astrea;

chang shin woo. HAWKE. terra. time in elswood: [viii] months total " the one thing i don't W A N T to be is a BURDEN to anyone."

[kyuwxn-blog]

His brows furrowed, the indicative stop of Hawke’s sentence meaning something ( and a worrisome something ), but his face collapsed back to a smile just as quickly. Hawke would talk about that something when he wanted — or take it out by sparring. He wouldn’t worry about it now, when Hawke was rather determined to smile instead.

“I can say the same about you and your flips! I think that is a tad harder than some foot tricks.” He was about to say more when Hawke produced the water bottle, and he about melted on the spot. The thirst was screaming in the back of his throat, and the water he brought was on the other side of the field. With a hum of gratitude, he sat on the bleachers and started twisting off the cap. “The soccer team is filled with the best-looking students, so I’m not surprised,” he chirped, leaning his head back as he started to drink.

Which was the WRONG IDEA because he about choked at Hawke’s suggestion. He wasn’t oblivious contrary to popular belief, and he was aware of the exact tone Hawke used. But he had to be the smoothest of the smooth, the chillest of the bunch. So he managed to swallow the water instead of spraying it everywhere, and hopefully, hopefully kept his expression composed despite the hot flush he suspected was gracing his face. “Um, a girl? A guy? Sorry, that’s — it’s always about soccer.” THE CHILLIEST OF THE BUNCH, KYUWON, YOU CAN DO THIS. “I mean, did you see me last week? Almost made a goal from midfield!” Cue the chuckles as he played with the cap of the water bottle….and how it kept going….and hopefully didn’t sound forced….and okay, stop laughing, take another sip of the water, SMOOTHEST OF THE SMOOTH.

[hawkechang-archived]

“Looks may be something to be wanted, but to me, it’s basically a non-issue,” he joked, punching Kyuwon’s shoulder lightly. Best looking was always subjective to everyone, chiseled body, nice smile, which he never did understand. In Hawke’s case something a bit more romantic came to mind: a warm voice and time spent together watching shitty romance films, curled up on the pods. A specific baritone came to mind, something that made him feel warmer, though he hoped that it wouldn’t SHOW like Kyuwon’s impossibly bad acting. I mean he could not lie for the life of him, but the other guy sounded a bit more transparent than he did.

Leaning in and getting into the soccer player’s personal space, Hawke’s shit-eating grin widened a thousandfold, as he was so prepared to milk this for all its worth. Imagine, Kyuwon fussing over a possible romantic interest! What else could be better?

“Aigoo, you’re just so flustered, with all of this! It’s so A D O R A B L E!” Romance always did have a habit of making him a tad ( read: much ) louder than usual, and romantic escapades in real life always did excite him---even more so if his friends were involved in something taken out of a novel. “I can tell when you’re lying, you know! Heartbeats and all!” Okay, that was a lie, he couldn’t yet, but he had to get his kicks somewhere. “So tell me about them! They must be wonderful if you’re into them!”

[hawkechang-archived]

hawke chang + parents

“  knowing YOU exist?                 it’s the most comforting thing in the world. “

[hawkechang-archived]

@ashez: bored af on a saturday night someone should watch movies with me 🙄

@hawkeeyed: i suggest the proposal or mr. and mrs. smith.

[jaislater-blog]

Jai had a knack for choosing the worst times to drink, so naturally, as soon as Hawke began his joke, the bottle of vodka was already tilted toward Jai’s lips. And as soon as the words reached his ears, his cheeks expanded with the laugh he attempted– to no avail– to keep in his mouth. His hand shot up to catch the vodka now rushing down his chin.

“Oh my–” Coughing ensued, cutting the young man short as he shook his head from side to side. He rolled over, rummaging through his bedside drawer and pulling out a bottle of Gatorade. “Here’s a chaser for that filthy mouth’a yours.” He handed the bottle out toward Hawke, wiping off his chin with the shoulder of his shirt.

He smirked a little at Hawke’s response, fully aware of how terrifying his friend could be. But she was virtually harmless… Kind of… If you didn’t at all care about your reputation or mind verbal abuse. “Mm, yeah, we’re no Willy Wonkas… Though I think we could rock purple top hats.” 

[hawkechang-archived]

Laughing wildly at the series of events that unfolded before him, Jai choking on vodka, coughing, handing the bottle of Gatorade, Hawke couldn’t help but feel like he was on one of those weird variety shows his dad always liked. And to top it all off, Jai was laughing ( well choking but ) at his joke, not with a chuckle or a better tone of voice. Actual laughter. They should get drunk more often.

“I didn’t know you were a Puritan,” he replied, visibly pleased with himself. He grabbed the Gatorade and started chugging, the persistent taste of revulsion on his tongue. Though that didn’t have the effect that he desired, it was still better than just the vodka. “I’ve been gettin’ a new vo-ca-bu-la-ry, court’sy of the cheer squad. How’d you like it?”

“I’d look horr’ble with a top hat!” He took another swig of vodka and shook his head----he looked horrible in purple, and worse with formalwear on his head. It was a given fact that he wasn’t that good-looking, and for the life of him, had worse fashion sense, and he will not subject himself to top hats, of all things. “You’d look so... dapper though. That mysterious el’gance I read about in the books, y’know! Though I can’t see at all, ‘m sure you’d look nice.”

[hawkechang-archived]

A smiling blind boy and a stoic red haired girl come up to you after orientation, a white notebook given to you and reassurance that things aren’t all that bad, and that you’re welcome to visit them anytime soon for some instruction, reassurance, or someone to talk to. He babbles on and on about “dear old Elswood” and she instructs ( commands? ) you to take a look at the notebook you have in your hands before leaving, with the smiling one following a few minutes after.

You look at the cover as they leave---WHAT THEY HAVEN’T TOLD YOU: A STUDENT’S GUIDE TO ELSWOOD and shrug, didn’t staff already give you a handbook for this school? You figure that it couldn’t hurt to look and so you read, hoping that this would be better than the one you read previously. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? You’ve already been kidnapped and brought here, so there’s nothing that could really faze you anymore. Other than aliens. But still.

                                                                      DISCLAIMER

This is a guide written by students intended to help new students at Elswood Academy adjust to student life, succeed academically, and find their place on campus. We are in no way affiliated with the faculty and staff. We also are not healthcare professionals or experts of any kind. Use your own discretion when making decisions, but in fairness, this is all excellent advice. - N. Morevna

She’s not just tooting her own horn here, this is sound advice to be given. She’s got a super brain and she’s a tough cookie. The handbook has been tried, tested, proofread and been to hell and back, so you can be assured of its validity. Seriously, we can call up a few more people to verify---it’s not that hard. - H. Chang

CHAPTER 1: GENERAL RULES AND OTHER FUN THINGS.

1. You cannot get out. Don’t think you’re so special that you’ll be able to break out of here. Your situation can’t be changed so don’t get any ideas. You’ll only get yourself into trouble. It’s blunt and harsh, but it’s true. Many have tried and failed, and the forest or flying out or teleporting isn’t going to work, just ask around.

2. That doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it. By all means, spend a few weeks moping. Get it out of your system. Don’t pretend you’re okay when you’re not; that only leads to nervous breakdowns. Cry in the shower. Take long brooding walks. The first few weeks will always be hell, but you’ll get back in the swing of Elswood. Everyone’s utterly miserable, so it’s a common thing. If this feeling lasts, go talk to one of the psychiatrists. 

3. On that note, it’s important you take care of yourself. Eat a somewhat balanced diet, exercise regularly, get yourself checked out when you feel sick. Sleep every once in awhile. Also, the froyo is to die for just ask Macs.

4. You’ll find something in common with someone here. Powers, general interests, or just the fact that you’re both scared out of your mind. I understand that telling people to just say “hi” to strangers is unhelpful, so here’s this: luckily we have plenty of obnoxious loudmouths here so someone’s bound to approach you at some point. She’s talking about me, but it’s the truth, make friends and talk about random things, it’s one of the best stress relievers. And the loudmouths will honestly meet you sooner or later, so don’t worry about being alone.

5. Don’t get into fights. That’s just stupid. And why get into fights at all? You can channel your rage during sparring, or use clubs to alleviate some of that anger you got. 

6. Don’t break any of the rules for that matter. Reread the handbook a few times and stick to it. The fridge is worse than it sounds, and besides, once you get enough points saved up you can get some nice things. For you newbies, the fridge is grounding and nullification of powers. Basically it’s solitary confinement and it’s not fun to be around, so please don’t break any rules.

7. Write down things about your past in a notebook. You’ll feel better once you see all the things you remember. It’s good practice for writing too, if you’re in any language or writing classes, two birds with one stone!

8. Don’t associate with hooligans. There’s a list of particularly noteworthy troublemakers in this handbook, so steer clear. (SEE: PROMINENT PERSONALITIES IN ELSWOOD.) And to be fair to the “hooligans” not all of them are that bad, who knows, you might make a friend! 

9. Do your best in school. It’s a useful thing to occupy your mind with, and you should always be looking to learn new skills. Regardless of the circumstances, this school has some of the best equipment and teachers the world has to offer. Work hard. 

10. Find something, or someone, who helps you look forward to the future. Hold on to them. Always.

11. Stop sticking gum under desks this isn’t the fucking stone age. What she means to say is that it’s rude to leave gum under the desks, and that the janitors don’t deserve the extra work, so please go easy on them. Also, it’s disgusting.

12. Always feel free to go to either one of us or any of the faculty if you have any questions about Elswood in general. The academy's a bit of a mystery and it would be better if all of us figured it out together.  Keep in mind MOST of these questions won't be answered, they never are. Thank Anya for that.

You raise an eyebrow after reading, deciding to continue for another time, but pay heed to whatever the notebook says. After all you’ll need all the help you can get here, and the advice seems sound enough. You’ll be sure to pay them both a visit after reading the contents of the notebook----whether to thank them or to throw it at them has yet to be seen.

[sorasolarium]

Visit Original Link

[oliverdubois]

Dubois. Uh oh. If there was one sure sign to know Oliver did something wrong it was hearing Hawke use his last name. “You’re certainly more capable than other people in your circumstances,” he started carefully, arranging the other half of the chairs across the room. 

“I didn’t say you were,” he sighed and dropped a chair a little louder on the floor, before proceeding to the next. “I was simply trying to help out a friend. Like how you insisted on helping out with my reputation, or whatever.” Had he asked for help then? No. Hawke took the liberty of offering. And you didn’t see Oliver pouting about it. “We’ve had fights you know, in self-defense? Several. I know just how capable you are.” Now he was huffing, but it was hard not to get worked up when he was being accused for being a dick when he was trying to be nice (for once!).  

[hawkechang-archived]

“You have... a way with words that’s left to be desired sometimes, you know?” The tension draining from his body somewhat, he seemed less agitated and more miffed, which was more or less better. He knew that Oliver had a tendency to offend when he didn’t really mean to, and that he was stupid for assuming otherwise.

Looking back at the frequent skills and self-defense classes, Hawke chuckled a little. He went from being kicked around to being able to flip a grown man on his back, practically an Elle Woods maneuver with regards to his physical prowess. “I understand, I understand,” he conceded, fully realizing the error of his ways. “You need to put more effort into your eloquence, even I was about to flip you on your back for something semantic. Sorry though.”

[hawkechang-archived]

⌛️ , ➗, 🏊

organization.

answered here!!

mathematics.

Even with his blindness as a bit of an issue, Hawke is still somewhat decent as far as math goes, he’d have to be if he had to maintain his partial scholarship back in Korea. Though now, with Elswood, his math skills are left to be desired even with his hard work, and it shows in his scores. Oh, does it show.

swimming.

answered here!!

[hawkechang-archived]

🎁🏊⌛️

giving presents to others.

An expert in giving ( horrendously extravagant ) gifts, Hawke’s open charity towards his fellow residents is one of his more known aspects, along with his sunny demeanor. His points stay in the double digit range, and most of that could be attributed to weird knicknacks he thinks other people would love. 

swimming.

Deathly afraid of large bodies of water, Hawke knows how to swim, although it is a hard thing for him to do when he’s panicking. Having once learned how to do it, he knows his basic strokes and knows how to keep afloat; he doesn’t care for speed at all, he just wants to get out of the godforsaken water.

organization.

answered here!!!

[jaislater-blog]

Jai gave a snort at the sweaty jockstrap comment, rolling his eyes half-heartedly. “S’more like rubbing alcohol, but mmkay. If you wanted somethin’ real nasty, I’d ‘ve made whiskey, so count your blessings.” He didn’t blame Hawke, though. His parents were never particularly strict about alcohol restrictions, and it was even customary to have a drink on a special occasion. By the time he was fifteen, a glass of wine with dinner was practically customary.

Jai gave a sloppy salute at Hawke’s compliment, taking another swig for himself, swishing it around in his mouth absentmindedly before gulping it down. “At least this way y’don’t have t’ drink as much of it.” He nodded to himself, as if he was making a particularly excellent point before hanging half of his body upside-down from where it hung from the bed. 

“Kahlua is a chocolate-flavored liquor. Tastes good in a blowjob.” He paused for a second, chuckling softly. “That’s a shot. With Bailey’s ‘n whipped cream.”

“Ohhh, yah? Well, you c’n have that conversation with ‘er then.”

[hawkechang-archived]

“Isn’t drinking supposed to be like, half the fun of it all?” Peering into the bottle, Hawke tried to leer at it, hoping that as he did, it would spontaneously change from tasting like wet sock to something more chocolatey. But the fates were cruel, and as he went to take another swig, the taste of death lingered on his tongue. Good thing he didn’t sputter and gag like the first time he tasted the Devil’s Water™.

At the mention of chocolate flavored liquor, Hawke instantly brightened----chocolate was one pure and good thing in the world, so getting a blowjob wouldn’t be that bad. Not that he said that it would, of course. “A’ least if I get my hands on one of those, I can say honest to God that I don’t spit, I swallow.” He giggled madly, and shook his head. What could he say, he was comedy gold.

“Dude, no.” It was the truth, as much as he loved Valerie, and how she was all the things that she was and more, he couldn’t help but fear the woman. Maybe it was because she had a whole contraband syndicate she built from scratch, maybe it was because she was just fearsome. “An’ besides, she’d prob’ly shoot me down first chance. But hey, chocolate froyo’s better than nothing!”

[hawkechang-archived]

👻 🍺 🎹

communing with the paranormal.

He has no desire to communicate with ghosts----the ‘fraidy cat in him would have a heart attack and use up all his nine lives. Suffice it to say that he has no skill either with communicating with them. Thank God for small mercies.

alcohol tolerance.

What alcohol tolerance?

playing an instrument.

He can play Heart and Soul well, though that might be his powers taking control of that situation. Since he fine tuned his powers, he can play an instrument well enough, or repeat a melody that he’s heard once and liked----whether he’s skilled with the instrument itself or the music of it he can’t say.

[hawkechang-archived]

💰 📚 ⌛️ 📥

finance.

Hawke is pretty liberal with his finances, always giving to those in need and sparing only the slightest amounts on himself. Though he thinks he spends most of his time in the pods, he only gets them a few hours a month, and the popcorn is the most expensive thing he’s splurged on for himself.

reading. 

Between Twilight, every teen romance book in existence, and reading assignments in his classes, he’s a huge reader and can consume about three to six novels in a month. Don’t judge the contents.

time management.

Splitting his time between various clubs and activities and helping out around Elswood, it was important that he never missed a beat of his schedule, or split his time evenly among people. He’s got a meticulously planned day, all in all, down to his free time.

organization.

Take one good look at his shared dorm room, and you can plainly see that Hawke is a meticulously organized individual. From hospital corners, to schedules on his phone, to filed class notes, he takes pride in his organization----there’s nothing better than it after all.

[jaislater-blog]

By this point in the evening, Jai had already lulled himself into a comfortable buzz, thoughts humming with a familiar and pleasant sound that was more like white noise than anything else. In fact, he let a bit of laughter bubble up his throat at Hawke’s sputtering. 

“S’not that bad,” he sighed, waving his hand airily before letting it flop back to his side. And maybe the alcohol was a bit more potent than he remembered it being. And maybe he had lost track of how much he had really had to drink. And maybe he had been drinking it a little more quickly than he would like to admit. 

“If you wanted Kahlua, y’coulda just said so.” He paused, snorting and shrugging his shoulders. “But I ‘unno how keen Vals woulda been on making coco beans.” Words were flowing off of his tongue easily, his usual edge significantly diminished. Pre-gaming before Hawke came in the room was definitely a good idea. “Now c’mon an’ drink it. You’re way too sober if you’re still complainin’ about the taste.”

[hawkechang-archived]

Rolling his eyes at the currently drunk Slater, he took another swig of vodka, scrunching his face at the abhorrent taste that met his tongue. Hawke figured that there should be something that hits people like vodka---but not actually hit, more like gently caress into extreme drunkenness. But as  he’d been told a thousand times, no there wasn’t anything that didn’t lovingly hold you until you got blackout drunk.

“Maybe ‘m a natural complainer, but it’s that bad, Jai.” He took another swig and merely frowned, growing accustomed to the taste of it. Maybe it’s not that bad, but it still tastes like death. “It tastes like uh, a sweaty jockstrap after trainin’. God this stuff hits you hard, you outdid y’self with this one. Or ‘m just that shitty with holding my alcohol.”

“What’s Kah-lu-a?” Enunciating the word, Hawke rolled it against his tongue, babbling it over and over again, giggling like a madman. “An’ Val can sell tons of chocolate stuff----ground cocoa and dark chocolate and it’d be like, the best legal thing you could sell ‘sides the uh whole.... contraband thing, you know.”

[hawkechang-archived]

💃 💃 💃

dancing.

Ever since he got his echolocation down to a T, Hawke can dance superbly-----one of the prime requirements for being in the cheer squad. He can roll his hips like the best of them, and he even has the Gee! dance memorized by heart, after he had someone teach him. Just no public exhibitions, he still hasn’t built up the confidence to. 

[hawkechang-archived]

envelope emoji!

romance.

To say the absolute least, Hawke is not that great at romance, and even worse at flirting. In theory, he could potentially create the best romantic setting but no. You’d think that with the amount of romance he consumes in a day, he’d become at least halfway decent with it, but no. He’s just hopeless. Completely and utterly hopeless.

[ask-meme-addicts]

Muse skillset symbol meme

Send an emoji to learn how good/bad my muse is at that particular skill!

💋 — kissing

💄 — makeup

👾 — video games

🎵 — singing

💃 — dancing

🎹 — playing an instrument

🌷 — taking care of living things

🌲 — surviving in the wilderness

👊 — fighting

😇 — following rules

🍳 — cooking

🍼 — taking care of children

🎁 — giving presents to others

🎉 — hosting parties

💌 — romance/flirting

🎨 — art

🍀 — luck

⚽️  — sports

🏊 — swimming

🚗 — driving

🔮 — magic

🔎 — investigating

🔫 — long range weapons

💣 — explosives

🔪 — melee weapons

🔬 — scientific pursuits

🚿 — hygiene

💰 — finance

🌍 — knowledge of the world

👻 — communing with the paranormal

📚 — reading

🔧 — engineering/mechanics

⌛️ — time management

📥 — organization

🍺 — alcohol tolerance

🚴 — riding a bike

🎭 — performance art/acting

⚓️ — sailing

➗ — mathematics

[kyuwxn-blog]

He almost, ALMOST tripped over his feet as he whirled around. When he was on the field, no matter if it was for a game or practice, his attention was solely for soccer. The outside world faded to the background, the sounds lessening in their din until it was something akin to silence.

So to say the screaming startled him was an UNDERSTATEMENT.

Squinting, he laughed at the sight of Hawke, the sound growing as the boy started chanting. Honestly, Hawke should be given the spotlight for cheer squad based on how much effort he put into his enthusiasm. It was genuine and it paid off in raising excitement. Plus his powers added that extra boost anyways; Casey needed to upgrade Hawke’s status A S A P.

Kyuwon jogged to Hawke, skidding to a halt almost a hair’s breadth from the other Terra. “I am SO happy I blew everyone’s mind,” he said, another laugh following. With hands on hips, he took a moment to catch his breath — and to let his thoughts catch up. “What are you doing here? Was cheer practice moved to an earlier time?”

[hawkechang-archived]

"Nah, I just go here to clear my head. I used to go to the lake, but-----yeah,” Hawke swallowed, forcibly keeping on his smile. How he managed to keep talking about the lake was beyond him, but he quickly pushed all thoughts of it OUT his head. This was a happy day, and his ( thoughts of water ) fears had no place here. “And I’ve got to say, I saw some fancy footwork out there. How you manage to do it is beyond me.”

“By the way,” he said, reminded of both his need to become the Mom Friend™ and their athletic extracurricular. Fishing in his bag for a bottle of water, he handed one to Kyuwon---Lord only knew how he got thirsty after a routine himself, so he’d need all the water he can get. And besides, hydration is I M P O R T A N T! “Water for you. Keep those spirits up, some girls---and guys, on the cheer squad find you appealing.”

Sizing him up and down, Hawke noticed a slightly.... happier tone in the other boy’s voice. Of course, between the two of them they were bouncing balls of joy, but Hawke couldn’t help but suspect something was up. Call it Haneul’s influence, but there was something about the other Terra that was peppier.

“On the topic of appealing, though.” A devilish grin plastered itself on Hawke’s face, staring at the boy dead-on. “You seem happier. Better, even! Did you get a good game, then? Score a few goals here and there? Or are you eyeing some good girl? Or guy, I don’t know how you work, you know.”