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( This is stupid but can you explain your character? I want to interact with her but I'm not really sure how to? )

First things first, her history and all that is in the about and there isn't much that needs to be explained, at least from my perspective. But like I said, if you really need to be clarified, just ask. Jeana suffers from a psychological disorder called psychogenic fugue or fugue state as some psychologists like to call it. It's a disorder where one suffers a traumatic experience which then goes on to cause a person to momentarily "forget" their identity and claim an entirely new one, meaning that she has no idea who she used to be and she only knows of now. People suffering from psychogenic fugue normally wake up after a short period of time but there are cases where the recovery period is a long-lasting one and as the mun, I'm going to go with the latter because I think that works best with roleplay. I have a set date where I want her to "awaken" from her state but it's flexible so her awakening will happen according to how plots play out and such. But when the time comes, a lengthy self-para will be written and all relationships she had as Jeana will cease and new relationships will have to develop. Her personality will do a complete 180 as well, but that will be explained when the time comes.

Moving on from that, her disorder has been dealt with (which I think is what most people may be confused by). As for her occupation, she is a bartender when she doesn't have a target to kill for her main job as a contract killer. I have yet to play that role out but there's a para in my drafts I have to reply to which will touch on that-- sorry, I got a little sidetracked. If you want to interact with her the most obvious place to meet would be at the club when she is bar tending, but honestly, I want to save that for when I'm really out of ideas since I already have plots going around like that. She's a very blunt and straightforward king of girl but at the same time, she's quiet, meaning she only speaks out when she finds it absolutely necessary. She dislikes seeing wrong-doings despite her own wrong-doings as an assassin (another plot idea by the way, Jeana swooping in to save the day). Aside from the above I don't really know what else to say?

...If there's more you want to know, please feel free to ask! ]

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{`she approaches the other female carefully, tilting her head a little before dipping it into a small bow.} Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Bohyung.

{'it baffled her that regardless of the icy demeanor she carried, people, much like the girl before her, would still approach her'} I wouldn't say it's necessarily nice to meet you, but it doesn't seem too terrible either. Hello, Bohyung, I'm-- well, you may never find out.

[psych-facts]

I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.

Unknown  (via kaliforniaclique)

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kaevnz replied to your post:Hey there, I'm Lee Kaeun, and it's nice to meet you. [' smiles a little bowing her head ]

Friendship, company, such things— [’ nods a few times, as she examines the lady ]

Friendship... {'she held back a laugh at the preposterous request, choosing to merely shake her head'} Can't help you with that, but you're allowed to do as you please so I can't stop you if you feel like sitting down. {'jerks her chin in the direction of the empty chair across from her'}

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Hey there, I'm Lee Kaeun, and it's nice to meet you. [' smiles a little bowing her head ]

{'she quirked a brow at the female who came up to her oh so suddenly, it was as if she appeared out of nowhere-- if that was possible'} Lee Kaeun, there must be a reason for your sudden introduction. And just what exactly do you need from me?

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historiansehun

The sun was shining and Sehun was dreading the change in the weather. It had been nice with the calm and tolerable weather as of late, but soon it would grow terribly hot and the rains would come, making everything then humid. This wouldn’t be a problem if his apartment had a proper air conditioning system put in place, but it didn’t. He was left with only fans to let cool air in the mornings and evenings, and he was still saving up for a proper air conditioning unit to place in the window. Last summer was too hot, so hopefully this summer he’d be able to afford something to cool it down. For now, he was wandering the city to avoid going back to his apartment.

He had decided to go to a convenience store to buy some ice cream to help him cool down later in the night.

That is, until he was stopped.

“W-What? He looked back at the woman in front of him, raising an eyebrow at her. What could he really help anyone with? His skills were limited to sharing knowledge and that was the extent of it. Reluctantly, he stood in front of the woman and nodded his head. “Hello… what d-do you need h-help with, miss?”

Maybe appearing out of nowhere and stopping a stranger, who clearly had a place to be, wasn't a bright idea but desperate times called for desperate measures. It seemed that the man she approached was genuinely startled by her sudden appearance seeing as he stuttered as he spoke his first word, but she soon found after he began to speak again that it wasn't her appearance that caused his stutter, it was innate. Internally groaning at her luck of meeting inadequate strangers, she held her phone close to her and decided against asking the stranger for directions, he probably couldn't tell her anyway. And even if he managed to say something, she probably wouldn't understand him. Sighing softly, she pocketed her phone and bit her bottom lip once.

Holding both her hands up so her palms faced him she shrugged and shook her head, "Never mind." She turned on her heel and started to walk away, though she only got a few steps away before she turned back glanced at the stranger who had remained standing still. Perhaps it was the hot sun that made her thought process different than usual, different in terms of how she actually considered asking just where he was headed off too and if she could join-- if it was close. It wasn't like her, her personality wasn't anything of the sort but somehow she found her feet taking her back towards the stranger and her lips uttering the words, "Where are you headed?"

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[coral]

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

Kate Jacobs, Comfort Food  (via hwangmi)

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✚ Lucky Number Three

Two thin and nimble fingers, her index and middle, held the finely ground tobacco that was wrapped with paper and slid it out from between her teeth. Her eyes glanced down at what others deemed a "cancer-stick", a term that she never felt comfortable using despite the truth entailed within the name. A cloud of smoke left her lips as she exhaled, she watched as the smoke dispersed within seconds of exiting her lips and entering the dark, night sky. In many ways she felt that her and cigarette smoke were similar, she was here one second and gone the next, much like what happened just mere moments ago. But though smoke disperses, there is always a hint of it lingering about, much like how she leaves a bit of herself behind each time she finishes a kill. She's that confident she won't ever get caught.

Tapping her cigarette stick against the lavender glass ashtray that she molded for herself a few months ago, a soft sigh left her lips. It wasn't often that she had nights to herself like this, often times she had targets to finish off and drinks to mix at Club Ellui, but even the busiest people needed a break, and tonight was hers. As she lifted the small stick to her lips again she let her her eyes travel up to the dark sky that only a few stars inhibited, inhaling an abundance of air and smoke which caused a dry cough to emit from the deep of her throat. That happened more than anyone would expect for an experienced smoker like herself due to the fact that she often let her mind wander when a cigarette was in between her fingers.

She found that she could think better when the rest of her was busy inhaling and exhaling clouds of destructive air for a reason she didn't know. Setting her cigarette into the ashtray, she managed to catch her breath and breathe properly after her coughing fit, one that scratched at the back of her throat. A glass of water would have been a smart thing to guzzle but she convinced herself that she didn't need it, she convinced herself that she was fine, much like how she convinced herself that she no longer wanted to figure out what the blank parts of her memories encompassed. But deep down, she knew that she wanted to, she knew that one day she had to face her past in whatever form it came in. Maybe she wasn't ready for it now, but she would be, she had to be.

Curling her hand around her green lighter she had placed on the glass table alongside her astray, she brushed her thumb along the grey gear and ignited the flame, using her free hand to bring the unlit cigarette up to her lips once more, holding the lighter a lengths way from it. One inhale, two inhale, three inhale, the stick was lit. Little did she know, that foreshadowed how she would come across her past once more. One try, nothing. Two tries, nothing. Maybe a third, maybe three was her lucky number.

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"Kiss me."

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

A look of disgust clouded over the petite female's face at the repulsive words that the male spoke. The two had met once before but it was not a pleasant meeting, and if she could turn back time she would want to avoid their meeting at all, so the reason behind such words being spoken to her-- she didn't know. Narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms, an action that she often performed when she felt agitated at something, or someone in this case. A scoff, along with an eye-roll was what she gave the male before opening her mouth to speak. "Excuse me? I'd rather kiss a donkey's ass than you, not that there's much of a difference anyways." 

[labyrinth-of-thoughts]

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"

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i am mine. before i am ever anyone else’s.

in, nayyirah waheed     (via yuurako)

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Normally, Rosaline wouldn’t mind picking a fight with someone but this time she wasn’t really in the mood to deal with situations like these. The girl rolled her eyes at her remark and looked up at her. "If you don’t like it then feel free to piss off." She snapped and then turned her attention back to the river. 

She must admit that she didn’t quite like the fact that this woman was talking rather rude to her. It was something new to her, this human world and everything on it wasn’t something she was used to. Back in her realm everyone feared her and was respectful toward her. "Goddamn people.." She muttered to herself.

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Her eyes narrowed at the sudden hostility that she thought only resided in her tone of voice, but she had met her match, or that was what it looked like. It was surprising for her to find someone that was like her in terms of speech, most of the people she had come across in Seoul were well-mannered, at least on the surface. But judging from how the shorter female responded, Jeana knew she was in for a delightful conversation.

"Pretty sure I was here first, so if anyone should ‘piss off’, it should be you." She bent her index and middle finger into quotations around the vulgar words that were spoken by the female, words that she hadn’t expected to hear from someone who looked delicate. There was no point in continuing a conversation with someone who was equally as stubborn and hostile as she was, a lethal combination, but she never left a fight— be it verbal or physical— unfinished, and she wasn’t about to start now.