James L. Hyun

SHIELD Field Agent SSgt of the Marines (honorable discharge) Father (Independent RP blog. OC SHIELD. Multi-verse) Tacking - jimmypapa

[avenging-genius]

Washed Away (the Guilt but a Mark remained)

[avenging-genius]

When Tony came to himself he was distantly aware that he hurt. But desperately clinging to a dream just ensures that it pops like a bubble. And when his bubble bursts he breathes out, slowly. And tries to master his many aches so that he can open his eyes and figure out where he is.

Slowly blinking open his eyes he can see wood, high above. A ceiling? He’s in a building then. The questions remains how he got from the beach to this bed. Or bedding. He’s lying on something soft that’s nearly as low as the ground.

His arms feel tight as if restrained, but they move easily. His chest by comparison aches as if on fire. He moves to drag the blanket down, to look at the wound that’s causing this pain but a tiny hand stops him. She’s a small child, not a baby, but in Tony’s eyes she might as well be. He doesn’t dare wrench his hand away so not to hurt her.

Tony watches her force his arm back down, then pet the lying arm as if pleased by his obedience. He’s far too confused and in pain to be offended by that. Or endeared. She’s a cute kid.

[jimmypapa]

Moo-Ryung was outside of his home. Blade singing through the air as he went through the usual motions of sword fighting. The style itself part of the land he originated from. It was almost like a dance. Of course, it was to keep his skills polished and to pass time. Waiting for the man they found to awaken. In which, his daughter would fetch him as soon as that happened. 

Inside of the small home, Seo-Woo had been preparing rice porridge, tea and a bowl of fruit. Normally, there would have been some vegetables and some meat. But their income has been lacking lately, so luxury has been put on hold. Neither were complaining since that was how they lived before arriving to where they now reside. Serving the last of the porridge into a third bowl, the young girl prepared the low table and covered the bowls to keep in the heat for a longer period of time.

When she turned to check on the man, she noticed that he was awake now and quietly approached. Placing a hand on his arm, she smiled at him and gently forced his arm back down. No sense in making his injuries any worse. “Are you still in pain?" She asked, brown eyes looking for any signs in his expressions. Her hand idly patted his arm. “Shall I fetch my father?"  

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The room did not start to make sense any time soon. Why was he even here? This isn’t where he’s supposed to be after all. And the child petting his arm is just making everything worse. He wants to ask “Why” but his voice scratches the word until it’s barely recognizeable. Coughing makes him ache all the way down to his toes. But still he tries to get up, he can’t lie here.

That demon has the heart. He let him have it. He let him-

“I need to get back.” He tells her once he finds his voice, even if he can barely see straight. He’s either sick or tired. But he’s not dead, at least. Would that have been better, if he had left his life? Made his failures less?

He gasps, the panic a solid thing crushing him down. He can’t let himself drown on dry land now. He needs to get it back. Before that man uses it against them all. Against the sea. He can never forgive himself for forging it and not locking it up tigher. No. He should have destroyed it. He should have.

[jimmypapa]

Seo-Woo moved away for a brief moment to get the man something to drink. "Please, do not move. I shall be back shortly" Dusting off the bottom of her hanbok, the young girl set to pour the herbal tea into a bowl. Drinking from a cup would prove problematic, especially if it was just her. Finished with the pouring, she made her way back to the injured man. 

Oh...She had to call for her father first. Setting the bowl down, Seo-Woo ran to the nearest window. Climbing on top of crates, she peeked out to her father. "Appa! He's awake" 

"-Thank you. I shall be in shortly-" Came his reply, followed by the sound of a sword being sheathed. 

His daughter climbed back down and picked up the bowl of tea. Making her way back to the injured man, she caught his words and frowned slightly. "To where?" She questioned before kneeling next to him. Something was off and she could tell. Setting the bowl down a second time, she leaned over to gently hug him. 

Moo-Ryung entered his home, pausing at the door to remove his shoes and placed his sword against the wall on the inside. No one ever came to his home in a threatening manner. They knew what will happen should they come to harm him or his daughter. Dark eyes observed the scene before him as he moved closer and crouched. He made note of the tea. "It will take some time for you to fully heal. You can stay with us" 

Picking up the bowl, he asked his daughter to move away. "Are you able to sit up? You must be thirsty"

[avenging-genius]

Washed Away (the Guilt but a Mark remained)

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“Leave me alone.” He says, even when he feels tiny hands on his body. They’re careful and small and full of concern he shouldn’t be getting from this child.

He wants to crawl back in the water and drown like never before. But that would not be fair on the girl when all she wanted to do was help.

“I want to- I need..” He reaches his arm out blindly into the seawater again, feeling the waves engulf his fingers. If he squeezes just gently and doesn’t look he could imagine he’s holding hands and his heart is just a little lighter then.

“I need to…” He’s blinking burning salt out of his eyes. “stay..” He stretches out even further, ignoring the way everything burns and hurts and twists and breaks inside him. His hand slides through water, not connecting with anything.

The edges of his vision start to bleed black and then white and then he can’t see at all so he might as well go to sleep, ignoring warm and tiny hands on his cheek that vaguely hurt. They shouldn’t be there at all, anyway. 

[jimmypapa]

Did he…He did. “Ssibal” Muttered the warrior as he pinched the bridge of his nose. This was rather annoying. This washed up man refuses any help and now he just passed out, still refusing help. Maybe he should just let this poor soul wither away for the vultures to feed upon. 

Of course, his daughter would not like that. Especially now that she was giving him an accusing look. As if she knew what he was thinking about. “Ttong…Fine, we will help him” Stated Moo-Ryung as he knelt by the man and started the process of getting the dead weight up and on his back. With the help his daughter, the man was on his back and the warriors hands firmly on his thighs. “-Grab my sword and when we get home, fetch the healing salves and cloth-“ 

“-Yes father-” Without missing a beat, she picked up his weapon and waited for her father to get up and start walking. Mentally counting to three, Moo-Ryung was up and moving back down the path away from the beach to home. It will only take about ten minutes, if they did not encounter anyone on the path. First thing he was going to do was have Seo-woo clean out his wounds and while he dressed them, she would prepare food and clean clothing. 

Then when that was all done, they would have to wait until the man came to. Of course, this was just the plan he thought of and voiced out to his sword carrying daughter. 

[avenging-genius]

When Tony came to himself he was distantly aware that he hurt. But desperately clinging to a dream just ensures that it pops like a bubble. And when his bubble bursts he breathes out, slowly. And tries to master his many aches so that he can open his eyes and figure out where he is.

Slowly blinking open his eyes he can see wood, high above. A ceiling? He’s in a building then. The questions remains how he got from the beach to this bed. Or bedding. He’s lying on something soft that’s nearly as low as the ground.

His arms feel tight as if restrained, but they move easily. His chest by comparison aches as if on fire. He moves to drag the blanket down, to look at the wound that’s causing this pain but a tiny hand stops him. She’s a small child, not a baby, but in Tony’s eyes she might as well be. He doesn’t dare wrench his hand away so not to hurt her.

Tony watches her force his arm back down, then pet the lying arm as if pleased by his obedience. He’s far too confused and in pain to be offended by that. Or endeared. She’s a cute kid.

[jimmypapa]

Moo-Ryung was outside of his home. Blade singing through the air as he went through the usual motions of sword fighting. The style itself part of the land he originated from. It was almost like a dance. Of course, it was to keep his skills polished and to pass time. Waiting for the man they found to awaken. In which, his daughter would fetch him as soon as that happened. 

Inside of the small home, Seo-Woo had been preparing rice porridge, tea and a bowl of fruit. Normally, there would have been some vegetables and some meat. But their income has been lacking lately, so luxury has been put on hold. Neither were complaining since that was how they lived before arriving to where they now reside. Serving the last of the porridge into a third bowl, the young girl prepared the low table and covered the bowls to keep in the heat for a longer period of time.

When she turned to check on the man, she noticed that he was awake now and quietly approached. Placing a hand on his arm, she smiled at him and gently forced his arm back down. No sense in making his injuries any worse. "Are you still in pain?" She asked, brown eyes looking for any signs in his expressions. Her hand idly patted his arm. "Shall I fetch my father?"  

[jimmypapa]

Recruitment / AU / Phillip and Moo-Ryung (James)

[jimmypapa]

“No, I am not lost” Replied Seo-Woo with a grin. Her attention went to her father who apologized to the one person that will do good for her father. Well, on the voyage that he wishes to sign up for. 

“Yes, she is” The warrior replied, holding out a hand toward the young girl. She let go of the captain’s hand and reached for her father’s. “Apologize, Seo-Woo” 

Turning around, she bowed slightly with a bit of a curtsy that she had picked up from watching the women in town. “My many apologies” Straightening, she went back to the man and hid behind him. 

He was going to have to give her a stern talking to. “-Leave the man be-” She shook her head and insisted. “-Ask him!-“ 

“-Ask him what?-” There was a look of annoyance from her before gazing up at the man she hid behind. “Are the one looking for extra hands or would you be willing to point us in the right way?”

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“I am,” Phillip said, his voice a little better now that the girl was no longer tugging his fingers. “There is no need for apology, sir, especially if I am able to get her back to her father.”

He gave the man an assessing look, studying his dress and mannerisms. Obviously not a part of the culture here, a blending of the old and new worlds, but something far older and much more foreign than the Caribbean held.

He glanced down as the little girl darted behind him.

“Were you looking for work, then?” he asked.

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She giggled and started to jump around, chanting in a sing song voice in her native tongue. "-I am correct! He's the one-" 

There will definitely be a discussion on using her ability for the millionth time. It was dangerous to even show what she was capable of. Never know when men of ill intent will take her away. Clearing his throat and putting those thoughts aside, Moo-Ryung nodded. "And I thank you for that" Even though he had to chase her down, still he was grateful. 

Before he could even reply to the man's question, his daughter spoke up for him. "Yes, yes he is and yo-" He grabbed his daughter and placed his hand over her mouth to keep her from finishing the sentence. Although, he instantly pulled his hand away with a grimace and wiped it on his clothing. Disgusting. 

"Am I still able to be hired?" He questioned

[avenging-genius]

Washed Away (the Guilt but a Mark remained)

[avenging-genius]

He’s breather out calmly into the seawater when he feels tiny childs hands tug at him. When those left him alone and he could hear the pitter-patter of her feet running away, he clenched his teeth and steeled himself to take a breath. Just one big enough to breathe in water. He doesn’t know if he could still survive coughing it out after that. Thinking about his burning chest makes him reconsider.

By then it’s already too late, the little girl must have found her father. Who criticised his choice of death to be far too ineffective. He’s grinning into the sandy ground before he knows it and lifts his head out of the water.

Pushing his wet hair back with his hand he squints up at them both from where he’s sitting. He sees double for a few seconds before blinking rapidly until it unites again. Some of his injuries must have gotten infected. The gems in his hands feel heavy and suffocating, taking up space they shouldn’t and rubbing from the inside.

An innocent look down to them reveals nothing is visible from outside save for the various cuts and nicks he got from escaping and probably cutting against shells and stones while unconscious.

“I lost everything.” He tells his hands and then buries his face in them, trying to keep the fear and suffocating loss from breaking out.

He steels his heart with hope. Maybe the sudden downpour when he let that vile man finally get to the most precious of his possessions had quenched the flames of his home.

[jimmypapa]

He watched the man with a raised brow and sword by his feet. No threat and he was in need of a doctor. Even then, most of the wounds needed to be treated quickly or there will be a risk of infection that could kill him. 

“-Let’s take him home and help him-” There was concern in her voice as she stared at the injured man. 

The warrior rubbed his cheek in a thoughtful manner before placing his hands on his knees and standing up. Might as well get a good deed under his belt of the day. Plus, they were closer to the house the lived in. Maybe there were still satchels of herbal medicine he could use.His daughter moved around to be at the injured man’s head, a feeling  that he will need assistance in standing up. Gently, her hands went under his shoulders. “Even if you lost everything, you can start anew with what can be salvaged” 

Sometimes it made him wonder if she was secretly reading her mothers journals. Now…To get this man off the ground. Best bet would be to carry him on his back. So, he will have to do this in a specific way. But first to confirm. “Are you able to stand yourself or will you need assistance?”

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“Leave me alone.” He says, even when he feels tiny hands on his body. They’re careful and small and full of concern he shouldn’t be getting from this child.

He wants to crawl back in the water and drown like never before. But that would not be fair on the girl when all she wanted to do was help.

“I want to- I need..” He reaches his arm out blindly into the seawater again, feeling the waves engulf his fingers. If he squeezes just gently and doesn’t look he could imagine he’s holding hands and his heart is just a little lighter then.

“I need to…” He’s blinking burning salt out of his eyes. “stay..” He stretches out even further, ignoring the way everything burns and hurts and twists and breaks inside him. His hand slides through water, not connecting with anything.

The edges of his vision start to bleed black and then white and then he can’t see at all so he might as well go to sleep, ignoring warm and tiny hands on his cheek that vaguely hurt. They shouldn’t be there at all, anyway. 

[jimmypapa]

Did he...He did. "Ssibal" Muttered the warrior as he pinched the bridge of his nose. This was rather annoying. This washed up man refuses any help and now he just passed out, still refusing help. Maybe he should just let this poor soul wither away for the vultures to feed upon. 

Of course, his daughter would not like that. Especially now that she was giving him an accusing look. As if she knew what he was thinking about. "Ttong...Fine, we will help him" Stated Moo-Ryung as he knelt by the man and started the process of getting the dead weight up and on his back. With the help his daughter, the man was on his back and the warriors hands firmly on his thighs. "-Grab my sword and when we get home, fetch the healing salves and cloth-" 

"-Yes father-" Without missing a beat, she picked up his weapon and waited for her father to get up and start walking. Mentally counting to three, Moo-Ryung was up and moving back down the path away from the beach to home. It will only take about ten minutes, if they did not encounter anyone on the path. First thing he was going to do was have Seo-woo clean out his wounds and while he dressed them, she would prepare food and clean clothing. 

Then when that was all done, they would have to wait until the man came to. Of course, this was just the plan he thought of and voiced out to his sword carrying daughter. 

[jimmypapa]

Headcanon: His hips don't lie

James was not a dancer. He was more of the sporty type. It wasn't until he was in Iraq and his platoon had down time. They were one of the many who uploaded funny music videos on youtube. He learned to dance during that time, mostly from his good friend Patrick M. Hudson. James continued to dance even after that, he found it rather fun and Alice loved it. Especially the dance they usually do together for fun or whenever he had to cheer her up.

Plus, Jennifer E. Howard (Alice's deceased mother) rather enjoyed watching him sway those hips while helping out with chores.

So he continued to get better at dancing over time. This skill proved to be useful for one of the many odd jobs he did before getting into SHIELD.

He keeps his dancing skills private because it's not something he wants to announce to the world (you can tell he dances if you watch him closely). Even then, there are moments where he would do a little jig at work, in public or at home whenever something good happened or he accomplished a feat (like a mountain of paperwork or something).

Even then, it's mostly funny dances because he doesn't take it seriously. Another way to know is when he's listening to music on his mp3 player, just watch the subtle hip movement and foot work. Hell, even by watching his shoulders.

Although, get him drunk enough and you might get a special viewing of his 'other' dance skills. Along with his a nice view of his torso.

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