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@forunholy
! 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.
— HANBIN PARK aka zeus. lee junho. thirty-three. electricity manipulation. anti-hero. intro.
— MALEE CHANTHARA aka basilisk. min pechaya wattanamontree. thirty-six. petrification. level i agent. intro.
— BAE JUYEON aka apollyon. song kang. thirty-one. demon physiology. civilian. intro.
LOVESHOT & ZEUS // @forunholy
the issue about not being able to work means that kyungseok is left with time on his hands and he has no idea what to do with that. the day really never had to end for him, a constant rush of things to do that started when he woke up to when he went to sleep and sometimes, he didn't even do that. working kept his mind busy and if his mind is busy then he isn't caught up in the mess of cerberus or those of his own making. now he's — left with these huge gaps during the day to fill out. and what he is supposed to do with that? ( esen suggested relaxing. but kyungseok would rather chew bricks. )
he wanders. very long walks. it keeps him occupied and the change of scenery ( good and bad ) helps. the cold burns in his lungs, dragging needles of ice down his back. a distraction, something to keep his mind busy. he isn't chasing down racing thoughts when he's just trying to figure out where to stop to warm up for a moment. the coffee shop is the first place that catches his eye. it'll do for the moment.
& as he steps inside, he bumps into the shoulder of the figure heading out. "sorry about that. i didn't see you."
his life doesn't change one bit despite all the differences around him. no, the last thing hanbin would ever willingly do is slow down, especially when all the drama and allegations had nothing to do with him anyway. so he's merely going about his business, as usual, just on his way back to the office with a hot coffee. he'd normally send his assistant, but she'd quit. shocker. still, hanbin doesn't truthfully care until the coffee he'd spent fifteen minutes waiting for is now on the ground.
"ah shit. you don't have a pair of eyes?" hanbin mumbles angrily, not quite looking at the man had bumped into him as he's busy gesturing over to one of the baristas to come clean up the mess, thankful that nothing more than a few mere splatters of his coffee land on his black coat. he's annoyed, but the dull feeling is nothing when he looks at who's in front of him. he knows the face, for many reasons. and every reason is one he hates.
perhaps it's his ties with cerberus that piss hanbin off, that he's one of the few supposed "heroes" plastered on billboards and magazines. maybe it's that kyungseok has some kind of tie with his brother, even if hanbin doesn't know the extent of it. or maybe, it's because the man in front of him did what any person with a heart would do, and save his life years ago, leaving him behind with powers he'd never wanted. his blood boils, and there's a certain coldness to his eyes that he can't mask, knowing he has to keep his cool in the moment.
"you look familiar. loveshot, is it? big fan."
"The bigger they are the harder they fall." Warren replied with a shrug. Warren looked at Juyeon with a sigh. "But I'll talk to you like an adult." Even though Warren wasn't that much older, but his previous life gave him some grey hairs. The current stress and his current guant face got him mistaken for mid-thirties. That was here or there.
"Or your land lord." Warren said with a shrug. "I've been told I make patients nervous. But if they want Mary Poppins as doctor by all means." Warren remarked. Warren made a semi-serious point.
"Yeah I'm Dr. Grinch of Cerebrus, legends say they see me once a year." Warren said voice dripping with sarcasm. "No I'm Dr. Suwan I work for New York-Presbyterian." He held up his doctor's badge with his signature scowl saying Warren Suwan, MD, RPSGT.
"Any more questions?"
Juyeon is just as naive as he looks, young in appearance and mentality even if he'd say otherwise. He's a grown adult, both in age and in stature, who's stuck in the mentality of someone who's fresh out of college, at best.
The last time he spoke to his landlord was when he got his apartment six years ago. "I guess I can see that. But no, I'm not nervous, this is just... how I am with everyone," Juyeon mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.
"RPSGT. You help people sleep," he says mindlessly, eyes focused on the badge with furrowed brows. He'd only know what the letters vaguely meant after seeing one as a child, which by the way, did not help.
Juyeon didn't quite know how to introduce himself, considering he didn't have some fancy title or badge to ease it into the flow of a conversation, so he instead shook his head. "No, no more questions."
I'm not those hipsters types who would play the ukelele and whisper sweet nothings." Warren said waving the file. "And sadly you are no Xena Warrior Princess-I'm sure you can kick my ass but thats besides the point."Warren replied.That wasn't a lie, and he was thinking of someone else as he said it. "I need a banana pudding from magnolia right now. Sleep therapist. I can give you the drugs a therapist would, but thats because anxiety and sleep are bosum buddies."
"I can always switch you to Klonopin but legally I have ask you all those questions Malee. Otherwise The Dean will be on my ass. And you will have to drive to Hackensack-Meridian for a doctor with my qualifications. As someone who worked there I wouldn't recommend it." Warren said twirling the pen with a shudder. "So in 20 words or less explain why you are anxious."
"Hipster types? My type is not hipsters, Warren. I just happen to like a kind man with some passion in his life. Maybe you're just too snarky, ever thought about that?" she counters, only to let out a sigh. "You're a bit too judgy for someone whose ideal type is a fictional character." Half of the words go over Malee's head, zoning out between banana pudding and drugs. "I'm sure they're on Doordash or something," she waves off with her hand.
"I don't understand. You can just make up the answers, what difference would the dean be able to tell? If I was looking to share my problems, I would have gone to a real therapist." For a therapist, Malee thought that Warren was awfully unwelcoming. "You can just say... my job is stressful. Oh, so stressful. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to be me. Did you know the New York Times wrote an article about how Medusa should have been considered a goddess if she was any bit like me? Do you know how hard it is to maintain an image like that?" Malee was one hundred percent bullshitting, not about the article but about where her stress was coming from. She couldn't exactly open a can of worms on how everything Andersen said brought back painful memories. "Is that enough words?"
open to agents ! where : cerberus headquarters, one of the workout rooms.
pulling a workaholic from work was like taking drugs from an addict. seongyeol had never truly had a moment to himself since he joined ceberus over a decade ago. the pyro was unsettled as he had been put on probation due to burning to ash over half the bar at the gala and he was desperate for something to keep him busy. the agent had lost track of how long he had been in the workout room. succumbed to his usual routine that left his mind devoid of thought. his breath coming out in harsh repeats, seongyeol sighs when a presence casts a shadow over the equipment in front of him. " i'm not looking for a workout partner. " his tone isn't pleasant but he doesn't care.
"seongyeol, you're too cute! i'd totally pinch your cheeks if you didn't have a few more inches on me without my heels on. you think so highly of yourself, i would hope our fellow two's and three's are taking notes on what a self-assured mentality looks like," malee chrips, words laced in playfulness as she bears a grin. but of course, she isn't here to be a workout partner, despite how ecstatic she'd be to fix his grumpy mood. she gestures to the weights, though, her entire reason for actually approaching him. "you don't mind sharing, do you? i made it my new years resolution to properly take on kyungseok in the ring."
closed for @fiiregaze ( hades & zeus )
location: a bar
hanbin finds peace in the comfort of a regular bar, mindlessly losing count of which drink he was on of the night. it was ironic, considering how busy and rowdy the area was, though he probably preferred it to the quiet. in the quiet was where the parts of himself he didn't quite like festered, in the form of his work or whatever his mind conjured up. a crowded, loud bar was exactly what he needed, even if the three-piece didn't exactly fit into the aesthetics. he is at peace until the empty seat is filled by someone who hasn't put him at peace for years. his dear, older brother.
he supposes the circumstances are better than the last time, and the one before that as well. seongyeol had impeccable timing, catching hanbin at his very worst with no chance for redemption. this time perhaps, was a toned-down version of the passionate anger he was used to displaying, sullied down to snarky annoyance with the help of some whiskey. an audble sigh leaves his lips, glancing up to the bartender filling up his glass again. "you should watch out. he has a bad habit of torching bartops," hanbin says dryly, acknowledging his brother only in the form of a thumb shot in his direction.
TJ had a soft smile on his face. Maybe because even if he had to drive to New Jersey on the Brooklyn Bridge, it was a ride that was well worth it. He could see the nice places and the horrible places but he liked wherever Juyeon was. And TJ wishes to protect Juyeon from anyone who messed with the worker.
"Juyeon." He said again the bright grin on his face. His heart skipping a beat. TJ shook his head quickly and tried his best to pay attention to the othe. Was his shoulders always so broad. TJ wondered to himself.
"I was working at times square new years." TJ said with a shy blush. "You know what could happen with the fireworks and confetti and all that. New York's finest." there was a small chuckle. Tj paused hearing those words. "Was it that asshole from last week?" TJ asked. "I can have a good talk with him." And by talk maybe a few harsh words too. TJ quickly got an idea. "Hold on for a minute. I think I got something for you." TJ said walking backwards hiding the gift.
His workplace was in a less-than-optimal location, probably why Juyeon never expected anyone he knew to come visit him, or for anyone to have known about what happened to him before the New Year. Out of sight, out of mind. Once upon a time, he almost preferred it that way. Now? Not so much.
Juyeon isn't sure if it's because he's been so people-starved, that the mere sight of TJ makes him feel warm inside, settling on that being the reason and nothing more. Of course, that much isn't really true because 20 minutes ago when a half-awake trucker passed through he hasn't been all that elated. "Times Square on New Years? It must've been so busy," he says, brows furrowing and thinking that even if he'd never been close enough to see the ball drop himself, the annual program on TV was enough to see the reality.
"Well... I don't think I really ended up seeing who it was," he reveals, scratcing the back of his neck. It was a joke, that he was recently gifted with a newfound, overlord like abilities, and he couldn't even stand up to an asshole who was shorter than him. "It doesn't matter. I'm okay, besides, my phone was pretty old so maybe it was a sign or something." Except a sign didn't equal money, and Juyeon couldn't believe the prices of cellphones these days. "Something for me?" he repeats, taken by surprise. "What is it?"
"Of course you said something about my lighter-can't remember if it was an insult or compliment." He said taking it out the Hatsune Miku with Meguine Luka lighter. "I know it's pretty awesome." Harvey said with a twinkle in his eye.
Harvey tried to hide his frown behind his hand. "You are right I will get down to business." Harvey said as he took out the tools. "You must have important shit on that computer after all." He said with twirling the scredriver. Computers were easier then people he assumed. Harvey's hands had enough dexterity to do undo the screws, letting it drop. Harvey saw the frayed cable wire"There we go." Harvey said with an almost sinsister smirk. He pulled out the wires and got his replacements. "It a frayed wire. Fortunately it wasn't from the inside. It must have gotten kicked around." He sinsiter smirk. "Just leave it to me Mr. Park."
His brows furrow, before seeing that damn lighter and pinching the bridge of his nose in one motion. "Oh great. They sent me the weirdo," Hanbin grumbles under his breath, though it's audible enough for them both to hear. He has an unfortunate habit of making his disdain a little too well known, but in his mind, it's only rightfully justified. He was expected to trust this heartbroken lunatic he met in the bathroom a few weeks ago to fix his computer?
Hanbin nods, albeit half-heartedly because, of course, he has important information on his computer. He wasn't exactly strapped for cash, as seen by the state of his home, and if this wasn't because of work, he would've gotten rid of the computer already. There were only a few possible reasons it would have stopped working, though he's thankful it's for once because of his physical anger and less so his power-induced one. "Good, should be an easy fix for you, then." He takes the opportunity to pull out his phone all while keeping an eye on the other man, untrusting as ever. "What's your name, tech support?"
"A little bit of both. Like two deadly sea slugs battling it out for the most food and territory." Warren said as if that was the most understandable and well written analogy he could think if. "Just lie. I don't advocate lying but not like three headed doggie is being honest either."
Warren quirked an eyebrow as if to say really with his body language. "Okay now you're lying and you're doing a crappy job kid." He replied twirling his cane. Warren sighed. "You're not a company, you can probably tell your mailman to unsubscribe from spam mail." He said. "Maybe get a google number too so if you call you can change it." There was a pause. "But why are you nervous? Are you afraid of me?" he joked.
Juyeon nods slowly, though he doesn't actually understand much of what the older is saying, eyebrows slowly furrowing as he looks back down into his hands. "Kid? I'm hardly a kid... and I think I'm taller than you, too," he mumbles, head glancing up for a moment with a frown present on his face. He was 31, which hardly made him the age to be considered a kid by any measure even if there was a sort of innocence that still surrounded Juyeon. Sheltered, skittish, as if he were a stray dog who hid under some abandoned New York building.
"Right, my mailman," he lets out with a breath, even though he's never met whatever person delivers his utility bills. "Why would I be nervous of you?" he asks, though as the words leave his lips, Juyeon is already taking a step back. "You don't work for them, do you?"
Warren pretended to look around and looked straight ahead. There was a slight sigh. "I meant me but I'm sure a sexier doctor will come in any minute." Warren said sarcastically. He pulled up the medical record.
"So what's the stitch Malee, is that night Zumba and Wine Classes messing with your sleep again?" He said sarcastically. They both knew Malee was not an active participant in any nightly zumba classes.
"Oh... oopsies. It's just that I'm very particular about my kind of bachelors, you get it, right?" Malee offered him a smile, before peering down subtly at the file in his hand. "Should I get you a candy bar, Warren? For a therapist, you're not making me feel very respected." She lets out a sigh, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Zumba is so 2010s, I've just been... anxious. You wouldn't believe how difficult it is being me. Luckily, it's nothing a little prescription wouldn't fix. You must be so relieved that I'll be out of your hair. Think of all the brooding and sarcasm practice you can do with the extra 20 minutes," Malee adds, pinching his shoulder.
There was an eyebrow raise before he gave the one hundred bill to the younger. Not because that was the best answer he heard, but it was the most honest answer he'll get. Clearly this one was trying to extrapolate something from whatever happened to him. And being a doctor he guesses that it's his job. Treat it like an appointment.
"They say ignorance is bliss. I think it would be ideal if less people knew about them." He said with a shrug. There was a brief look of conern before becoming stoic. "All can I say is theyre a biomedical company-what theyre doing is probably highlighted somewhere online.They just wrote a nice fancy statement to do what most people call covering their ass."
"And yeah everyone of those biomedical, pharmectical, biotech companies have those things. And they all have their little minions crawling all over the place. I take personal pleasure throwing their brochures outside the building and seeing if it lands on someone." He said doing jazz hands. There was a pause
"I sense this topic makes you uneasy-have they been bothering you?" Warren asked slowly.
After the one hundred dollar bill was in his hand, Juyeon's mind went blank listening to the other. Had he been living under a rock? Before the gala, he'd never heard of Cerberus, but then again, he didn't really watch the news or pay attention to the world outside of his little bubble. For the longest time, Juyeon was just content living for himself, making ends meet somehow and living simply.
Except now there was some kind of monster inside of him that he had no control over and it seemed like he was an interest of this biotech, biomedical, pharmaceutical company. "...Right," he says, after an extended pause and barely grasping what he was really saying. "So are they... doing what they're being accused of? Targetting people? Or is it just... one big guy trying to take down another?" Juyeon couldn't remember the name of the company that had hosted the gala, but considering it was supposedly full of people with extraordinary powers, there had to be some similarities.
"Bothering me?" he repeated, eyes widening and glancing around as if the question came out of nowhere. "What? No? Bothering me, that's crazy," he lets out with a nervous laugh, feeling like he's said too much. What if everyone finds out what he is? What if he's locked up or being used as a test subject like those other guys were saying? "They just send me, um... brochures, like you said! Bunch of them, so many. Like wow, they're all over my apartment, and not just because it's really small. They're not like... calling me, or leaving voicemails or anything like that."
closed for @forunholy - Juyeon
Setting: The gas station
TJ bounced out the fire truck in excitement. TJ thought he got a good present with Juyeon. He had a small shift around christmas and wasn't able to make it. But the younger wanted to make it up to him.Albeit maybe three like the store lady said because you must get more than one album! The saleswoman didn't have any reason to lie.
The firefighter gently gathered the items and had a small smile. Hiding behind the present behind his back there was a giddy grin.
"Happy New Year Juyeon."
He'd been picking up the longer shifts at work lately, anything to have some extra cash just in case anything inevitably went wrong. Like how he woke up at 5 am the other night on the Brooklyn Bridge when he goes to work in New Jersey and lives in Queens... stuff like that. Juyeon anyway thought it was easier to work because he didn't have much else going on, never wanting to bother anyone else who could be busy. Like TJ, who had a great job and was probably busy saving people while he was busy trying to not go over the edge and do the opposite.
Still, he brightens up when the chime of the gas station door is attached to a familiar face, glancing up from his little notepad he doodled in to pass the time. "TJ," he says, a quiet grin forming over his features and dusting himself off as if it would change his appearance at all.
"Happy New Years to you too. Did you... do anything fun? Any resolutions, or um, stuff like that?" Juyeon was guessing that's what people did for the New Year. Or get drunk. One of those, at least. "Oh, uh, I hope you had a good Christmas too. I was working and then I accidentally forgot it on the ground outside, and someone ran over it, so um... I couldn't text."
LEE JUNHO “想像 (Souzou)” M/V [2018]
"Of course." Harvey said pulling down his headphones. Harvey looked around the hallway as he walked. Maybe frayed wires or faulty circuits. There wasn't anything. Harvey looked at the computer and hummed. Fingerless gloves carressed the monitor and hard drive. "I had my fair share this particular model of computer." Harvey said with a whistle. "I can get it fixed in a few hours no problem Mr-." He looked up finally looking at the face.
There was a look of surprise before an evil grin. "Oh I know you. You're bathroom guy." There was a giddy chuckle. "I thought your job was more violent." Harvey admitted.
It was inconvenient to have his computer stop working, especially on a more paperwork-heavy day. While he preferred being in his office most of the time, or out making deals for his clients, the afternoons spent at home were the only way he found himself able to get through the mundane, tedious parts of being a lawyer. He was already getting annoyed, thinking that tech support was talking too much.
"Am I supposed to know who you are?" As if he has the time to remember some random tech nerd that he must've seen in the bathroom once. Then again, the night of the gala, his little bathroom altercation was hardly something new or out of the ordinary for him, meaning he held little weight in his actions once the party was over. "And I thought your job was to fix things, not make meaningless conversation." Hanbin supposed the guy in front of him didn't have much of a social life outside of work, prompting him to let out a sigh before pulling out his wallet, taking a 50 dollar bill, and offering it over. "I prefer the quiet."
CLOSED STARTER @forunholy || kareem & malee .
two weeks, the store had been closed. two long weeks without worrying about long hours and getting out of bed early for work. he loved his job, but he knew he was long overdue for a break, and so were his employees. he had decided to come in a few days before opening to ensure everything was in order, but something felt off. had one of his employees been here while he hadn't?
kareem walked further into the small store before hearing noises from his office. his anxiety was rising with every step he took, but he kept moving forward. was someone trying to rob him right now? he didn’t keep much cash at the shop. they wouldn’t make out with anything. putting his hand on the doorknob, he opens his mouth to yell at the intruder but instead lets out what he hopes sounds like a laugh. his heart was still pounding in chest.
“malee? what are you doing in my office? more importantly, how did you get in here?”
in all honestly, malee had forgotten kareem told her he was closing up the record store for a couple of weeks until after she'd broken in. was it so crazy for her to be concerned about his wellbeing? it's not as if she could go to his house or give him a call, no. it would be far too clingy of her, and even if it was clear that she harbored some kind of... affection towards the record store owner, malee was hardly insane. at least in her books.
once she'd broken in the first time, it felt sad to leave the empty store by itself, and it was a perfect excuse to say she was working all while spending the entire day looking through records of groups she'd never heard of. as far as cerberus knew, she was a hard worker on patrol. it was a bit boring though, and she got hungry easily, finding herself inside of her office with a bag of chips in her hand, sitting on the desk and letting her legs hang off. malee hardly expected him to walk in.
"oh, hi," she greets him with a grin, smile growing wider at the fact that he was really, truly back. "oh... well. i just wanted to stop by, and see how it was doing in your absence." stop by every day, that is. "you know, you should really get your locks changed. i haven't picked one— i mean accidentally damaged one since my 20s and it wasn't really hard at all. they have electronic ones now if you need some help looking!"
Closed for @forunholy Clinic Hours- With Malee
Warren went fashionally to the clinic hours. The hospital must be desperate.....well he guesses they are if they woke him up from the recorvery nap. Using the cane he navigates to the snack room with the cupcakes that said "Warren don't touch."
He finally opened the waiting room to call out the name. "Malee Chanthara you won an appointment the most eligible Bachelor. " There was a snicker to himself.
Sleep was really so important, and as energetic as Malee could be, she often found her energy trickling into prime rest hours, gearing the need for unnecessary Botox from the bags that could possibly form under her eyes. Sure, her reasons for not sleeping were more a mental roadblock than a physical one, but it wasn't something she would ever admit to.
She was sitting in the waiting room contemplating her strategy for having Warren prescribe her some low-dosage sleeping pills when Malee suddenly heard her name, head lifting up from admiring her freshly done manicure. Walking towards him, her brows raise at his words. "Oh, wow, that's amazing!" Malee replies with a smile, glancing around the somewhat empty room. "So where is he? Already in your office? Or is it more like... middle of the hour situation?"
Closed for @forunholy- Hanbin
Harvey whistled to himself as he was entered the fancy building. It was for a computer repair. There was a spring in his step. It was better then whatever the church had planned for him. And a few extra bucks never helped for his youthful discretions. Harvey entered pressed on the fancy doorbell.
"Geeksquad. I'm here for Hanbin Park."
The last thing he needed was his computer dying on him, and the few kicks of anger in an attempt to remedy the problem and his own anger did little to help his case. Of course, Hanbin had his assistant, whoever it was that was still enduring his demanding ways, call for a repair, busying himself with physical copies of his work between phone calls instead. As the doorbell rings, a mixture of relief and agitation escapes his lips in the form of a sigh, not bothering to give the man in front of him more than the smallest of glances.
"Great. My office is this way." Hanbin shuts the door behind him and walks towards the next room. "It turns on, shows this blue screen, and then restarts itself," he adds, gesturing to his desk and figuring they'd each do their own thing in the meantime. "I trust you'll be competent enough to fix it." If not, someone would be fired. Likely his assistant of the week.
