-- KISA
actress;;
&. internet personality,
❝ original chara. ❞ disclaimer:
this blog is for fictional purposes.
i am not affliated with bae suji
nor impersonating her.
[text: 키사] i honestly find it entertaining how you spelled the hardest word right and the easiest words wrong. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[text: 키사] i’m coming though. dont you think about starting your car i swear…
( text → chunji. ) !!!!!!
( text → chunji. ) thta was a thank you foermo me
( text → chunji. ) *from
( text → chunji. ) *that
( text → chunji. ) glad we odn’t record tomorrow...right???
( text → chunji. ) oh wait you’re drivng
Adjusting her sunglasses, despite the dimness of the club, Kisa looked away from the phone and decided to play the waiting game. ‘You’re in town? Let’s go out and drink,’ Her friend said. ‘It’ll be fun!’ She said. The other woman was supposed to be her ride home, but two hours into the night she went home with some guy? ‘Your hotel isn’t too far from here, right?’ Only a thirty minute walk! Honestly, Kisa was more upset at herself. Why did she go out with an old friend she hardly spoke to anymore anyway? That always spelled trouble and awkward moments.
“Ugh...” Shaking her head, she simply ran a hand through her hair in frustration.
Muse a and muse b both take the same train in the morning and afternoon. (They don’t have to go to the same school or even know each other.) One particular afternoon, they both get on earlier or later than usual and the train is empty. The two sit next to each other making idle chit chat (or not) and as the train goes through a tunnel, they come to realize that nobody else is on board and they don’t go through tunnels towards their destination.
Things get hectic, they panic, and before they know it they train stops upon reaching its final destination. The fog is thick and eerie, though through the fog of the station, muse a or muse b can make out a green sign lighting the path of the exit. They can’t see it from the train car and it’s their last stop, so they have no choice but to get out and look for themselves. Upon closer inspection, the lit sign reads ((insert town name of your choice)).
( She's adorable and I truly love her sense of humor.
Anonymously send me your favorite detail about how I play my character.
( aw thank you! her humor is something that i definitely want to stick out. it’s something that even kisa herself wants to do; be funny to other people. if someone told her that, she’d probably be smiling for hours )
“So, this is it..my first apartment!” Optimism was ripe in the twenty-two year old’s tone, though her heart couldn’t feel the same. An emotional lump was forming in her throat, begging Kisa to let out what she had really been feeling all along. It was times like these when her acting skills came in handy. She wouldn’t let such a weakness slip, especially since this day was a long time coming. With one more look around her apartment, she cast a glance back to her father; hands sitting idly in her pockets. “You like it?” She smiled.
Her father gave back a kind smile of his own, though concern had been obvious in his eyes. He saw right through her, just like her mother. Kisa could only hope he wouldn’t ask the deafening question – that the other wouldn’t confirm what he was likely thinking. If he did, she couldn’t bring herself to lie. She wasn’t that strong.
Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, he took a glance around the room himself before speaking. “It’s very nice,” Yuudai seemed to ponder on his words, about to say more. “When your mother and I were together, looking for a new place to stay, we went apartment hunting around areas like this. Even together, we couldn’t afford anything this nice.”
‘This nice’? The words felt odd coming from him, as Kisa’s apartment came no where close to the family’s mansion. It was a one bedroom and one bath, just enough to live comfortably on her blossoming budget. Although, she could understand how it would seem luxurious to the average person. A good area, near the heart of Tokyo. It definitely wasn’t something she could afford before acting. It seemed that he still kept that mindset.
He continued, thoughts in the past. “This is what she would’ve wanted for you. I know she’s glad that you’re not struggling like we were. Yoona’s up there right now, proud of you.”
That, Kisa didn’t expect him to say. Quickly casting her gaze at the floor, she gave a little chuckle; as she often did when desperately trying not to cry. It was going to be her, alone again. He made her think about that. She already had that in mind. No more living with her mother, that was long past. But, now, no more living with her dad, Daichi, Sakura, nor Kazu. Hell, even Kaori. She would really be on her own now.
Stray tears escaped, falling onto the ground. Only a second later, arms wrapped around the crying woman in a comforting hug. For a second, it reminded Kisa of her mother’s embrace and her mind thought back on something the woman said long ago.
‘You’re such a wildcard! I can’t leave this world until I know you’ll be alright…’
It had been said in jest, though Kisa hoped the words would hold true when her mother had gotten sick. They hadn’t, but even so…I hope you’re resting well now. Kisa thought to herself, arms returning a hug to her father as she continued to cry her sadness away.
Wiping the crocodile tears off of her face, eighteen year old Murashige Kisa stepped away from the set to the catering area. Honestly though, she’d rather continue working. Grabbing a bottle of water, she sipped it idly as she glanced at the other actors and actress on their break. She’d tried before, but most of them wouldn’t spare her the time of day if it wasn’t about practice. Was she too young? Some of them were older, but others were around her age. Maybe because of her ethnicity. Sure, but they seemed used to people of different origins. Really, it could’ve been anything. Her personality wasn’t the greatest either.
No, maybe she knew. “–his daughter?” She caught the faint whisper of an extra ask another. The other actor nodded, glancing at Kisa before quickly turning away when he saw her eyes on them. The teenager never felt like such a sitting duck, standing alone and sticking out like a sore thumb. Zainichi Korean and there on special privilege, what she wouldn’t give to be able to blend in with the rest of them and chat happily about miscellaneous things. Never before did she wish so badly to be in school, to be among her peers who either didn’t know about her background or didn’t care because they were just like her; born into privilege or on their way to it.
Then again, she wasn’t born into privilege. It just came to her. For sixteen years of her life, she was average. She worked to make money. She worked in retail, she took side jobs. She made it into media before her dad laid eyes on her again. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And now, she was learning the ins and outs of acting just like everyone else. Why were they whispering about her? Was it just the name ‘Murashige’ that they cared about? Oh, so her dad is the director and he let her be in his movie. THAT WASN’T ALL THERE WAS TO IT.
Pressing her lips together, Kisa suddenly decided that she needed some air. She wasn’t going to stand around for this shit. Time to spend another break outside.
With her phone placed on her ear, she felt it vibrate and the ticklish feeling sent her into a stream of giggles. They must have been the incoming messages from the person she was trying to contact as of the moment. The moment the ringing ended and got replaced by sounds of a bustling restaurant, Yua automatically shifted to her actress side, bursting into sobbing and loud wails. “Kisaaaaaaaa ~~ HELP ME ! I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW ! COME TO ME PLEASE ! “
Yua was lucky no one else is in her dressing room, or they might suspect she was losing sanity – whining on the phone with a huge smirk on her face to mask her laughter.
“Eh..?” Putting on an expression of confusion, staring into space as her date looked on oblivious. “Yua?!” Her voice took on a more urgent tone as she began to stand up, sure that the other would be able to hear the scraping of the chair legs on the floor. “You--! Huh?!” Covering her mouth, she shot her date a concerned and slightly frightened look -- paying no heed to his inquiries as she began to gather her purse; throwing down some money on the table. “I’m sorry,” She apologized, shaking her head as she pointed to the phone. “I got to go. My friend -- it’s an emergency!” Sprinting out of the restaurant, Kisa was able to get a good distance away before her urgency turned to full on laughter. She took a quick glance behind herself before speaking to Yua once again. “We did it!” She chuckled.
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