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Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap
Cosmic Funnies
NASA
EXPECTATIONS
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@theartofmadeline
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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almost home
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Fai_Ryy
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@scrxgain
eVERY SCORPIO THAT OWNS THEIR OWN BUSINESS NEEDS TO HANG THIS
Tracker;; 02/12/2013
Owing:
Luhan
Kris
Ahri
Dara
Daehyun
Kyungsoo (starter)
Waiting (please take your time! ;_;):
Say
Sumin
Taemin
Jiyong
Hyunseung
Chanyeol
Sehun
Krystal - Halloween
Plotting:
?????
Days Gone By|| GaIn&Sehun
It was risible for him to talk about sincerity, especially with someone who had been related closely to that part of his history. It was a faulty concept to discuss between them, he believed, for there was truly no sincerity given to those who had tossed money at them. Not in her case, not in his case. He supposed that he comprehended her case fairly well considering that heâd been best friends with someone who had been thrust into that kind of lifestyle earlier in his life; a puny boy with an air of vague impudence surrounding him, as if to protect himself from the hands ready to taint him but only to be faced with the inevitable failures. There had been no sincerity that people like them could emit when everything had been compelled into them; their bodies were nothing but commodities, their minds deemed as nothing but vain attributes unworthy of consideration. The only difference between their and his stories was the fact that he had only been touched by a pair of hands, while they had been claimed to be a possession of many pairs of hands, too many pairs of hands.
Listening to her expressing her thoughts of how she still believed in the importance of sincerity, along with the unfulfilled desire to have it in her, made him feel like he was being overly skeptical. But he was young, supposedly the more naĂŻve between the two, yet he was the one not wanting anything to do with the naivety. He wasnât there to chastise her notion, however, as he was never the type to convince people of his own beliefs and shove ideas down their throats. He was more of a listener, letting perceptions which didnât affect his life roam free. People could believe in whatever they wanted to, and he would believe in whatever he wanted to until he was proven wrong. âI understand,â he responded curtly.
Her way of articulating her feelings about his current lifeâand what couldâve becomeâmade him feel uncomfortable, although he meticulously placed his attention on his poise to ensure that none of his true feelings were leaked into the surface. His detachment from Scorpio had been obvious since his mistressâs passingâhe had seen what those people had done to someone who had been his friend, so he certainly had wanted nothing to do with them. Had he been taken under her roof, he knew that he would be able to survive, but not without forfeiting what had been left of his dignity. It was, if he were to assess it from his current point of view, a terrible nightmare.
âSure,â he said in answer to her request, nodding calmly. It seemed that heâd safely convinced her, so that she wouldnât prod further into the matter. But just when he thought that she would drop the topic altogether, she brought it into another level. This time, it tickled him in an inexplicable way, and he wanted to talk, somehow. He wanted to assure her that his normality was defined according to the standards of the society, of the people who had never seen the darkness proffered by the underground life.
âI thought that youâd know by now that Iâm not exactly a talker,â he spoke, before taking another sip of his coffee. âBut youâre right, thereâs no point of this meeting if we donât talk.â He let a lapse settle itself between them for a moment, his eyes travelling across her features before fixing themselves on his half-drained mug as he continued. âIâve been⊠well, like Iâve said before. I live with someone⊠my significant other. And Iâm saving the money that I get from work so that I can go to college later. Itâs pretty normal. Iâm not sure about what else to say since my life is pretty mundane.â
It seemed odd to GaIn that these tow otherwise unmatched people had taken time out of their day, completely put their life on hold to talk about things that in the grand scheme of life mattered very little, the trivial things were all they could discuss for fear of revealing too much of their dark and morbid secrets. Perhaps the other didn't realise that everything said by GaIn was simply the tip of the iceberg and that there was more hidden underneath, and it was the truth which she kept buried deep down within her that would eventually be her undoing. Yet still she could not bring herself to confide in someone else, instead she allowed herself to be the shoulder to cry on.
"No... you don't understand. But that's no longer important, is it? After all I can wish all I want and nothing will change." GaIn found that she was no longer looking at the younger man, her gaze drifting off to nowhere in particular as her mental focus slowly sunk into the dark abyss of her mind, dredging up seemingly long forgotten thoughts and worries of the past, a dark laugh escaped her lips as she lingered on these thoughts for a moment, 'would I get into college?' 'will that boy ask me out on a date?'. 'will we have something other than fish for tea tonight?'. It was sad how she had traded all these minuscule concerns to try and chase a dream that wasn't important. "After all this, I suppose we deserved our fate." Came her voice, mumbled somewhat as she spoke to nobody in particular.
Finally she returned back to reality as a smirk spread across her otherwise tired face, eyes lingering on Sehun once more. "Your life is mundane? Somehow I find that hard to believe, how could you enter this world and then go back to a completely normal life? Surely you should be restless?" A sigh escaped her lips as the smirk lingered at the corners of her lips. "Either way, if this is true I'm jealous, truly."
metus | jiyong&gain
He nodded, taking her request in regard, âAlright, Gain then,â he began, a small smile spreading across his lips. Formalities werenât her thing, where they? Then, did his own title make her uncomfortable? She looked uncomfortable, he didnât need to be a genius with a PhD in body language to notice that. Jammed up against one wall, if he didnât know better, heâd think that she figured him as a dangerous serial killer and was worrying and watching for her life. But, he did know better. "Oh?" he said, his brow furrowing in concern. Or the look of concern he had perfected over the years. His student. This student she spoke of. Someone she obviously showed some concern in regard to. She cared about this girl. "Did she?" he spoke softly, his expression softening as he gazed lightly, almost through her, as if remembering the face of the young girl who he remembered so well. "What sorts of things did she say about me?" he asked, looking up at her with sad eyes. He knew how to make his eyes cloud with the emotions he couldnât feel, but could express so well. "Hurt her?" he said, cocking his head to the side before shaking it lightly. "I havenât the slightest clue, Gain," he said slowly, as if pondering the idea. "Gayun was a quiet, and sweet girl. Why would anyone want to hurt her?" He could think of plenty of reasons, including the reason why someone did. But why was she here? Why exactly? To track down her dead hooker? Is that why? Most likely. She was a bad person, and her presence made Jiyongâs skin crawl in disgust he couldnât really know he felt for sure. "Is there a reason," he began slowly and deliberately as he met the femaleâs gaze, "that someone would want to hurt her?"Â
GaIn's brow furrowed in confusion, the man had just been presented news that a student of his was missing and all he was concerned about were the praises she had said of him? This was the problem with the educated kind, they never seemed to care for anyone but themselves, at least this was what GaIn saw from her perspective. All they were concerned about was getting more money for them, not caring who they step on in order to get it.
"Somehow I think rubbing your own ego isn't the most important thing at this moment in time, Professor." Though her words were brave, GaIn could not deny that his slow, deliberate way of talking and acting set her on edge. Though the emotion seemed real enough she couldn't help but fear that there was a deeper level of thinking going on behind those eyes, as if his concern wasn't only on the missing girl, or was barely on it for that matter.
A lump in her throat prevented her from swallowing as the question got turned on its head and directed towards her, was he analysing her or something? She knew he had advanced knowledge on the workings of the brain, did it honestly extend to the point where he could read her, almost as if he was directly reading her mind? GaIn tried to convince herself that this notion was stupid, yet she still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had descended upon her.
"There's always someone out to hurt another, isn't there? Even if there's no exact reason." GaIn cleared her throat whilst her mind searched for ways in which she could continue without completely giving away how she knew Gayun. "We shared a place together, but I didn't know her too well, aside from this place I don't know where she went when she wasn't at home, who she spent time with or anything like that."
Of course this was a partial lie, GaIn knew that, for the most part, Gayun was quite a solitary person, the effects of essentially being raped in exchange for money night after night. However there had been times when GaIn couldn't quite account for her whereabouts, and the girl hadn't bothered to divulge this information to her, leading GaIn to this man here, the only other she definitely had contact with.
Somebody could have found the body by now, the police would be all over it, though torn with their course of action. On the one hand, she was a university student who had high hopes for the future, but on the other she was a prostitute, someone society didn't care about and therefore didn't want their taxes being wasted on. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be a mild investigation, and GaIn knew she would be brought into questioning at one point, partial blame would be pinned on her simply because she was the brothel manager and no one would care to hear her defence, so she needed to find the truth before this happened.
Gain being a beautiful model.
Leonardo Da Vinci|| GaIn&Dara
Hell was going to break loose. Contrary to popular belief GaIn was not the owner of her particular brothel, she just managed it and ensured that everything was running smoothly and kept in order. There were actually many people, mostly men, who were superior to her and checked up on her establishment to make sure that all the appropriate checks and measures were being done. So when, after a night of 'passion' at least on his behalf, a customer left a males room with a rather expensive painting hanging about his neck, completely ripped asunder, GaIn fell into panic mode.
The next check was due relatively soon and she had to get this painting replaced, and cheaply, before the men were due to arrive. It was amazing how they could be so picky over little things, undoubtedly demanding monetary compensation for the damage caused and GaIn dreaded to think just how much that painting had cost.
She spent a day searching the web, after being shown how to use it by one of her employees, desperately searching for an artist who was nearby, promised quick work but was also in her price range. Which was bargain to dirt cheap. The woman had near about given up and was ready to pay the final, hefty bill that would be slapped in her face come inspection, however a small little advert on a forum caught her eye. An art University graduate was painting on commission well within GaIn's price range. The best thing about this was her location, where she could be contacted.
Scorpio territory.
A grin spread across her face as she checked the time, the place would definitely be open yet would, with any luck, be quiet as anything. Meaning it was the perfect time to distract and harass a girl whilst she was working.
She left as if she had no time to spare, going as quickly as her heeled boots would allow, the last scrap of the infamous painting clenched tightly in her hand, unaware that sweaty palms led to paint and ink running. GaIn pushed the door to the place open, panting slightly as she made her way up to the only artsy looking girl there, judging completely off the fact that part of her head was shaved, and held out the slightly smudged scrap of painting.
"You... you paint don't you? Can you make me this but make it big, old looking and not like it's been smacked over somebody's head, yeah?"
"Oh, it's you."
7) Your muse is sitting behind mine and has to get my characterâs attention by throwing balls of paper and paper planes and the back of my head, mine finally cracks.
Why a group of prostitutes, drug dealers, con men and murderers needed to go on an MT was beyond her however nevertheless GaIn, as one of the brothel managers, had found herself roped into going along. A 2 days, 1 night trip that was actually extended into a 4 days, 3 nights trip in order to account for travel time as for some reason they had decided to go to the opposite side of the country, to get some âfresh sea airâ.
And, of course, due to many people not having passports or even technically existing, they couldnât get a plane.
Which meant a bus full of 30 or so people, many of whom had never met due to being in different facilities of the faction, were making the arduous journey across country whilst silently praying that there would be alcohol at the end of the long road. Though they highly doubted it.
Three hours into the trip and boredom had completely descended upon the crowd, the lucky ones managed to drift to sleep, including the fellow brothel manager sat beside her who couldnât stop himself from resting his weary head against her chest, regardless of how many times she moved him, it seemed.
GaIn was not one of the lucky few, and as it turns out neither was the one sat behind her. She managed to keep her cool for a while, staring out of the window with arms folded and a pout on her lips. Then it stopped and a sigh of relief left her mouth.
However, it seemed that this sigh came too soon as a barrage of three or four paper balls hit her head at once.
"Yah!" She shouted, turning in her seat to glare at the girl behind her, one she had seen a couple of times before but not enough to truly know her. "I swear if you throw one more thing at me I will shove all these up your ass so hard youâll discover a new fetish!"
The loud voice in a silent bus caused everyone to wake up and the driver to swerve a touch, but neither girl noticed as GaIn stared Krystal down, locking eyes, waiting. Finally GaIn had decided that the other had learnt her lesson and turned back in her seat, huffing as she did so, closing her eyes just in time⊠to feel another paper ball hit the back of her head.
"Right that does it." She near growled as a clamour of people leapt forwards to try and pull the irate GaIn back. Needless to say this wasnât going to be the most successful MT in history.
"Oh, it's you!"
11) My muse forgets to lock the bathroom door, and their singing is interrupted mid shower as yours storms in to take a piss; the reaction on both sides is nothing short of comical.
Sweet bliss, finally they had warm water back in their house and GaIn was the first one to take advantage of it, singing softly as she lathered up her hair, spiking it up and generally messing about, not wanting to leave the waterâs soft embrace any time soon.
Just as she was getting into the song, feeling the beat and beginning to belt the lyrics out, a crash brought her back to her senses. Cold air rushed into her warm abode and a figure disturbed her peace, causing her to shriek in shock, though most people here had seen her naked one way or another it still wasnât nice for them to barge in like this unannounced.
GaIn recognised the man and was just about to tell him where to go when she noticed something odd, why was he standing in front of the toilet, and why was he zipping down his pants, and whyâ oh god.
"Yah! Jongjin! What the hell do you think youâre doing?! Do you really think that itâs appropriate to do that in front of a girl?!" She screamed whilst trying to cover herself up with the translucent shower curtain, out of the very people she was still embarrassed of being naked around, Jongjin was one of them. After a couple of comments along the lines of ânice breastsâ, âyou were in here an hourâ and âitâs not like youâve never seen a dick beforeâ GaIn was really beginning to lose her patience, picking up the closest sharp object that she could find to threaten him with, which, sadly, happened to be a pair of tweezers.
"I swear if you donât get out of this bathroom and let me enjoy this shower I will slowly, but surely, pluck out everyone of those disgusting little hairs youâre flashing me right there."
She was quite surprised when he complied to this threat, finishing and zipping up. But then came the flush.
So much for that nice, warm shower.
Oh, it's you.
3) For one reason or another my muse has to take yours to the hospital and stay with them in the A&E waiting room.
Sunday afternoon should not be spent like this. Sunday afternoon should be spent watching trashy TV and eating lots of food, the one day of the week GaIn gets off unconditionally. So how did it end up like this? She had been minding her own business walking down along the streets, trying to pay no attention to the stumbling male figure coming her way, figuring that it was just one of the many drunkards around these parts.Â
However when a bloody hand clasped about hers and a weak voice begged for help, the woman could no longer play ignorant. Her eyes wide with shock as they trailed from thee manâs face down to the bleeding wound in his abdomen. It took a moment for her to combat shock however GaIn still managed to call an ambulance quickly, catching him before he could fall to the floor and doing as the dispatch operator instructed.
Eventually the ambulance arrived and, due to shock, GaIn accompanied them in order to be treated at the hospital, however on the ride there, the man delirious from blood loss no doubt, raised his hand to her one more time and uttered those three, pathetic words.
"Please donât leave."
How could she leave after that? This man who they could find no information on, no idea who to contact, had asked her to stay with him? A pang of pain went through her chest as she agreed to stay. Her Sunday afternoon was spent mainly sat in the waiting room, blood cleaned off of her as she awaited for the man, who she found to have been stabbed, to be out of surgery. Five, painful hours, and finally she received the news that he was out and she could go visit.
Of course he wasnât due to wake for another couple of hours yet still she sat there, ignoring phone calls from the people she lived with, asking where she was and if she was alright. She was growing tired yet she couldnât bear to leave him to wake up on his own.
Just as her eye lids were dropping, a small cough brought her back into the waking world. The man was awake, groggy and confused as to who she was, but awake. A small, weak smile appeared on her face.
"Hey, I was the girl who rang you in. You⊠you asked me to stay. Is there anyone you would like me to call for you?"
Oh it's you :)
4) Itâs the middle of the night and my muse is woken by yours knocking on the door wanting attention
GaIn, after having been scolded many a times by the other girls and boys in her building, had been forced to develop what was called a ânaturalâ sleeping routine which only really resulted in her getting no sleep at all for the first couple of days. However eventually exhaustion took over her and she found herself fast asleep, tucked up in bed, at the sweet and early time of 10pm.
All was peaceful and perfect, until a loud banging sound dragged her out of her slumber and into the cold, harsh reality of sleep deprivation. Someone was banging on the door, desperate to come in. Caring little for niceties or even worrying about who was on the other side of the wood, GaIn merely shouted, or rather moaned an incomprehensible âmuuuuuurghâ, to state that the annoying intruder could come in, though she barely knew what she was doing.
GaIn was surprised to see the sweet little face of her adoptive son peek around the door before coming in entirely. But for now GaIn saw nothing sweet about him as he began to talk about something she couldnât understand. True, she should probably be more concerned as it was completely unlike Han to beg, moan, whine or pester for attention, however GaIn simply couldnât bring herself to care. She merely watched him, one eye open as her body rested on the uncomfortable precipice of awake and asleep.
Eventually the woman found the strength to get up. Wrapping herself in her nightgown and heading to her cupboard without saying a word to the confused boy, she looked about for a bit before pulling out her makeup bag and an expensive looking, long, blonde wig.
"Look. If youâre going to moan and whine at me you have to at least let me dress you up as the special little princess youâre acting like at the moment."
This, she found, was the easiest way to shut him up and get him to leave. In the morning she would ask about it, knowing Han it could have actually been a serious matter, but for now all she cared about was her sweet, sober sleep. Of course she left the wig outside of her door, as a warning to all those who dared enter - any dignity they carried would be stripped from them in the most degrading ways possible.
"Oh, it's you"
12) My muse has gathered to courage to confess to yours. Unfortunately, the timing is awkward and my muse has to change their confession halfway after an interruption or sudden lack of confidence.
It was odd how GaIn, conqueror of men who had even the âtoughestâ man wrapped about her little finger when it came to bedroom antics, could ever be at a loss for seducing a man. However she had met her match, or at least she had found herself so overwhelmed by his good looks she barely knew what to say and just stood there smiling awkwardly.
However enough was enough and GaIn, not to mention anyone who witnessed her weak moments, had grown sick of this and decided that now was the time to act. She had spent her day beautifying herself, picking out the best outfit, waxing her legs, applying makeup. If her words failed her then maybe at least her body could succeed, after all.
Why the man had agreed to meet with her was beyond GaIn, though it was less âmeeting with herâ and more her demanding he be at this particular place in order to sort goodness knows what out. However she was ready and, with any luck, he would be there. One of the other girls offered to drive her in and dropped her off not too far away, promising to wait in the car for when it was finished, in case it all went wrong.
He was there, he had kept his promise! Although⊠GaIn needed to keep reminding herself that he wasnât actually doing anything for her, not just yet at least. Bravely, she made her way over to the man, checking her side profile in the cars she walked past, ensuring she looked as good as she hoped she did.
"Hey⊠Leo." For once her voice was meek under the powerful gaze of the man she had developed a crush on not so long ago. Sucking in her breath, she decided to just get it over and done with, she could think about the consequences later. "Iâve known this for a long time and I think you should know, I mean I reallyâ"
She was cut off by another voice, a male who approached Leo and seemed to be close to him. Friends or a customer? Or something more? A lump rose in GaInâs throat as she watched the two of them carefully, Leoâs eyes resting upon her as he waited for her to continue, yet all nerve she once had was now gone.
"I really think you should know thatâŠ. Jinhee has decided to keep the baby and sheâs demanding you pay child support. She was too scared to approach you on her own, sheâs in the car waiting for her I think you need to go and talk to her." GaInâs words were rushed and as soon as they had left her mouth she turned on her heel and left, not wishing to see his reaction as she walked past the car with a confused Jinhee in it. This was why GaIn stuck to sex⊠straight-forward, fun, sex.
Oh, it's you
2) Our muses have been set up on a blind date, yours has taken this more seriously and mine notices; feels a little under-dressed and tries to make some sort of amends.
The clothes in GaInâs wardrobe seemed to be separated into two categories: âI want to get drunk for freeâ and âPiss off Iâm hungover.â The first were too revealing for such an event as tonight therefore the rather disinterested girl grabbed the cleanest pair of jeans and a shirt before heading out. She was on time, which was a bonus, and had been guided to the table where the stranger sat.
Upon seeing her an overwhelming sense of⊠disappointment washed over GaIn. Not at the girl, she looked lovely that was for sure, but at herself. The woman was usually one known for making an effort in all situations and here she was looking as if she was simply out to fetch the morning paper whilst Jia really made an impression. Trying not to raise suspicion, or bring awareness to her dismal outfit, GaIn promptly sat down and introduced herself to the other, avoiding all talk of what she did for a living as best as she could.
After the meal, which GaIn paid for to look like she cared, was over the pair of them left to find a good coffee place, one which still served ice cream in this season and time of night due to the cravings the pair had. Again, upon finding the place, GaIn forked out despite it not being the cheapest of places.
The night continued in a similar fashion with two or three more rounds until they finally bid each other farewell, GaIn smiling broadly as she waved the other off, trying to hide the fear of what her bank statement would tell her in the morning. But at least it was all worth it, right?
"Oh, it's you."
5) (donât have a clue how to do the image thing okay..) My muse comes home late and find yours asleep on the stairs because they were waiting up.
Needless to say late nightâs were a common occurrence in GaInâs profession and they were only extended with the copious amounts of âpost-workâ activity she participated in, usually alone. It was only when the dawn light was beginning to show over the horizon did the bar tender finally kick her out, having the grace to call a taxi before hand to save her from stumbling all the way home.
After giving some strange and misleading directions and struggling to find the cash to pay the driver, GaIn finally hopped out, or more tripped and fell flat on her face, and made her way to the building, head spinning and feet unstable on her heels as she looked down her nose at her keys, trying to focus and find the correct one before struggling with it in the lock.
Eventually, after what seemed like a life time, GaIn was in and she was home, all she had to do was crawl up to bed and nobody would be any the wiser as to what time she finally dragged her sorry ass home.
It was hard enough trying to climb stairs quietly in this building, the temptation to go on all fours was nearly overwhelming as she staggered up them, clinging onto the banister for dear life. The latter thing was perhaps a blessing as she tripped upon something, nearly cracking her head on the wall and successfully twisting her ankle.
"Ow⊠what did.. I.. what?" GaInâs eyes rested upon the sleeping girl, brow furrowed in confusion, why did she wait out here and not in a place where she was a health and safety risk. It was sweet, yet GaIn was too drunk to comprehend the sweetness. "Jagiya⊠you hurt your favourite eonnie⊠go to bed⊠please.. go toâŠ" but before she could finish the sentence GaInâs eyes had begun to close and her head rested upon the carpet covered stairs as she fell asleep alongside the other girl.
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