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@gvuris
( using a somin icon for a sec bc i’m too lazy to pull up minji’s from my incognito tab dsgflkgdf )
hey y’all, sorry i’ve been mia ! i meant to get on while i was at home this weekend, but.......... idk, never happened gfdslkjfkgf
i’ll get to replies ( if people are still up for continuing our threads pre-event or during it ) v slowly within the next couple of days, as well as posting any starters from the call i did a little while back !
okrvan:
—〈 ☾ 〉 they had every intention of playing nice upon arrival to the mansion. after all, who knew how long they’d be forced to play with the others. however, after the trip and the interaction with the staff they’d had so far, their nerves were shot ( too much happening at once ) — which explained the venom coursing through ryan’s attitude. when the female before them finally responds, their head cocks to the side before nodding. ❝ you’re right and i wouldn’t mind doing so, however were you just being ‘polite’ to others ? ❞ eyes become crescents when a smile is flashed, ❝ —— no, not really. and i don’t give a shit what you were actually doing, truthfully; i was just telling you what it looked like you were doing, so my bad or whatever. ❞ when their last word is spoken, they move forward to further open the door and brush past the other while ( obviously ) making sure no physical contact is made with her, pausing only for a moment to say, ❝ anyway, thanks for getting the door, ❞ when they’re shoulder to shoulder. when their back is to her, they add, ❝ maybe you aren’t so bad after all, i guess, ❞ deciding it best to try and salvage what they can of themselves. no one needs to know their true colors this early in the game.
their initial response sees her gaze returning to them, a curious look that shifts when... it’s turned back onto herself ? gyuri proceeds to appear as puzzled as she feels, because how is her rephrasing their own words on par with or even close to their general approach ? she can’t help but to smile vaguely in disbelief. “ i think that’s a bit of a STRETCH; i just repeated what you said, and with far less of a tone, ” she informs them, her anxious mood now sour and down within a matter of seconds, “ but sure thing. ” was there a point in indulging their claim beyond that ? not particularly, especially when this was NOT how she imagined her first interaction with another housemate, thus she ignores it — well, save for one thing. “ well, regardless of what it looked like, i don’t see the need to act up like this. ” not only act up, but to be so presumptuous — how hard is it to be attentive or to find proper reason ? god, her frustration is growing from absolutely nowhere. it’s then that gyuri continues on, about to turn back to her luggage to lift one piece in at a time, when they’re suddenly beside her; she peers up at them for a moment to respond before they walk past her, eyes narrowed and a grimace appearing as she faces their back. “ are you serious ? ” escapes her lips in the form of a mutter before she can help it, shaking her head as she turns away once more. she sincerely HOPES that no one else is this blatantly ignorant in the mansion, otherwise the fairly uncommon side of herself — the one currently on display — would further come out and serve to trouble her.
@gvuris / arriving at the mansion, minho figured, would be the EASY BIT but his assumptions were quickly done away with when the first face he sees upon entering the mansion is none other than MOON GYURI. he quickly thinks back to his audition tape, tries to remember if he mentioned her. he didn’t, as far as he can recall. ( why would he have? he filmed his audition tape when he was fucked. ) he nearly drops his bag when he meets her eyes, and stupidly, oh so stupidly, he blurts out, “ what are you doing here? ” he catches his breath, cringes at his own words and clears his throat. “ i mean … hi. ” it’s the first time they’ve spoken in … two years, maybe, and minho, ever a crybaby still, a trait of the version of him she knew he’s retained, nearly tears up at long filed away memories making their way back up to the surface. too focused on the encounter at hand, minho doesn’t even look up to take in the expansive foyer of the mansion they’re standing in.
she’s STILL trying to roll a prior encounter off of her shoulders, putting her best face forward as frustration diminishes and nervousness returns. gyuri’s usually more than capable of handling first meetings with ease, albeit at times a little shy or distressed — or BOTH — but dealing with an influx of new, likely lovely but completely unfamiliar, people ( en masse ) with whom she’d live with for god knows how long in the months to come, sees the latter surface quite visibly. however, she’s prepared to make good impressions with the remaining arrivals, good enough that perhaps she’ll calm down quicker than expected; but the smile on display for the figure entering next dims in SURPRISE. rinna blinks once, twice, as if she needs to reaffirm that this isn’t just some spot-on look-alike for minho, before she falls into eye contact with the younger man. it’s then that she opens her mouth, feeling as though she should say SOMETHING as nostalgia rises to the surface, although her lips become looser when he breaks the silence, her glancing to the side as a result of the question. she ALMOST wants to ask what he means, though she already k n o w s the answer and might’ve asked it herself if he hadn’t. but instead, she offers him a, “ hey, ” that sounds just a little too loud to her in spite of its dulcet tone... until she caves and adds with a slight, nervous smile, “ i could ask you the same thing. ”
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gyuri: for once losing her cool, annoyed, believing she’ll Die in the mansion
.. over one (1) discussion. nice
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—〈 ☾ 〉 buds rest in his ears, loud M U S I C flowing through them as their head droops. they’re not sleeping, but it’s taking every ounce of self-control to keep themselves from ripping apart the camera pointed at him inside the van production sent to the airport for pick up. despite their profession, and the normal buzz surrounding them, ryan hated the attention — what he loved was the power. yet ( especially now ), the actor was forced to keep up appearances, so his eyes stay shut until there’s a tap on his knee. they jerk away, body immediately beginning to bow at the unlucky staff member who invaded their personal space, but stops himself before anything is noticed. hopefully. ❝ thanks, or whatever. ❞ they call over their shoulder once armed with what luggage they brought.
their footsteps to the front doors are heavy. hesitant. maybe this was a bad idea ? too late now; his agency had already given him an ultimatum. this was something he couldn’t risk — how else would he get revenge for his departed first love ? their bottom tier is tucked inside their mouth, teeth playing with their lip ring before clearing his throat. ❝ do you mind ? ❞ their voice is rugged and harsh with an expression to match when they arrive to a back blocking the entryway. ❝ if you wanna stand there and gawk, be my fuckin’ guest, but how about you respect the other people who might be coming behind you ? thanks. ❞
quivering hands reach for the handles of her suitcases, this new, impulsive experience being one which brings out the nervous WRECK in the raven-haired girl — but she’s quick to remind herself that it’s just like move-in from her time in university, nothing different... unless you count the expensive camera focused on her standing form. gyuri has a rock tune playing via her headphones, a trusted asset in her passion and job, all while she tries to tug along her bags. she only brought her ESSENTIALS for her arrival, planning to run back to her apartment for anything else or have her brother drop them off later; only, one might think she packed almost everything she deemed necessary in both pieces of luggage if they too lifted them — they simply carried her clothes, equipment ( the items which could FIT, at least ), bath supplies, and skincare, her thinking she could manage those few things just fine.
she could not.
her steps are a little slow as her feet bring her to the front of the mansion, a slight pout reading ‘ impressive ’ quickly appearing on her lips, all while she tries to arrange her suitcases in an orderly fashion for her entrance into her new home, one she’d now live in for an indefinite amount of time. in the midst of this and with the song ending — as chance would have it — she hears a voice, her head turning behind herself as a result and removing one side of her headphones upon seeing the other. “ i’m sorry ? ” of course, rinna hadn’t actually CAUGHT the words themselves, but the expression marring their face surely gave enough away — as if what escapes their lips next wouldn’t do so, while gyuri’s brow furrows at the rude phrasing. “ how about you respect the other people you’ll be living with by being polite ? ” she pins them with an incredulous look — making a good first impression just isn’t possible for EVERYONE, it seems — before turning around to enter the mansion. “ and i wasn’t gawking, so, ” she informs him lowly, over her shoulder and upon opening the door.
.. so i’m still in shock, anyone else ??
sO ! i’ll answer ims and post starters shortly, i’m cleaning up my room a little and have to do a couple of other things real quick first !!
janggminho:
his smile flinches when he sees the LOOK on her face as he asks her to join him but even so, it’s still all too easy to let her face take him back, back to BEFORE everything went wrong for him. minho in 2018 is purely the result of a chain of events that, despite everything that happened, he fears he was the one who set off in the first place, starting with him making the decision to isolate himself from gyuri. if he’d known what direction his life would go in, maybe he wouldn’t have been such a dick. he pulls his thoughts out of the past, her question prompting him to go down a completely different line of thinking what does she think of him nowadays? is she counting her blessings for dodging a bullet with him? “ can’t sleep. ” as if he’d even bothered to try, though the blanket around his shoulders and the distinct lack of presentable clothes on him may imply otherwise. “ i’m guessing … you’re up for the same reasons? ” his heart wrenches at his own awkwardness. he tilts his bottle towards her. “ you want a drink? ”
it wasn’t DIFFICULT to notice something of a change in minho from the person she knew a couple of years prior, at least after a couple of days of bumping into each other in the mansion — she’d spent so much time with her head down that she hadn’t observed him nearly enough to allow it to become clear; nor is it hard to see the remote shift in his demeanour, the one which greets her as gyuri joins him. it’s a little too clichéd how it’s all set up by the universe, down to the ‘ does he ’ questions that come to mind when they make small talk; but it’s normal, she reasons, isn’t such the case with most exes you encounter ? with sleeves just covering her palms, rinna looks down when pulling the fabric u p to encase her hands whole — a force of habit that she can’t shake in spite of the unforgiving STRETCH later seen in her favourite sweaters. in the process, she hums questioningly at the reason, “ why not ? ” unnecessarily following it closely with her downcast gaze returning to minho. “ ah... something like that, ” she smiles lightly, “ more like i WON’T sleep. ” she’s on a roll with her newest project, after all, the excitement mixed with her focus setting herself up to skip work from staying up all night, trying to get it right to a certain point. the woman perks up at the mention of a drink, her intention to grab a bottle of water still at the forefront of her mind, when she remembers w h e r e in the mansion she is and what he’s gesturing towards — thus, she shakes her head. “ no thank you, ” comes out quietly, “ i don’t drink this late at night. ”
person: how are you feeling?
me: Nocturne in E-flat major, Op. 9 No. 2 by Chopin
im mobile rn so sorry for the lack of formatting and what not gkskgksf but this is a STARTER CALL ! i’ll prob cap it at around 5-7 since i’m still v much adapting to being a Responsible Student and won’t be on consistently this week. so give this a like if you’d like one !!
*✧·˚. @gvuris
she’s frowning down at her laptop, before sighing, scrubbing a hand over her face. she’s saving her work so far, and then shutting the top. she’s putting it underneath her arm and then heads out of the room, looking for one person in particular. it takes a while to find her, but when she does, she’s letting out a sigh of relief. “gyuri, help me please,” she whines, before sitting down next to her friend. “i’ve been trying to edit this video but it doesn’t feel right. do you mind looking it over for me?” she’s practically giving the girl puppy dog eyes as she looks up at her. she desperately needs a second opinion and after knowing gyuri for quite some time, she doesn’t hesitate to ask her for hers.
an internet detox in such a technology-obsessed world is hard enough to fathom, but for someone whose work is posted on streaming services and spends hours online daily, one would think it to be impossible. but gyuri manages to make it work, currently curled up on the sofa of the living room with a blanket keeping her cozy and a book held in her hands, invested in the chapter despite the background noise from her housemates. she NEEDS it sometimes, something about living mostly from behind a screen prone to getting under her skin, so walking around the mansion’s garden or baking a couple of treats tends to help her find a balance. said balance, however, is interrupted by none other than sohee — albeit a welcomed interruption if rinna’s grin is anything to go by — and sees the novel being moved beneath the blanket as she glances up at the other girl. it’s NICE to have a connection from outside of the house beyond an ex-lover and... yeah, an ex-lover; especially when it’s someone as endearing and relatable as sohee, someone who understands the trials of being social media-based in her work. so when she’s subjected to puppy eyes alongside a request for help, it’s unlikely for her to turn the girl away. “ of course i can, babe ! why, what’s throwing you off ? ” the raven-haired woman sits up, shifting closer to sohee with a curious expression while the book’s FORGOTTEN about beneath the fleecy layer of grey.
im mobile rn so sorry for the lack of formatting and what not gkskgksf but this is a STARTER CALL ! i'll prob cap it at around 5-7 since i'm still v much adapting to being a Responsible Student and won't be on consistently this week. so give this a like if you'd like one !!
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so i typed up this messy, cracked post for y’all where i went on a tangent abt wanting to write after i wrap up this yt drinking game i’m fucking myself over with, but tumblr mobile is as unreliable as ever ! imagine !
anyways hi, i miss y’all and my baby and we’re gonna get some shit done tonight even if i can’t type coherently. depends on the outcome of whatever stunt i’m pulling rn KGSDJDKFG
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