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Chu <3
(/raises an eyebrow to the single word said to her, feeling the disgusting love emanating from the grey face’s tone at the spoken syllable - doesn’t know how to respond to it, as the only reference that would like the sound to something else would be the kissing noise for the Japanese - at such a realization, her face contorts into an expression of repulsion, not feeling like accepting affection from a grey face) It’d be better if you held back from making such sounds at me.
Just as Charming || Lay & Sunny
There were words brought to her by the wind blowing through the streets of a man, neither that much older nor younger than her. A male that had little problem walking along the sidewalk at nighttime which was, in fact, truly disarming considering the amount of trouble residents had to deal with daily. Heukyang had its own way of making you feel you were home. It also didn't make any discrimination by welcoming strangers in the same manner.
What was truly disarming about this very person was probably the striking similarity between him and the Brotherhood researcher she had kissed before. And by striking, Sunny meant that if the stranger stood next to Yixing, even her enhanced vision wouldn't possibly be able to detect a shred of difference between them. The possibility of them being twins could definitely be considered.
However, his existence would be known to her with the quality and quantity of information she had in her possession about pretty much everyone she knew.
Accompanied by the questions at the back of her head, she walked along the ledges of her rooftops – in reality, they were Heukyang’s, but what was the city’s was as much hers – following in the same steps the male made down on ground level. Some people actually noticed her doing such things, but they knew better not to interrupt whatever she was doing. A few thought of her as a crazy child – with such a height and baby face, who would thought that she was even of legal age? Others knew the face of the Black Cat and would either report her presence to someone of higher authority or do nothing.
They knew better not to annoy the woman.
And so, Sunny made her way through the city. Her, on the rooftops, and the man, on the streets, leaving the vigilante to wonder if he really didn’t know of her presence up high or if he let her be.
Teaching the Tall Dude || Sunny & Yongguk
In no way was the vigilante pressing her steps down the flight of stairs leading to her apartment building’s front door. Why would she bother hurrying to reach the nearest Brotherhood portal to meet with Bang Yongguk, when he specifically called her the ‘least annoying of the field members of the Brotherhood’? And she just knew that he was smart – smart was an understatement for someone with such brains – and there had been some thought behind his written words.
It didn’t matter much to her, but Sunny was more than ready to train him like those new recruits she and Yoona used to have fun with as they entered the organization’s ranks. She had heard whispers from the secretary herself – although she swore they sounded like mocking – that he had taken a bullet and now wished to improve in whatever fighting style or weapon wielding she could teach him.
A scoff slipped out of her lips the moment the familiar air from the base wrapped around her body. Rare were the times when she would have to walk within the long walls filled with mutants and people moving all over the damn place. Luckily for her, her new trainee was a scientist, locked away in his laboratory like Yixing would be when he wasn’t busy with Chanyeol’s lips.
To her delight, movements decreased the more she got closer to the door on which his name and job within the Brotherhood had been printed on the metal. As her digits imprinted the cool feeling of the language she could read, her sphere followed the briefest of movements Yongguk gave her, whether it was his beating heart or the tapping of his fingers on his phone.
When the knocking of her knuckles resonated against the door, Sunny thought it would be quite entertaining to have him move more than how he was moving at this instant. Running from her on one end of the room to the other and wince at the recoil from a firearm of his choice. She would definitely enjoy this.
Hush || Min & Sunny
Passive aggressive.
Virtually anyone who has met Lee Soonkyu – whether as the girl with said name, the one under the nickname of Sunny or the other under the alias of the branded vigilante, the Black Cat – wouldn’t exactly pin such words to her persona. They knew her as smart, but impulsive. As mad as she would be with someone, she would confront them, head on.
No stupid, under-the-table-like games and secrets. Problems were meant to be taken care of, tackled with everything one had. No need for unsaid words and dirty whispers behind the other’s back.
Then how would any of them explain the way her small shoulder deliberately shoved Min’s shoulder to the side? Although silent, it was almost too violent and too controlled to not have been on purpose. Sunny didn’t just bump into anyone with such force. Plus, who better than a person possessing a sensitive sphere would know the sound and feeling of another’s footsteps? Nonetheless, a person that used to be her own protégée.
Of course Sunny knew she had walked right into Min. Of course she wouldn’t apologize. She wasn’t the one that owed any explanation whatsoever. She wasn’t the one that needed to say sorry. She respected her part of the deal. The other obviously didn’t.
breaking the ice
jessica jung was most entirely an informant when it came to the pool rules. things were always in tip top pristine shape, they always had been during her reign as life guard, and she assumed for as long she worked at the institute, it would remain as such. she had done a good job of updating the rules regularly, switching the formatting on account of lim’s offense taken toward the notion of no peeing in the pool, and ( strangely enough ) they had come out to look more as commandments then simple guidelines.
she did reserve the right to turn anyone who disobeyed them into an icicle as well. which, over her term as lifeguard, had yet to happen ( she might have been anticipating her chance ). jessica jung didn’t give chances, she gave out morals. if you broke those morals, you were incompetent and deserved to be punished. no one had given her the opportunity to turn them into a mutant-pop, but she had most definitely banished students from ever attending the indoor pool again. mostly due to rough housing during swim class. genuinely, she couldn’t find the logic behind acting so stupid.
school was not to be taken lightly, even in such a carefree environment — she expected tip top behavior from students and faculty alike, and when met with disappointing remarks, she generally shut off all form of contact from the accused, showing them just how much she really did dislike the notion of immorality ( and how uptight she was ).
3am was a time of restlessness for jessica. it meant unnerving ideas and questions, the subconscious becoming reality as all thoughts tucked away for the day began to resurface when given the chance of pure uninterrupted silence ; silence from the busy world, silence from classes, silence from life. generally, all were ignored, yet on that particular night they were tenfold as imposing. and soforth, the woman exited her room, patrolling the halls - idly searching for any students who may or may not have been scouting the halls after hours. yet to no avail, as the corridors proved just as empty as her own personal realm of wonder.
to further her distractions, jessica, still clad in her swim clothes from the day before, made her way downstairs and toward the indoor pool. if anyone asked, she would say she couldn’t sleep and that was the truth. nothing better to help her relax than a late night swim.
the pool was warm, the chlorine fumes familiar and intoxicating. she unzipped her track jacket and hung it near the door, allowing the entrance to shut behind her. although, in such a memorization of environment and atmosphere, the woman immediately noticed something different in the confinements of her kingdom. her bear feet padded along the tile, dampness reverberating against a conflicting sound. she had nearly missed the trail of clothing left about the floor before finding a figure to have already been utilizing the pool.
her eyebrow quirked — she nearly stumbled back a step in such surprise. dear lord, was the intruder not wearing any clothes? …there was a person, stark naked in her pool. without bothering to catch their attention before riling herself up to speak, jessica clenched her fists and made a point out of angry expression. “um, excuse me — you realize it’s way past curfew and you are not allowed to be in here. i’m going to have to ask you to exit the pool, reclaim your clothes, and head back to your room immediately before i call for your expulsion.”
it was only right of her to assume this person was a student.
“I would like to do all of that. Really, I would because there’s this gorgeous missy with wavy and endless hair who’s asking me quite politely to get out of the pool,” she started saying, swimming along the pool’s length to meet with the voice that ordered her out of water.
Surely, breaking the Institute’s little rules and guidelines sounded like an activity she would gladly repeat every now and then. But coming to the mutant school awoke some kind of disdain inside her. It partially existed with the mere thought of being in the proximity of people that were convinced that mutant supremacy couldn’t be a part of the Land of Wonder’s future. Sunny scoffed at the possibility.
Coexistence with humans wasn’t a solution worth giving any attention. Homo superior was the next species in line after homosapien. Unlike most Brotherhood members, there was no concrete hate for humans within the blonde. It was only a necessary measure to conquer the weak.
“But you see, I don’t have a curfew – it’s difficult to set yourself one when you’re running on adrenaline and insomnia until 7 or 8 in the morning,” she continued to explain herself. Her strokes were as lazy as possible to be able to get to her destination while still being able to name a few more reasons that fuelled her hate for the Institute. The next reason popping in her mind came to be from her recent statement and sounded quite futile. But every excuse was as much as good to her.
The small fortune she had to hand to a gas station employee every time she had to make her way to the remote place always had a way to tug painfully at her insides. Was she really spending the money she was taking from criminal organizations to help her go to this wretched destination?
Sure, embarking on the nation-wide subway system was a nicer alternative for her wallet. However, the train would then take away what little time she already decided to give away to reach the school, with additional minutes – or even hours, considering her latest misadventure – that she couldn’t simply afford to lose. “I don’t have a room at the Institute nor can I risk expulsion. I’d really like to be able to stay overnight; it’ll save me from travelling when the moon’s still up.”
Then, there was always a high concentration of movement within the mutant premises, something she simple could not stand. She still remembered her meeting with the once-student Lim who somewhat helped her escape unnecessary hours of migraines by bringing her away from this chaos, even though their encounter was brief. The woman standing feet away from her, dry and bellowing at her for trespassing was a perfect example of how loud and annoying the Institute’s residents could actually be.
Of course, it seemed like it was her duty to get an intruder, if not to say one lacking a proper attire for the pool – or for any public place for that matter – out of the waters. “I’d like to get out of here, but the water is so nice and I’d need some time to dry off because well, I’m totally wet,” she chuckled as she got closer to the figure. Sunny certainly understood how enraged the other could be on the inside, to see an unrecognizable not abiding by the conduct one would expect of her.
The petite blonde might have done so had she been a registered student attending the learning establishment. But she wasn’t. She was an outsider skinny dipping in a pool that she had no right to be in, forearms now crossed in front of her on the edge of the pool.
“And I can’t see all that well in the dark, but I’d rather not go out with those clenched fists of yours. What if you hit me?”
A masked figure runs up to you and shoves a flier your way. It reads 'THE MUTANTS ARE TO BLAME! KILL THEM ALL! THE MUTANTS'. There is a picture of a rabid man below the text. "Get rid of them before it's too late! It's contagious, I hear! The monsters make more, only mutants! We have to kill them all before it's too late! They'll kill us all!"
(/runs around the place, looking for that beast that was making Eulsa a complete hell on Earth, when something quickly ends up against her chest - usually wouldn’t be concerned about fliers and such, but the words in bold and big letters attract her eyes’ attention - in an instant, her hand’s at the masked figure’s throat and it is shoved against a wall midst the crowd surrounding them - her grip tightens around the neck, pushing it farther against the brick wall, nails almost digging into the person’s skin)
Fliers, really? About killing mutants? I’d have you know that it would be best for you to run with everything’s that going on. Run like you’ve never ran because the monsters are coming for you and they’re nothing like anything mutants have ever faced. I advise you to run for your dear human filth life. Run or it’ll kill you, but not me because I’ll protect filth like you that wants to kill us mutants. Innocents don’t deserve to die, no matter how stupid they are (/chuckles as she lets her grip loosen) Monsters and fliers about killing mutants on Halloween. You thought you'd seen it all, but no. It always gets more interesting.
Echoes in the Night || Kyungsoo, Sunny & Woobin
(/deep down, he knew that getting out of Heukyang was not a good idea or at least not with hell breaking loose outside and everyone panicking about the mutated mutants or monsters, or whatever they were. To Woobin, they were a nuisance because monsters meant ruckus and ruckus meant screeching people and that meant him going nuts and telling everyone to shut up. The instructions were clear when he spoke to the manager in charge and if any of the workers were to be afraid to go home alone, they could either stay inside the building or security would be provided. After all, he didn’t have dozens of men working for him as bodyguards for nothing. Trusting the man to decide on what was better, he left the company and when one of his associates asked him if he would like to have dinner and talk about that one deal that Woobin had been declining for over a week, the taller male declined the invitation, but accepted the ride on the man’s private jet. After all, he did have business to get to in Eulsa and he doubted that the trains were running smoothly with all that chaos going on. Of course that after landing on the city he hated the most, he could quickly perceive by the empty streets and the occasional screams that the city had been taken with severe violence by those mutated beasts. Walking along the streets and knowing where he was heading was not particularly difficult when he still remembered every single street like the palm of his hand and the constant darkness, now much more accentuated by the night didn’t hinder him in the slightest. After all, he could see perfectly in the dark, like a bat would, guided by the sounds around him. It was then that he saw it. The strange-looking thing that jumped from a building ahead onto another and he had no idea it it was flying or not, but luckily, it didn’t spot him. It gave him time to assess the situation and look around; he was at an alley, so he needed to get out of there and move to an open space even if technically could be considered more dangerous. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be, though. Taking an iron rod that he found lying on the ground and trying the grip around it to test its weight, he moved out of the alley, onto another street that he deemed deserted until a stupidly sharp noise that he was sure no one else could have heard seems to echo inside his head. He knocks down the first guy he hears screeching and making a fuss about something and then looks around, looking for signs of a creature that he doesn’t know where it is until he’s back to looking at one petite blonde and the guy he just knocked out) If you’re going to speak that loud, you might as well grab a megaphone. I hope you know there’s something around here, so you might want to either run or do something not to get killed.
(/everything moves, everything doesn’t want to stop as much as she prays for it all to cease – is impressed by her own ability to not break down and lose her mind completely, to a point where she couldn’t be able to move because the crowd around her is too damn thick – a hand holds the side of her hand while she continues running down roads of asphalt while the other pushes over citizens to make her way through the world slowly closing down on her – it makes it hard to breathe, as interesting as it is to say because Eulsa’s air, although dark, is almost as pure as Sanya’s – isn’t supposed to have such difficulty, but there’s people everywhere and she has nowhere to go to save her damn agoraphobic and sick mind – screams echo against her eardrums, but one in particular is able to detach itself from the cluster of high-pitched sounds – there’s one that says her name, loud and clear, tearing through the thick crowd that filled her vision and head – there’s one that makes her stop in her frenzy running and she stands still, the odour of red liquid taken inside her nose and the sight of ripped fabric filling everything in front of her)
Kyungsoo? (/he can’t talk properly and she can’t help him because she already can’t help herself – he gives it a try, one sentence, but it’s cut short by something much more massive than the small pair – it’s gigantic, but it’s reassuring nonetheless – it speaks in a low tone of voice and only then does it register in her mind that it is he and that he is hunting for the same it as her – is not sure what she’s [they are?] up against – however, he seems more informed on the beast itself than she is and that is far more reassuring than the fact that he has a two-head-high advantage over her)
Was it necessary to knock over the poor boy down? He’s injured and the last thing he needs is a brick of wall knocking into him (/her voice is stern, although it does not seek to command, only to ask for answers that Kyungsoo couldn’t possibly give him, given the fact that he is far from being a hunter like the man seems to be and nowhere near the vigilante title she was given by Heukyang’s authorities – does help the poor thing up by grabbing his arm and swinging it over her back and shoulder to support his weight – turns her head sideways to kiss his cheek, hoping to somehow reassure him in one way or another) Better get you somewhere safe before that thing finds us (/eyes revert back to the giant, an eyebrow rising at his stiff posture, which makes him that much more imposing)
Care to cover for us while I go find shelter for him? I don’t know what you can do, but if you’re ordering us around like that, I’ll guess you’re competent enough to take care of the monster (/as one hand holds on to Kyungsoo’s waist to help him stand, the other reaches to her thigh for her dear revolver, taking it out of its holster) Anything I should know about it too? Might help if I want to take it down too.
Echoes in the Night || Kyungsoo, Sunny & Woobin
(/it's frustrating for Sunny, to be stuck in another town when the news of the MGH spreads - would rather be in Heukyang, her home, where she's needed, not here, in Eulsa, with people screaming and blood spilling - sure, she doesn't hesitate to grab her weapons and her leather jacket to dash out of the safe house and chase whatever thing that has transformed the city into mass murder - whatever mutant's body had been invaded by the MGH must have impressive powers, at least enough for it to derive and transform its host into a giant bat, as she hears people say while they run for their lives - business, that's the reason that brought her to Eulsa, but Sunny knows that it doesn't matter the moment her booted feet take her in every corner and through every street, desperate for any movement out of the ordinary - however, everything's out of control - it's chaos at every feet and it gets her anxious, gives her a migraine and makes her wonder how can she keep herself sane when iron-scented air fills her nostrils, shrieks pool into her ears and citizens are trying more than ever to save their own skin)
Sunny with long hair appreciation post
(txt) absolutely. (txt) possibly. it's a long story though. (txt) one suggestion, break fingers first, then go for kneecaps. it'll be funny to see him trying to work after this.
[text] I’ll gladly accept your invitation.
[text] Ouch bitter.
[text] Think you’ll be able to alter reality to install cameras in his lab so we can enjoy the show?
[text] You know what’s the best part of all this?
[text] Multiple training sessions.
Free Doll || Solo
Anyone that dared to wander along the long corridor that led to Jun’s modest room would face, on this unique occasion, his cousin standing at the center of the walls around her. If they attempted to kick her out, she would simply turn around, for her back faced the entrance, and tell them that the only living member of her family left the Institute without whispering a word of it to her. She’d make them believe that she was engulfed with confusion, guilt and nostalgia.
Obviously, they would believe her just as much as Jun never doubted the lies he had been fed with from the moment he had stepped inside Sunny’s apartment and until she sent him away to this school.
There she stood, barely moving an inch of her body and taking in her environment, which comprised of the basic furniture she believed was already here before his arrival. The rest that he had taken with him to god knows where probably didn’t take much place either; the room didn’t look much different from her last visit to him. The only element that stood was surely – what was it – her name again? Sojung? Yes, the white cat that kept purring for him and that would calm down his heartbeat whenever the blonde would be the cause of its irregular pounding.
Intelligence hadn’t been kind to her desire – and need – to locate her dear baby cousin. He disappeared without much of a trace and, Sunny suggested to herself, there were chances that he faded away in some part of the Land of Wonder that made it difficult for her to just dig in freely. Perhaps Sori, in which mutant laws were much stricter. Jun would’ve been able to vanish in the mass, whereas his guardian made a show of herself to share her beliefs with the population.
He managed to slip in between the little holes she hoped he wouldn’t fall in. It was his win and her loss.
However, as Sunny swung herself out of the window, she just knew that if he ever slipped up, the vigilante would be able to exert her control over his faithful puppet.
Mutant Member || Sunny & Taeyeon (Past)
Taeyeon still didn’t know what to make of this Sunny girl. She didn’t seem the type to be like this. If you saw her walking down the street, you wouldn’t think for an instant that she could be a cold-blooded killer. Taeyeon had to even wonder, if things were different, if maybe they could have been close friends. There was something about her that just made Taeyeon want to just hug her and squish her cheeks. Then again, she’d probably end up with a bullet between the eyes if she tried either of those things.
She watched as Sunny replaced the expended bullet and nodded in response to her question. “Yes. No criminal record. No troubles. I never got into any fights, I was always just beat up.” she said, shoving her hands into her pockets as a cold breeze flew by, blowing her brown hair into her face somewhat, though she couldn’t be bothered to fix it at the moment. “I only ever got one detention and that was because I had forgotten my homework on a day they said we’d be punished if we did.” she sighed, looking at the girl. “Jiwoong. My brother. He really isn’t a bad guy. He just…” she sighed again, frowning. “He makes bad decisions. I told him gambling would get him into trouble. I didn’t know that it would get me into trouble, too. But here I am, in the night with you and that gun of yours.”
The silence was uncomfortable. When Taeyeon was around other people, she’d often make sure to keep a conversation going. She hated being in quiet with other people, unless they were doing something like watching a movie or something along those lines. This however, was even more awkward, since she figured that Sunny wasn’t exactly the chatty type. Not someone who would like to make idle conversation as they began the training process. What she was going to be expected to do, now that was something Taeyeon didn’t know. She really didn’t know if Sunny was going to be teaching her to kill people, or just to be a thief, but whatever it was, she was sure that the other girl was good at it. She just had that air around her of a professional.
Taeyeon puffed out her cheeks as she watched Sunny bound up in the air, grabbing a fire escape ladder and mounted it by hooking her legs onto one of the bars and hanging upside down. Now she wanted to see how fast Taeyeon could climb said ladder. Taeyeon was already afraid without even trying it, that she might not do as well as expected. She was about to attempt it when the other female spoke up again, this time about elevators only having two exits. She couldn’t stop herself before grinning and shaking her head. “Elevators have many more exits than that.” she said, again, almost forgetting who she was talking to in the moment. “I can escape an elevator without ever using the doors on it.”
The way her sensitive sphere was used daily for offense was by the intermediate of expectations and suppositions. In such cases, Sunny could even say she possessed the ability to predict movements – but only to a certain extent as her modesty also had limits. Everything rested on the manner muscles twitched before starting to move as their user wished them to.
With time and experience, her movement sensing improved with all the details she had been able to compile in her head; some muscles would clench more than the others in their owner’s body and that in itself could determine which movement they wanted to execute; the air moving in one way or another when people moved also found itself to be a reliable indicator.
She was careful to put her full concentration on her opponents when doing so. In no way was the vigilante an expert at the practice she developed herself, but she could confidently say that thanks to it, she found out how predictable people could be – humans and mutants alike.
But sometimes, more often than she liked to admit it, they could surprise. She had to say that most whatever took her aback lied in people’s way of thinking and in the words they could throw at her. Being around criminals that had just enough pride to kneel to her and give her anything she desired turned her into this arrogant woman that thought of herself as better than everybody else. People talking back at her or playing smart usually received a few hits.
Intimidation was her thing, but it didn’t seem to work well enough on Taeyeon.
There, the girl stood, smiling back at her mentor. The brunette’s curved lips told Sunny that she must have something hidden at the back of her head to be able to assure her that one was able to exit an elevator without touching its doors. Passing her twenties without any proper government-approved education didn’t result in a stupid blonde bimbo, but in that very moment, she felt at a complete loss.
“So you’re saying you can somehow get out without using doors and emergency escapes,” she tried reasoning, although it was merely repeating the other’s words. “Something like–” It was so obvious when it clicked inside her head. Taeyeon hadn’t tried to be more subtle than that and from another mutant’s perspective, her words made sense. “You should be careful with who you share that kind of information.” Her hand moved to the gun on her thigh. “For all you know, maybe I want to could kill you for being the type of person you are.”
Sunny couldn’t consider herself as someone highly intelligent like Yongguk, but she had enough brains for her to work out the meaning behind what seemed to be the other girl attempting to look clever in front of her. This world would have no pity on her. Was she that dense? “I thought it was common knowledge that mutants were looked down upon by humans. You should know that.”
(txt) hey, have fun crushing yongguk. (txt) give him hell for me, alright? (txt) even though that was assumed.
(/when her eyes absorb the information in Yoona’s words, grins widely, sure that she’ll have the time of her life training something just as entertaining as a new recruit: a scientist with little to no knowledge in combat)
[text] Is that an invitation for me to do so?
[text] Why the animosity?
[text] Of course I will. You know we act the same when training people.
Coarse Innocence; Lim & Sunny
Hyerim only blinked at the other’s sudden outburst. Her blatant use of profanity is what tipped the brunette off that the other was indeed older despite her adorably smaller size. The brunette obviously had no qualms about her personal usage of profanity, unlike Hyerim. So she assumed that the other was more…out in the world than she.
"Ummm…," Lim wasn’t sure what to tell the other. Everywhere in the school had bustling teens and young adults running around as if they owned the place. It was obvious that the other was sensitive to something that came because of others being around. Hyerim questioned why the blonde would ever bother going into public if that were the case.
She bit her lip, looking down at her phone nervously. A place with just nobody? In the school? She tried to rack her brain for options but at this point and time in the year, every place was occupied with many people.
"Um, other than the dorms we live in I don’t know any other place where there’s nobody," she told the blonde truthfully. The evidence of isolation was more present in Lim’s room since it was a double bed room and she had yet to be assigned a roommate. It was awfully quiet.
"Do you attend the school, miss?" An odd question really considering that she had never seen the other before. However, they could quite possibly just never have crossed paths (besides, Hyerim was constantly traveling regardless— she didn’t have much time to make many friends). She gave the unnamed blonde woman with a soft smile, somewhat timid that was seemingly appropriate for her nature.
The expectation of finding a solution to the hard pounding between her two ears seemed to crumble down to pieces as soon as the brunette’s only suggestion turned out to be the very place she just ran away from.
Going back there would come to no avail, especially when her only options would be to share a room with either Jun – whom hated her ass with a deep passion – Min – whom she despised with just as much passion as her cousin hated her – or the very girl in front of her – although the most friendly solution, the most illogical too.
Ideally, she could roam around the faculty’s dorm in hopes of finding Taeyeon, which was an even better option than the first three; at least she was on better speaking terms with her than with the others. However… there was a door wide open for her to step through. She could try herself and see how gullible this student could possibly be. Worst case scenario would be for her to see right through her lies and leave her with the hope that the gates leading to the school grounds wouldn’t be a bad place to relax.
"Faculty," Sunny replied simply. "But I’m unfamiliar with the grounds and I had a long day, so it’s not helping my case. Can’t seem to find where are the people I need to talk to and who I should be talking to. Tired and irritated, you know? I just want to sit down in my room and try to catch up on my sleep, but I don’t know where Rain’s office or the administration is… so no key, no room."
she is so perfecttt >.
Breaking the Ice || Jessica & Sunny
Relaxing wasn’t her strong point. Never had been, probably never will be with the type of activity she engaged in. No, not the one that involved kissing and touching, but rather the one that demanded broken bones and spilled blood.
Of course Sunny wasn’t complaining about it. She wasn’t forced to check on her protégés and kick someone’ ass every hour or so. She did it for herself, for what she believed was true justice. Consequently, the moments when she would be able to not think about anything other than her own little comfort were more than sparse.
Another student to visit today– no, Taeyeon was actually faculty. She outgrew her life as one of the kids’ school and, in reality, she was older than her previous mentor by a few months. The blonde still couldn’t process the fact that her friend’s age didn’t reflect as much experience as Sunny’s did. Although it wasn’t fair of her to compare her life void of childhood and teenage years with anyone else’s.
She didn’t have it nearly as rough than others, but she was part of the few people, mutant or not, that had been deprived of days at the beach with friends, of long evenings dating the one person that desired to go out with her, of parents that were supposed to love her unconditionnally and of boring hours sitting behind a desk, listening to a teacher for five consecutive days. Sure, she could very well live on without all of those – not to mention the last one, that sounded absolutely dreadful.
Life sounded less playful without all those little things to fill it up.
Sunny really didn’t mind that much, but then she wouldn’t have been able to explain the sudden urge to pick a lock and open the doors it kept closed, forbidding anyone from entering the indoor pool past 2AM. It also must’ve been a good explanation for the trail of clothes leading to litres of chlore and a first attempt at skinny dipping.
