help me. { `a pitiful plea; a brilliant example of götzengeschwätz }

[fcxyoona]

❝ tell me why

{ `yoona shifts the box of mandarins in her arms, gritting her teeth.  she should've been more blunt, she should've refused the fruit.  it wasn't like she'd manage to finish it herself; lacking was a word that could be used to describe her appetite.  such was a result of a growing up that consisted of never eating much, for there was never really much to eat.  her arms are burning now and she finds herself searching the streets for a familiar face or store.  maybe she could pass these off to someone else, anything to escape the weight that strained her bandaged arms.  } you need to say 'no' next time, im yoona.  { `the words are hissed to herself, though they were unlikely to mark themselves in her mind.  park ahjumma was a woman who was especially hard to say no to she found; the mutant had only visited the woman to see how things were working out her pub, only to have a comment on her off colouring and need for vitamin c being made and the box she now bore being shoved into her arms.  }  hgh-- fuck it. { `straining, straining, straining--she reaches for a packet of painkillers in her pocket, only to drop the container.  yoona simply stares at spilled, orange orbs and sighs, the sound long and exaggerated. } whyyyyyyyyyy. 

[fcxyoona]

well there are two of them -- lucky me (/ lets out a single 'ha', laughing at her own shitty situation because one guy is enough ) ummm ... the elite, char, and the expert, ken. both equally ... (/ pauses for dramatic purposes ) ... stupid.

{ `bites on her lower lip, resisting the urge to laugh } so, you like these idiots? { `a small laugh.  she throws the pillow onto the nearest bed—eunji’s—clasps the other girl’s wrist and pulls her down to sit on the bed.  }  gimme the 411.    

[fcxyoona]

like this for a random script starter and reply for a random para starter! 

[4eversone]

[fcxyoona]

cat's cradle

[fcxluhan]

( x ) 

[fcxyoona]

really.  { `reaches out to gingerly poke his cheek. a sound of amusement with a hint of content--good, she thinks--before following suit.  she's slow and awkward about it--not wanting to open up what had begun to heal--laying back with a small sigh. she stares at his ceiling for a few seconds before deciding she'd much rather view what was beside her, shifting so she could face him }  so how's your winged baby day goin'? 

[fcxluhan]

“the good life—” ♕

[fcxluhan]

(x)

[fcxyoona]

you'll haunt me?  { `takes a moment to think about it  } that doesn't sound too bad. { `wraps her hand around the gearshift and yanks the thing down to reverse, before putting a heavy foot downwards.  the vehicle screeches as it speeds backwards } -- ah, fuck -- { `leaving yoona to forcing the car to stop.  thank god she wasn't human. } alrighty, let's try that again.  { `clears her throat, readjusting her hands on the steering wheel, the one thing she remembers how to do properly from driving school and steps on the accelerator, more gently this time.  hands on the wheel are only for show, she's using her powers to steer the thing } i've totes got this, man.

[fcxyoona]

(/ an unearthly groan is heard from park eunji's room, followed by the muffled sound of a pillow hitting the wall and a 'why do i only fall for idiots' )

{ `her entry into the room is marked by a small 'click,' and she can only raise a brow at the sight of her roommate.  } now, now— { `makes her way over and gently takes the pillow away, a small, amused smile on her lips }—leave that poor wall alone.  who’s the idiot? 

[fcxyoona]

cat's cradle

[fcxluhan]

x

[fcxyoona]

{ `shrugs, lips quirked } nothing too big.  eii-- { `slight frown } -- you alright?  at least you've gotten something close to moshpit experience.  { `stares at him for a few seconds before laughing; slight embarassment mixes with something lighter and she can only mirror him, batting her eyes for added joviality } why i guess you are.  would you call that lucky?

[tea-bb]

Visit Original Link

[fcxyoona]

It’s all right 'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

[fcxyoona]

— plots!

[fcxyoona]

❝ night-time darlings,

number: unlimited || location: busan or seoul

children of the night, prancing on the streets of busan and seoul.  whether you met her on the flashing high streets, pulsing dance floor or saw her sanguine smile on stage, you’re all different strains of the same flower—the jaded night’s cereus. 

endless possibilities with this option tbh!

❝ the flower we saw that day,

number: one || location: anywhere (sans busan)

a moment’s courage melded with cowardice led the sixteen year old yoona jumping onto the first a bus she could catch.  a swollen cheek, a few day’s clothes and a few week’s worth of money was all she bore as she made her escape, searching for peace in the sights that passed tearing eyes.  when she reached her destination, kilometres from hell in the middle of no where, she met you.  whether you took her in and let her charm you till her courage ran out, well, that’s up to you. 

said courage would only last a few days anyway.

❝ cherry cola,

number: one (m) || location: busan

flashing lights, broken glass and bleeding necks; sweet sixteen is the age that im yoona sees a man’s life fade.  there was much she had made herself bear, but this was a sight that threatened to finally disrupt the mental limbo she danced on; but it was you, you that saved her.  simply, easily, with a tug of a hand, an exit.   

after that night her eyes travelled the crowd looking for you, heart reaching out for you.  maybe you were a first love, maybe just a temporary umbrella from the rain, or maybe something else; in the end, you were her one and only ‘oppa.’  

yeah… this one might be a bit confusing lmfao #yolosweg2k14 feel free to ask questions ~_~

❝ oh sweet thing,

number: yolo, younger obv

there’s something in you that seems to need to be protected, something that yoona lost a long time ago; innocence.  she dotes on you and finds you precious, though depending on what kind of person you are, said doting can differ.  

❝ and we’ll go dancing,

number: yolo

you need an open ear, and simply darling, yoona listens.

[fcxyoona]

{ `eyes surveying the throngs of people walking about, a slight frown on her face } it's... kinda weird?

[fcxyoona]

cat's cradle

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uhh, sorta?  didn't have time to go into town so-- { `voices trails off as she looks around the male's room } just your regular shrapnel shower.  nothing too big, really. { `what was meant to come off as teasing ends a bit less than that, so she changes the subject } y'know luhanah, you could just wait till white day. { `steps lightly to his bed before sitting on it gingerly, this moving thing was a bit difficult } so don't stress about this hackjob valentine yet. { `grins }

[fcxluhan]

“the good life—” ♕

[fcxluhan]

you wouldn’t. {` thankful for the unending tact she shows regarding his state, han walks alongside her, lips curving; certainly she’d find it boring here — given the lack of entertainment he could find within the school gates, it’d long ago become habit to make his own by playing pranks on the students and staff } yeah, i can see that. this place needs something to liven it up a little. {` he remarks absently, finding his way into the garage to dig around in a few nail jars. inside one, just where he’d seen it last, is a key to the old american classic hidden in the corner and he takes it } well enough. nasty danger room missions withheld. {` tossing the key in his hand, he slowly makes his way around the tarp-covered car, sending a small prayer up north that it still runs while peeling away the cover } you might have to drive. you know how, right?

[fcxyoona]

{ `stares at the keys for a few seconds, genuinely asking herself that very question before deciding oh fuck it.  she'd been on the passenger's side more times than she could count and had been halfway through driving school before having to withdraw; and really, if anything went wrong, she could easily just use her ability.  people would think of it as a miracle, right?  totally inconspicuous-- } totally. { `takes the keys from his hand with a confident smirk and unlocks the thing, taking her place in the driver's seat }  mm, smells vintage.  { `puts the keys in the ignition; the old vehicle takes a few tries to start and she laughs with delight } all aboard the im express! 

[fcxyoona]

— plots!

❝ night-time darlings,

number: unlimited || location: busan or seoul

children of the night, prancing on the streets of busan and seoul.  whether you met her on the flashing high streets, pulsing dance floor or saw her sanguine smile on stage, you're all different strains of the same flower--the jaded night's cereus. 

endless possibilities with this option tbh!

❝ the flower we saw that day,

number: one || location: anywhere (sans busan)

a moment's courage melded with cowardice led the sixteen year old yoona jumping onto the first a bus she could catch.  a swollen cheek, a few day's clothes and a few week's worth of money was all she bore as she made her escape, searching for peace in the sights that passed tearing eyes.  when she reached her destination, kilometres from hell in the middle of no where, she met you.  whether you took her in and let her charm you till her courage ran out, well, that's up to you. 

said courage would only last a few days anyway.

❝ cherry cola,

number: one (m) || location: busan

flashing lights, broken glass and bleeding necks; sweet sixteen is the age that im yoona sees a man's life fade.  there was much she had made herself bear, but this was a sight that threatened to finally disrupt the mental limbo she danced on; but it was you, you that saved her.  simply, easily, with a tug of a hand, an exit.   

after that night her eyes travelled the crowd looking for you, heart reaching out for you.  maybe you were a first love, maybe just a temporary umbrella from the rain, or maybe something else; in the end, you were her one and only 'oppa.'  

yeah... this one might be a bit confusing lmfao #yolosweg2k14 feel free to ask questions ~_~

❝ oh sweet thing,

number: yolo, younger obv

there's something in you that seems to need to be protected, something that yoona lost a long time ago; innocence.  she dotes on you and finds you precious, though depending on what kind of person you are, said doting can differ.  

❝ and we'll go dancing,

number: yolo

you need an open ear, and simply darling, yoona listens.