Sen Mitsuji;

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

(/ she has to stifle her giggle with the back of her hand when the other confirms her question.) awesome ~~~ (/ the girl exclaims in her excitement, childishly turning in her stool in a short form of expressing her delight. there’s always been a seed of insecurity ingrained in her system ever since the day he’d almost returned her. she was always careful not to push him too far in fear that he would grow to hate her so hearing she was growing on him meant a lot. even if it was only by a marginal amount, that meant it was possible and over time, that amount would grow to become something big if she kept at it.) heh … thank you for not hating me, sen ~ (/ she hums appreciatively, smiling for him even if he won’t see it. she sits in a happy silence until she remembers his words from earlier, expressing his distaste for her cat features. having believed his words that it made him uncomfortable, she was now willingly to take them off despite her win in their bet.) shall i take these off, sen? (/ she questions as she points at the ears on her head)

{ㅡpoking his tongue out to swipe it across his lips after finishing off the meal she personally cooked for him, sen emitted a satisfied sigh, he felt nothing but fed and complete that it's like his body was instantly energized, it is really good not skipping a meal, and eating more than what the body deserves, setting the utensils aside, he took the glass of water and finished it in a single rush, exhaling proudly afterㅡ now, back on slacking off} Hm. You can wear that if you want to. {ㅡlifting his (now) heavy mass from the stool, he took the bowls with him and placed it on the sick, unconscious that she was there to do those things for her, there still times that he acts like a single person in the house and he can't help it, everything was out of habit} Even if I own youㅡ {ㅡsuddenly his tone became serious as he opened another conversation} I'm hoping that you'll have your own sense of decision. If you want it. If you are happy wearing it, then you should. I guess, I will be okay with it as well. {ㅡ after the finale word, he marched back to the couch, but this time decided to clean his camera, would it be nice if dolls could live a life they wanted - something like their own.}

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

of course~ (/ she reassures with a delighted smile, her tail lightly swaying in response to her good mood.) i already have a lot programmed but if there’s something unique that you like, i’ll be sure to memorize it (/ she gathers the dirtied dishware and sets it into the dishwasher before moving to join him on the stool next to his. she doesn’t feel compelled to eat since its not a necessity for her so she just takes the time to watch the other enjoy the food she’s made with her two hands.) is it good? (/ she questions curiously once more, leaning her head into her arm thats propped up on the tabletop.) …sen. do you like me 1% better now? …. or maybe 0.00001%? (/ she asks completely seriously with eyes filled with an earnest curiosity once he’s finished a considerable portion of the meal)

{ㅡ ogling how the cheese melted on top of the noodles sprinkled amusement on his eyes, even though his lips didn't even shivered a smile, he dipped his chopsticks next, pinching the noodle strands until he conclude the kind of sogginess he wanted, then he began eating, the taste ㅡ as expected was perfect, it's something to look forward from a perfectly programmed doll, the miscalculations and mistakes are not prohibited, every actions are calculation, though thinking about that made him quiver a little, a little pondering thought that sometimes, the perfectionism is the scariest thing} It is good. I like it a lot. Thank you for cooking these for me. {ㅡhe said with a nonchalant voice, not a sign of sadness from earlier, or even a pinch of happiness, it was neutral, controlled and pale- so like him} Hm. I never dislike you, but yeah. {ㅡhe refused to look into her eyes, in fear to be mesmerized like the first time he laid his eyes on her, but he was honest when he gave her an approvalㅡ he doesn't hate her, and maybe, just maybe there's the possibility that he will like her - more than a 0.1%}

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

[...]

{ㅡ his head floating from the fulfilling taste exploding on his delicate cavern, sen looks up and nods for her} Really. Ahhh. I hope you'll be prepared, or should I install you a collection of recipe on your database? {ㅡhe licks his fingers, emitting a slurp and satisfied sound before he clinch the second onigiri she freshly prepared for her, nonchalantly devouring every bits and grains of it until half of his stomach was filled, from the distance, he watched as she prepared the second meal of the day - ramen, his sweat glands began moistening again as the aroma of the stew floated in the small kitchen, he sensed his stomach crumbled and eager to be fed, but he patiently waited for it. As his eyes ogle on how she lifted the pot, his forehead frowned and his brows weaved disturbingly} Aren't you supposed to use a mat? Whaㅡ {ㅡhis head shook in slight disbelief, standing from the stool he was in comfort for the past half an hour, he walked towards the refrigerator, cracking it open and scrutinized it briefly until he found the ingredient he was looking for, stretching his arm to fetch a slice of processed cheese, he marched back to the counter and plopped the cheese on top of the ramen, and then he smiled proudly} Better.

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ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ — 20131008

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Alright! Time to start off the month with an activity check — the follow accounts have not been active in a week and therefore will be placed on probation until further notice. You guys have until the Friday the 11th to check in with us or your character will be up for grabs — of course, you are all welcome to rejoin us after!

ᴜɴғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ !

iBORA

iDOHYEONG

iHANBYUL

iHARA

iHIMCHAN

iHYORIN

iHYUNGSEOK

iJAEJOONG

iKIKO

iLUHAN

iMINAK

iYERIM

iYONGGUK

iYOOCHUN

iZELO

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ㅡ ᴅᴀʏ 1

Aɢᴇ: 25

Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ: November 26, 1987

Hᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Black

Eʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown

Sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ/ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Japanese - Australian

Aᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ (ɪғ ᴀɴʏ): He has an obvious Australian accent

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 185cm / 6'½"

Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs: The word "Leap" inked upward on his neck's left side. Has two more tattoos on his inner arms; on the right says "don't try" and on the left says "don't think" but he crossed it out earlier that year.

Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs: Two in each ear.

Dɪsғɪɢᴜʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs: None

Sᴄᴀʀs: None

Dᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs? Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ? His parents used to call him 'Senny' and some of his friends calls him 'J' from his middle name. He was born in Japan, but raised in Australia from all his childhood. He moved back to Japan when he was an adult but migrated to Korea after marrying his late wife.

[❀]

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

(/ it’s a bittersweet end but she’s thankful to have had the chance at all. there’s a strange sense of emptiness as he relinquishes her hand but she decides not to dwell on it. there’s a more important matter at hand after all. she listens with great intent as he lists out his craving. she’d never made ramen before but the recipe stored in her memory space and her innate cooking skills programmed within her should prove to turn out well nonetheless.) yeah. what did you want in your ramen? (/ before he can reply, she’s already scurrying around the kitchen, grabbing the pots she needs. there’s a lot to prepare but she’s determined to do well. once she’s gathered all the ingredients she needs and set the water on the stove to boil, she focuses on finishing the rice balls first since they were the easiest to do. with quick skilled movements, the dish comes to life. there’s precision and skill in her actions although a sense of her personality comes through with the cooking, already visible as she forms the onigiri in the shape of a heart.) eat that first.~ (/ she says with a smile as she slides the plate over to him)

{ㅡhe was attentively scrutinizing her every movement as she started assembling those ingredient and paraphernalia to make his little request, later found nothing but amusement and impress from the skill she showcased in front of him; mainly because he's not a good cook, and he pretty much hated the kitchen, staring at finish product exhaled an awe from him} I just feel like eating oneㅡ Mom used to cook a lot of ramen when I as a kid. {ㅡhis head bounced into a nod, a quick recollection of his childhood flashed, and a flick on his chest woke him back to reality, the simmer of the broth became an appetizer, he could sense his mouth sweating from expectation, he followed his gaze at her, and left blank for a second when she handed him a heart shaped onigiri} I'm going to eat the heart. Thank you. {ㅡtaking them with both hands, he took his first bite and carefully munched it, delightful taste swam on his mouth as he devoured the simple rice made meal} It's good, really.Can I have more? {ㅡwhen he finished the first heart, he licked the grain of rice sticking on his fingers, sometimes making a slick sound and slurp}

⌘ 「ＴＲＡＣＫＥＲ」

[ p ] Rascal & Shutter ㅡ Hara

[ p ] Chain Smoking ㅡ Hyuna

[ s ] Roll your stone ㅡ Soyeon

[ s ] No hope left ㅡ Soohyun

spring ( writing for; )

[ p ] Love in a box ㅡ Sumin

[ s ] Cat ears ㅡ Sumin (msg)

[ s ] Untitled ㅡ Yoohwan

summer ( plotting with; )

All of you we need to plot.

fall ( to do; )

plot page

i should really do this omg

cancelled

[ p ] Curiouser ㅡ Suzy ( casually steals the open para)

[ s ] Untitled — Sojin

#`tracker

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

(/ where she falters, sen takes charge and she can’t recall a time that she’s felt happier than this. the only thing that runs through her mind is that, it fits. she could spend the rest of her life looking at the way their hands fit perfectly together and in some ways thanks to her memory space, she can. unable to suppress the overwhelming joy, her smile widens from ear to ear as she willing lets herself get pulled along.) y-yeah. of course! (/ she eagerly nods, eyes forming crescent moons at how wide her smile is.) what do you want to eat? (/ she hums in anticipation, reluctant to let go of this moment. there’s no guarantee it’ll happen again because up until this point, the man’s hardly even showed much interest in her. a million questions pop up in her mind as she stares in admiration. was he finally opening up his heart to her a little? had her surprise been a success? the prospects are so exciting that she can feel the tension in her gears from turning so fast, threatening to steal her smile in that cursed flaw of hers.)

{ㅡthey had reached the kitchen counter before he could even realized it, a part of his coated heart mewled a dissatisfaction for he had to let go of her hand sooner than he thought; now that the sole camouflage of holding her hand ended in just a snap; he silently nagged himself that he should have walked slowly instead but in the midst of it, he halted. why is he holding her hand again? it was intentional, right? the moment their fingers lingered together awaken the longing feeling of 'wanting' and 'yearning' and for all he realized, he was tightly, and softly holding her hand; there was no sense of regret though, it felt-- perfectly fine.} Just hand groceries from yesterday, I feel like eating some noodles today though. Do you know how to make a ramen? {ㅡthe pause of his built against the kitchen counter sent the finale of the scene as their hands slowly departed from each other; him taking the lead, he walked around the counter, and sat on the high stool, prompting his elbows and catching his chin with his palm} I also want rice balls, and miso soup. {ㅡhe tilted his head, the after effects of her hands reached his bony cheeks, that soon faded away, him mentioning those list of delicacies he always had from home sent him another recollection, he remembered the earlier message of his mother, of how she loved himㅡah, he misses people again}

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

(/ she watches the other with doting eyes, feeling the rest of the world fade away until it’s just the two of them alone.) yeah. (/ she confirms with a nod. when he doesn’t seem to understand her though, she gives him a light pout.) to eat of course. (/ she teases with a straight face before laughing a bit. she hesitates to spit out the real reason at this point, suddenly feeling bashful about her thoughts. of course, she doesn’t want to give up just at that. she lets her eyes wander around the room, for once taking them off the older man, as she stalls for a few seconds. when her curiosity finally exceeds her nervousness, she decides to just show the man instead of explaining it. hesitantly, sumin reaches over and loosely laces their fingers together. a small smile forms at the fascinating sensation of feeling the warmth of his hand and she can’t help but wonder if their hands would fit perfectly together if she only clasped a little tighter.)

{ㅡbeing close to someone, even if it's a friend or mere stranger had been part of his work, ever time he would spend a shoot with another model, intimacy is supposed to be part of his common sense, if you'll put it that wayㅡ if you'll put Sen back in the runaway, or photo studio, he would touch any kind of people, color or perfume with no second thoughts; he had grown into skinships as well, how may hugs, and kisses he had sent to people dear to him? he actually lost count of it, before, being with someone, sharing even the smallest form of affectionㅡa touch would mean so much for him, that's why he always try offer those touches whenever he got the chances, to show to those he love the appreciation, and his ultimate affection to them. it's kind of sad though that he lost that drive after} I'm starving. {ㅡhe confessed with his low timbre, standing from the couch he found solitude for a moment (and shared that tingling session with her), his larger palms connected with hers nonchalantly clasped before she could pull it away, fingers folded and hooked in between hers, sharing the natural warmth of his hands, he stood there for a second, dragging her along as he began walking towards the kitchen} You're going to cook for me, right? {ㅡhe looked over his shoulders, eyes remained lazy with expression with hint of anticipation}

What would it take to make you smile?

Sometimes I wonder if some people were born for tragedies; that the love they come across is just a calm before the storm. That finding love in their lives is just like ironing bed sheets and heartbreaks they come across are the anchors to their sanity. Sometimes I wonder if those people think that sadness is really sadness and happiness is really happiness. Sometimes it feels as though they aren’t that sadness is the gorgeous pallet that helps paint the soul and happiness is the dull shade of gray that causes you nothing but confusion.Sometimes I wonder if I am one of those people; made for a tragedy and delights in sorrow. And then I begin to worry. But then I find peace in the idea that I can be both. I don’t think I want to smile again.

#`hc;tldr #`anon

i-mhyuna-deactivated20131026

❛ Chain Smoking❜ ㅡ「Hyuna & Sen」

Her strong gaze lowered to the sight of the box with one of the sticks poking out. Her hand reached out for it, the cigarette slipping out of the box with complete ease. The cigarette positioned itself in between her fingers, as if it had familiarity with Hyuna’s hands from the endless days of having it as the only companion, along with the strong sting of alcohol running down her throat.

Hyuna rose the bottom of her dress up to her knees. The red dress was uncomfortable and tight from top to bottom, which made it difficult for her to move freely. As her bottom reached the cold pavement, she let out a content sigh and wiggled her toes that had been trapped together in her heels. “Ah~ This feels good.” She felt relaxed enough to forget about her club and the rowdy people in it.

“You must have a lighter too, no?” She asked, raising the hand with the cigarette up.

#i-mhyuna #`pr:chainsmoking

Sen's brow curved as he glanced at the woman who soon sat beside him. He scooted a little to the alternate side, giving enough space for the both of them; and for her not to take away his personal space. After another puff of smoke, and her taking a stick from his box, he nonchalantly slide his cigarette box backed to his coat pocket and soon looked for the lighter. I'm not finished. He only have two hands, how can he possibly search for his lighter and hand her a stick at the same time? Given that he's also consuming his nicotine. "Here" He simply responded. His now cold hands coming from the depths of his coat pocket made it's exit again, and motioned towards her. He handed her a plan silver lighter he had since he started smoking. "Ain't nothing than prepared."

❛ cat ears and tails ❜

(/ she anxiously awaits for rejection while savoring every second she can. but three seconds becomes ten and then a whole minute goes by without him casting her aside and she figures she’s experiencing what the humans call the fluttering of her heart.) i listened well. i really like your song~ (/ she praises with a gentle smile, tilting her head a bit so she can peer at him from the corner of her eyes.) it’d be really nice if you could sing for me in the future. (/ she adds with a slight hum to her tone. it’s the first time he’s been so open to her and her happiness with his actions is visible from her every word to her every expression. she knows she shouldn’t push her luck too far but she can feel her greed grow for more. was it such a wrong thing to want acceptance from the man she would love for the rest of her life?) sen, can you give this to me? (/ it’s her trademark question but rather than a shirt or a pen or photograph of his, this time the girl points at his hand. she’s always wanted to hold his hand or even hook her arm in his but she’s always restrained herself knowing that he probably wouldn’t like it. today was a day of firsts though so she figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. she coyly smiles as she bats her eyes at him, willing him to agree in any way possible)

{ㅡfailed to consume enough power to reject her until slowly, he finally gave in, the feeling of her head resting on his shoulders wasn't as bad as he thought of, it was really warm, and it felt like it ease the burden resting on his shoulders, it was like a comfort, in a very strangely manner (for him), her head that supposed to add weight on his boarders lifted those mass away, strange, but good strange. time passed before them, and he slowly forgotten about the mere reality that there's a little space between them, the scent from her hair had become a part of his oxygen, and his body leisurely relaxed, he condone the idea of thinking, and unconsciously savoir the moment; it wasn't a bad scenery to protest} Hm. In the future? I don't think I'll be singing againㅡ unless I lost in some kind of bet, again. {ㅡhis lips pursing again, the tip of his tongue peaking out to swipe the lips into moisten, he gulped dry but a little loud, he had forgotten that his heart was still missing a few beats; consciously aware of everything} Give you what? {ㅡhis eyebrow arched in slight perplexity from her request, he moved his gaze from the nothingness (and a little blur) to look at where she pointed her finger, his brow creased more} My hand? What are you going to do with it? {ㅡhis eyes blinked a couple of times, trying to process what she's possibly plotting}