justice.

"In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, there's a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive." syndicate's mother monster.

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[mi-hwasa]

                               KIM HYEJIN.  HWASA.  THE IRON VIXEN.

"It is more important that innocence be protected than it is that guilt be punished, for guilt and crimes are so frequent in this world that they cannot all be punished. 

This is why I became a lawyer, to protect those who feel they can not be protected.

But if innocence itself is brought to the bar and condemned, perhaps to die, then the citizen will say, 'whether I do good or whether I do evil is immaterial, for innocence itself is no protection,' and if such an idea as that were to take hold in the mind of the citizen that would be the end of security whatsoever.

In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousand fold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping the foundations of justice from beneath new generations.”

                              MOTHER MONSTER OF SYNDICATE.

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[z-philosophy-blog]

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via z-philosophy)

[mixsica]

flirting with danger ◇ khy & jsy

@mi-hwasa

It really wasn’t often anymore that Jessica sought out her brother at his workplace. She didn’t have much reason to anymore as most things could be done over the phone, one of the very things that he seemed to be ignoring today. With one of many of her days off she intends on catching up with her elder, discussing their parent’s will that they seemed to be so concerned about lately, and her most recent advancement in the gang that the aforementioned still didn’t know she was a part of. He would be cross with her at first, that much she knows already, but hopefully with this Jessica could help the both of them out in getting a few of her Lotus members out of a guilty verdict. She’s been sitting in the lobby outside the shared offices for nearly an hour waiting, before a redhead who looks like she knows what she’s doing crosses her path. “Excuse me?” She stands and brushes imaginary lint off her skirt noting that even her dressy casual wear was underdressed for this firm, “By chance could you tell me where Jung Yukwon is? I’ve been waiting an hour and there’s been no sign of him.”

[mi-hwasa]

The sudden pardon that halts her on her way causes the redhead to stop, take in a deep breath and slowly turn around on her heels. She mustered up a fairly (and very artificial) smile when she was called upon. “Yes?” Hwasa didn’t work on this side of the branch, and she was fairly thankful for it. This agency had always been busy and although that was a good thing, she was more used to her side of the woods and having an actual routine she’s used to. 

She was only told (more like forced, but she wouldn’t exactly complain) to attend to this branch whilst Jung Yukwon was away on his other duties. Certain aspects of the file had been blacked out due to prior confidential privilege so she hadn’t exactly gained the full picture on what was going on, though she knew she wasn’t going to question it and give up. Hwasa didn’t care if they were innocent or guilty, she wanted to win the case at any cost. That’s why Yukwon chose her to attend to his cases in his absence. 

At the familiar name being spoken, her smile had softened into one one of sincerity rather than the artificiality she shared before. “You must be his sister? Jessica Jung-ssi? He told me you’d visit. Your brother is away on an emergency case the boss sprung on him. He’s the best on this side of the woods so he was taken. I’ll be handling his cases in the time being.” She quickly held up her finger in a ‘one minute’ motion before turning towards one of the assistants and placing the mound of files into her arms. “Photocopy this and fax it to the branch in Jeju, got it?” 

Then she turned her attention back towards the female, holding out a hand towards the already opened door. “Please, follow me. There is a lot of work to be done.” Inside, Albert was already fast asleep and chasing god knows what in his dreams, she hadn’t much focus on that right now. She made her way towards her chair, tugging down her black work skirt slightly. Once seated behind the desk, she folded up the sleeves to her work shirt and attended to one of the files. 

“Care to give me some personal insight into this case? The information is quite linear but I’m sure I can handle it down to a misdemeanors - a simple slap on the wrist -  if you tell me a bit more about this case?”

[mumoos]

Pretty and sweet words? No thanks! I might get a stomachache.

[mi-hwasa]

motherly instincts.

“You’re telling me you’ve still not told Jaerim that he’s raising your daughter? Man, you’re fucked up.”

That was a true revelation coming from her, the woman that slept with her own professor, the woman who stabbed herself to win a trial, and the very same woman who went down on a jury so she could purger them and win a case. Some secrets were best kept tucked under a rug and alas, this was one of them. As a lawyer you’re legally required to keep some secrets with your client but the most important bond had been the emotional requirement that made her say nothing at all. It’s like a metaphysical gagging order that keeps her from divulging anything. Not that she’d want to, it’s just a thought she likes to amuse herself with occasionally. 

Their union had been an ambiguous one at best, it had been curving on the line of legal and morally corrupt. Of course the two of them had encountered all legal procedures when it came to transferring parental custody onto the man, but the entire act and process of making him sign the papers had been one she would like to pretend not to happen. And if this case had ever arisen in court, she would argue that as her defence and get a thirty day suspension at the best. In the end, she knew her own legal behind was safe from this entire ordeal but that didn’t stop her from worrying about the other. She was more than just a client, she was a friend.

That’s why she didn’t hesitate five years ago to help Summer take care of her daughter. Hwasa could remember the way the other would stare down at her child and fondly smile, as if the light of the world had returned in her friends eyes. She knew she couldn’t give the baby the safety she needed, and the father (who she discovered was a doctor, in her own digging, a very respectable profession and a safe one at that) would be the best bet. She never asked how she got Jaerim to forget or how she got him to sign the papers, that was something she wouldn’t want to know. 

“--and you’re telling me it doesn’t hurt to know your own daughter doesn’t recognise you? Or the man you love?” Harsh, she had no filter when it came to moments like these. It’s not that she intentionally meant any harm, it’s just pure wonder that Soo could carry this facade. Even though Hwasa was never a mother or had an opportunity had arisen to be one, she knew a mothers dedication to their child had been a bond that was unbreakable at best. 

"What's the kid like? Does she look like you or her father?"

[mi-hwasa]

hard at work, hardly working.

         “Oh? The prosecutor for the Haejin trial is here? How surprising. Send her up. Tell her to use the stairs, the lift is broken.”

A lie.

But what had been a better way to make someone sweat than making them walk in copious amounts of stairs that led to her office. Perhaps it had been the best personal introduction to make, but the trial was coming up next week and she had managed to weasel in a no bail settlement but he was placed under house arrest. It’s not quite a slam dunk victory just yet but she had to work her way to that, you couldn’t ask for a mile when given an inch, even she knew her limits as a lawyer.

That’s why the sudden introduction of the prosecutor had surprised her. She wouldn’t make a settlement this early on, the case had good foreground to fight on and from what she’s heard, Kwon Yuri has a 90% clear rate and a female like that wouldn’t give up anytime soon. Hwasa had been the same. Albert & Co shared the same success rate which made this union all the more interesting in her eyes. A taunt? Most likely. A gesture of good will? Hardly. It’s something she had to wait and see to find out what the prosecutor wanted.

Hwasa was growing tired of pre-empting any possibilities. There could be no end to a coffee and work driven mind, so she ended up paging for her assistant to bring two cups of coffee and milk (if needed) up to her desk. Her trusteed leonberger had arisen from his nap, causing the female to smile as he pawed his way behind the desk and rested his head in her lap. 

“Hey, handsome..” She cooed softly at the pup, her eyes softening behind her glasses. It’s not entirely conventional to keep a dog indoors but she had been someone who had defied convention in the first place. “We’ve got a lady coming in soon. Don’t chew her shoes like you did with the last prosecutor, okay?” Although she did managed to get that prosecutor barred for attempting to kick Albert in the jaw, but that was a story to tell another time. She heard a knock to the door and signaled the large dog to take his seat on his beloved cushion, allowing him to rest the tired paws that fought with butterflies all day. The innocence she could only crave for.

She stood up when Yuri entered, a small smile creasing her lips. “Excuse my informal attire today.” Today had initially been her day off, but she had paperwork to finish and subtly moved into her office when she had time. It’s a formal place, alas, today she’d let herself down. “I apologise, I hadn’t expected your arrival.” A bitten remark, but pre-text had always been fun to insert into words. 

She was a venomous woman after-all. 

[mi-hwasa]

⇢salt & pepper.

 “why’d you call them girls salt and pepper?” “you don’t know? they both shake weirdly. they’ve got some kind of medical condition. it’s weird.” “they’re weird.”         

The nickname stuck ever since they were girls in college. It’s something she found oddly endearing as opposed to the insult tactics they were initially used for. Truth be told, Hwasa didn’t care much for the insults that were slyly used to her face or behind her back, they always crawled back when they needed help and like the lawyer she was training to be, she always lied to get them the worst grade possible. A petty tactic she used as a teenager but hey, a lawyer has to start from somewhere and if it’s getting those you dislike in trouble, then so be it. She had no care for them, and neither did Qian, the two had remained as ‘salt and pepper’ till this day.

The other female had been a close friend of hers. Hwasa initially found the idea of ‘best friends’ a social strategy to protect yourself from getting hurt, but getting to know Qian had possibly caused her to retreat on that idea, even if she was too prideful to ever admit such a thing.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. That was Qian to her. Not this metaphorical idea of what someone should be; she already was what she wanted to be. 

She digresses in thought.

One hand haphazardly stretches out to ruffle Albert’s mane through her freshly manicured hand, the large leonberger relaxing into his owners touch. She was told to wait on the corner of an allocated street. Discretion was key, but how could someone who suffers through a circulation disorder remain subtle? Those bundled up in sweaters and hoodies had oddly stared at the female in her dark-tinted sunglasses and shorts, the happy dog wagging his tail away. From the corner of her eye she could pick up on a dark vehicle pulling up behind her, causing her body to instinctively turn and inspect the familiar face behind the wheel. With a fierce click of her tongue, she takes a final sip of her coffee and sways her way over towards the car, opening up the back seat for Albert to hop in. 

“Discretion, she said.” 

The words leave her a little harsher than they need be, but she didn’t have much care for that right now. She shuts the door behind her and slips into the front seat, her gaze blocked by her sunglasses whilst she stares at her friend.

“This doesn’t look ominous at all.”

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