I would say I don't bite, but that's not quite true

Takuya • 25 • Vampire (Mobile Nav)

[obsxtakuya]

idk what day of the week it is tbh

Time for a Munday and let’s pretend I’m not stupidly late

How long have you been rping?

This is it. Literally my first RP ever (please be patient with my poor soul I have no idea what I’m doing)

Do you write outside of rp?

I write poetry and prose and the occasional short story if the mood strikes.

Which days/times do you get the most writing done?

Usually my best writing inspiration always strikes whenever I have something else I desperately need to do. I almost always want to write the most directly before the deadline for a project.

If your muse(s) could describe you in a few words, what would they say?

“She’s a bit...soft.”

What is the most wicked thing you could imagine your character doing?

Yikes™. Probably betraying or sacrificing others to save himself/his family/his friends

If your muse(s) were real, would you fight them?

I would, and I would lose.

What object would you erase from existence if given the opportunity?

The Scrub Daddy sponge

If you had a billion dollars and could only spend it, what would you buy first?

Pay off my student loan, pay off my friends’ student loans, then take those friends and buy a house somewhere.

If you could play any sport, what would it be?

I was a gymnast for a pretty long while, and it’d be cool if I could get back to that.

Do you have any fun hobbies or talents you’d like to share?

I have a talent for dancing really badly. I tried line dancing the other night and I was predictably awful at it but it was lots of fun.

Do you have/want any pets?

I have two cats, and they are the fuzzy lights of my life.

[obsxtakuya]

Tiptoeing the Line

[obsxtakuya]

( ... )

Forget pleasantries, the door was a chorus of tortured screams as Byungjoo very nearly jumped straight out of his apron. His fingers twitched in the anticipation of a spray of shattered glass and screeching alarms, perhaps with a few explosions and panicked yells for good measure ( some of which, granted, would probably be his own in an alternate reality ). 

He was still seeing stars and death and the apocalypse by the time a shrill and very loud sing-song cut across his senses, a limb hooking around his neck and clasping him in a one-armed embrace. He hadn’t even noticed when he’d skittered back to make room for the incoming vampire, too preoccupied by the clatter of paper cups ricocheting off of the floor. 

“ This side’s for employees only! ” he yelped in mechanic fashion, mind catching up in leaps and bounds and then backtracking a little too far. “ That door could’ve died tonight, Takuya! That’s a great risk to everything’s safety! ” 

A minute pause to recollect scattered timelines, before brunette youth turned to look incredulously at his vampire companion.

“ … You don’t mean crazy as in the tame type either, do you ? ”

Takuya chuckles a bit at Byungjoo’s response. He expected as much from the kid. Even with how much Takuya has been hanging out with the boy since they’d become unlikely friends a while back, he’d thus far been unsuccessful in trying to get him to do anything even close to the kind of shit Takuya got into when he was Joo’s age. Byungjoo was just so...clean. He was cautious and wary and rule-following, and Takuya wanted desperately to change that.

He sighs. “Safety, safety, safety. That’s so...uninteresting. And I barely even tapped the door, Joo, honestly. You think it’d actually still be attached to the hinges if I’d really tried?”

He ruffles Byungjoo’s fluffy hair, causing it to stick up in ways that made him look even younger than he was. Takuya had tried so many different ways to try get Byungjoo to let loose a little. Big things, small things, anything really. The boy shot almost all of them down. It was a feat to even get the kid to drink milk in his fridge a day or two past the expiration date.

That didn’t deter Takuya from continuing to try, though.

“Kiddo, when have you ever known ‘crazy’ to mean anything close to tame when it comes to me? You should know better by now. I’m almost a little insulted you would even think that tame was a possibility,” he huffed. “I guess I’ll just have to try harder to make it clear what I’m about.”

He hopped back over the counter to the customer side at Byungjoo’s gentle insistence, landing with a spin, and started wandering around the shop.

“So, what should we do tonight? Shall we steal something? Break into a creepy, abandoned building? Get into a couple fights with some weres? Develop those hacking skills we’ve been talking about? I’ve got the night off. The world is ours for the taking!...and possibly for the breaking if we’re feeling up to it.”

[obsxtakuya]

Couldn’t Chair Less

[obsxtakuya]

( ... )

He realizes the water has stopped running as he slides the cookies into the oven. The packaging didn’t have any directions so he had to guess on how long to put them in for and what temperature. Why would it tell you what’s in it but not how to make it?  He puts a five minute timer on his phone so he can check how they are when that goes off.

Takuya comes back before the timer even went off. Sangmin is sitting on the couch wrapped in his fluffiest blanket with another cup of Whiskey next to him on the end table.

“Did you have a good swim? Took ya long enough, Takoyaki.”

As Takuya gets into the tub, he realizes he probably shouldn’t have chugged that entire bottle of whiskey right before showering. The faint cloud that follows alcohol descends on his brain, making the shower spray feel dull on his forehead and the walls feel just slightly less vertical than they did a minute ago.

He always forgets that this happens. It’s always a struggle to stay drunk for very long (thanks, supernaturally fast metabolism), but if he drinks a lot of alcohol quickly, he can feel the effects pretty intensely for a short while. It’s probably a bad habit to drink like that every time he has alcohol, but it’s not like it’s going to make much of a difference either way. He’s already undead.

The floor of the shower suddenly starts rising up to meet him. Oh wait. Floors don’t move...do they? Maybe he should give the floor what it wants and join it.

He stays seated for an indeterminate amount of time, attempting to wash himself while staying as stationary as possible. Everything seems to move too slowly and too fast all at once. His arms are moving, running through his hair and over his body as he washes them, but they feel heavy, almost like his arms don’t belong to him. He decides to check and make sure they actually do. Yes, those are his arms on his shoulders. How silly.

Satisfied with his answer, he finishes cleaning himself and turns off the water to sit without being pelted by the pressure of the spray. He’ll get up in a minute...probably. As he feels the alcohol drain from his body, he leans against the wall of the tub. His head is just beginning to feel normal again when a scent wafts into the bathroom. Takuya squints and pulls himself upright. Something smells...off. It smells like when his pet hamster died when he was ten, and he and Sangmin had tried to cremate it themselves.

Suddenly, the effects of the alcohol on his body are fully removed and Takuya is alert, wrapping a towel around himself and emerging from the shower. He hopes Sangmin hasn’t destroyed their apartment.

As he rounds the corner into their kitchen, he sees Sangmin looking very comfortable on their couch (which he apparently was able to remove from the stack and reposition) while smoke rises gently from their oven. Takuya runs over to the oven, opening the door and ignoring Sangmin’s comment about Takuya’s extended shower (he had a reason this time and he didn’t ask for the sass, thanks, Sangminnie). He grabs a nearby oven mitt and wraps it around the tray to pull it out.

When he looks at the tray, the charred discs that he thinks were supposed to be cookies look less like baked goods and more like the lumps of coal he and Sangmin got in their stockings that one Christmas.

“Honey…....were these cookies...cold and kind of squishy when you got them? ...Or were they kind of already a little bit more...solid?”

[obshanah-blog]

-- a break

[obsxtakuya]

@obshanah​

[ … ]

“Moving with an injury like that? You’re quite a smart one aren’t you.” She says, barely repressing the worry that covers her tone. She only processes the words that leaves his lips once she has a steady footing, tucking her purse underneath her arm, before turning to look up at the ( actually really tall ) man.

“Name?” she only realises how important introducing herself should have been before helping him, suddenly feeling a little guilty at the possible discomfort she might have caused the stranger to feel upon her arrival. “My name is Han Soo Ah,” She beams, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, could you please tell me where you are planning to go? I’d like to see to that wound on your arm as soon as possible.”

The girl’s reactions to Takuya confuse him most of all. He holds his side and blinks at her momentarily, trying to determine whether she is really so oblivious as to not understand the somewhat suggestive and abrasive undertones behind his comments (and if that is in fact the case, what is she doing in a place like Heaven’s Gate?), or if she is simply choosing to ignore him and laugh him off. The way that she speaks to him almost as if she’s teasing him grates against the edge of his nerves, but it’s done so gently and with so much palpable concern in her voice that he can’t bring himself to vocalize any of his typical rude responses. Well, ruder than normal, anyway, he supposes.

Takuya continues to puzzle out the girl as she introduces herself. She has an obvious sense of something supernatural surrounding her, yet he can’t place his finger on what it is quite yet. Those were very obviously not ordinary herbs, but there’s something beyond that to the girl, as well.

Soo Ah continues to be visibly distressed by the wound on his arm. It’s nothing new to him, though, and he doesn’t quite understand why she’s acting so…motherly towards him. He doesn’t care about the attention one way or another, but he is a little bit perplexed and uncomfortable with how she seems to be trying to coddle him, despite the fact that she has no personal stake in his well being.

“No need to worry so much, Soo Ah, my dear,” Takuya tries to assuage her. “I’m simply relocating to someplace a bit further away from the ground.” He unlinks himself from where she’s wrapped around him, trying to provide support with her small frame. The image is comical, really, and Takuya just barely keeps himself from huffing out a laugh.

“Also, the sight of blood is nothing new to me. However, if it makes you squeamish, I think I’ll be quite alright now.”

He leans against the bar momentarily, grabbing the rag he had been using to dry glasses with and using it to wipe up the blood dripping down his arm. Takuya would like to speed this process up so that he can go back to work and so that his arm can begin healing already. He’s really hoping it will be healed up by the time he goes home tonight, honestly. Unsightly scars are not his favorite thing, and he can’t guarantee that this wound won’t leave one, especially if it goes unattended. The pain has improved some as the medicine Soo Ah had given him continues to spread through his body, the unfortunate aftertaste still lingering on the back of his tongue. He snatches up the same bottle of whiskey still sitting on the counter and takes another swig in an effort to get rid of the taste. He immediately scowls. Whiskey and dirty leaves that taste like they’ve been marinated in sulfuric acid are not a good flavor combination.

“Well, if you’re so bent on seeing my arm, then shall we go backstage for a moment? It’s a bit more…private back there. And I don’t much fancy getting my beautiful bar counters covered in anymore of my own blood.”

[tienyeol]

[kworldreview]

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[obsxtakuya]

Tiptoeing the Line

@obsxbjoo

There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with shattering a silence that has been lingering for too long. That sense of devilish achievement, the kind that fills the perpetrator with glee after disturbing a peace that once existed, is what Takuya lives for. That feeling is what he prepares himself to revel in as he approaches the small coffee shop ahead.

The night is dark, the stars being drowned out by the pools of light created by the few street lamps that connect the path between him and the small building. From the short distance away, he can see through the glass windows that the shop looks to be empty inside, excepting for the single employee standing behind the counter. His excitement grows as he sees that the boy appears fairly occupied with whatever he’s thinking about. Even better. He’ll have the element of surprise.

Once he has reached the shop, Takuya lifts his foot and kicks the door at the entrance of the café, the hinges making a gratifying creaking sound as they give way beneath his foot and swing the door open with a dramatic effect. Simultaneously, he yells out in the loudest singsong voice he can muster.

“Oh Jooooooooooo! Come out and play with me!!”

He smirks at the boy’s reaction, strutting up to the counter and placing his weight on it with both palms momentarily, before swinging his legs up and over the counter so he’s standing on the other side with his friend. A few cups topple off the counter, but Takuya pays them no mind.

“I’m booooored. Let’s do something crazy tonight, Joo.” He swings an arm around the smaller boy’s neck, squeezing his shoulder.

“C’mon! Be risky, kid.”

[gataash]

charity.

[obsxtakuya]

@obsnoyna​

( ... )

“pleasure doing business with you.”

noyna smiles politely, counting the bills as the man leaves. before he’s even gone she feels lighter, body anticipating the rush of magic that’s soon to come. it’s a gross thought, one that she shoves down into the darkest little box in the back of her mental attic. it’ll be daylight soon, and she’d only opened the shop to meet with the man. it’s been a long night - the chaos, whatever or whoever it is, seems to be all over the news and she’s exhausted beyond belief. more than anything she wants to close up shop and sleep, maybe not even bother opening in the morning. 

and she plans on doing just that, but as she locks the front door, she sees a figure approaching, running towards the shop. noyna freezes, daring not even to breathe as the man comes forward.

any semblance of danger is gone when he opens his mouth and begs to be let in, but she’s shaken nonetheless. she’s too shocked to speak, merely stepping back, clutching the keys to her chest. 

He could always feel when the first rays of the sun were getting ready to peek through the trees. It was a bizarre feeling, having an innate sense of when you're about to get utterly and inevitably destroyed by the forces of nature. Unfortunately, that ingrained sense didn't seem to extend the kindness of letting Takuya know any earlier than the very last minute, resulting in Takuya being ridiculously good at losing track of time.

This was one of those times.

It was one of his nights off from work, and he’d spent the whole night out, enjoying the freedom that the darkness brought with it as much as he could. He'd been running for an indeterminate amount of time, getting out all the extra energy he had from a day of lazing around. Everything was buzzing by so fast, and he could feel the power of his feet pounding across the streets, through woods, behind empty buildings. He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care.

Well, he didn't care until now, anyway.

That niggling feeling that the fiery bane of his existence was about to come and screw him over started to poke at his chest. He stopped in his tracks, cursing to himself, cursing the stupid sun. How could he let himself do this again? Whatever, he'd just break into some place and hide out for a day. No big deal. He was used to sleeping in strange places anyway. He started to run again, looking around, trying to find a place that looked like an easy target.

A little shop in the distance caught his attention. A pharmacy of some sort, according to the sign. He ran toward it, surveying the building as he approached. Should be pretty easy. It didn't look like it even had any security on it except a few padlocks on the windows and a chain on the door that was currently not even locked. Takuya snorted a quiet laugh out. Amateur work, really. They should try harder to keep their wares secure. Wouldn't want any delinquents getting in.

Takuya approached the store, and he reached for the door. The door was locked, but that meant little to him. He yanked the knob, expecting it to break off as they usually did. But this time, it didn’t budge. He tried again, and the door resisted again. After a few more times, he stepped back and let out a groan.

Magic. There must be anti-magic wards on the place. He was running out of time. The sky was beginning to change colors, lightening up as the sun ceaselessly impeded on it. He didn't have time to find somewhere else to go. Takuya began looking around frantically, looking for a place to hide or a way to sneak in.

Glancing through one of the dusty windows by the door, he saw a shadow move inside. Takuya began banging on the door.

"Hey, let me in!!”

He screamed, not caring for the moment about trying to keep his composure.

“Seriously! I know you’re in there! I swear I don’t care about you or any of your shit! Just let me in so I don’t fucking die!!”

His fist continued pounding against the door, yelling at the shadow. When he saw the shadow move again, he stepped back, heaving in a breath. All he could do now was hope that whoever it was would let him in, and then hope even more that they wouldn’t cause him any more of a hard time than he was already having.

[obsxtakuya]

Couldn’t Chair Less

[obsxtakuya]

@obsxsangmin​

( ... )

He sets down his bags of cookies and whiskey to bake on the kitchen counter, and puts one hand on his hip and grabs one of the bottles of whiskey with the other.

“Time for Teletubbies, bitch. Need a break?”

He opens the first bottle of whiskey and offers it to Takuya.

“You look thirsty.”

After Takuya’s hands wrap around the bottle, Sangmin heads over to the Jenga tower of furniture to begin trying to get things back to comfortable.

Takuya thanks the gods above that Sangmin only appears to spare a glance at the furniture before seemingly accepting the current state of their apartment.

Rude kid, Takuya thinks fondly at Sangmin’s greeting, along with his comment about Takuya’s sweat production. Then he looks down and sees the wet spots that have formed on his shirt...he probably does need to clean up a bit. He’s suddenly aware of the fact that he’s been dancing for the majority of the day, and that his clothes are sticking to him a bit. The thing about vampire stamina is that he never knows how long he’s really been dancing for. His body doesn’t need to stop, so he just...doesn’t.

Sangmin always reminds him when he needs a break, and that’s why he loves his best friend. Well, it’s one of the reasons, anyway. Takuya also loves him because he’s the only other person who knows about the shameful night in high school when the two of them marathoned Teletubbies until five in the morning. It was after a particularly rough fight at school, eyes black, stomachs bruised, and spirits down. They needed to hide from the wrath of Takuya’s parents, and Sangmin’s aunt and uncle were out of town, so they hid out in Sangmin’s basement for the night. The two teens had buried themselves in blankets, sharing the cheapest bottle of wine they could get their hands on as they whistled along to the overly realistic baby sun gently rising from the bottom of Sangmin’s laptop screen. They’d needed something to take the edge off, and Sangmin had always enjoyed the show when they were little kids. Ever since then, the kid’s show has been Sangmin’s go-to pick-me-up when he’s had a bad day. Takuya nods an affirmation to his friend, grabbing the towel from the floor to wipe his face off with.

As his friend gestures towards him, Takuya suddenly remembers another reason that he loves Sangmin: he always knows exactly how much Fireball to buy.

Takuya takes the bottle, chugging it down, and he chokes a little. He’s too dehydrated for the cinnamon alcohol right now, and it burns as it hits the back of his throat with nothing to make the slide easier. He sets the bottle back on the counter and goes for a glass of water as he watches Sangmin try to climb the furniture stack like he’s a hiker in the Himalayas. It looks a bit unstable, and Takuya keeps a watchful eye to make sure Sangmin doesn’t topple to the ground and take all of their furniture with him.

Once Sangmin looks like he has a handle on the situation, Takuya calls out to him.

“Minnie, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be out in a bit. Try not to hurt yourself while I’m gone.”

[obshanah-blog]

-- a break

[obsxtakuya]

@obshanah​

( ... )

“First things first, are you a supernatural?” She begins as her palms rub together against the leaves, its smell strong enough to break between the alcoholic scent flowing through the bar. The smell itself should help with the pain, though the difference won’t be very obvious. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me,” she gives him a reassuring smile, “weeellll, only if you promise to eat this in one go.” She presents the small leaves to him, the same smile still plastered across her features. She finds that these sort of ‘threat’ always works on people without much repercussion – most of the time.

“I can promise that it tastes sweet!” She lies.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t see your prissy little tail over here trying to break anything up.” He knows he probably shouldn’t be rude to someone who could probably kill him by slipping him the wrong kind of medicine, but he doesn’t really care right now.

He pauses when she asks whether he’s a supernatural. Most of the people in the bar are, employees and clients alike, but he’s always wary of who knows and who might be listening. He looks around, eyes scanning the situation, making sure no one else is paying too much attention. He must have paused a moment too long, though. Before he can answer one way or another, she responds that his secret is safe. Had he given himself away that easily?

He’s thrown off by her. Everything about the girl is...strangely calming, and that in and of itself is exactly what makes her unsettling. He’s better at lying than this, has covered up for himself thousands of times. Why did he hesitate this time?

...Probably has something to do with the massive gouge in his arm.

As he ponders the quiet creature in front of him, his senses are overwhelmed by the scent of whatever substance she’s rubbing between her fingers. It smells like the promise of swift death.

He doesn’t really understand why the stranger is helping him. There’s no benefit for her in taking care of the wound on his arm. He wonders what she will want from him. He takes the medicine, knowing it’s going to taste even worse than he thought based on the thinly-veiled lie she presents to him.

He takes the medicine from her, the scent growing stronger with each second. This shit better make him feel brand fuckin’ new with how awful he could sense it would be.

He smirks at her, “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m good at swallowing when I’m told to.”

He takes the medicine, steeling himself against the bitter taste. He grimaces, but feels a weird, uncomfortable sort of sensation run through him as the medicine seems to work through his body. Takuya spares a moment to realize that they’re still sitting on the floor in front of the bar. They’re garnering a few curious glances, so he gets up with a wince and leans against the bar, trying to act as if his arm doesn’t feel like it’s going to tear in half and his stomach isn’t going to implode on him.

“I suppose if we’re going to be getting nice and intimate like this, we should probably introduce ourselves. I’m Takuya.” He tilts his head and sticks his hand out with a gentle flourish for her to shake.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

[obsxirene-deactivated20170911]

Experimentation | Takuya

[obsxtakuya]

@obsxirene

( ... )

She left two books open, one that carried the bulk of information on blood suppressants. The other carrying everything about artificial blood. She had just taken out her toolkit, cutting board already laid out and ready- when she heard a bell softly ring. He had arrived. She smiled somewhat at him (smiling still wasn’t that easy for her but she was trying to be friendly) and nudged a chair in his direction.

“Sit down- let’s get started”

Takuya would like to state for the record that he thought this was a terrible idea.

He doesn’t want to even entertain the idea of not being able to feed for any period of time, no matter how short or long it may be. The bloodlust isn’t as strong as it was a few years ago, but he still feeds pretty often, and sometimes he’ll steal a snack every once in awhile just because he can (or because the snack is cute). The thought of going without that for any amount of time displeases him more than he can even say.

But he doesn’t have much of a choice. His parents are concerned for him. In light of recent events, and with the first bodies found being on his campus, the two are understandably not thrilled that Takuya continues to go to class and work as if he’s not in any danger. They gave him an ultimatum: he find a way to stop feeding until this all blows over, or he come home.

The second one wasn’t an option.

His parents had suggested animal blood, as it was how they supplemented their diet recently, but he didn’t even consider it. They’d tried that when he was first turned, and he spit it back out like it was five month-old rancid milk.

So, he was desperate. His only other option was this witch. He’d heard she was one of the best, if a little bit soft-spoken, and that she was willing to try something new. Most importantly, he’d heard that she was discrete.

None of that makes him hate this any less.

He opened the door to the shop, a quiet tinkling sound ringing out. Takuya glanced around, taking in the shop. It was...quaint. Quiet in a secluded kind of way, but less dreary than he thought a witch’s shop might be. The woman inside greeted him a bit hesitantly, and he sat down in the proffered chair, crossing his legs in front of him and leaning back to take her in. She was small, both in stature and in personality. She seemed friendly, but it was as if she was unsure if she was allowed to be.

Irene laid out the options Takuya had: artificial blood or blood suppressants. He imagined fake blood tasting about as awful as animal blood, but with that same plastic taste that came with those artificial cherry suckers he always got from his neighbors when he was a kid. He’d really rather not, thanks.

“I’d prefer to just not have to feed at all, honestly. It would make my life a lot simpler at the moment.”

[obsxtakuya]

Couldn’t Chair Less

@obsxsangmin

Sleep isn’t coming easy for Takuya today. Not that he really needs the sleep in the first place, but he usually enjoys it in the absence of anything else to do during the days. However, today he’s too agitated to rest peacefully. The recent and sudden spike in violence toward supernaturals doesn’t scare him, and it doesn’t make him particularly sad, either. He doesn’t much care one way or another if a few supernatural beings die. It happens all the time. But he doesn’t like the thought of his parents (or himself for that matter) being put in any unnecessary danger. It seems senseless to him, that this “Chaos Controller” feels the need to make such a show out of it. And the way the victims are being displayed, hung like they’re puppets…it’s just…tacky. Classless, really. Takuya should really give them some style pointers.

Sangmin isn’t in their apartment today. He’s probably out on a hunt again. Takuya wishes that were the case less often than it is. Even more than his concern for his parents, Takuya hated that he knew Sangmin was going to get wrapped up in this whole situation. His parents could protect themselves, had been avoiding people like this and worse for years. Sangmin wasn’t a supernatural, though. Sure, his best friend was strong. Stupidly strong, actually. But Takuya was always worried that Sangmin was going to overlook something, a critical fact, and it was going to get him hurt. Takuya hated that he couldn’t be with him now. They were a team, but he was stuck in this stupid apartment while his best friend wandered around god-knows-where without Takuya by his side.

So, needless to say, he’s a little pissed off about the whole situation in general, and he’s feeling antsy, like he needs to find a way to shake off this gross feeling that seems to be crawling across his skin.

To release some of his extra energy, he decides to practice the dance he’s been working on in jazz class. He begins a few times, speakers blaring jazzy music without concern for the neighbors (hey, at least he’s not doing it at night), but he keeps messing up and having to start over. He feels claustrophobic today. Everything is too close, the apartment too small to contain all the nervous energy inside.

Suddenly, he knows what he needs to do.

He needs to move some furniture.

He starts pushing items, one hand on the couch, the other on the dining room table, shoving them simultaneously toward the wall. A benefit of supernatural strength is that spring cleaning becomes much more efficient than it was when he was a kid.

He tries the dance again. Still not enough space. He’s practiced in here before, knows he’s made it work with less effort than this. Why isn’t it working today?

Frustrated, he begins picking up pieces of furniture and stacking them on top of each other. He makes sure to treat them gently, considering Sangmin made most of the furniture they own. He lifts two chairs that Sangmin made in shop in high school, placing them on top of the dining room table that Sangmin made two years ago. The couch leans vertically against the wall, teetering at what is probably a dangerous angle, but takes up the least amount of space in the apartment.

Finally, with the carpet rolled up and stuck on top of the ottoman (which is on top of the tv stand, which is on top of the coffee table), Takuya feels like he has the room to move freely. He plugs his phone back into the speaker system (now in the opposite corner of the room, a mass of throw pillows balanced precariously on top of it), and begins the track once more.

That’s better.

Once he has his focus back on track, he keeps dancing, starting the song over countless times. Step, step, kick, and 4, step ball-change, and 7 and 8, pirouette, 3, land, pivot and 5, turn and 6, plié and 8. The moves all blur together as he does them again, again, again. Time passes, he’s sure, but he has no awareness of how much or little it may be.

He pauses, mid-plié, sweat making his bangs stick together in little triangles on his forehead, when he hears a familiar voice cut through the song.

“Oh, hey Minnie.”

He straightens up from his position, running his hand through his hair to wipe some of the sweat off his head.

“Uh….what time is it?”

[obshanah-blog]

-- a break

[obsxtakuya]

@obshanah​

[ ... ]

After the sound of light music fall across the room, she left her unfinished drink on the table and snatching her small bag from her lap to make her way to where she thought the fight was. Without wasting much time, she focused on the smell of blood (she silently hoped there weren’t any) and followed it until a visibly battered figure was found.

“Ah, I assume the offender have finally gone?” A soft laughter left her lips as a smile traces across her features. She sits next to the man, setting her purse aside, “I’m surprised, he did quite the damage on you. Are there any injuries you’d like me to look over?”

All Takuya wanted was a quiet night at work. That was really all he asked for after a long day of practicing in his apartment. And maybe “quiet” was a bit too much to ask for as a bartender at Heaven’s Gate, but most nights, he could usually at least ask for “simple” or “not as annoying as it could be”.

Tonight was apparently not one of those.

He stood behind the bar counter, continuing to clean glasses as a group of idiots across from him screamed nonsensically at each other. He raised an eyebrow slowly, unimpressed with their steadily rising voices. Some days he got a kick out of watching the more inebriated customers get into it with each other, but today he just wished they had a mute button.

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound, and Takuya lifted his head up to look. One of the larger yelling idiots had apparently thrown a glass at the other, and now the second guy was stumbling out of his chair towards the first guy. They began to throw punches, yelling garbled fragments of what were probably words at each other.

Takuya started looking around for Sangmin, hoping he could drag these guys out. The bouncer was nowhere to be found. Takuya sighed. Guess he was going to have to handle this himself.

“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to take this elsewhere, kiddies. Playtime’s over, and I’m not really in the mood to clean up any more of your broken glasses tonight.”

Both men rounded on him at the same time. They looked at him, then each other, and continued fighting more violently than they had been before. Takuya raised his voice, telling them to stop. He approached them, using his quick reflexes to dodge flying glasses and swinging arms. He pulled the larger of the two men away, but got caught off guard as he turned around, getting kneed in the stomach by the smaller guy. It didn’t hurt much, but it did distract him long enough that he didn’t notice the larger man reaching into his pocket.

As Takuya raised back up to take care of them both, the larger man pulled out a knife. In the last moment, Takuya saw the glint of the blade, but only in time to follow his knee-jerk reaction to put his hand up to grab for the man’s wrist. He missed, and the blade sliced across his arm. A split second later, searing pain blazed through his skin, like a fire had been lit in his bloodstream and was burning from the inside out.

The knife must have been made of silver. Well, shit.

Takuya pressed his injured arm to his side, using his other arm to try to get these dumbasses off of the property. He grabbed one of them by the shirt collar, throwing him across the bar and flying into a table on the other side of the room. The pain from his wound was intense enough that the remaining man got a few punches in on him before apparently getting bored and walking away.

On the ground is not really how Takuya anticipated spending his Friday night.

He looked up at the sudden voice speaking to him. It was gentle, almost unfitting in the setting. “Yeah, and better that they did. They may not have made it out of here had they stayed much longer.”

Her next words surprised him. And annoyed him a little, honestly. Takuya didn’t want to accept her help. He hated the thought, and he hated it even more since she was being so...cloyingly sweet about it. But this knife wound was probably not gonna just disappear on its own, and it hurt like a bitch. He could at least get her to give him some drugs, maybe.

He reached up to the counter above him, grabbing the bottle of whiskey he had been getting ready to put away earlier and taking a swig from it before settling back on the ground. He gestured to the gash on his arm, gritting out the words with as little sarcasm as he could muster. “Sure, honey, if you think you can help. Go ahead, I suppose.”

[obsxtakuya]

~munday~

Preferred name: El Preferred pronouns: she/her Timezone: EST

Preferred writing style (script, para, either): no preference? I’ve never tried script, but would be more than happy to if someone wanted!

Preferred writing genre (light themes, dark themes, domestic/ship/familial themes, etc): none really. i like foolishness, but im open to trying lots of things

Genres you’re less interested/would rather not partake in (sexual nsfw, violent nsfw, ships, etc): i am not super comfortable with horror/gore and have like, .001 experience in nsfw so i probably am not v good at it??

Any other writing preferences (icons, small text, etc)? i dont really know what im doing lol

Favorite color: Teal

Favorite/lucky number: 12

A song/show/drama you’d recommend: I’m sorry to say this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v35fWf1CWFQ has been stuck in my head all day. someone help me.

Fill in the blank: You’re always free to message me about ___!” Small animals, fluffy things, foolishness, your characters, my character, plots, memes, Lee Taemin, your day, the sandwich you just made. Anything goes, the world is yours.

If you could choose a species in Obscura that you’d like to be, what would it be? Why? I JUST WANT TO BE A WERE-POMERANIAN OK

What is your ultimate weakness; what makes you feel all soft and squishy inside? small and/or fluffy things/Lee Taemin

Write the first thing to come to mind in caps: BARBIE GRILL

Three random facts about you:

- i have an uncanny ability to suddenly forget every miniscule fact i know about myself as soon as anyone asks me to tell them something interesting about myself

- i have two cats that make my heart melt

- i have an unnecessary amount of love for boiled eggs as a food group

[obsxtakuya]

Hello~~~

I’m El! I just wanted to pop up and say hi! I’m really excited to start working with this dumb child o’ mine and to get to talk to you all! This is my first RP ever sooooo I’d super appreciate any help or advice that you guys might have! I’d love to plot with any of ya, so feel free to shoot me a message anytime! If you can’t tell by all of the exclamation marks, I’m really pumped about this!!

Thanks!!

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Takuya | HyolynxJooyung - Erase [MV]