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@jo-somin
UPDATE.
I’m postponing replies being distributed until the end of next week. I’m trying to improve and gather some inspiration, so all my replies are being slowly tended to. I have everything drafted from starters to replies to asks, so don’t worry! Thank you for being patient and IM me if you have any questions.
[ jo-somin ]
“ You don’t need to be scared. you just need to answer me one question. And it’s a big one. ”
❤ ┊ Somin was not the type to be scared. Startled? Sure. Intimidated? From time to time. But full blown scared, that was something the demonic host didn’t experience a lot ( the amount of dark energy tended to cancel out fear in the rational part of her brain ) . ❝ A big question? ❞ she parrots with a loud hum, thoughtfully processing that information aloud to signal her decision making, before the corners of her lips travel upward and show a cheeky grin.
❝ You want to know if I’ll marry you? ❞
❤ ┊It’s clear that customer service wasn’t one of this man’s main priorities, perhaps a foreign concept that he hadn’t grasped. As she was bordering her tolerance for his in-complacent attitude, she shows one mocking smile. Perhaps just a spiteful one if anything, pressing her palms to the counter and leaning over to get a closer look. ❝ Okay then.. Why don’t you get the manager? .. Please. ❞ Somin adds on the last part belatedly, brow raising in question for how he’ll respond to that.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.
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status ➢ accepting! ✔
↪ ( little dove. 🖤 ) awh, sweet child. stupid, sweet child.
↪ ( little dove. 🖤 ) it’s so remarkably brave that you think you have a choice. quite a voice you’ve suddenly gotten now, huh? i don’t recall you being so defiant before.
↪ ( little dove. 🖤 ) but they chose you! i CHOSE you! you’re crawling with sins, and i sense that. no one escapes sin, it’s an inherit human trait, but i don’t have to tell you that, do i? we pay for our sins, one way or another. now if you’ll excuse me! i have work, baby girl. don’t miss me too much, okay? we’ll meet again soon. mwah. 💋
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❤ ┊ After the tragic night that escalated to her state of mind being completely warped, she was growing a reputation for being a rather recluse and dangerous person to be around. When she was full, the demon she hosted in her would remain at bay and not drive her to make terrible decisions. But, in the circumstances that were present tonight, she was growing much more violent and that would be put into play.
Restless and absorbed in the music being amplified through the club that night, she was back on stage and expressing herself through her dance, as she did night after night. Performing along with her co-workers was a pleasure and a way to support herself, so what wouldn’t be to love? The streaming of florescent lights to combat the darkness, the busy floor filled with potential victims, she truly felt like she was the glue that drew out and called on the souls of the damned for her own play. Oh, and how enjoyable it must be for the other creatures of the night to come out of their residential shadows and be in the limelight with potential prey of their own. Humans flocked for the booze, and with a bottomless bar, every night entailed the same bountiful result.
Somin watched through the double doors as a group walked into the club, having such a wide array to view from her performing stage, heightened sight finding one particular female in sight. Somin was dying for a bit of emotion to feed from; another significant way for the demon to be satisfied, preying upon the weakness of mankind. Fear, hopelessness, wrath, sadness, hatred. All correlated to the sinful attraction she craved. She saw the other’s gaze match with hers for a moment, hips swaying as she joined her arms in the air, sensual movements met with a dash of rhythm to the music’s flow. Her eyes never left the girl. Seeing something truly tangled in the woman, something she couldn’t hide.
As soon as the other looks away, Somin is able to easily disappear from her mounted stage in a matter of seconds. She wants to get ready for her little experiment tonight; the other would be a star in her first act of the night, and the show was about to begin.
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“ i can’t sleep. “
❤ ┊❝ Maybe you just need some EXTRA ENCOURAGEMENT, ❞ is the response from a playfully sly Somin as she watches the other drag her feet across the kitchen’s hardwood floor, not even a hint of tiredness in her voice. It was one thing being habitually nocturnal from a long standing routine, another thing to truly be energized by the night and find herself weary in the light of day.
❝ A shot of vodka used to knock me out when I was 11, ❞ she’s already applying herself to readying a small glass and pouring some alcohol from a bottle she had as a staple in her apartment. ❝ Would shut me up so my mom didn’t have to deal with me, too. She was this busy woman, very on-the-go, children weren’t really her style. Then again, I guess neither was birth control, ❞ she adds, going on a tangent as more thoughts blossomed from stale memories. Only mildly caring, finding it all tied in as a funny joke now.
❝ If that doesn’t help, I’ll lay down with you. Rub your back, kiss your forehead, sing you a lullaby.. Cute friend things. Only for cute princesses like you,❞ she suggests, handing the contents of the vodka to her friend, a cheery smile uplifting her facial features.
❤ ┊ A NIGHT - CRAWLER , Somin observes like a challenger who is sizing up their competitor in the ring. Shady characters are a frequent member in any nightclub, specifically Somin’s. Perhaps it was the growing demon that fed on energy, calling on it’s sinful brethren to gather; a promising vessel such as Somin grew more powerful, therefore produce a more omitting energy of all things wicked.
Pursing her lips as she pauses to digest the other’s words, lips expanding in size as her eyes started to soften for a moment there.
❝ I’m sure you’ll find a variety of different drinks tonight. We have plenty to choose from, ❞ she comments with a giggle, a play on words that would either come across as a strong indicator that she was aware of the other’s being ( vampire or not, there was an onslaught of visions about the woman shrouding her mind with the same message; blood ). Or be overlooked. But the twinkle of mischief in her eyes was sure to be in favor of the former.
❝ I’m Somin. And you look like you came here to have fun, ❞ she declares, an educated guess based off of the environment around them and the drink in the other’s hand. Somin loved her job, a job that allowed her to indulge in the sinful nature she had residing in her, as well as all the people she got to encounter and enjoy.
Going behind the bar to grab two shot glasses and an unopened bottle of flavored vodka, helping to pour each glass full to the top. ❝ Drink up. On me, beautiful. ~ ❞
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❤ ┊❝ Why’re you sittin’ all alone. sweetheart? ❞ Her approach to the woman residing in one of the booths is casual, though she’s been noticing the other’s presence around the club for a little bit now. She was rather beautiful, and Somin took appreciative notice since she had an embedded adoration for cute girls, presently deciding to swoop in and maybe get to know the other some. It was during her shift, but hell, Somin had the owner wrapped around her pinky finger and a few incidents of socializing with customers wasn’t going to strike him as odd.
❝ I’m Somin. Professional party girl. I’d like to dance with you, ❞ she states clearly, her glossy pink lips inching into a little toothy grin. She’s decorated in true club kid fashion, with fishnets and a pair of worn down heels to tie the entire ensemble together. ❝ It’ll be fun, I promise. Tonight’s such a great night! The moon is high in the sky, and this song is calling your name! ❞
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❤ ┊ ❝ I just want to say, you look AWFULLY FAMILIAR ❞ she says to the boy, her cherry-glossed lips pursing as her gaze construes said boy sitting on the bench beside her. She’s taking the bus ( why is she taking the bus again? It’s an ADVENTURE !! , she keeps reiterating to herself, mostly mumbled under her breath like a child visiting a theme park, except she was a woman boarding a bus to somewhere looking for something ).
❝ Are you an actor? Maybe you were in the show I watched. The man was a doctor, and was in love with a nurse, his mother was sick, and THEN they kissed. You could be him, easily, ❞ she persists, not even sure if the man was paying the least bit of attention or held a grain of interest in her bustling curiosity. In any case, Somin didn’t fear rejection and continued her investigative interview. The thought of her abrasive question coming across as rude NEVER occurred to her. Looking over at him and tilting her head. ❝ Did you visit the club I worked at? I may have kissed you. I’m not sure. You have his nose. ❞
❤ ┊❝ I love to play dress up, ❞ she resonates in a much more chipper tone than her current state of being should allow, trailing the residue of the rain into the home but mindfully shuffling her feet before taking anymore steps inside. She always loved Jisoo’s tender heart; it was a beautiful glow on her. She was very observant of it, very scrutinizing of her character in general. She takes a few minutes to process her words, allowing for a moment of appreciation to take in the silence. How often it was silent, how often she got the comforting treatment of quiet, it embedded a sense of relief and let her breathe evenly again.
❝ I lost my phone. I think it fell in a puddle, ❞ Somin offers, only getting a blurred, askew recollection of the series of events leading to her arrival. She bundles herself in the cotton fabric and shrinks against the cushion of the childishly cute blanket, dampened clumps of hair dripping occasionally on it.
❝ I just wanted to see you, I think, ❞ her response is nearly mute but the peaceful silence Somin so cherished would be generous on her cracking voice.
❝ I’m a little empty, so I wanted to see you. ❞ The words are beyond genuine, almost a little small in her current form, and not dancing around any sense of shame. As Somin followed it with a short sneeze and a reoccurring sniffle.
The relief of giving in to destruction.
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❤ ┊❝ I guess I’m just a little nervous and all. He’s very sophisticated, all sleek and dresses like he’s working for the men in black. Dreamy eyes that’d make a girl cry, ❞ she goes on enthusiastically to the humble stranger who seemed rather disinterested in what she was saying. In either case, Somin tried not to let it get to her or bring her down for the fabulous evening wear she was buying. As soon as the total rang up on the screen, her eyes bulged a bit wider in surprise - That much, for two dresses?
❝ That’s a lot .. of money.. ❞ she trails off as she delves into her purse again to look for something to meet the needed funds. Alas, she only had a third of what the asking price was totaled to. She glances up from her purse.. a SHEEPISH smile lacing her lips from ear to ear. ❝ Is there.. um.. a discount you can give me? ❞
❤ ┊ ❝ OH, sweetheart, I like the way you think. A girl after my own heart, ❞ she comments wistfully in a spirited voice, slipping into a fit of tiny giggles as she starts pondering for more options of the clothes wrack. She was having plenty of fun playing dress up with the other, pulling out a rather scandalous black dress with a cute silver clip and a look that would knock boys down one by one.
❝ You’ll be the new and improved Cinderella. Less of a drag, more.. of a drag queen, ❞ she jokes, holding up the outfit in front of her friend’s frame and letting out a thoughtful hum aloud while in the process of voting on it. ❝ Honestly, I see you working this. It looks like something Mrs. Smith would wear when she goes home to kick her husband’s butt and also make dinner on time, ❞ she relays very knowingly, handing the fabric to her.
❝ Cast the final vote !! Say yes to the dress? ❞
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❤ ┊ She was SOAKED. She’s sure there’s at least a few centimeters of water at the bottom of her sneakers, her hair clumping together from the amount of water clinging and bunching the long strands together. She doesn’t even quite remember how long she’d been in the rain, regaining her conscious sense of self moments after tripping over a curb and receiving some broken skin marks along the inside of her palm ( scrapes that stung to the touch ). Luckily for her, it would heal right up, and it did so as soon as the cab pulled over quickly after she hailed it to her.
❝ I am very sorry for getting the seat wet, ❞ she tells him sincerely, a sniffle or two escaping as she combs her fingers through her hair to try and separate the matted strands. She finds a scrap of paper from the bottom of her purse after a minute or two of rummaging, handing the barely salvaged message to him.
❝ I need to go there, please, ❞ she mumbles, sitting back and buckling herself up. Her state of mind is a bit gone at the moment, not seemingly able to communicate better than handing the other a flimsy paper with an address on it. Shivering a bit as she feels her jaw clench, teeth chattering.
