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[seokyungyoo]

hey look, it’s seokyung yoo! they’re twenty-two years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for fifteen years, and they’re currently working at snapshot. i heard she’s pretty blunt, but i think she’s so passionate at the same time. can they make it out alive?

Seokyung’s parents moved into town when she was seven years old. They’ve moved around quite a bit before that, and the girl, who was the youngest of four, had never met security and stability until then. Unfortunately, they didn’t find it in Shrike. Given that their parents were very poor, Seokyung would be raised by her sisters for the first years of her life. The other girls, however, soon found jobs of their own, and left Seok to fend for herself. And she did, by becoming a troublemaker.

Seokyung fought in school a lot. She found solace in the pain that it brought her to lose a fight, and courage in the moments she had the strength to win. She would fight boys older and bigger than her, mostly being the one provoking, and sometimes would get wrecked, sometimes would destroy them. The school called her parents in and gave her detentions and suspensions many times, but it never seemed to work. Her parents wouldn’t show up most of the times, being replaces by an older sister, and she wasn’t scared of spending a couple of hours doing nothing in detention. It was hopeless.

That was, until a teacher decided to put her anger issues and adrenaline seeking tendencies to good use, and told her to visit the local gym to learn to fight. She was about fifteen when she started, and on the same year, she was competing in small tournaments around town. And winning enough to make a little money off it.

Although normally very impulsive, Seok managed to save the money she won until graduating high school, when she got a real job and used the saved money to rent a small apartment, and that’s what her life has been ever since. Her job, boxing in tournaments, and saving up money to buy some place to live one day. 

She hasn’t spoken with anyone in her family since she moved out. They’ve seen them around, sure, but never had the courage to approach them. Their neglect still hurts too much, and the fact that no one of them called or tried to get back in touch with her ever since is like salt on open wound. 

[seokyungyoo]

closed: @brandoss​

location: julio’s bar

Seokyung always looked beaten up, somehow. Probably because she was, in fact, beaten up. For once in her life, she had lost a fight, which soured her mood considerably, and brought her to Julio’s at the ungodly hour of five PM. The bar was empty, both unsurprisingly and thankfully. She had a broken nose and a black eye, things she had gotten used to covering up with lots of makeup. But she hadn’t had the patience this time. 

She sat on a stool by the bar, and looked at the bartender. “What do you have that could knock me out?” She said. Although her mood was still sour, she sounded cheerful enough. The adrenaline of the fight still ran wild through her veins, which explained it. “And not on the way I got knocked out earlier today, if you catch my drift.” She thought joking about it would be better than ignoring it.

[seokyungyoo]

radiostcr​:

osamu brings his drink to his lips, attempting to ignore the onset of another migraine after a particularly unpleasant shift, before turning their attention towards her. “hm? i guess you could say that,” he shrugs. frequently seems like the more appropriate term, but they’d rather not be mistaken for an alcoholic (though he’s pretty sure he’s halfway there already). they eye the girl up and down, an eyebrow raised as they nod curtly. “sure.” her clarification doesn’t mean much to them when the fake they used to present still sits in his old wallet. his gaze flits down to her hands. “rough day?”

Seok kept massaging and moving her fingers, hoping it would make the the injuries subside faster. “Not really!” She said, cheerfully, and held her hurt hand up for them to see. “I won this fight. It isn’t my bad day.” She went back to fidgeting with her bandages, distracted and lost in her own ramblings. “Though my trainer said it was a close one. I wasn’t hit all that much, but you know how it is. Sometimes getting hit just once can be enough to knock you out.” She smiled brightly. “I’m Seok, by the way.” Finally, the bartender asked her for her order (probably for the other’s benefit, since she was rambling a lot), and she ordered a beer.

[seokyungyoo]

retrocuts​:

“Really?” Ryanne’s brows furrowed a little in confusion. The offer was kind, but considering her co-worker came in with multiple, mysterious (only because Seok failed to mention boxing) injuries, she wasn’t entirely confident in it. The next part at least sounded a little more comforting. “That’d be really nice actually. You think our manager would schedule us together for closing shifts if we asked?” The last thing she wanted was to get scheduled alone these days, though it seemed like it might be inevitable at some point. “Um nothing exciting. I was going to do some cleaning around my apartment. What about you?”

Seok smiled at Ryanne. “I’m sure they would. They have no reason not to, you know, given the circumstances.” She started to get her things together to leave, thinking that maybe she could have enough time to walk her co-worker home and book it to the gym to practice. Though she had a punching bag at home, Seok really preferred to practice with other people nearby. “Tell you what, I’ll walk you home today, and we’ll talk to the manager tomorrow. Or I’ll do it, if you’re scared.” Another big smile took hold of her face. “Sounds exciting.” She said, hearing the other’s plans. “I’m probably gonna hit up the gym. Or go for a run or something.”

[seokyungyoo]

closed: @retrocuts​ (lila bhatt)

location: the streets next to seok’s gym

Seok loved practicing before a fight. In fact, she tried to practice everyday, safe for some very few exceptions, like Wednesdays (which she used to let her body have a break) and days when the gym was closed. Today was not on of those days, though, and she was now exiting the gym. She had a bag over her shoulders, with her fighting gloves and other gears inside. Her hair was in a long braid to keep it away from her face. Her fists hurt a little, so she was massaging and stretching them as she walked. Some friends from the gym had taught her some techniques to take care of her body whenever she was feeling some muscular pain, most of which involved proper rest, eating healthy, buying some meds, and drinking teas, and she would do them all as soon as she got home, but to be honest she kind of liked the pain. It calmed her down, but also sent adrenaline rushing through her veins. 

While walking, Seok saw a face she recognized in the distance. Someone she remembered befriending, if in a vague sense, in detention. “Lila!” She yelled, running a little to catch up with her. Seok knew she probably did not look presentable, given that she still sweaty and wearing shorts and a large shirt, but honestly, she never cared when people judged her for that. However, she did not make any move to touch or hug the girl. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”

[seokyungyoo]

S e o k y u n g  Y o o : L o o k b o o k

[overlcck]

𝐖𝐇𝐎: open / @shrikestart​ !

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: late at night !

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: right outside of shrike mall !

“Hey, uh, thank you — again.” She had said that already, too many times in the last ten minutes. It was a habit picked up from childhood. Too many thank you’s, too many sorry’s, even if they’re unnecessary or she’d do just the same. Still it felt important to let the other person know their company on her walk home was welcomed and appreciated. “Pretty sure my dad would lock me in my place if he caught me walking back this late alone, which is funny considering he used to let my brothers and I run around the farm even later than this back when I was still in… diapers.” Too late. It’s not exactly the topic of conversation she was aiming for, nor the image, but it was out there now. Nose wrinkling up, part in disgust and predominantly in embarrassment, Pip’s eyes shift over to the other. “Anyways, uh, thank you.”

[seokyungyoo]

Seok smiled to the girl, who she had decided to walk home. Lately, she felt more and more responsible for other people, especially since she knew how to fight and most people didn’t. No, she probably would not be able to ward  “You don’t have to keep thanking me. It’s okay.” She heard the girl out. “Yeah, I hear you.” She chuckled to herself. Seokyung hated thinking about her own family, but she could understand why caring parents would be mad at a daughter for walking alone in Shrike Heights. “A lot of my friends and co-workers have been scared to go home alone. It’s been...” She trailed off. That was really the thing she hated most, the fear on loved ones’ eyes. “Stop thanking me, please. Walking you home is really nothing. I’ll be fine.” She really didn’t want to tell the girl she had been walking the opposite direction of her own home.

[seokyungyoo]

victimtm​:

kitty  had  been  searching  her  medicine  cabinet  that  morning  when  she’d  noticed  how  bare  her  own  first  aid  reserves  were  looking  and  her  father’s  voice   -   somehow  equal  parts  concerned   &.   condescending   -   had  filtered  into  her  mind,  admonishing  her  for  it .  can’t  you  ever  just  think  ahead  a  little,  kath ?   

so  here  she  was,  restocking  on  whatever  she  could  get  her  hands  on,  though  even  she  was  a  little  overwhelmed  by  choice .  she  couldn’t  help  feeling  sympathetic  to  seokyung’s  plight;  she  knew  the  difference  between  types  of  bandages,  but  why  were  there  so  many  brands ?  should  she  be  buying  the  most  expensive  ones,  or  did  it  even  matter ?

she  hummed  thoughtfully,  reading  over  the  label  as  it  was  held  it  out  to  her .    short  stretch  compression   -   she  tossed  the  box  back  on  the  shelf,  already  beginning  to  sort  through  the  other  packages,  unceremoniously  ruining  what  was  probably  a  very  careful  display  to  begin  with .   ❝   no,  you’re  probably  looking  for  just,  like,  gauze  or  something .   and  neosporin,  maybe ?   ❞     at  last,  she  held  out  a  box  of  rolling  gauze   -   not  the  most  expensive  on  the  shelf,  but  not  quite  the  cheapest,  either .    ❝   so  .  .  .  did  you  win,  at  least ?   ❞

She heard the girl, a puzzled look on her face. For someone who got into fights so frequently, she really didn't know shit about treating wounds. “So some gauze and some neosporin, huh?” She got the pack from Kitty’s hand, loosely reading the box. There was a lot to read. She wondered how she was supposed to bandage up her face or something, because she couldn’t just roll it around her entire head. “What’s neosporin? Is it for, like... Pain? Inflammation?” She probably should get meds for both, for her cabinet. 

Upon the mention of winning the fight, Seok opened up the biggest smile. “I did win!” She never really considered that people might thought she was actually fighting people on the streets for no reason. Due to being a boxer for so long, the word fight just had become a positive in her head. “I’m very good, the other girl didn’t even have a shot.” She chuckled at her own confidence.

[retrocuts]

STATUS: CLOSED FOR @seokyungyoo​ LOCATION: SNAPSHOT

Closing was easily the scariest part of her job now that there was no promise that she’d get to walk out of the mall. Part of her wanted to beg her manager to never schedule her for another closing shift, but she highly doubted that they’d do that. And well, it wouldn’t be fair to her co-workers. So for better or worse, there she was, closing up with Seok. “You think there’s anywhere in town that gives self-defense classes? I was thinking with what’s going on…” She trailed off as she swept. “It probably wouldn’t help too much with what everyone says, but I don’t know. It might give me a little more peace of mind.” 

[seokyungyoo]

Seok felt bad for Ryanne, really. They weren't close or anything, but they were co-workers, and she didn't like seeing her so scared. “I could teach you some stuff.” She shrugged. Truth was, in spite of knowing how to fight very well, Seokhyung had also been feeling a little at odds with the closing shift. “Maybe we could just swear to always get closing shifts together and try to establish a system, if it quiets your mind down.” She tried to sound cheerful, somehow. “Do you have plans after work?” She thought maybe distraction would help.

[seokyungyoo]

closed: @radiostcr​

location: julio’s bar

After a very long day of work, Seok decided to stop by Julio’s before going home. She sat on a stool on the bar, and started fixing the bandages in her fists, waiting for the bartender to finish what they were doing to ask for her drink. She turned to the person beside her. “Do you come here often?” She smiled. “I’ve been coming here for years. I mean, not that many years. I could only legally drink for like a year.” Her attention were back to the bandages on her fists. 

[seokyungyoo]

closed: @victimtm​

location: perkin’s pharmacy & clinic

Although she probably should have a first aid kit at home, Seokyung only ever remembered to buy it after a fight, and then she’d have to go the mall’s pharmacy before work, and then one of the employees would end up cleaning up her wounds for her. She would then go to work and forget to buy a first aid kit, rinse and repeat every two weeks when she would have a boxing match at the gym closest to her own home. The cycle was, at again, starting over, as she went to the pharmacy looking for bandaging. 

Truthfully, she just needed some light bandaging for her fists and lips this time. She had really won without getting beaten too much. 

She looked at all the bandages and things for cleaning up wounds, utterly confused. There were so many different products! Why would there be that many products? Seok grabbed a box of bandages and turned to the person closest to her. “Did you ever use this?” She tried reading the box. “Why are there so many? Shouldn’t they all be the same?”

[shrikeastrid]

Astrid was having a busy afternoon and she didn’t have her daily iced coffee! Making her way to the nearest Starbucks, she made her way in to pick up her drink. It was her usual, an iced white mocha with sweet cream cold foam and extra caramel drizzle. It was the one of many things that had blown up in so many magazines and the socialite was always one to keep up with trends. Practically running up to the front counter, she was surprised to see two venti sizes with her name “Astrid” scribbled on it. Grabbing them both, she turned to the person closest to her in the long line.

“Hi! I think the workers accidently gave me two for the price of one. Do you want the extra?” she asked.

[seokyungyoo]

Seokyung smiled at newcomer. She had been waiting in like to get a hot chocolate for a while, and although the girl probably hadn’t ordered anything remotely similar to her own order, Seok was still glad to skip line and drink whatever that was. After a weekend of boxing fights, she was a little tired and a little physically hurt, and for once, just wanted to sit down and relax before work. “I’ll take it.” And she did, from the other’s hand, immediately taking a sip. “What is it?” She could feel the distant bitterness of coffee. Seok hated coffee, because she hates bitter things. But these drinks that were so sweet she could barely taste any of it were good, because she could have the caffeine rush without necessarily suffering through the taste she hated. “I’m Seok, by the way. Who are you?”

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