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DARA: “Pink mustache for today’s doom dara dividara doom!!! Yeah!!!”
Cinderella
Cinderella: My character telling yours about a piece of clothing/garment they never go without or vice versa
With a few loops and ties, a weight can be lifted off of your shoulders. Dara stood in front of the mirror, analyzing her hair that hung in access. There would always be those days where her hair wouldn’t want to cooperate, this was one of those days. The black mess was lifeless and full of dull color. Dara frowned and decided what she had to do. “A girl should never go without a ponytail,” She said to Victoria, who was watching the moment of distress. “This hair tie is the revealer of stress! Trust me.” Dara said, pulling the long strands to the top of her head. After securing the hair, she turned around and placed a big smile on her lips. “Better?”
anna
Anna: My character being cold/acting cold towards yours
Disgust, hatred, annoyance. If just those three words could be cooked up together and thrown on a plate, that’s what Dara would have scarfed down. Her face and body language told it all. Quick, indecisive movements, piercing, cold eyes, rigid limbs, all added up to her attitude. Everyone went through those moments. Dara was having hers.
The one who happened to be in the crossfire of that moment was Kemy. Her presence heightened that of Dara’s. Time spent alone was in need, not in the company of another. Dara tried not to pay attention to the other girl, but she found it hard. Kemy was going about her usual business, inciting small conversation as if nothing was wrong. A few words of the mouth were all it took to set off the flare, “The weather turned out to be nice today. It’s perfect for-” Kemy said almost to herself.
Dara cut through her sentence with poison, “I don’t care about the weather. I just don’t care. Stop talking about useless stuff and leave.” The words came out in a straight line that held potent power. The environment grew silent and the poison set it. Dara sighed loudly and shook her head. “I’m sorry, I just need to be left alone,” She said, making a quick exit.
Little Yellow Chick Riding Hood Dara!
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Snow white: My character telling your character what your most attractive feature is
Cheeks filled up with hot red blush and the air in her lungs capped itself off, letting nothing escape. Dara’s two eyebrows formed a line of distress and her hands protected a slight smile that was threatening to expose itself. Her body was hurrying away from the man that filled her thoughts. She had to get away from him or else she would let all of her secrets spill. He was handsome, no he was more than that. Dara thought everything about him was seamless. He was what a man should be, sophisticated but sexy. But what really got to her were those eyes. They pierced the one they were looking at, giving them full attention. Even if it was just a side glance, his eyes sent a childlike thrill through her veins.
“Sandara! Where are you going?” A confused voice yelled in her direction. The embarrassed girl stopped in her tracks and turned around shyly. She had to do it. Her body was brimming with feelings and she needed to let them out.
“Kim Jongin! Stop looking at me like that!” The petite girl replied with a lively tone. “Your eyes. They are too much for me. Be more considerate!” The confession came out more like scolding. Dara looked down quickly, trying to find the right words. “I mean… I think they are.. charming!” With fumbled words, she scurried off in a confusion of feelings. She couldn’t believe what she just did. Those eyes, what did they just posses her to do?
We Aren't In Kansas Anymore
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Did Luna plan on being a martyr tonight? Have the words hero scribbled onto a hospital card? No. She planned on getting out but with three more males closing in, it wouldn’t be a tricky task. ‘Did ya come to play little missy? I think you’re in the wrong league.’ Boy if she’d ever heard a snake talk. Every hiss attempting to strike a nerve. Fill her veins with fire and have her lash out only to cripple her and her situation. No she wouldn’t. Luna was much, much smarter than he could imagine. So she took the words with a grain of salt, packed them up nicely and filed them away with a smile. ‘Don’t ya know when someone’s outta ya league?' Of course she was referring to the darling belle behind her, whose beauty could be seen even through the fear that found it's way to her face. Even if her grace found itself thrown off by the alcohol, drunken eyes or not she surely caught attention. Luna had to wonder for a moment if it was on purpose.
‘Ya wouldn’t want a gal like her, she’s inexperienced.’ In where she goes. In how she carries herself around the night when the shadows let those with darkness in their hearts, swallow up any beam of light. She wanted to ask, as those eyes began to view everything around her with intuition, assess that the pair were in trouble, Luna wanted to ask if she was okay. She figured such formalities would be best left for later. ‘Quit screwing around girly.’ It’s as he reaches for them both Luna realizes an apology may be in order as she steps back, using all of her weight to push the girl from the onslaught. “Ever ridden a motorcycle?’ The words are directed to the female, keys dangling between her fingers.
The cold that littered the night crept its way through Dara’s veins. The ice chased away any feeling, sucked up every drip of alcohol and replaced it with distress. She was a deer in headlights, scared for the next moment. Her eyes stayed round, even with the existence of another by her side. A situation like this would have never happened in the country, only in the city. A night that was meant to be carefree tured south fast. Breath became low and limbs flexed, ready to run. Thoughts fell over each other, trying to present the best option. This was a new form of intoxication.
The girl in front of Dara had a look of security, even with the night clouding her from view, Dara knew she was planning each step carefully. Events transpired between the group of men and the girl, but Dara couldn’t pick up the words. They were mumbles of drunken and fierce exchanges. The men knew that they had the advantage, and they used their tone to show it. The girl, even with a shy attitude, knew that too. Her body language said it all. She was positioned to protect, ready to pounce or defend. Dara stabled herself, trying to move a bit closer to the girl. The distance added too much stress.
The men filled up their plates with each gaze they took. They looked the two girls up and down with slowest of movements, taking it all in. Dara shifted as the tension started to grow. Suddenly, the girl in front of her moved back sharply, pushing Dara back. The man that did all the talking was reaching out for them, ready to claim his bait. The actions were quick, but coordinated. The girl choose her plan of action and was acting upon it. Motorcycle keys dangled from her fingers and a determined look laced her eyes. They were out of there. Dara stumbled over her next words, but she managed to get them out, “Let’s.. let’s go!”
With Kathleen #KYE
한희양과 함께~ ^_^ 축하해요~!!! #계한희 #KYE
kkye: 1차 dinner with dara💕💕 @daraxxi
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I'm feeling much better today! After talking things out, I'm feeling confident about everything. Thanks for worrying!
We Aren't In Kansas Anymore
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A petition for street smarts to be a course required for everyone. Everyone, including city dwellers who believed they knew the inner workings of those iron jungles they never visited. Yes we’re talking to you Manhattan dwellers. Everyone including those kids who played on the streets and thought street smarts was jumping out the street when a car drove by. Everyone including the dealers who thought trouble only meant when they heard a siren. Every single person needed a crash course in street smarts, or at least Luna thought so.
Tonight only served to prove her right.
It’s such a sloppy trap. So sloppy it resonated in their rough attire. Shirts about two days old, re worn with holed jeans definitely not in fashion and too faded to be considered fashionable. Rough accents that were the product of too many cliche TV shows, maybe last night’s CSI. It was all so sloppy. She could do a better job at conning. Luna thought she’d laugh at the guys in their attempt. Laugh and then call the cops. That was her plan to simply watch the free movie that played out. She should have known nothing in life was free.
Rusty as the trap seemed a mouse seemed to find it’s way to moldy cheese. Moldy moldy, oh so moldy little mouse you’ll get snared and sick. The kind of sickness that medicine wouldn’t dare try to cure. The woman seems so intrigued, so won over with a sparkle in her eyes that revealed the lack of the key intuition. So Luna made her way over. “Heya doll, these boys offering you a deal or somethin’?” She had to play this just right. They were outnumbered.
The low buzz that illuminated the night camouflaged itself with a bitter cold. Heavy eyes lowered themselves to the cracked cement, following foreign street signs. A body running on a few bottles of alcohol did nothing to clear the view. The highrise buildings grew closer together and the choice of roadways to wander off into, grew slim and cramped. Roads hardly allowed a single car through, but yet pools of people clumped together. Distant bass lines shook loose the pebbles, creating a small earthquake throughout the steel structures. Tongues lashed out words, laughs caught the attention of dewlers far away, and drunken eyes searched for warm body to hold. The playful idea of the night hid a dangerous motive. This was hidden part of Hongdae.
She should go out and explore the town, right? There were so many places to see, so many things to do. Experiencing these things and becoming accustom to the town was what a newcomer should do. This was the way to shed the mold of a tourist and emger like a native. So, naturally, even the shy, reserved, delicate Dara had to experience these attractions sometime. After a long day of staring at textbooks, mindlessly repeating sentences that deemed no purpose in her mind and essentially becoming brain dead, the small woman needed a scene change. The streets of Hongdae proposed a getaway. Those famous streets depicted in dramas lay right before her, she needed to get out to them. Throwing on a tight dress, paired with looming heels, she started exploring.
Hours of dancing, spilling alcohol, and greeting new faces, transformed Dara’s mind, becoming clouded. The country girl had never experienced this type of night. Back home, drinking was done in the depths of your house, away from judging eyes. The safe and cozy niche led to stiff nights on the kitchen floor. The equivalent here was cold, treacherous nights on the unsanitary pavement. An unknowing Dara traded in her thoughts of home for the unexpected.
Walking through unknown streets, Dara tried to make her way home. The after effects of drink washed over her vision, her mourning feet stumbled at every step. The trek home would take hours at this rate. Hoots and howls from unknown sources directed their uncanny voices her way. With hair half covering her face, Dara looked up from the ground. A group of men, all looming and smug, looked back at her. “Can we help, darling?” One of them sung, making his way towards the front of the group. The drowsy effect was quickly washed away, consciousness replaced it. “Oh, no. I…. I am fine. Thank you,” Dara bowed her head and tried to make an escape. Her mind may have been clear, but her body was not. Her heels mounted two left feet and fought with each other, causing Dara to stumble. “Oh baby, let me doctor you back to health,” The same voice slithered in.
“Heya doll, these boys offering you a deal or somethin’?”
Dara’s mouth formed a straight line and she gripped arms tightly, “Look, I’m fin-” She promoted before seeing another girl standing before her. The girl stood with caution, knowing all too well what was playing out here. The night clouded her from view, but Dara knew this one came to offer a hand. Dara sent the girl a look, one that encompassed big eyes filled with anxiety.
Congrats KYE!! #KYE 다라 with 힙합곰돌이
Congrats KYE!! #KYE Dara with Hip Hop Bear
Translated by @KristineKwak
Alright! I have decided to make an AIM account to make life easier for myself and everyone else. My username is.... can you guess it? hdxdara !!!
Hello everyone! Happy monday right? I have a quick question. Do a lot of you guys use AIM to plot? Is it a better resource than normal asking on Tumblr? Just a thought. I'm going to do a quick ACT study session, then I will come back and do some replies!
cutie Dara…
Ni hao.... ?. Dara & Nichkhun
Nichkhun was rather excited for the start of today. Who cared is Kahi teased him about being a nerd for taking up this college course when it wasn’t required in the first place. It was more along the lines of his principles than anything else. He had learned Thai from his mother who was a born native and obsiously enough, Korean which his father was fully. Yet the quarter of his blood coursing with Chinese histories and backgrounds begged to be explored. What better way than learning more of it’s interesting language?
There were basics he understood- Broken as they may sound from his lips. He had some of his shooting travels to thank for picking up upon them.
"Hello." "I love you." "Where’s the bathroom?" "I can’t speak Chinese well."
They were all a part of his minor learning process that he had picked up upon. So it was about damn time for him to learn at least enough to carry on a light conversation. With that, more opportunities could arise in his life. Possibilities were endless.
His chosen instrument was his notebook and a couple of pens in hand. His pack otherwise emptied as there weren’t many requirements he was told to have, at least. Figuring the books would be distributed or later mentioned to get on within the year. But now he was focused on adjusting his small rear end over this seat. Did they want their students’ to go numb before the class even began? And all during his settling, he had attracted attention. Not unusual but a bit of a nuisance when wishing to be left alone.
Yet he faced the doe-eyed girls and few envious boys with a smile, answering questions as politely as he could before making up some excuse about needing to move. Quickly he assessed the vacant seats left. Finding a rather secluded fresh-faced looking girl. Perfect! He took his things to sit within a chair’s span to her left, opting for the seat more inwards. She seemed to be one to wish to be left alone, like him. And yet… His eyes would dart to her from time to time. There was something unique about this petite beauty he couldn’t put his finger on. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” the friendly boy decided to break the ice. Giving a subtle nod towards the now pouty group of students murmuring amongst themselves. Voice now lowered to a whisper, he added on, “They got a bit over bearing. Heh.”
A small breath of air escaped from filled lungs, open eyes let the shutters be closed every few seconds, a small movement of the leg over the other bounced deliberately; all told the story of anxiousness. The clocks hand moved around bold numbers at an increasingly slow rate. The ticks seemed as if they were heard every few seconds rather than multiple times a minute. Those ticks were soon washed out by the growing murmur of students. The mounting environment soon toppled over with numerous voices breaking out into speech. Sitting with a blank face, but yet rigid limbs, Dara tried to find a sense of peace. She closed her eyes and tried to take a few breaths at a time, counting the ticks on the clock before relieving her pulsing veins.
Tick, tick, tick…
Each one sounded louder and louder. The voices settled down, but an exciting hum filtered through the classroom. This method of meditation seemed to be doing the trick. The heart that felt like it was climbing a mountain, came down to a reassuring pulse. ‘Why am I stressing over this?.... You tackled so many things already, this is nothing. I can do this.’ These words stayed on repeat, hoping to extend a hand to her confidence. A small nod of the head and the appearance of a minor smile, gave her face some life. With one more push, she was ready to open her eyes.
Soft, but yet approaching footsteps presented themselves to the newly reviled girl. A few blinks of the eyes lead to a clearer view of a man sitting a few seats away from her. His face modeled complete poise and self-assurance. That face was fixated with a notebook, while the faces behind him were absorbed with his. Dara turned her head back, letting a few questions drift through her head, but never taking action to debate. It seemed her hiding place was infiltrated.
More than a few glances were stolen by the mans curious eyes. Dara caught the actions from the corner of her eye. At first she thought the man was just looking around at the setting, but after the third look, she knew he was interested in something else. Her eyes stayed on the wall in front of her, searching for the one that would start class and end the looming sounds. The intriguing nature of the man beside her almost led to her return the favor, but he acted upon the action first.
Deep and carefully soft words were spoken with smiling lips. Dara turned to the man and let her eyes fully scan his. The mere length of his legs took up all the space provided between the next seat and his, his face was sculpted with parallel precision, and the choice of outfit led Dara to believe he had more than a few dollars. She could see why the other students were having their fill of him. He was straight out a drama. The next words out of his mouth confirmed those thoughts. Dara quickly reacted to them, “Oh… it’s fine. I mean, it’s your choice to… to sit here,” The words sort of stumbled out of her mouth in a dialect filled tone, “I won’t bother you… if that’s what you want,” Her eyes strayed from his, not wanting to get embarrassed with their eyes meeting. They placed themselves back on the front of the class. The meditation session she had before would surely have to be done again before class started.