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we all know how that works, right? like this for a starter! (( might be short, might not; depends on what i can come up with after reading your character’s bio )) i’m also up for plotting if that’s what you’d prefer, so feel free to hit me up via inbox!
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Noticing how the crowd has lessen a bit from the rush hour earlier, she couldn’t help but to steal a few more looks of the male in front of her as their surrounding gets quieter. She let out a sigh as she realizes how he was looking at the ladies who were wearing skimpily and tugs a strand of hair behind her ear before tearing her gaze away to make another drink for the other customer that was at the bar.
sitting so close to the worker there was awkward - especially because he noticed the way she laid her eyes on him from time to time. ever since he was young he did get quite a few compliments on his handsome features, but having someone staring at him at a bar he went to for some time off was not his favorite. “excuse me?” the male decided to open up his mouth after a few minutes. “do you happen to know what time it is?”
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She freezes in her action for awhile upon making out the features of the male before shaking her head to snap out of the daze and nods. She then went ahead to open a bottle of whiskey to get it into a glass, filling it just a quarter of the cup and places the glass in front of the male with the can of coke. ❝ Enjoy your drink! ❞
hason had the same, polite smile sticking on his lips as he kept his gaze on the female working on his drinks. as per usual, seeing pretty girls around him.., he didn’t lie to himself. it was something he enjoyed, especially after a long day at work. “thank you”, the male nodded quickly once getting his order, his fingers curling up around the small glass.
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Her eyes travels to the male as he approaches the bar before flopping down onto a chair. ❝ Hi mister, what would you like to have? ❞
“uh.., whiskey, please”, the male nodded quickly, propping elbows against the wooden surface of the counter. there was a faint smile taking over his lips, making eye contact with the worker. “and a can of coke too, if you have any.”
“It hurts…”
blood. blood everywhere. the red liquid was covering her shirt that just a moment before before was shining in it’s beautiful, pastel colors. it wasn’t just a small spot that one could wash off - and it sure as hell looked painful as well. how she managed to hurt herself so badly, hason had no idea. the moment he turned his back on her, she was already managing to do something that could possibly even put her health under a risk.
“should i call an ambulance?”
there was a risk she would bleed more than she should, causing her to pass out or something even worse. so him asking the most obvious question out there was literally not helping, at all. he wasn’t the sharpest when it came to thinking && helping others. and somehow, the only scenario running through his mind was this moment from one of his favorite action movies where the main character ripped off his shirt and wrapped it around the girl’s wrist. that’s what he needed to do too, to stop the bleeding.
“okay so-”, he mumbled, mostly to himself, while scratching the back of his head. no way in hell would he rip off his shirt like the main actor in that movie - that, in hason’s opinion, was a little too much. “apply some pressure to the wound with your hand, i’ll get you a towel!” and without wasting another second he got up from the floor, taking a few running steps towards one of the cabinets.
“Let me go!”
“listen, i’m not the one to hurt you—”
there was a sense of calmness in his voice. he needed to move quickly, get her out of the way before it was too late. dealing - what others thought were furniture - was dangerous enough on it’s own and having other, innocent people included was hason’s last wish. why someone like her as wandering around the streets of seoul was a mystery too. it was dangerous anyway and she should know that.
“—but i need you to go.”
hason had a tight grip on the younger female’s wrists, his hazel colored eyes locked on hers. like he said, he did not want to hurt her - but he knew the people he worked with would. smuggling was a way of life to those guys and they would do what ever they could to make sure they won’t get caught. killing a stranger.., this wouldn’t be the first time. but that’s what the stranger didn’t know.
“i know it’s crazy, but trust me, okay?”
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“Please, you’ve got to help me! I think he/she’s dead!” “It hurts…” “No, don’t touch me!” “You’re a monster!” “I’m the monster? What about you?” “They’re coming after me.” “I never wanted you to get hurt.” “I trusted you.” “Please don’t do this. Please.” “I don’t believe you.” “Why can’t you just believe me?!” “I never loved you.” “Let me go!” “If you scream, it’ll be worse.” “If only someone loved you…” “I’m not sorry.” “They want to hurt me!” “Don’t try to fix me.” “I don’t feel anything.” “If you say a word, I’ll slit your throat.” “Are you threatening me?” “I hate you.” “Did you honestly think I ever cared?” “This is wrong.” “You’re dying.” “I’m dying.” “It was all an act.” “[insert name] is dead.”
❝ call me hannah, hannah song. ❞
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❝ aniyo, it’s not weird– - that weird i should say really. i’m going to agree and say it’s hunger that’s taking over your mind and all. – - aigoo, don’t bring your wisdom into this. the bomrilla concept will still stand. he must like it or at least find it funny. it’s pretty much a glimpse into my overall-self and how i am all the time. ❞
“i’m sure you can’t deny though, tortillas are pretty god damn amazing. anyway, let’s just stick to the subject now-- it’s the truth though, not just me trying to be wise. i mean what if that guy is scared of gorillas? that might be the case, you never know.”
` odd … AND freaky? so if i spend some more time with you, am i going to get to see those sides of you? `
“don’t get your hopes up, but that might be the case. though i’m not sure if that’s a good thing; being odd and freaky, that is. i guess you can tell me once you figure it out.”
❝excuse me, but why are you so charming today?❞ slim fingers intertwine as she speaks, slow and soft, only a faint smile accompanying her delicate features. mira loved getting compliments, there was no doubt. but it was new to her, hearing them come from hason, who usually only nagged her. ❝if only you were this nice all the time, ah. then you’d be able to appreciate my beauty day by day. but you chose to be a brat, that’s your problem now.❞ the vague smile turned into a rather playful grin and she slowly raked her digits through the short hair on her head.
“today?” he asked with both brows raised, a hand raised closer to his face as he fixed his sideburns. hason knew it was her way of trying to tease him; saying things about him and his looks, and of course, he knew how not to take them too seriously. “listen, misses miracle, you’re totally ruining the moment now.” there was a sense of calmness in his voice. he never went too over the top with his actions in the first place, but even when playing around, he had a serious side to him.
Busted
busted: your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
parties. almost every guy in their twenties loved to go clubbing and have some fun without having to worry about the world and its’ issues. of course, hason was one of them as well. however, it wasn’t just an ordinary night out this time. for once, the rather shy male met up with some kids a little younger than him who were totally cool to hang out with. they ordered shots, drank fancy drinks and played games a normal human being only plays when being under something stronger than water. danced, listened to good music and somehow he ended up going to the after party one of the guys had set up for that group of theirs.
time flew by faster than any of them even realized. drinks kept getting down their throats as the night went on and slowly welcomed the upcoming sunrise. most of the people blacked out all over the small studio apartment that was covered in good, empty bottles and clothes. what was a good night with friends without at least one of them getting naked, right? but hason wasn’t the one to sleep. maybe that’s why his hangovers were always the worst - he stayed up till the next day and went on for as long as his energy lasted.
“what are you doing?”
bored. that’s what the male was while waiting for someone to wake up and keep him company. little did he know that he wasn’t the only one awake anymore && going through other people’s stuff clearly wasn’t a wise thing to do. yet still, that’s what he did to cure that boredom of his, the toxic still lingering in his body.
“me? nothing--”, he started off by letting go of that strange backpack, trying hard to cover up the fact that he was going through every single part of it like it was his own. “--i was just.., i think- this is not mine, right? mine looks exactly like this though.” excuses. he didn’t even have a bag with him. “so.., i assume this is yours”, he continued soon after, offering the stranger a kind smile, standing up from the floor as carefully as he could - trying his best not to fall. “i’m sorry, man, i really thought it was mine.”
