forget me not

Shin Dongwoo 249 ; Poltergeist ; R/S Classes ; Dorm Disc.

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Slip Away ☁ Minzy & Shinwoo

It was uncomfortable for Dongwoo to be stuck in situations with people he was unused to. It was familiar, but it brought with it the same feeling of intense discomfort as being locked away in prison. Prison held the same thought of being unable to do much about living conditions and those who he was forced to remain with. This girl didn’t seem as terrible as others he had been stuck with while in the Bastille, but it wasn’t pleasant all the same.

For one, his memory enabled that he had already slipped her name. He knew that when she had entered the academy she introduced herself, that much was still with him. But the name she’d given had slipped away, and he didn’t know enough to explain that he had no recollection. Admittedly, he knew that he would need to explain it soon enough before he ended up demanding to know who she was in the middle of some night.

Being a poltergeist often offered very few perks, but the knowledge of only his living memories happened to be one of the most unfortunate drawbacks. He cleared his throat softly, to try and draw her attention. “Miss...I regret to say this, but I can’t quite recall your name. I hope you don’t think me unkind or forgetful, but as I am...well, dead, I can only remember things for a short period of time.”

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Sweet Hello || Shinwoo & Jas

[jasminexargyris-deactivated2021]

There was a brief moment that her Persian green marbles caught a sparkle of sadness in his beautiful eyes, not the heartbreaking one but something that resembled the sunset in a winter day, something tenderly sad. What could be the reason for a sadness that appealed to tag along him for a long time already? Despite her curiosity, Jasmine gave him a sweet smile and shook off the disappointment that was obvious, “Thank you. It’s one of our golden rules, every cake is an artwork. ” She turned around to lead the way to the shop while muttering his name again briefly rather to herself before mouthing a compliment, “I find it beautiful. Shinwoo sounds good to me. My name is Jasmine Argyris. Jasmine like the flower. But you can call me Jas. That’s how everyone calls me. ” She pushed the door open to lead him in the empty patisserie.

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There was something in her demeanor that was all in all kind. It seemed as though it wasn’t so common to find, that someone was inherently as such. But it was a nice departure to what he had been expecting. It wasn’t as though anyone had been particularly unfavorable toward him - that he recalled at least - but there was something else to her. “What a lovely sounding rule,” he mumbled quietly as he followed her inside. He glanced around the bakery, a small smile playing on his lips. “What a nice name,” he mentioned, “I know around here there’s an onslaught of varied beings, so would you mind if I asked what you happen to be? You must be one of the pleasant ones. A fairy perhaps?” he questioned, though he knew from old fables that perhaps not all fairies were so pleasant.

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Welcome to Insolitus! I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier! My name's Sandeul, but all of my friends call me Ducky! It's really nice to meet you, I hope we can be friends!

“Oh, it’s fine...” he paused, unsure about such a nickname. It seemed fit for a child, but not so much for someone who seemed older as he did. “I’m Shinwoo. Why do they call you...Ducky?”

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"M-miss?" Leo calls to the back of the poltergeist, not realizing that he was looking at a man and not a woman. He hadn't seen the other on campus and was curious as to who - and what - this person was. At least only to welcome them appropriately if need be.

The use of the label of “miss” brought no reaction from Shinwoo, as he simply didn’t think the word was being directed toward him. However, when he turned slightly and saw the eyes fixated on him, he was only able to blink. “I believe you’ve confused me for someone else...”

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Descent Into Madness | Geun + Shinwoo

Geun didn’t know what to make of the uneasiness he felt with all these ghosts loitering the halls of Insolitus, It was almost as if it was some kind of strange prophecy to drive him mad before he could even find the information he sought after. He could assume that it was boredom overtaking him, the restlessness being easily associated to the spiritual energy building up within him from lack of healthy expression. After all, the last time he engaged in a proper expulsion ritual was a month or so before he stepped foot within the academy. The exorcist quickly grew exhausted from watching them partially materialize or phase in and out of walls, a skill that presented itself as a risk when he was blogging. 

This was when he mentally decided to take his frustration out on the next ghost that dared amble into his peripheral vision. And that poor, unfortunate soul he happened upon was a certain Shin Dongwoo. “Okay, I don’t know who you are or why you’re even here,” The exorcist paused, straightening out the sweater layered over his dress shirt. “But I’ll offer you this once and only once. Do you need help with… that?” A lazy arm motioned over Shinwoo’s entire translucent frame as his face twisted at the thought of partaking in charity work. 

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Shinwoo hadn’t spent all that much time actually around the academy, he had ended up hiding away more than he planned and didn’t speak to many people. Not that it was much of a change, at least that he could recall. He was a bit of a quiet person as it was, and there was something about the strange energy surrounding the academy that made him even more uneasy. He was standing in the hallway, gazing upon some kind of bulletin board. Pieces of notices seemed familiar, suggesting that he may have very well read them before already, but he couldn’t seem to help it.

However, he was startled by a sudden voice that seemed aimed at him, and his form quickly flashed into its translucent form, seeming unable to settle on being materialized. “Oh...what are you offering help with? I don’t believe I know you. And I don’t think I’m in need of assistance,” he said, though he couldn’t be quite sure. Actually, the more he thought about it the more he thought he may well actually be in dire need of assistance. “Did I do something embarrassing? I don’t believe I bleed so I don’t think that kind of assistance is warranted,” he paused, tapping his chin, simply thinking aloud. “Unless you can tell me much about murder, I don’t quite know what you’re referring to,” he admitted, blinking at the older person before him.

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Sweet Hello || Shinwoo & Jas

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Despite her common sense and understanding as the other mentioned that his kind did not intake food, the pastry artist couldn’t help but jutting her lower lip out. In no way the girl wanted to make the male feel bad for refusing her offer, it was just sad and she felt like her baby, the new cake was treated bad. Brushing off the sadness with a bright smile on her lips, she felt a little awkward, “It’s fine. I wish you could try this for me. But thank you. This is the first one and I just need some feedback so I can decide whether I can put this on our menu” She rubbed the back of her nape then looked at her shop, “Wanna come in?” Was she rude by offering someone who couldn’t eat something to eat? She didn’t know but some company wouldn’t hurt.

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Though he generally didn’t feel much guilt associated with things outside of his control - or that much in general, really - there was something about the girl’s disappointed pout that instigated a sense of wishing he could change that for her. “I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s lovely, though. It at least looks very pretty,” he assured her, though he knew that wasn’t exactly what she was seeking in feedback. Her offer of coming in was met with a slight nod. “Sure, that’s very kind of you. I should introduce myself. My name is Shin Dongwoo. You may refer to me as Dongwoo or Shinwoo, either is perfectly fine,” he offered. It was kind of a shame that he would probably end up forgetting her sooner or later and would have to make the same introduction.

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Forgotten ✞ Shinwoo & OPEN

Memories were kind of a funny thing to Shinwoo. They came to him and built up around his mind and in his headspace, but they quickly faded away in some kind of cloud of stardust. The poltergeist could only really seem to hold onto those memories that had been born when he had been alive, leaving him overly confused about everything around him in this modern day. He knew, logically, that times had changed, and yet he still peered around at times to attempt and see something of the days of his life.

These days he saw people with strange little devices glued to their hands and strange things that they pressed. It made very little sense to him, and he knew on some level that it would always be that way. Once he had stopped living, he had stopped knowing and was stuck in time and unable to get away from those moments. The refrain playing inside his memory was eternally the last sight of his lover, kissing him before betraying him.

It was all a sham, really. But he wanted to try and attempt to come into the modernity around him for another time. It was of little use, he recognized, as it was very likely he’d simply forget it again later. But he recognized that it couldn’t hurt to at least try and figure out this afterlife of his. And so, approaching someone whose name evaded him (as most tended to), he said a quiet, “Hello.” And seeing as they had one of those strange devices in their hands, he thought they might be perfect for answering his questions. “I have to ask you something, what is that thing you’re holding? It looks...strange.”

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Sweet Hello || Shinwoo & Jas

The graceful lady named moon slowly tiptoed on the land of kimchi and hanbok, drawing on the black coat of skies little twinkling stars. Yet the light inside of the patisserie in Vighulir was still shining despite the closed door.  A proud smile crept on her face as the last touch on her new baby was made and she was looking at the new tart without name. Now she needed a neutral person to try this. Washing her hands and fixing her clothes, Jasmine walked out the shop to look for someone and her persian eyes caught the sight of an unfamiliar face, “excusez moi, monsieur. This is my new creation and i would like to have a feedback before putting it on our menu”

Shinwoo had not gotten around to actually explore much of his surroundings since entering the academy. That night, however, he decided that he needed t attempt and go see if there was anything out there calling to him. He realized that even if he had possibly gone out previously, he may have simply forgotten it. But he supposed that, in a way, that continued to make things new for him since his memory was simply clouded by his days of being alive. As he passed a bakery, he was suddenly spoken to. The poltergeist tilted his head at the woman who seemed to be holding something, looking at him. “Oh...how kind of you,” he said, a little unsure in tone. “Unfortunately, my kind don’t eat. So I don’t think I can be of much assistance. I do say it’s quite beautiful, though,” he offered, regretting that once in his life he had been particularly fond of sweets.

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[belle-lilith-ia]

“Oh no, not another dead one. I mean mate, I am real sorry ya got the deadsies but please stay away.”

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Shinwoo stared at the other man, confusion and wonder evident in his expression at the words the other uttered. "I don't believe I understood a good portion of what you just said, but very well. So sorry you don't take well to the dead." The poltergeist assumed it was a refusal on the other's part to admit his mortality one day.

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Minzy walked into the dorm room she was assigned to. She wasn't really sure what to expect from this place, but so far she liked what she saw. She wondered who her roommate would be. As she opened the door she saw a figure standing there. "Hi! My name is Minzy. Are you my roommate?"

The dorm room that the poltergeist had been assigned was pleasantly empty for the first day or so that he had been there, a factor of which he had been thankful for. However, when the door opened by means of someone who seemed to have a key, he blinked at the figure a few times. A woman? Of his time a man and a woman sharing a room would have been scandalous. But he had to remember it was different times now. Not that it meant he could remember the year, but he knew it relatively. "Oh. Hello. I suppose I would be, provided I haven't accidentally gone into the wrong room in the first place. I'm Shinwoo," he greeted her. "Do you need help with your luggage or anything?" Though Shinwoo's memory wasn't the best, and he knew it was likely that he'd have to ask his new roommate's name a few more times, he always tried to at least recall his manners.

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Huffing, Yesung looked defeated. He had tried to read the new guy's name but couldn't. He must bee a darkspawn. Shrugging, the male made his way over anyway. "Hello! Are you new? I am too. I'm Yesung." He smiled.

The poltergeist tilted his head suspiciously at the new approacher. Was he new? This person said he was. But he didn't know. "Oh. Greetings. I might be new. I guess I am at least. I'm Shinwoo," he introduced, seemingly trying to confirm his own identity.

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Taehyung's finger touched one of the strands of hair of the stranger that was in front of him, and before he could turn to face him, he hopped a bit until he was standing right in front of the taller one. "I like your hair," he said with a small smile on his lips. "I'm sorry, I just— I've tried to let it grow but it looks terrible on me, so I just wear it like this," he pointed at his own hair with a sad pout on his lips.

Shinwoo was not expecting anyone to touch him, naturally, as it was his own personal space that he didn’t anticipate having violated. With a start, his focus was immediately shot and his figure became fuzzy, trying to hide before seeing who the person was who bothered to touch him. “Thank you? I think. Why does it look terrible?” he frowned, half attempting to re-materialize.