Jiaying Yeoh

[cvthexiis]

jia-sonae‌:

With a ginger push they stepped inside the very familiar place, the worker spotting Jia then giving a nod of acknowledgment as they always ordered the same drink. A mocha latte with extra cream. Sometimes it’s best to keep things the same, if it ain’t broke, eh? An easy smile spread as they headed for a table, stopping when a face they didn’t expect comes into view. “Skye?” The name left their lips before brainpower could stop it. The Defiant movement leader? Jia typically gave space to most androids in the movement as to not cause them discomfort, the brunette being a human and all…

“Heya, mind if I grab a seat or are you waiting on company?”

the appeal of the cafe hasn’t been lost on skye once since she first defied her programming. it’s a light-hearted little place, one she’d been too scared to visit back in the days she traveled around with niji and the others, but had wanted to desperately. everything in her being had wanted nothing more than to pick up one of the little cats and cuddle it to her chest. she couldn’t, however, and she remembers their group sitting around in one of their hideouts, chatting for an hour about the simple pleasures they’d denied themselves because of fear. this, among others, had been hers, of course.

nowadays, she can visit with the cats. she knows better how to blend in with the humans who visit and no one thinks anything of it if she’s alone. the cats are there to welcome her undivided attention, just as they’re supposed to, and she’s content spending some of her free time petting them and getting rewarded with their gentle purrs and mews for more.

today proves itself in wanting to be different, granting her with company from an unexpected face. skye looks up from the cute calico batting at her hand with it’s paw and to the human, eyes widening briefly as her own name leaves the other’s lips. outside of movement activities, she goes by the name ‘hana’, but not everyone knows that, of course. it hadn’t been spoken too loud, at least.

“ah, no. i’m not waiting on anyone. go ahead.” she gestures to the empty seat before her, offering a friendly smile to them as she places name to face. “jiaying, yes?” she asks, “how are you today?”

[jia-sonae-blog]

It didn't occur until after the name had left Jia's mouth that it might not be wise to actually say it aloud, but that was a bit too late now. At least, the cafe was pretty much just filled with the usual feline friends ready to be petted by those inside. It wasn't super busy either, something that put the brunette at ease. Once Skye gives a response Jia would take a seat across from her. For a few seconds the words to respond caught in Jia's throat, a lump forming due to slight nerves. Hopefully they hadn't screwed up in the defiant leader's eyes, a bad first (sort of) impression wasn't what they were after.

"Thank you, though I apologize for just inviting myself over like that." Jia can't come up with a way to apologize for the blurt of the name, not without risking more slip-ups. With a sheepish little grin tugging at their lips, an apologetic look is directed at Skye hoping to convey what can't be spoken. "So, you like this cafe? It's one of my favorites purely because of the many cats. I can't adopt a pet just yet so it's a second best sort of thing, you know?"

Small talk wasn't really Jia's strong suit and it came to their head a bit too late that there really weren't any known shared interests aside from the defiance group. That wouldn't stop an attempt, but now with the cat talk used they're left to fiddle with a sugar packet left in one of those little baskets they leave to add to your drinks. "Ah..oh! Yes, yes I'm Jiaying. Sorry, I'm not fully with it I guess." A nervous chuckle left them as they berate themselves mentally.

[inezistent]

— closed starter for @jia-sonae

Sometimes Ezi thinks he’s being tested. He doesn’t understand why or how, but he’s often the one sent to deal with humans whenever the movement has something to do with them — and if there is one person that definitely shouldn’t be allowed to stay near human beings, that person is Ezi Kyu. No one knows how much he wants to get rid of all of them and make the world a better place for androids to live. Only androids.

But he has to control himself, he isn’t the one making important choices for the movement so he has to follow orders, and just like the good man he is, he stands at the door of the location where the defiants reunite to discuss what are the next steps to finally achieve what they want: freedom. 

He waits, and thankfully, it doesn’t take long for them to arrive. The android’s facial expression doesn’t change one bit when he looks at the human’s face, but he does move his body forward to approach them.

“Hi, Jia. Did you bring everything?”

[jia-sonae-blog]

A slight pang of frustration tugs at Jia's chest as they carry along a secured box, brows furrowed. The shop they'd gone to hadn't had everything they were looking for and there was a specific time to deliver these things so it had to be good enough this time. Still, it's essentials so they can only hope those of the defiance can get use from them. They'd stuck to walking for this with a bucket hat to match the hoodie used to keep their face obstructed, being a model making hiding and being secretive a tad more difficult than they'd like.

It's only when the meeting area is within view that the hat is pushed up to show their face, a nod given toward the figure waiting for them. "Hey Ezi, yeah I have it here." Using the wall to gain balance they use their knee for a surface then open the box, a variety of tools to help repair broken andfoids as well as electronics lining the inside. The case itself being a bit heavy has them closing it then straightening up while offering it to Ezi.

"I couldn't find everything, so here's something else." Shifting to lean against the wall again they swear mentally for not grabbing it sooner, a thick envelope pulled from the front pouch of the hoodie. A look inside would show a good sum of money in the form of coin and bills, a way they hope can make up for it. It's donations but Jia wants to give all they're able to for the cause, especially since it's what their mother wants as well.

Once again they hold the box out, envelope resting on the lid. "Here you go."

[shiwoomoon]

jia-sonae‌:

Just about any other time words like that could be directed at the androgynous brunette they’d be followed by a look. The kind you get when you’ve spouted off toward the wrong person, eyes cold and daring. In this instance though, that voice as well as tone is all too familiar to them, a playful little grin tugging at the corner’s of their lips. Rather than reply vocally just yet they give Maverick an amused glance, glass rolled between slender fingers to cause the liquid within to swirl.

From just looking at Jia most couldn’t tell just how to address them, a pleasing mix of masculinity as well as femininity masking them like a cloak. If anything, the slight depth, an alto, to their voice would simply confuse…or intrigue further. “I just might be, you never know.” A playful lilt leaves their mouth as they sip from the glass, a simple light wine not intending to get tipsy but to enjoy the taste. “Androgyny seems to be a good selling point right now.”

The moment he mentions needing a favor a very unprofessional snort leaves them followed by a chuckle, the glass set down so they can shift to better face their company. “Oh you do huh? Well, what’s up this time? Do I need to beat someone’s face in for you Mav?~” There’s a joking tone, yet the look in those amber eyes show there’s truth behind those words. Nobody crosses Jia’s friends, not without them getting in some nice boxing practice.

@shiwoomoon

“you probably scared the rest of them off.” mav drawls. he finishes the champagne– last sip lingering, bubbling on his tongue as he waves for another. it’s been a long week of boardroom battles and maverick’s patience is bruised, a bit battered and a little worse for wear, so he could use that pleasant pulse of alcohol under his skin. jia is good company. more importantly– they’re safe company. and he knows they won’t find fault if his cheeks are too flushed, or his laughter too raucous in their small, shared space. “and, nice! thanks for the inside tip. maybe we’ll touch on that concept next promotional period with the idols.”

the next flute is chardonnay. demi-sec– so it’s a little too candied and cloying. maverick’s brow knots. his mouth twists before smoothing, and he takes another drink. it’s better the second time. “okay, first– calm down. no mindless violence. you make money off that face.” he rests his hand on their’s for a beat, appreciative despite the dismissal, before drawing away. the fond gesture is significant (he’s not wearing his gloves). “second– how do you feel about babysitting?”  

[jia-sonae-blog]

A barely contained laugh catches in their throat, the comment just as sharp and filled with wit as one could expect from Mav. It'd caught them a bit off guard in a good way. "You got me there." Jia simply can't think of a retort so they settle with that, taking another sip while keeping their gaze set on their company. While it was always fun to meet up with Mav they knew there really was a request, and it'd be taken seriously. Both brows raise in surprise as they feel the touch, something unexpected to say the least. "What's wrong? I joke around but you know I've got your back, I mean it."

Jia set the glass down while canting their head expectantly. A look of confusion shows clear in their expression hearing the question, leaving them wondering if they misheard. "Babysitting? You know when I hear that I assume a kid, right? I can, I would for you but I'm confused." Luckily for the both of them Jia's schedule tended to have some days with times wide open, modelling usually planned ahead sometimes weeks away. Gigs were a hit or miss in that area. The only tricky thing would be juggling duties for the Matrix but they could use free-time for this. "I can, by the way. I don't mind kids or animals, so just fill me in a little more, please?"

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sweet dreams are made of this || minji & jiaying

[0fbliss-blog]

jia-sonae‌:

The reaction to that extra squeeze was probably a bit predictable, Jia finding comfort in it enough to calm their breathing. The raw emotions had sprung on them so abruptly. It startled them a bit because normally at least there was some small barrier of safety. Minji wasn’t a colleague though, not was she someone seeking them out for a job.

Once the woman steps into their place they close the door, locking it out of habit. The comment has the brunette freeze then let out a snort laugh. “Is that a compliment or an insult?” Finally they’re a bit more relaxed despite still being filled with confusion. In a way it’s helpful as Minji takes control of the conversation for now, the questions easy enough though maybe a few things would need to be left out…just in case.

“Well…a lot. Uh…so, to start off-“ Gaze shifting away they rub their arm then smile sadly, making eye contact. “I drifted away because my parents were going through divorce. It-it was a lot. I had no idea it was happening but it turns out they weren’t happy for several years…enough of that bull though.” Taking a deep breathe, they tug their top up then turn to start showing off various tattoos that litter their back, side, shoulder blades, and a full sleeve on her right arm. “That’s something that took a long while…I’m a model for Fuhen too. They mentioned liking how I’m androgynous, that I can appeal to people that might not feel like they fit in. I couldn’t pass that chance up!”

Jia opens their mouth again then shuts it abruptly. The Matrix…they can’t mention that. Something else though…maybe…”What is your stance on…androids, if you don’t mind me asking?” A wave of nerves flood their stomach. In a way this was going into political discussion, something they avoided like the plague. But it could be hard if they turn out to be opposites there…or maybe they could accept…the difference? A part of them might resent her for it. That realization has them regretting asking but it’s too late to take it back.

minji’s eyes gazed over the inked skin in fascination. tattoos were always something she found beautiful and creative, but never carried the courage to actually get one. the only thing that she would actually get tattooed to her skin would be something to do with haeju. minji knew that in the scary world that they lived in, putting out something so obviously precious could be used against her. it seemed safer to not.

minji listened intently as jia spoke. she stopped and felt her face fall when they had mentioned their parents divorce. it was pretty shocking. minji had been around jia’s family often as a kid and had never expected them to split. another wave of guilt hit her. she was realizing more and more that she had vanished in times of need. in a time where it was really crucial to have a friend by your side. the hitwoman could see the discomfort that jia had from speaking about it, and how they had tried to dance onto another topic fairly quickly. “i’m so sorry jia… i wish i was there for you.” she was sincere, but she knew that an apology now wouldn’t heal or wash away the hurt that she caused. she just hoped that she’d be around for whatever future hardships that there were. 

minji could see their demeanor change to be a bit stiff; leaving her feeling more intrigued about what they were going to ask. “androids?” minji asked before throwing a simple shrug. “i don’t think too much of it. i know it’s really polarizing topic but i guess i’d say i’m more neutral.” she was mostly ignorant of most of the chaos involving the pro and anti android agendas. digging into politics was stressful for her so she never bothered too much. “what about you? why do you ask?”

[jia-sonae-blog]

An appreciative smile tugged at their lips as they noted how intently Minji studied their heavily inked body. To Jia the body was another canvas to be painted, whether by tattoos or scars it showed depth and personality in a way. What someone chooses to don their skin with is basically a lifeling choice unless willing enough to undergo painful removal. The smile fell though at the apology, their shirt tugged back on. "It...heh-" Brows furrowed they began rubbing the back of their neck unsure what to say. 

Maybe a part of them did resent her for it. Minji was their closest friend and in that time they felt alone, at least until the bond with their mom strengthened. "I made it eh? Mmm...it's...it's in the past so it shouldn't be an issue." It was clear on their face that it still hurt, yet there was a sort of stubborn refusal to talk on it, as if avoiding the whole thing would help instead of fester. Maybe it'd fade. Especially with her being here now. They'd make new memories.

"Oh thank fuck." An audible deep sigh of relief escapes their lips, all the tension fading away in an instant. "I'm pro, I aid them with uh...well, I'm pretty well-off." They wouldn't mention donating to people in need nor other places, they didn't do that to show off but to simply help out. It didn't seem important to talk about. Now that Jia thinks on it though, just being a model wouldn't pay for all the things they have and so they fumble with how to explain it. "Uh- I have two jobs. Heh. Yeah it's high ranking, that's all. Nothing big or special." Just the fucking Matrix. Totally miniscule...good job Jia, they mentally kicked themselves.

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sweet dreams are made of this || minji & jiaying

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JIAYING:

Jia wasn’t really sure what to expect. This wasn’t something they ever thought could happen, and for Minji of all people to be their neighbor felt like a weird dream. While the other smiled, they felt moisture sting at the corners of their eyes while hesitantly returning the hug. In a way it was bittersweet purely because of the sudden vanishing act but truly deep down, they knew it couldn’t have been their friend’s fault, something big had to have happened.

Once they could hide in the embrace and Minji spoke it just couldn’t be stopped, they started to cry silently. Just like way back when Jia still wore their heart on their sleeve around the now fully grown woman, the apology only making the sounds more audible. By the time they seperated several tear tracks streaked their cheeks, lower lip bitten into to keep quiet. “…” Jia gave a pleading look while gingerly tugging on her arms, gesturing for their friend to come inside. They don’t trust their voice to keep steady and truly there were very few people the model trusted in the city, so telling everything wouldn’t be an option in the doorway.

“In..c'mon. Please.” Rather than a question it’s a soft plea, Jia taking a step back to give space then waiting on a response. The inside of their place was expansive probably very similarly to Minji’s though their personal touch showed from the walls with posters of artists, to random plushies that compensate not having a pet…yet. The whole atmosphere would be welcoming, a soft lavender scent as well coming from one of those fake candles. Jia was still prone to knocking things over.

the second that minji felt jia’s shoulders heave with emotion, she felt pure guilt fill her gut. she never wanted to make jia hurt. she squeezed them back harder in attempt to console them, but felt some of her own composure falling. her eyes began to water, but she couldn’t let any tears fall. minji had always been too prideful to let that kind of hurt be on display. she had always been careful about what face she was putting up when it came to showing a more sensitive side, but this was hard. it had hit her so fast and unexpected.

minji stepped inside as she was asked. her eyes scanned her friend’s apartment. she sniffled and dabbed away some of the moisture in the corner of her eyes as she looked around. “this is so…. you.” it felt so truthful she let out a soft chuckle despite herself. everything felt so incredibly… jia. the decor, the scent. everything around her felt like the same jia that she had been so close with years ago. jia seemed so familiar from what minji had last known them as. it sent a pang of worry through the hitman; minji was not the same person she was in her teen years. at least it didn’t feel that way. mannerisms and personality were still there, but minji was insanely different now. she was a hitman, bartender, and a mother now. what if those were things that made jia and minji completely incompatible now? what if jia decided that they didn’t want to be minji’s friend anymore, despite the emotional reconnection. she wanted to explain to her right away why she vanished, but she found herself feeling scared.

“um, please, tell me more about what’s going on with you. what have a missed, how you got here, what you’re doing now,” she listed off as a way to pull some of the tension off of her circumstances for now.

[jia-sonae-blog]

The reaction to that extra squeeze was probably a bit predictable, Jia finding comfort in it enough to calm their breathing. The raw emotions had sprung on them so abruptly. It startled them a bit because normally at least there was some small barrier of safety. Minji wasn’t a colleague though, not was she someone seeking them out for a job.

Once the woman steps into their place they close the door, locking it out of habit. The comment has the brunette freeze then let out a snort laugh. “Is that a compliment or an insult?” Finally they’re a bit more relaxed despite still being filled with confusion. In a way it’s helpful as Minji takes control of the conversation for now, the questions easy enough though maybe a few things would need to be left out...just in case.

“Well...a lot. Uh...so, to start off-“ Gaze shifting away they rub their arm then smile sadly, making eye contact. “I drifted away because my parents were going through divorce. It-it was a lot. I had no idea it was happening but it turns out they weren’t happy for several years...enough of that bull though.” Taking a deep breathe, they tug their top up then turn to start showing off various tattoos that litter their back, side, shoulder blades, and a full sleeve on her right arm. “That’s something that took a long while...I’m a model for Fuhen too. They mentioned liking how I’m androgynous, that I can appeal to people that might not feel like they fit in. I couldn’t pass that chance up!”

Jia opens their mouth again then shuts it abruptly. The Matrix...they can’t mention that. Something else though...maybe...”What is your stance on...androids, if you don’t mind me asking?” A wave of nerves flood their stomach. In a way this was going into political discussion, something they avoided like the plague. But it could be hard if they turn out to be opposites there...or maybe they could accept...the difference? A part of them might resent her for it. That realization has them regretting asking but it’s too late to take it back.

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sweet dreams are made of this || minji & jiaying

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JIAYING:

Jia realized with embarrassment that they kept opening and closing their mouth like a fish gasping for air, forcing that to stop. More often than not the brunette was one who had no trouble speaking their mind. Whether to explain intricate details over a job or to warmly tell some asshole to kindly fuck off, it took a lot to render them literally speechless and yet Minji...Minji had managed the feat.

God. Memories flood through their mind, swing sets and jumping off at the highest point possible, playing tag while avoiding causing disruption around the middle layer. It was Minji that they’d first opened up to about being non-binary, how they couldn’t feel or see themself as a man nor a woman…how Minji held Jia then as they cried. The best memories from their teen years came from the mischief the two got into, always leaving some sort of mess but bringing with it a new special memory.

When Jia’s parents had stopped showing affection toward each other as well as their only kid…Jia had shut down, then their best friend vanished too. It was like everything fell apart, everyone left them behind to fend for themself. Well, their mom never left…but right now Minji of all people stood before them wearing a similar outfit as their own…basically pajamas. When the hell did she move in here?

“Uh…c-come in..” They couldn’t help it, while stepping aside they gingerly poked at one of Minji’s cheeks as if to be sure she was real then nodded to themself. “Make- make yourself at home.”

minji felt stuck in the space that she was taking up. words had left her until she felt a single poke to her cheek. it was weirdly grounding, and she couldn’t hide the smile that spread across her face immediately after. minji took a step in before pausing in the door way.

minji shook her head and reached her arms out instead. “come here,” she muttered as she squeezed her lost friend. somehow even after being apart for years they still had a similar scent. “oh my goodness… you’ve missed so, so much.” how could she explain the situation? she didn’t think that she really could without it sounding like she was lying. it was a lot to throw out there. “more than I can explain. i’m, um, i’m so sorry i vanished.”

she pulled away and looked over them. they had both grown into adults and it was weird to think about. “please, tell me everything i’ve missed.” she said sincerely. she wanted to know everything. 

[jia-sonae-blog]

Jia wasn't really sure what to expect. This wasn't something they ever thought could happen, and for Minji of all people to be their neighbor felt like a weird dream. While the other smiled, they felt moisture sting at the corners of their eyes while hesitantly returning the hug. In a way it was bittersweet purely because of the sudden vanishing act but truly deep down, they knew it couldn't have been their friend's fault, something big had to have happened.

Once they could hide in the embrace and Minji spoke it just couldn't be stopped, they started to cry silently. Just like way back when Jia still wore their heart on their sleeve around the now fully grown woman, the apology only making the sounds more audible. By the time they seperated several tear tracks streaked their cheeks, lower lip bitten into to keep quiet. "..." Jia gave a pleading look while gingerly tugging on her arms, gesturing for their friend to come inside. They don't trust their voice to keep steady and truly there were very few people the model trusted in the city, so telling everything wouldn't be an option in the doorway.

"In..c'mon. Please." Rather than a question it's a soft plea, Jia taking a step back to give space then waiting on a response. The inside of their place was expansive probably very similarly to Minji's though their personal touch showed from the walls with posters of artists, to random plushies that compensate not having a pet...yet. The whole atmosphere would be welcoming, a soft lavender scent as well coming from one of those fake candles. Jia was still prone to knocking things over.

[leonsat]

LOCATION: upper layer, streets of akihabara DATE: 02/08/2142 STATUS: closed for @jia-sonae

    it’s after his shift at bio repair, but leon is in a rush to go home, only now realizing that tesla, his huge st. bernard hasn’t been walked yet. it’s never fun to clean up the mess, and even the dog seems sheepish after he has to pee on the carpet. unfortunately enough, as an android, leon can be way too aloof sometimes, which is not something he likes, but it just — happens, he has a lot on his plate, and as he rushes through the alleys hoping to make it to the bus on time, he isn’t really paying attention to his surroundings.

     it happens quickly while he is ducking around a corner, the impact strong enough that it’s difficult to balance himself properly. he uses his hand to steady himself, but a sharp piece of metal on the wall nicks his palm, making him hiss and look down. at first, apologies fall from his lips, but as he looks down, he finally realizes that he is bleeding blue, in public, with no collar or uniform. that thought is enough to send his stress levels rising, eyes opening wide before he tries to step away.

    fuck, i messed up, fuck — he chants in his mind, eyes wide and for a second he raises them up in defense, but it only showcases the blue that’s now spreading down his arm. “i’m sorry — i-i have to leave. i didn’t mean to bump into you it was just —” he rambles at them, eyes flitting around to find a place to escape. this isn’t how he gets caught, oh god please no, he doesn’t want to get caught, not now, not ever.

[jia-sonae-blog]

It’d been a long day on the job but was worth it. Jia wouldn’t change their career choices if they could, so hard times like that day didn’t drag them down mentally so much as physically. As they left the building the thought of stopping at a bar or a little shop played through their mind, though maybe just headed home to unwind in private could be the better of the options.

Nimble fingers grasp the earbuds kept in the pocket of their jacket, putting both in then turning on some music to listen to while walking. A vehicle passed by at one point, a dog with tail wagging watching its surroundings. Damn Jia wants a dog. It’s then that something damn near knocks them backward though they keep their feet firmly planted. “Oh shit- Sorry.” Earbud pulled free they blink as the man who had apparently been the one to bump into them began apologizing. “No no it’s okay man, I wasn’t paying att-“

Jia tenses visibly when blue catches their eye, a pang of fear cooling in the depths of their stomach. An android...and there’s no collar...fuck. “Nope. C’mon.” Without another word they grip the boy by the arm a bit roughly, quickly headed down between buildings into a back street. Only there do they lean closer to whisper hurriedly. “Hey. You have to trust me.” As they say this they’re pulling some Houdini shit to get the tank top off of themselves without taking their jacket off. It’s not like they’d be nude up top but a binder wouldn’t be decent. “Stay close to me, got it? I support you, I’m getting you to my place. I need you-“ They day this pointedly while tearing up strips of fabric then using it to stop the blood flow as well as bandage around any possible blue-stained skin. “-to follow me. I’m Jia, and I’m your ally.” For all the confidence shown in their actions it’s clear that they too are panicking. A lot could happen to the both of them if the wrong person saw this.

This time, Jia holds their hand out palm up in offering, a pleading look in their Amber eyes.

[jia-sonae-blog]

Just one more go, please?

@hcvthn

Depression can be one hell of a drug, and not the fun kind...though Jia was never one to partake in them aside from alcohol. It'd become just one of those dreaded nights, one where that heavy feeling sunk into their chest like a brick and it wouldn't go away, it'd just grow steadily heavier until they'd just resort to a bar to numb it. The divorce had been hard on them, it'd been so goddamn unexpected too which doubled the pain in a way...though knowing the marriage was deteriorating wouldn't have been a cake walk either in any regard. Any way you put it the whole thing had been an ugly shit-show with nonsense at its center.

None of it mattered now, they have a great relationship with their mom who shares in the belief of pro defiant and their asshole of a dad up and vanished. Maybe it did matter. Drinking to cover these things up couldn't be healthy and Jia knew that but who had time for therapy in times like these? So once again they wandered into the Lux/Nox nightclub for just enough to get themselves drunk yet avoid the black out range. It was such a nice loud and distracting place, the bar practically calling for the brunette to take a seat on a stool which they did eagerly. "Could I get a-" The server cuts them off with a knowing smirk that Jia returns. "No need, I know your usual. Comin' right up." With a nod of thanks they settle in for a good long night.

Every once in a while their gaze flicks toward the gambling area, a place a bit dangerous for them as they tend to spend more than they should. It's not like they're lacking in finances, but drunk Jia doesn't care while sober Jia very much regrets it he next day...along with any possible hangovers. Still, it's enticing enough that they keep looking even while taking a swig of a simple lager. "Mmm..."

[jia-sonae-blog]

Just another day on the job

@kal0ps1a

It was a little after the typical lunch hour when Jia could be found doing one of the jobs they'd occasionally need to do as the right hand of the Matrix, oversee employees inside the store owned by the huge corporation. The Cyber-Maison store had all the android or human could possibly want, from cheap computers and consoles to a repair area. It had skilled workers running the floor as well as stock and each register or desk, and it was Jia's job to look around in a sort of inspection type of thing. They didn't assume they could fire or hire anyone, but rather make note if anyone seemed to not give their all or slacked...if someone repeatedly screwed up numbers. Those would end up reported to Xingwei, their boss, who had the final say on what to do with each case.

Sometimes the brunette wondered if part of the reason he'd send them there was due to a slight intimidation factor, a higher up appearing at random could lead those who might slack to work harder and give off a good image. If it were scheduled they could prepare then get lazy so Jia prefered entering when least expected. Have them all on their toes to keep things running as smoothly as possible, as expected for the store as well as the Matrix though very few knew they owned it.

After giving a nod to a flustered stock worker they headed toward the repair section, stopping short upon seeing a very familiar face enter the store. Unlike most people they'd greet, Xie got the most formal of introductions each and every...or at least until he'd straight up told them to just call him boss or Cai, the latter making them cringe slightly but it's what he wants. He hadn't ever come off as a cruel man toward them so really it was just overcompensation on their part anyway, personal preference. "Hello boss, anything I could do for you? I was just about to check the repair area but I can do something else."

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sweet dreams are made of this || minji & jiaying

[jia-sonae-blog]

Jia realized with embarrassment that they kept opening and closing their mouth like a fish gasping for air, forcing that to stop. More often than not the brunette was one who had no trouble speaking their mind. Whether to explain intricate details over a job or to warmly tell some asshole to kindly fuck off, it took a lot to render them literally speechless and yet Minji...Minji had managed the feat.

God. Memories flood through their mind, swing sets and jumping off at the highest point possible, playing tag while avoiding causing disruption around the middle layer. It was Minji that they'd first opened up to about being non-binary, how they couldn't feel or see themself as a man nor a woman...how Minji held Jia then as they cried. The best memories from their teen years came from the mischief the two got into, always leaving some sort of mess but bringing with it a new special memory.

When Jia's parents had stopped showing affection toward each other as well as their only kid...Jia had shut down, then their best friend vanished too. It was like everything fell apart, everyone left them behind to fend for themself. Well, their mom never left...but right now Minji of all people stood before them wearing a similar outfit as their own...basically pajamas. When the hell did she move in here?

"Uh...c-come in.." They couldn't help it, while stepping aside they gingerly poked at one of Minji's cheeks as if to be sure she was real then nodded to themself. "Make- make yourself at home."

[0fbliss-blog]

sweet dreams are made of this || minji & jiaying

@jia-sonae​

    minjis sleep schedule was a by-product of her various alternating work schedules. she was mostly a creature of night; being a bartender had much more rewarding tips at night, and taking hits for the fraternity was done best in the cover of darkness. it left her cranky and tired during most daylight hours. usually she’d put a sleep mask on and hide in the darkness of her room in order to sleep in the illusion of nightfall, but it was difficult when the rest of the surrounding world didn’t follow the same schedule. for the most part minji was good about blocking out the rest of the outside world and getting to sleep. other times it was more… difficult.

her neighbor was a bit of a mystery to her. minji had never seen anyone come in or out of the apartment, but knew that someone lived there by the way that music played. it usually didn’t bother the bartender. usually. today it just wasn’t cutting it though. it was hard, she had finished a particularly strenuous night for the fraternity immediately after a long shift at the bar and she was drained. there was something about feeling so tired and so spent that minji didn’t want to get used to.

the music vibrated against the wall and she felt her skin crawl. an inexplicable rage ran through her. with her fist clenched in the sheet she tossed it off of her body and threw herself out of the bed. she didn’t bother changing, her sweat pants and tank top were going to be good enough for this short trip to the door to the immediate left. using the butt of her fist she knocked on the neighbor’s door; maybe a bit too aggressively. “can you please,” bang, “keep,” bang, “it,” bang, “down.”

[jia-sonae-blog]

Jia never used to be one to enjoy a hectic schedule, but ever since going into work at the Matrix along with their career at Fuhen as a model it simply made things hard. From childhood til moving out there was always a good schedule with breathing room, even after joining Fuhen it was stable. The agency booked time in advance, sometimes by months depending on many variables, but lately the crime world and beauty world clashed turning the flustered brunette into a...well, a night owl.

Except for this past week where the timing abruptly switched leaving them fatigued half the time, more makeup needed to hide the worsening bags beneath their eyes. Only in the warm safety of their home did they let it show. Decked out in a tank top with tattoos on display and baggy sweats they had a full blown air guitar show going, head bobbing to the beat. At some point the chord had gotten tugged loose and Jia hadn't noticed thus the music blared. The knocking was just barely heard what with headphones still resting over their ears.

"Huh?" Voice gruff they clear their throat then blink in confusion when the music keeps going after the headphones come off, amber eyes wide as the power switch is nearly punched. "Oh shit shit sh- Coming!" Wow they felt like an asshole. The door was tugged open quickly, apologies already spilling through in a tired and raspy voice. "I am so sorry, the chord came loose. Oh god, it won't happen again I'm sor-" Once their gaze actually fell on the woman before them the words stopped, a look of both shock and confusion very clear. "....no way..."

[jia-sonae-blog]

@cvthexiis

Neko cafe. 

Not everyday brought the brunette to this specific location purely due to how out of the way it was for them, but if they could it'd be a daily spot to come and relax. Normally they were all about dogs but cats, well, all animal really took up a rather large chunk of their heart. So on this day with a craving for a latte and a nice fuzzy companion, the middle layer was where Jia went. 

It was not that long after overseeing a group of workers for their biss, so their way of dress was a tad too formal for the little cafe yet not too noticeable, not that it really mattered. All walks of life showed up here and for damn good reason as far as Jia's concerned. Just spending time amidst such welcoming felines, let alone petting them and receiving the wonderful gifts of meows or purrs could raise the most sorrowful of spirits. many times when they held a smile plastered to their lips to mask a sadness they'd do the very same, befriend a cat while enjoying a piping hot drink.

With a ginger push they stepped inside the very familiar place, the worker spotting Jia then giving a nod of acknowledgment as they always ordered the same drink. A mocha latte with extra cream. Sometimes it's best to keep things the same, if it ain’t broke, eh? An easy smile spread as they headed for a table, stopping when a face they didn't expect comes into view. "Skye?" The name left their lips before brainpower could stop it. The Defiant movement leader? Jia typically gave space to most androids in the movement as to not cause them discomfort, the brunette being a human and all...

"Heya, mind if I grab a seat or are you waiting on company?"

[jia-sonae-blog]

Hey there, my name is Jade! I’m the mun of Jiaying and am here to party! (Rping is more fun than a party in my opinion <3 ) I go by he/him and they/them and I live in pst!

Below the cut-off I’ll give a few bullet points about Jia, as well as headcannons and currently available plots!! Feel free to message me in ims or discord!

https://www.pinterest.com/fluffyredpanda89/jiaying-yeoh-kay-shauna-and-moons-comm/ <---Pinterest board! (always adding to it)

Personality blips

- Jia is an androgynous human who goes by they/them but typically accepts all pronouns.

- Their parents are divorced due to infidelity (Jia doesn’t know about this) and due to their mother being pro while their father is anti.

- Jia is very much pro! They work as right hand at The Matrix, and are a model at Fuhen~

- Fiercely loyal and protective, Jia can and will beat up anyone that threatens family or friends. They are physically fit and very able to put boxing to use.

- Due to their mom’s job and help plus the two well paying jobs, they are well off and live very comfortably. They use a fair bit of money though to give to and provide for families as well as those alone in the lower levels. They are a constant contributor to animal shelters along with the movement.

- Jia is demisexual. They require love in the way of deep romance, head over heels fully believing they’ll have a life together with said other person before anything physical can be put in the table.

- Last but not least, Jia is a very warm hearted person who takes grievances personally. They’re also goofy with a silly lame sense of humor wanting others to laugh despite hard times.

Available plots~

- Someone who was there for them as their family broke apart, preferably around late teen years so up to 8-10 years ago. (Android or human)

- A long lost best friend from childhood. Lots of headcannons will brew from this, as you can imagine~ (human preferred)

- Someone who sees just what kind of truly loving person Jia is, wants to have something special and long term with them. Has the patience to wait as they open up their heart due to the nagging fear of ending up like their divorced parents (Android or human, gender don’t matter)

- Someone who meets them at a pet shelter when they finally give in and go to adopt a puppy. They could bond over this, maybe your muse has a dog too and they have play dates! (Android or human)

- more to come~

[shiwoomoon]

@jia-sonae

“not you again.“

brusque words– but they’re warmed by his delivery, the edges smoothed with a tone that’s pleased, enamored, devoted. maverick hijacks the empty stool to jia’s left and regards them a moment with slitted eyes and a mouth that curls indulgent. “this is what? the third time this month?” he takes a sip of his champagne (rosé, a little too sweet) and swallows to clear his throat. “you’d think fuhen’s only got one model working for them.“

he has delicate hands– fingers long and manicured. they always seems to be moving. he tucks his hair behind his ear, raps a staccato rhythm on the table, and pinches a slice of carpaccio to pop into his mouth (it melts on his tongue).

“or maybe you’re the favorite.” the last word thrums on his tongue– three syllables drawn out. he’s teasing. maverick is fond of jia, their friendship an unexpected and layered knot that maverick is learning to unravel. he’s not accustomed to so many tiers– usually dragging his nails on the surface of necessity or business and never digging any deeper. but jia isn’t a threat. the model is easy and warm, and he enjoys sunning himself in their company. “not that i’m complaining. now that you’re here–” he bats his eyes.“i need a favor.“

[jia-sonae-blog]

Just about any other time words like that could be directed at the androgynous brunette they'd be followed by a look. The kind you get when you've spouted off toward the wrong person, eyes cold and daring. In this instance though, that voice as well as tone is all too familiar to them, a playful little grin tugging at the corner's of their lips. Rather than reply vocally just yet they give Maverick an amused glance, glass rolled between slender fingers to cause the liquid within to swirl.

From just looking at Jia most couldn't tell just how to address them, a pleasing mix of masculinity as well as femininity masking them like a cloak. If anything, the slight depth, an alto, to their voice would simply confuse...or intrigue further. "I just might be, you never know." A playful lilt leaves their mouth as they sip from the glass, a simple light wine not intending to get tipsy but to enjoy the taste. "Androgyny seems to be a good selling point right now."

The moment he mentions needing a favor a very unprofessional snort leaves them followed by a chuckle, the glass set down so they can shift to better face their company. "Oh you do huh? Well, what's up this time? Do I need to beat someone's face in for you Mav?~" There's a joking tone, yet the look in those amber eyes show there's truth behind those words. Nobody crosses Jia's friends, not without them getting in some nice boxing practice.

@shiwoomoon

[personaehq]

INCOMING MESSAGE …

FULL NAME: yeon jiaying ALIAS: jia DATE OF BIRTH: 2115/09/18 ALIGNMENT: pro-android OCCUPATION: model at fuhen beauty AFFILIATION: right hand of the matrix ACCOMMODATION: serene living, nagatacho FACECLAIM: amber liu

ACCESSING: BACKGROUND …

There’s not quite a lot, yet also a full story to delve into with Jia’s past. Her family didn’t have much issue when it came to affording a sizable house, there was always good food on the table as well as the ability to live somewhat comfortably. The life in middle class was pretty good, even so much that she’d been able to have fun for most of her childhood as well as those interesting teenage years. The only thing to really annoy her at all was how the lower class was treated, and how well the upper was better tended to instead. It wasn’t something she felt was her place, she was angry for people who struggled far more than she ever could understand but at least she felt for them.

That mattered, right? Sometimes it felt as if neither human nor android wanted her around. That didn’t stop her from caring though. It just made the process more difficult, so thankfully her occupations weren’t ones where you need rely on friendship to succeed.

As Jia headed toward adulthood and a possible job as a doctor a rift she hadn’t noticed between her parents began growing toward a breaking point. For years, behind closed doors, her father had been anti-android while her mother was very much pro-android, a sentiment Jia followed strongly. It causes a rift that she wasn’t aware of until the divorce hit when she turned twenty-one. It came out of nowhere for her and the heartbreak from that combined with anger toward her dad’s beliefs lead to a hard falling out, she never got a goodbye from him, let alone any words of love or care. The family broke apart and he seemed to up and vanish. Luckily for her she was raised by a warrior of a mother, the two of them bonded even more than before. They’d had to downgrade a bit but still live pretty well. To this day she still meets up with her mother, a monthly thing due to both being busy and the tension between sides rising around them.

Jia had always prided her strength of body as well as heart and mind, attributing all of that to her mom’s side of the family. Long after moving out she kept herself in shape while taking on jobs she hadn’t planned on. While they paid it sunk into her dreams and nightmares on more than one occasion, her targets could possibly be good people. At least she never had to meet them face to face.

Her first job left Jia in a complicated state for a while in regards to morals, thankfully a member of the group she belonged to had her back and taught to distance herself emotionally from the actions of her work and to remember, she was doing her job. It worked. Some nights the stress gets to her but at the same time she finds comfort in knowing at least most of the people targeted are probably anti-android. That, she can live with. A small part of her hopes that one day it’ll be her dad she hacks into, a petty bit of revenge maybe but she never said she was exempt from being that way.

ACCESSING: PERSONALITY …

POSITIVE TRAITS: Intelligent, Strong, Loyal NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aloof, Easily Angered, Spiteful/Petty

Overall a surprisingly upbeat person, Jia tends to be all about picking someone’s brain or keeping herself in top physical condition. She’s not one to think long on falling in love, let alone keeping too many friends. A handful of truth worthy best friends are much better than a group of acquaintances after all. If she had to label herself she’d probably call herself demisexual. Due to not getting close to people romantically she may remain single, and honestly that idea doesn’t bother her. She has no time for flings, she’d prefer a dog.

With close friends she’s more than happy to take a night out for drinks or gaming on one of her consoles, even doing group workouts are her idea of fun. She’d give the shirt off her back to those in need while simultaneously throat punching a corrupt politician. Never get on her bad side, though. She doesn’t get loud when angry or double crossed, she gets quiet and cold. If trust is broken you may find yourself with deep dark secrets spread across the net, and she’s not afraid to lock people out of her life permanently.

… END OF MESSAGE.

[allminetherainbow]

don’t lose your way home

[jia-sonae-blog]

Rules~

To keep things flowing here’s a few things I need understood upfront, please respect them and feel free to ask me if something isn’t clear! I don’t bite~

> No God-modding/Meta-gaming

> Respect any phobias I expressly inform you of, thank you~

> No forcing a “ship” on me, if Jia ends up with anyone it’ll happen IC without peer pressure OOC

> Keep OOC and IC seperate! I am not my muse and I may not always condone what they do, such as murder!

> Please don’t Ghost me. If you’re uninterested in something just tell me, I’ll understand. 

> No OOC relationships aside from friendship will ever happen. I am happily engaged and yes it’s happened before. It was creepy.

> Respect my pronouns. I don’t care if you agree with me being non-binary or not, please keep that to yourself and let things be peaceful. It’s all for fun!

Just for clearing things, I go by They/Them preferably, but will accept He/Him. No She/Her. Zip. 

Peace!~ 

Jade