once you leave, will you ever come back?

i couldn't be a doctor anymore after that. i had no desire to be a doctor from the beginning, and i couldn't handle it anymore. and i wanted to become a detective all of a sudden. i thought my brother will be able to forgive me if i become a detective : my brother always wanted to become a detective.

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        im  going  to  see  logan  w  my  ex  on  saturday  lmao  wish  me  luck  :)))

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        turnip  head  :  exists

        me,  with  Very  Little  Self - Control  :  :3c

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@cchilyoja    from  ( x )

        he  doesn’t  like  the  station  :  the  air - con  too  hot  or  too  cold  with  no  one  caring  enough  to  switch  it  up  ( or  find  the  damned  remote -- ),  a  pile  of  paperwork  the  size  of  a  small  child  sitting  on  his  desk  stained  with  cheap  2 - go  petrol  station  coffee  with  more  grit  than  caffeine,  his  back  a c h i n g  after  long  hours  of  inactivity  hunched  over  a  dimmed  monitor  screen,  trying  to  block  out  the  sounds  of  distraught  mothers  begging  them  to  find  her  daughter,  to  bring  the  murderer  to  justice  so  that  she  can  have  a  peaceful  eternity  buried  six  feet  under.  no,  tae  il  much  prefers  working  the  streets.

        despite  mufti  patrol  cars  that  smell  like  stale  coffee  and  black  bean  noodle  stains,  tae  il  could  find  peace  inside  the  unmarked  cruiser  :  simply  watching  the  world  go  by  in  its  hectic  routines  from  behind  expensive  ray - bans  that  break  far  too  easily,  air - con  working  full  blast  on  hot  summer  days  as  he  sloppily  fans  himself  with  a  hand,  licking  melted  ice - cream  as  it  dribbles  down  the  cone  and  leaves  his  fingers  sticky  -  but  he  would  take  this  kind  of  hell  over  the  kind  that  is  the  gangnam  police  station.

        “ sir  - ”  tae  il  started,  his  palm  pressed  over  the  center  of  the  steering  wheel  in  case  he  should  find  the  need  to  draw  a t t e n t i o n.  “ -  please  get  your  hand  off  my  car. ”

        but  really,  this  stranger  can’t  be  blamed  :  it  is  a  very  nice  car,  plush  leather  seats  and  cherry  red  exterior  -  the  perfect  bait  for  ne’er - do - wells  and  shady  car  enthusiasts.  if  he  didn’t  know  exactly  what  had  been  spilled  on  those  seats,  tae  il  would  have  k i l l e d  for  a  ride  too.

        “  as  nice  as  she  is,  she’s  expensive  too  -  the  paint  job  alone  is  your  monthly  salary  times  itself.  hands  to  yourself. ”  if  he  suspected  this  man  of  being  within  the  illegal  rings  scattered  in  the  seedy  underbelly  of  the  city,  he  too  couldn’t  be  blamed  -  it  was,  after  all,  his  job.

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@vleuhels    from  ( x )

        tae  il  is  no  stranger  to  impulse  :  broken  bones  borne  of  half - wit  dares,  severed  fingers  from  the  desire  to  disprove  themselves  chicken.  it  was  his  own  impulsiveness  that  gave  him  a  labcoat  &.  clipboard,  gave  the  strength  to  argue  his  case  with  higher - ups  that  no,  he  knows  enough  -  give  me  a  patient  and  i’ll  prove  it.

        he  is  also  no  stranger  to  the  impulsive  patient’s  impulsive  families  :  pushing  in  vain  against  the  security  guards  installed,  screaming  their  throats  hoarse  at  the  surgeon  in  charge  for  their  son  to  come  back  sound  or  so  help  them,  grabbing  with  clammy  hands  at  receptionists  stricken  by  their  sudden  outbursts.  but,  for  as  familiar  as  he  is  with  the  concept,  he  doesn’t  enjoy  it.  his  confidence  lies  in  medical  textbooks  and  operating  theatres  -  not  in  placating  aggrieved  families.

        it  looked  as  if  there  were  no  patients  to  avoid  within  pristine  white  walls,  and  so  without  a  heavy  heart  to  weigh  his  steps  down  he  could  approach.

        “ are  you  waiting  for  someone ?  an  appointment ? ”

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ON   EVIDENCE :

                                        objects   have   memory   too   :   the   doorknob   remembers   who   turned   it,   the   telephone   who   answered   it.   the   gun   remembers   when   it   was   last   fired,   &.   by   whom.   it   is   for   the   detective   to   learn   the   language   of   these   things,   so   that   he   might   hear   that   they   have   something   to   say.

        independent   /   private   /   selective   roleplay   blog   for   PARK  TAE - IL         of   the   drama   you’re   all   surrounded !   as   writ   by   kyle.   est   2017

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