living in a simulation.

distract ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎my ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ brain ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ from ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ the ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ news . it's ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ not ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ if ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ it's ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ not ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ with ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ you .

[placidites]

‎ jae sulyeon ... she / her , ' 69 - ' 96 , apartment # 08 , floor # 03 .

summarized : hey there friends !! i am cioran ( she / her pronouns ) and am beyond excited to be here with you all ! my contribution comes in the form of jae sulyeon ; born in incheon , died in busan , not that she remembers any of it . she can be very withholding as a defense mechanism , but her ability to keep a level head in most situations is arguably her greatest attribute . pertinent info about her can be found in the links below , but you can find some condensed bullet points about her below the cut ! as always , if you're interested in plotting with sulyeon , simply hit the heart and i'll dm you soon !

‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎i. 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆. ii. 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕. iii. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. iv. 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔.

a girl who once knew mostly tragedy and loss , the shadow of jae sulyeon that walks the streets of ansong is a jaded memento of all she suffered while alive , though she hasn't unlocked a single memory since being here .

there are inklings , things that come naturally to her , but she can never figure out why or how it happens . once a romantic poet that obsessed over words written decades or centuries before she was born ; sulyeon still puts pen to paper constantly with no understanding or connection to the act or to the words she's writing . it's frustrating and only makes her disconnect more from her surroundings .

she works as a stocker at the book nook , losing herself for ages in stories rather than ever really working , but it fills the maddening day full of empty hours .

when she does grow close to someone , they get her at her absolute best . she's far more vibrant and lighthearted and happy when she's in the presence of someone she really cares about .

she's a fairly quiet neighbor to have , and while she's perfectly civil towards people , there's an unmistakable gloom that follows her everywhere .

[placidites]

intended for : callum park ( @solstitios ) setting : outside the fire station details : word association is something of a love language .

there were few things so symphonic to sulyeon as the turning of book pages , and it was the soundtrack to her every day spent poring over literary masterpieces when she attended her shift at the book nook . she'd read anything , but she always seemed to gravitate more towards poetry . the theme she connected with would shift from day to day depending upon what mood she was in or what was going on in her life , but the right vibrant flow of words could alter the course of her very week .

it was a gift sulyeon liked to spread around if she was able , taking great pride in handing off books to people she cared about for the simple reason that it reminded her of them . the topic that seemed to be sticking out more than anything else to her these days was ' fire ' . it was an interesting element ; destructive and reckless but also warm and inspiring . it spurned people to do the impossible , it stoked passion and love but it could also incinerate the life out of anything . for sulyeon , it was simply a trigger to pull whenever she wanted the comforting idea of callum park to take shape in her mind .

even as her feet , often moving through the city of ansong without much input from her , carried her towards the fire station he was employed at , the thought of him put her at ease . confident fingers inched along the outline of the book of poems in her bag as she came upon the building , hoping to catch sight of him outside .

it wasn't as though they'd had many interactions — on the contrary . sulyeon really didn't know any further than his name and occupation and that he happened to be her next door neighbor . she couldn't remember precisely when he'd moved in , but ever since he had , she couldn't deny that her curiosity was piqued . the energy he carried seemed dynamic and inviting ; something about him seemed so alive amongst the almost too tranquil and idyllic ansong . it left her wondering strange things like if his hands were more roughly textured due to his work or if his skin was warm , unlike hers which always felt cool to the touch .

soft eyes scanned the business front until she found his face , lip corners instinctively twitching upward as she adjusted a sundress made in a bygone era before making her way over to him . " hey ! i hope you don't mind me dropping by . i found a poem at work that made me think of you , " she recited proudly , not at all shy or embarrassed about this revelation . " i know it's close to lunchtime , so i thought maybe we could grab something , my treat ? " she tosses out the invitation as she fiddles with curls being stolen by the breeze . " it's just a short little thing , it won't take much time , i promise ! " as the deal is sweetened , fingers busy themselves with the hem of her dress and eyes linger on his face in preparation for a response .

[iterum]

" hey , uhhh ... sorry , do you think you could find a game among all of these apps and open it for me ? literally any of them will do . " ( placidites )

a washer that has been passed down four times can only do so much. and on the budget that soonwon is on, he most definitely can’t afford buying a new one considering - as the repairman stated “it’ll cost you more to fix this than to buy a new one that actually works at this point”. considering the amount of times the washer had leaked on him, soonwon had found himself dropping by the local laundromat a lot more than he cared to admit to avoid any further damages to his apartment. 

so much to his chagrin, he’s found himself at the laundromat once more. rather than his typical drop-off and return, soonwon has willingly plopped himself into the far corner of the seating area. managing the unused funeral home has left him with a bit more baggage of stress paired with his broken washing machine recently and with it at an all time high, he does what’s best and starts tackling the source of his problems. balancing his finances. that is until another occupant approaches him. there’s something about their voice that rings familiar but it’s only after soonwon lifts his cap to look up at them underneath the yellow laundromat lights that he realizes-

“ oh … it’s you … ” a moment of silence. the raise of a brow. a judgmental stare. “ you don’t know how to … open a game ? ”

[placidites]

perhaps sulyeon should have paid a bit more attention to whom she'd been requesting help from , but her eyes rolled toward the ceiling anyway upon seeing that it was soonwon . " yes , it's me . the girl who lives above you , " she spoke pointedly , clearly implying that the arrangement had proven to be fairly ... incompatible to say the least . an offended hand snaked to her hip and her lips pursed into a frown at his words before she offered up a retort . " so the whole miniature computer in my pocket thing doesn't come naturally , so what ? i don't bother memorizing the things that don't come naturally , " she answered matter - of - factly , her face angled upward , though the slight flush she wore indicated that she was somewhat embarrassed about her technological failures .

sulyeon had barely noticed soonwon was there before she'd needed assistance , and it wasn't even intentional due to their past clashes , she just tended to fall into a mental void at times . " plus , it's not that i can't open it , it's just that the pictures are scattered everywhere and i can't find any of the fun ones . if you do it , i might leave you alone and let you get back to work . though we all know it won't be done quietly , " the last bit was said under her breath with a cheeky lift to her tippy toes , though he'd likely heard it .

[placidites]

intended for : anyone ! setting : the laundromat at the apartment complex details : technophobe sulyeon forgets how to use her phone

as washers and driers whirred and tumbled within the small jeoseung complex laundry area , sulyeon drummed her fingers upon the empty seat next to her in boredom . it wasn't that her clothes had any smell to them other than her typical scent , but she'd taken to doing laundry anyway out of habit and as a way to fill time . time was something she seemed to have a never - ending surplus of , and she still wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that . her ankles rotating restlessly in rhythm with her tapping now , she suddenly remembered the mobile device in her pocket . it was a genuine marvel , unlike anything she could remember before coming to ansong , but she often fell short of the skill to actually use it efficiently . she knew it was like miniature computer with amazing capabilities , and she'd learned a lot of the basic functions like texting and bring up the camera , but she still sometimes struggled . glancing bashfully over at another person in the area , she makes the reluctant walk towards them . " hey , uhhh ... sorry , do you think you could find a game among all of these apps and open it for me ? literally any of them will do . "

[femaleidols]

ROSÉ for Dazed Korea ♥

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[annori]

Donna Tartt, from The Goldfinch (2013)

[lisbongrl]

i wish i didn’t care about anything

[placidites]

𝒕𝒂𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒑 !