♡ — 근위대

When you feel like you're drowning in life's situations, don't worry. YOUR LIFEGUARD WALKS ON WATER.

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persucsion‌:

            “  well  ,  because  i’m  good  company  and  because  you  probably  don’t  have  anything  better  to  do  then  to  sit  here  and  watch  this  stupid  ,  over-romanticized  movie  with  me  and  my  lovely  date.  ”  he  states  ,  PLAINLY  ,  a  small  smirk  working  its  way  onto  his  face.  “  and  you  know  i  only  tolerate  you  because  of  what  YOU  give  me  ,  so  what  do  i  really  get  out  of  this  interactions  ?  i  was  offering  you  some  good  company  and  you’re  offering  me  NOTHING  ,  so  why  shouldn’t  i  just  reject  my  invitation  and  find  someone  who  actually  CARES  about  me  and  my  boy  jack  ?  ”  he’s  visibly  joking  at  this  point  ,  walking  towards  the  seats  like  he  KNOWS  she’s  going  to  join  him  ,  likely  because  she  knows  she’ll  be  able  to  get  him  to  share.  “  you’re  so  humble  but  please  ,  if  it  makes  you’ll  keep  those  hands  off  my  date  ,  i’ll  PATIENTLY  wait  for  your  return.  i’ll  even  save  you  a  seat.  ”

Shylo traipses after Angel as the pair make their way toward a row of seats in the cinema, listening to every word he says and trailing the tips of her fingers along the backs of passing chairs. “I give you amazing companionship, don’t lie to yourself, boy. You’d be lost without me.” A complete and utter fallacy, but it doesn’t stop her from uttering the words. The only people Shylo thinks would truly be at a loss without her in their lives, are her twin brother and her father, but she doesn’t mind. She doesn’t need to be indispensable to others, just enjoyed while she’s in their lives. And she’s sure Angel actually does appreciate her companionship, even if he teases otherwise. “If you share with me, I’ll share with you,” she says with a cheeky grin stealing over her lips.

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svrpcntine‌:

mickey  pauses  once  shylo  starts  to  speak  and  he  sits  in  silence  throughout  her  story  .  it  made  him  wonder  if  this  woman  that  she  spoke  up  ever  decided  to  take  up  scratch  lotto  ‘cause  if  those  were  her  chances  of  continuously  being  struck  by  lightening  ,  then  she  should  try  her  luck  at  lotto  or  gambling  .  ❝  so  what  you’re  saying  is  that  even  if  i  do  get  struck  by  lightening  ,  then  my  chances  of  bouncing  back  are  HIGH  .  why  should  that  deter  us  ??  if  anything  ,  it’ll  give  a  cool  story  to  tell  ,  yeah  ??  ❞  he  throws  in  addition  ,  ❝  that  woman  sounds  like  a  LEGEND  so  i  can  live  up  to  her  if  the  lightening  gods  decide  to  strike  .  ❞  hearing  her  snicker  quickly  led  mickey  into  joining  her  ,  only  pausing  when  he  sees  the  determination  in  her  eyes  .  ❝  italy,  huh  ??  we’re  bringing  out  mother  countries  into  this  now  .  well  then  ,  bring  it  on  ,  scotland  .  it  won’t  be  rainbows  and  unicorns  when  i  wipe  the  floor  with  you  .  i’m  a  mini  golf  connoisseur  .  ❞

The conclusion Mickey draws from her story, causes Shylo to roll her eyes good-naturedly, lips curling with a soft smile. “Most people don’t walk away fae it though, and who’s to say your chances will be better than the average?” While the woman in question did take the lightning strikes like a champ, she also weighed a lot more than Shylo’s companion, and she has to wonder if that is partially responsible for her survival. Mickey might not be so lucky. “It can’t feel good though. Being struck has gotta hurt like a son of a bitch. It’d put you outta commission for a while, I’d imagine.” Grinning with the challenge, Shylo thrusts a fist into the air and shakes it playfully at the other. “Italy vs Scotland. I’m trying to remember the last time that fell in our favour… rugby, maybe? Cannae be fitbaw.”

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“if you ask me, we shouldn’t even get free time.” ariel scoffed, studying her nails carefully and leaning her elbows on the the counter in front of her, “like, i understand why, but there’s so much work to be done and it’s not going to get done if we’re relaxing. there’s literally a storm and we’re expected just drop everything and relax? it’s insane!” she sighed. of course, ariel was horrible at relaxing. she didn’t know how to relax, so, naturally, the captain giving them an opportunity to ‘chill out’ was a foreign concept to her. 

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Shylo inadvertently checked her own nails and cuticles, mirroring Ariel’s motions subconsciously and pursing her lips while she listened the other speak. Or complain, would be a more apt descriptor. And what the hell was up with that? Who in their right mind complained about time off? The thought saw Shylo raising her eyes to the other woman’s face, a befuddled expression, flitting across her features. “Why the hell would ya rather work than relax? Makes no sense, man.”

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thunderstorms has always affected sunny in a strange way. sure, she was from portland. and it rained quite often.. as a child she had associated rain in a negative way. it always seemed to happen when she was sad. but after she was brought to portand, it became a calming agent. a balm on her chapped nerves. the rain came when she needed it. when she needed to get out a good cry, or even just curl up with a hot cup of tea. or to let the sound of the rain on the windows help her drift to sleep later in the night. but the thunder and lightening did the opposite. it almost perverted her calm. made her anxious and nervous. and thunderstorms aboard the horizon was no different. she had finished her shift at the bakery, and figured maybe if she had grabbed a hot cup of tea it would help. she found herself curled up by a window, her eyes down on the book in her lap, the book light casting a white glow ont he words. she sighed just before she seen movement out of the corner of her eye, making her jump just as a crash of thunder shook the ship. “oh my gosh.” she muttered, closing her eyes before peeking up at the person next to her. “you scared me.” she breathed deep, her eyes turning back on to the book, dog earing the page and closing it. she clicked off the book light, turning towards them. “get sick of the movie already?” she questioned.

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The predatory gait Shylo adopted, was assumed with the sole intention of surprising the other woman, perched in the chair, devouring the words adorning the off-white pages of her book. The second her presence was detected, however, her shoulders slumped, posture sagging before she hopped up onto the arm of Sunny’s seat and slung an arm casually around her companions' shoulders. “You weren’t supposed tae spot me. I was gonna jump scare ya like some ridic killer in an annoying ass slasher movie,” she all but whined, fingers coiling unconsciously around a few silken strands of the other's hair. She twirled the locks as if they were her own tresses, humming low in her throat. “The ship sank, everyone died, what else is there tae know?” Quirking a brow, she flicked her gaze to Sunny’s face and smirked in a mischievous manner.  “Except, ya know, the fact that the official story is a steaming pile of dog poop, but, whatever. Whatcha readin’?” Peering down at the book, her attention—the span of which was gnat-like—drawn toward the cover as she attempted to catch the gist of the inner material. “Is it one of thae porn novels, like 50 shades?”

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                angel  was  growing  TIRED  of  being  on  the  ship  ,  though  his  last  few  days  had  been  a  bit  of  a  blur.  the  best  part  of  docking  was  taking  pictures  that  WEREN’T  of  couples  fake  smiling  at  dinner  or  posting  stupidly  over  the  railing.  god  ,  he  just  wanted  to  PUSH  them  off  ,  but  apparently  that  was  illegal.  anyway  ,  angel  preferred  docking  because  it  was  a  change  of  scenery  ,  and  he  loved  photographing  GENUINE  moments.  so  here  he  was  ,  dreading  the  next  TWO  DAYS  until  new  zealand.  he  is  ,  however  ,  in  good  spirts  -  a  bottle  of  jack  hidden  in  PLAIN  SIGHT  as  he’s  turning  into  the  moving  theater.  “  i’ve  gotta  say  ,  playing  TITANIC  on  a  cruise  ship  is  fucking  funny  and  for  that  ,  me  and  my  date  ,  ”  fingers  tap  on  the  bottle  he’s  ‘ hiding ’  against  his  chest  ,  under  his  jacket  ,  “  plan  to  spend  the  night  wanting  people  be  freaked  out.  “  you  should  come  ,  but  i’m  NOT  sharing.  ”

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Shylo narrowed her eyes, gesturing with a raised hand and extended index finger toward the bottle of Jack, barely concealed against Angel’s chest. “If you’re not going to share your date with me, why would I come join you? You know I only love you for what you can give me, dude.” A perfectly shaped eyebrow rose while Shylo flicked her gaze to the others and bit back on the smirk, threatening to form on her lips. Teasing others would always be the highlight of her day, but it was much more fun with people like Angel. He just made things much too easy for her, at least as far as Shylo was concerned, anyway. “You really asking me to go steal my own alcohol so I can join you because that would take far too long, and you’d miss me if I was gone too long, admit it.”

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❝  i  mean  —  TECHNICALLY  ,  we’re  not  supposed  to  go  up  on  the  top  deck  ‘cause  of  y’know  ,  potential  lawsuits  if  we  get  hurt  or  DIE  or  whatever  ,  but  when  has  mini  golf  ever  killed  anyone  ??  ❞  mickey  reasoned  ,  his  hands  gesticulating  wildly  without  much  thought  up  until  he  became  acutely  aware  of  it  .  he  lets  his  hands  pause  where  they  are  before  shooting  a  grin  at  the  person  beside  him  and  slipping  them  into  the  pocket  of  his  hoodie  .  something  he  can  blame  on  his  mother’s  side  on  the  family  if  needed  .  ❝  sorry  ‘bout  that  ,  the  italian  in  me  is  coming  out  FULL  FORCE.  ❞  he  pauses  and  tilts  his  head  to  the  side  with  a  mild  and  slightly  melodramatic  huff  .  ❝  besides  ,  who  thought  JAWS  and  titanic  are  acceptable  movie  to  watch  mid  storm  in  the  water  ??  that’s  asking  for  people  to  be  scared  shitless  .  mini  golf  is  just  more  fun  and  i  think  you’re  scared  that  i’ll  kick  your  ass  so  there’s  that  .  ❞

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Eyebrows knitting in confusion, Shylo cocked her head, heeding her companion with utter bewildered for the briefest of moments before a soft, airy chuckle rose in her throat. Mickey’s query—or perhaps assumption—was amusing to say the least. “You’ve never heard of people being struck by lightning while golfing in storms? Hell, a woman who lived a few streets from me, back in Skye, she was struck three times in her life… in the same lane… in the same spot. Different years, but come on… hadn’t the woman suffered enough?” Her question bled into a snicker, and Shylo laced her fingers before herself, cracking her knuckles and stretching her neck, preparing for war. She levelled the other with a mischievous gaze, the challenge clear in her eyes. “But I’m not scared of a little itty bitty storm, so you’re on, Italy. Bring it.”

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Hiyooooo all! I’m Mimi, living in GMT and this here is my bb, Shy! I’ll keep this real brief, because I have a horrible habit of rambling like a drunken fool, and I don’t wanna give y’all a novel. I also kinda wanna develop her as I go? So I have kept her info fairly open, to slot any muses into her life easily. So without further ado—because I rambled a lil already—here she is ♡

( hwang yeji, female, she/her ) ↷ hey, that’s SHYLO BAE who’s originally from THE ISLE OF SKYE, SCOTLAND. i heard they’re NINETEEN and have been working on the ship as a LIFEGUARD for TWO MONTHS. other passengers seem to say they’re CYNICAL and IMPATIENT, but are also known to be HONEST and PROTEAN. when they’re missing home, i heard OVERALLS AND THE SCENT OF MOTOR OIL can always cheer them up. ↷ ( mimi, she/her, 18+, gmt. )

                                                           STORY.

SHYLO WAS BORN and raised in Portree, on the Isle of Skye. Her parents, hailing from Sokcho, Gangwon-do, South Korea, opted for a change of scenery and pace, moving to Scotland a mere two years before the birth of their twins; Shylo and her brother Shae.

WHEN THE TWINS were three years old, their mother abandoned them, moving back to her homeland and leaving her family behind. She’d been in contact with her childhood sweetheart for the entirety of her marriage, and decided he was who she wanted in her life, not her husband or children. Her indiscretions left the family struggling financially, but the twins father—determined as ever—built a business from the ground up, opening his own garage within two years of his wife leaving him.

OVER THE YEARS Shylo spent many weekends at the garage with her father, learning how to fix cars, and by the time she was fifteen, she’d restored her very own Mustang GT to its former glory under the expert tutelage of her dad. Some of her fondest memories, are of that garage, and the time she spent there with her father.

WHEN SHE WAS five years old—and her father had more of a disposable income—he paid for dance classes for the kids. With Shylo quickly realising a deep love of dance in all its forms, she took the time to teach those less fortunate than herself. For free. By the time she was thirteen, she was known around the island as the little pied piper, because the kids would follow at her back, eager to show their improvements since the last lesson.

BUT HER GREATEST passion was always surfing. She took every opportunity that presented itself to jump into the water, no matter the weather. Shylo would drive the 35 minutes it took to get to Talisker Bay, almost every day of her life, just to surf the harsh frigid waters of the sea. It wasn’t her chosen career path, however, because she wanted to help people more than anything, so opted for lifeguard training.

AGED SIXTEEN, SHE did just that, becoming a lifeguard and working in local pools around the isle throughout her career. But it wasn’t enough, she wanted to really branch out and explore the world around her.

WITH HER FATHER recently remarried to a local woman, Shylo finally took the plunge and joined the cruise liner. It’s where she has been since, working as a lifeguard, and taking every opportunity when they dock, to go for a quick surfing session.

                                                          STATS.

Shy is bisexual.

She speaks Korean fluently, and was also raised speaking Scottish Gaelic. When she speaks, it’s with a thick Scottish brogue. She can sometimes be difficult to understand.

Her father would teasingly call her Ariel as a child, because of how much she loved the water.

She’s not materialistic at all, and her sense of style mainly consists of baggy pants, chokers, crop tops, large hoop earrings, pigtails, high ponytails and pucca buns. She’s also more likely to be found in combat boots than high heels. Very 90′s-esque.

Working on the cruise liner is the very first time she’s left Scotland. She considers this an adventure of a lifetime.

She is very, very blunt. And completely unapologetic.

She enjoys doing a bit of graffiti art, and used to have her own tag in Skye.

Shylo cuts her own hair. It’s just kinda her thing. She’s also incredibly self-reliant.

Very outdoorsy, doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty.

She has an accidental online buddy. Her father asked her to contact a buyer of a car he’d souped up, but she messaged the wrong person, and they have been firm friends ever since. That was almost a year ago.  (this is an open connection)

Shylo opted not to attend college, instead choosing to work in swimming pools, and helping her father on free weekends.

She makes jewellery in her free time!

Had her first serious relationship aged just fifteen. It lasted for almost a year and a half before she discovered his infidelity. He’d been cheating with her best friend behind her back almost the whole time. He was her first love.

When she was eighteen, she had a summer fling with a vacationer to the island. A woman. (this is an open connection)

Had a brief stint as a barmaid in her step-mothers seaside pub, so can pull a pretty professional looking pint.

                                              POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS.

Crush.

Roommate. 

Flirtationship.

Best friend.

Good influence.

Bad influence.

Childhood friend.

Squad.

Chat buddies.

Partner-in-crime.

Recent ex.

Drinking buddy.

Friendzoned.

Unrequited.

Enemy.

Frenemy.

One-night-stand.

Summer fling.

Dance partner/s.

Tutee. Someone she’s teaching Korean, or Gaelic to.

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