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[secrets] okami&gyuri

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“Han Gyuri, who would have thought I’d find you here in a place like this?” he said, greeting the other with a friendly smile. Of course, he knew he would find her here. That was how he had gotten here in the first place, after all. But she didn’t need to know that. “Enjoying yourself? I hope I’m not interrupting company that you’re expecting?”

It had been quite some time since Gyuri had left the confines of the condo. She wasn't particularly fond of straying very far from headquarters, it set her on edge when she didn't have her eye on everything that was going on within Haedogje pa, but tensions had been exceedingly high recently and she knew that if she didn't step away from it all, even for a moment, she would snap.

The themed club downtown was one of the few spots in the city that was exclusive enough to ensure she wasn't disturbed, but filled with enough warm bodies to ensure that she didn't stick out too much. The exterior was a few cracks shy of being decrepit, taking the form of a long since abandoned church, but the inside was gilded gold, and decorated from floor to ceiling with plush velvet and shiny leather, so cliche that it was almost painful to look at.

Everyone who came in here liked to play at being a vampire, so no-one blinked twice at the stone-faced pale woman with the crimson lips. She was mostly left to her own company, though occasionally some poor fool mustered up the courage to sidle over to her, drink in hand to try it on, but one sharp, cold look often sent them on their way. Curious it was, then, that one such patron not only boldly approached her, but somehow even knew her name. Her eyes narrowed a little as the syllables left the stranger's lips. That was never good.

"Am I supposed to know who you are?" she asked, her tone dry and level as bluntly ignored his questions, not offering up a seat near her or the illusion of pleasantries. He wasn't familiar to her, but then again, unless she had dealings with someone or they were one of her own, not many people were.

#th: Secrets #w: Okami

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Hello! Shan here once again, with the second of my bunch at Hustlers! This time with my volatile vampire, Gyuri / Jewel! Unofficially, Gyuri is in her 160s but officially, she is the 25 year old vampire leader of everyone’s favourite grossly wealthy gang, Haedogje Pa. Whilst she doesn’t rule the gang with an iron fist, she is certainly not a lady to be crossed because she is well versed in the art of revenge. You can find her profile here for an overview, or if you want to delve in to her slightly long background, that can be found here! As I said on Kyu’s intro, please feel free to jump in to my IMs/Discord at any point, and I will get back to you ASAP for chatting and plotting alike!

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A little later than promised, but I’ve finally put up some plots for Gyuri! As always, these are really flexible and if any take your fancy and you want to talk through them more, just let me know on here or on Discord!

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Fire and Ice // Gyuri&Jiwon

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It wasn’t often that Gyuri ventured very far from the cold stone walls of the Yongsan condo. Unless the Haedogje pa leader had serious business elsewhere, she mostly stayed put, instead choosing to feed, live and work at their headquarters. To some, she may have appeared like a queen in her castle, but as far as Gyuri was concerned, she was more like a dragon protecting her hoard. This way, she knew who and what was coming in and out of the building, and this way she was primed and ready if anything were to go wrong. But this – this was serious business, and something Gyuri felt was best dealt with personally.

Baek Jiwon.

Although she had had eyes on her for a while, Gyuri hadn’t had the fortune of being able to go and greet her former underling in person – no, that had been a course of action that she had been heavily advised against, and after discussion Gyuri had begrudgingly agreed despite everything in her nature telling her to take matters in to her own hands. But that was only going to last for so long. When a fresh tip had been brought to her, pinning her former communicator to a near by dive bar, well – how was Gyuri supposed to pass that up?

Truthfully, it had only been at the behest of her most trusted adviser that Gyuri hadn’t ripped Jiwon’s head off her shoulders the day she even suspected that the girl had done anything that was detrimental to Haedogje pa’s integrity. There had never been any proof (no, Gyuri was certain that that information had died along with the informant who had tipped her off in the first place, the secret now safely kept with their decrepit corpse) but that didn’t mean that Gyuri hadn’t had her own suspicions. There had always been something off about that girl.

Every new member that joined Haedogje pa was clear on the rules – if you were with the gang, you were with the gang, and any action that suggested otherwise was dealt with to the most severe degree. Every member knew how Gyuri worked, and they knew the consequences if they were to ever step a toe out of line – but as far as Gyuri was concerned, Jiwon hadn’t only toed the line; she had disregarded it completely. Even if she did not betray the gang, as so many whispers had said, she still left without word or warning, and not only that; from what Gyuri had been told, she was now not only in another gang, but she ran it, and that made Gyuri’s cold, black blood boil.

It doesn’t take her long to spot Jiwon, tucked away in one of the velveteen booths at the back of the bar, and Gyuri wastes no time in taking long, purposeful strides over to O-Jeom’s newest leader. Without asking or announcing herself, Gyuri slid in to the plush seat facing Jiwon, crossing her arms across her chest as she settled in to the booth.

“Long time, no see, Ophelia.”

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Cold As Ice (Hard As Steel) // open starter [to a HP member!]

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Gyuri & Jaesung

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in all of the years they’ve worked together, he has never seen her like this - angry, emotional and it’s essentially what makes him break loose from the window sill and take a couple of steps in her direction, brows drawing together as he speaks.

“is this something i need to know about?”

he leaves the meaning behind his words linger in the air, up to her to decide whether he means it as his adviser or a friend. up to her to determine if she wants to share what caused this sudden display of emotion.

It takes all of Gyuri’s will-power not to let her shoulders shoot up to her ears when Jaesung speaks – in truth, she had become so lost in her own thoughts, so enticed to take a wander down memory lane that she had almost forgotten he was there for just a moment. Gyuri keeps herself turned away from him for a while longer, shame rearing its ugly head as she realises that he had just seen her vulnerable. It wasn’t a side to her that many had seen often, much less someone who she relied upon so completely. She says nothing of her outburst, taking a moment to compose herself as best she could before steeling her expression in to a more neutral one.

“About the girl? Yes, it is.” She says, matter-of-factly, as she turns to face her adviser, fluidly sitting on the edge of her desk. “A member of our ranks has just been slaughtered. No doubt word will spread quickly, and I don’t just mean within Haedogje pa.” It was insult enough to kill the girl, that was a slap in the face all on its own, but to display her the way they had (and there was no doubt in Gyuri’s mind that it had been intentional, arranged) – well, that simply could not stand.

“I will not have this organisation be made a mockery of. I will not have anyone think that they can kill one of my underlings and get away with it. I will not let anyone think that we are weak, and I will not let another one of us become a target. This was a message, and now I want to send one back. Do I make myself clear?”

Gyuri turns her head and stares out of the window to the wide expanse of the streets below. The sky was dark, the inky black clouds that loomed over the city pregnant with impending rain. Soon, there would be a downpour, and any blood in the cracks of the pavement that the CSC crew had missed would be washed away. “Only fools target the weak.” She says after another moment’s pause. “Only fools fail to realise that the weak will have someone strong, someone much stronger than they are protecting them.”

“Have you ever heard the sentiment “the weak link breaks the chain”?” She asks Jaesung, her eyes still averted from him. “I have never fully agreed with that statement. I’m of the opinion that weak links make the strong links even stronger. And when those weak links break, the strong links become stronger than anything on earth. They have to. It’s the only way the chain will survive.”

Gyuri loses herself for a moment again, caught up in memories of training, of blood and aching bones and sweat, all to become stronger. Stronger than they had been. Stronger than anyone had ever been. Strong for her.

She snaps back to the present and levels her gaze with her adviser. “It doesn’t matter to me what her role within this organisation was. She was one of us, and that is enough. I’ve said my piece, and now I would like to hear yours. Where should we go from here?”

#th: Cold As Ice #kgjaesung

Cold As Ice (Hard As Steel) // Gyuri&Jaesung

((Unbending, unmalleable, unmovable.))

Many words have been used to describe Gyuri at one point or another - some laden with hushed tones of awe and envy, other tinged with spikes of malice and distrust. Gyuri ignored them all for the most part – she cared little for what people thought of her and paid more attention to making sure that they knew what she was capable of; who she was, not as Han Gyuri, but as Jewel, leader of one of the most influential organised gangs within the city. The base opinions of those outside of Haedogje pa didn’t breach her mind at all, and as far as those under her were concerned, she was first and foremost a fixed point – the beginning and the end, and who she was didn’t matter. Who was a matter that should not concern them - all they needed to know was that she was their leader, and that that was a responsibility that she took very seriously.

((Unrelenting, unbalanced, unforgiving.))

Gyuri had spent well over a century - in fact almost a century and a half - honing herself, becoming who – what – she needed to be, clawing back some form of an identity and shaping it in to something sharper, something more deadly than the lowly grief-stricken village girl that she had left behind – something perfect. They say that to err is human, but Gyuri was not human. Not anymore. She had left her humanity behind, curling and crumbling and dying a slow, painful death amongst the ashes and the cinders of her village, and so she did not make mistakes. She could not make mistakes.

But she had. One small oversight, one mission given to a newer recruit who had more bravado than experience, and Gyuri had yet more innocent blood on her hands. Gyuri remembered her. Not her name – she had a personal rule against learning the names of new recruits until they had proven themselves to her and to the gang in someway - but Gyuri still remembered her. She had been a young girl, eager and bright and so desperate to please, and the sight of her face alone made something dead and buried twist horribly in Gyuri’s chest.

She had needed the girl out of her sight, and so Gyrui had assigned her a cursory reconnaissance mission that should have been simple - but the girl had been caught. She had been caught, and because she craved nothing more than praise and attention from those she had placed on a pedestal, she had taken more risks than she should have, and it had cost her her life. She was found strung up, lifelessly dangling in a spot where the Haedogje pa runners could easily find her the next day.

Gyuri was un-a lot of things, but as much as she tried to tell herself otherwise, that rotten piece inside of her that still clung to the life she once had no matter how much she had tried to kill it, that one minuscule part of her psyche that still tried to remind her of the person she once was – the girl that felt, the girl that cared - would not let unaffected become one of them.

Once the runners had left her office, taking the news with them to God knows where-else within their ranks, Gyuri could do nothing but stand still for a moment, feet planted on the carpet as she felt the dizzying wave of anger rise within her (along with the g-words that she could not, and would not acknowledge -- guilt -- grief ...) until the emotions could no longer be held back, and like an unstopped bottle of champagne she exploded. For want of a release, of an action rather than a feeling, Gyuri’s hand found its way around a crystalline glass that had been sitting on her office desk, and with every ounce of strength in her, she hurled it towards her door with a feral shriek.

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han gyuri is a one-hundred-and-sixty-two-year-old cisfemale whom is known to be the leader, of haedogje pa. not much else is known about the female, other than the fact that she is a vampire going by the alias ‘jewel’.

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