when i burst into flames, i'll leave you the dust

JIWON MORRISON; 19 YEARS OLD; SOPHOMORE; STUDIO ART MAJOR; THE ICE QUEEN;

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{ LEE HOJUNG, 19, CISGENDER FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that JIWON MORRISON? A SOPHOMORE originally from MANHATTAN, NY, she decided to come to Ogden College to study STUDIO ART. She's THE ICE QUEEN on campus, but even she could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

BASICS

↳ Character inspiration: Khun Sam (GAP - The Series), Sister Lilith (Warrior Nun), Kang Soojin (True Beauty - K-Drama), Beth Harmon (Queen’s Gambit), Spencer Hastings (Pretty Little Liars), Camilla Macaulay (Secret History), Filippa Kosta (If We Were Villains), Jung Erae (The Love Doctor)

↳ Extracurricular activities: Tenis single player, Writing Club, Debate Club, Chess Club, Boxing Club, Feminists at Ogden, violinist in the Orchestra

↳ Three Positive Traits: Focused, detail-oriented, analytical

↳ Three Negative Traits: Conceited, emotionally unintelligent,  perfectionist

↳ Three Skills: Artistically talented, good at faking emotions, photographic memory

↳ Gender: Cisgender female

↳ Sexuality: Lesbian

↳ Date/Place of Birth: April 11th, 2003 (10PM), Busan (South Korean)

↳ Zodiac: Aries Sun, Leo Moon, Sagittarius Ascendant, Taurus Mercury, Pisces Venus, Capricorn Mars, Leo Jupiter, Gemini Saturn, Pisces Uranus, Aquarius Neptune, Sagittarius Pluto

↳ Nationality: American and South Korean dual citizenship 

↳ Ethnicity: Korean

HISTORY

↳ Childhood/Family Life: Born Kang Jiwon, the girl was adopted from Korea when she was only two years old and soon became Jiwon Morrison. She has been very quiet and reserved since the beginning, though it did get worse as time passed by. Thrown into a life of riches and coldness, Jiwon would soon get crushed under the weight before even getting to school. Her parents would go on to adopt another child a couple years later, who would then become Jiwon's little brother.

For the Morrisons, education and excellence had always been important, and that was a system in which Jiwon thrived. Having been a straight-A student and valedictorian at the prep school where she studied, all the girl ever cared about was her academic achievements. She was widely known as the artistic prodigy at her school (though she was also part of the Math club and occasionally competed in boxing).

Of course, the Morrison parents didn't only care about her education though, knowing all too well that being charismatic and well-connected was as important, if not more, than being a genius. And for that, Jiwon's parents never let her forget that her cousin, Greer, was a lot more in line with what she should be. She was basically forced into becoming a tennis player specifically so she would have something in common with her cousin. She was pushed into going to parties, making friends with people she hated, and playing nice with every single person who was important enough to warrant that treatment, though the girl's social unawareness would always end up causing her niceties to backfire. Jiwon was someone to be feared, not loved.

Because of that (and also her social status), Jiwon has had her fair share of betrayals in her life, or worse, has been treated as a prize to be conquered. There have been a good amount of bets made solely on the possibility that she might be nice for a change. Being ostracized and bullied by her family for not being the perfect princess she was supposed to be and having no one else she could trust solidified in her a stone-cold, distrusting personality, but one she's not afraid of.

↳ Life in Ogden: Throughout her entire first year of college, Jiwon's parents wouldn't leave her alone. She would get visits almost every week, though it was weird that they felt the need to keep checking on her, since she would never go to parties or socialize at all. Maybe that was the reason altogether. Once her parents started to ease up on her, Jiwon managed to start enjoying her time by herself a little more, though she was back to focusing every cent of her energy on studying, practicing, or creating her art pieces. Little is known of her throughout campus, as she would have made almost no mark anywhere if she wasn't Greer Morrison's less-than-friendly cousin.

Being an ice queen fits her nicely, at least externally. She deeply dislikes talking to other people. Internally, though, the girl is slowly breaking down from exhaustion, a battle she refuses to ever tell anyone. And it also fits perfectly that even in college, she still exists as a comparison to Greer, her own aloofness and distance being compared to that of the charismatic girl.

PERSONALITY

↳ General Personality: Known mainly for her icy appearance and distance from everyone around her, Jiwon is actually just aloof, though coupled with her egomaniac tendencies and sense of superiority ends up creating an image that is utterly unapproachable. She considers social abilities to be beneath her, and doesn't see the point of ever trying.

↳ Dreams and Ambitions: Jiwon's utmost dream is to make her mark on the artistic world. Everything else comes second. A talented sculptor and painter, she wants to, one day, be able to have huge exhibitions at the most prestigious museums.

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: GREER'S COUSIN

Jiwon’s relationship with Greer had always felt... Forced. Greer disliked Jiwon’s cold demeanor and, in their familial competitions,  frequently reminded her that she would always be alone. Jiwon disliked being compared to the little social butterfly, which frequently overshadowed her own academic achievements in the eyes of their family. Most of the time this dynamic was merely passive-aggressive, as they had to keep up appearances, so it would be contained to words said in passing to one another, or small rumors being spread. Sometimes it went almost too far, but it was inconsequential enough.

As they grew older, it only got worse. Relegated to second place, there was an anger brewing inside Jiwon, just below the surface. She started to realize there was no grade high enough, no amount of extracurricular activities, that could make her parents be as proud of her as they were of Greer. 

TROPE: THE ICE QUEEN

You should smile more. Your pretty face isn’t gonna take you anywhere if you’re not friendly. Being that smart is not going to be any good if you can’t make friends. She heard it all. Although both Greer and Jiwon had always commanded respect whenever they went, the former had always had the privilege of also being likable, while the latter spent her entire life being feared by her peers. Even if someone was inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt enough to call her shy, her academic prowess would make them hate her enough to call her arrogant.

So she embodied it. Maybe she wasn’t conceited before, but after middle school, she definitely was. If they were gonna exclude her anyway, might as well give them reason. Jiwon convinced herself that her brains and artistic talents were superior to emotional intelligence, and used that to justify freezing everybody else out, appearing unemotional to the world.

It’s all a front, of course. Her busy schedule frequently gives her panic attacks and her unrelenting perfectionist nature makes it difficult to even breathe. Her very few “friends” are kept at arm’s length, and no one knows about the turmoil inside of her. To everyone else, she is just... Stoic.

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He feels for her, honestly. "Sometimes company can keep you from getting too caught up in your head," he says, settling down beside her. "This place is sandy, huh?" He looks over at her, waiting for a response to the most obvious statement in the world. "Ever wonder how sand happens?" He picks up a loose handful of it, watching the stuff fall between his fingers. The sand here isn't even nice and soft.

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Jiwon furrowed her eyebrows. What a weird guy. Alexander was strangely disarming, and although she definitely did not want the company, there was really no way to keep being rude to him. "I - What?" She stuttered. "It's- Sand comes from eroded rocks. Ancient eroded rocks. It's a process that takes millions of years." She looked back at him, puzzled. "Did you not learn that in school?"

[pyrophantom]

There’s A Good Reason There’s Blood On My Hands

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who: @rhia-falla where: the beach when: after police interrogations

It still felt weird to call Greer's friends, even if some f them had turned out to be her friends after the other disappeared. She always considered what would happen if Greer were to come back. Would they dump her or Jiwon? Maybe they'd try not to take sides, but that'd be a betrayal big enough for her to leave them of her own volition.

Today, though, she'd called Rhia to meet her at the beach. She hadn't fully admitted to Rhia that she considered her a friend, yet, but it still felt wrong not to check. So she sat beside the other, deeply uncomfortable to be reminded that whatever friendship she had with these people now, they were Greer's friends first. "How was the whole police thing? Did they go too hard on you?" She looked down and away, trying to hide how she felt about this conversation.

[snxwflxwers]

who: @odysseus-thecunning where: the commons when: mid-afternoon

Jiwon stared at her sculpture in the dozens of photos she'd taken of it, uncertain if she was happy enough with it to keep it as is. She'd go back and forth in the camera screen, still unsure of how she felt about it. Her sketchbook was open on the table as she compared each photographed angle to the ones in the drawings, looking for millimetric mistakes or miscalculations. She also had a small notebook open, where she was making annotations, and her laptop was showing a pinterest board with a good amount of references.

She was unaware of the world around her, sheltered by her earphones, until the moment someone sat beside her. At first, she ignored it, but then the sound of muffled words got through her bubble and she finally looked up and removed her earphones to listen, annoyed at the interruption. It'd take forever to get back to the zone after this. "What? Did you say something?"

[chaeromies]

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who: @defavorise where: the quad when: after the police questioning

Although it hadn't been that long since she talked to Sebastian, it'd been forever since she'd even seen Sloane. This was weird because, although she was somewhat distant from all of the Morrisons, she respected and liked her over all of the others. With everything happening, her finger had hovered over the other's contact name many times, considering if she should call, send a signal that Jiwon was there if the other wanted to talk. It'd be good to get closer to her.

She never did, though, letting the little relationship they had fade and rot as she cut contact more and more with her family. Maybe one day she'd exist separate from them. Be someone else. It was unthinkable to leave her parents behind, though, so she knew that was just wishful thinking.

Bumping on her cousin was pure coincidence, but she knew the right thing to do was to approach her and ask her how she'd been. Still, she hesitated. For a split second, Jiwon's feet almost took her in the other direction, away from her cousin - but she stopped them, and walked firmly to her, not sure of what to say. And when she was close enough to be noticed and heard, she still didn't. "How're ya?" She said, her voice fast and her eyes, distant. "I'm sure it's been..." Jiwon tried to think of a descriptor, failing miserably. "... Yeah."

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“Hmm, how about…” Monty was giving it far too much consideration, and jokingly so as well, leaning far back in his seat while tapping at his chin with a singular finger. “One million dollars?” he finally pitched, sounding an awful lot like he was doing a poor impression of Dr. Evil from Austin Powers. His hand dropped and his smile widened again, shrugging. “I’ll give you my middle name for free, though. It’s Noah.” A perfectly average and innocent name until it got into the hands of his family. As a kid, he’d often stretched the word ‘no’ into the longer, whinier ‘nooo-uh,’ and of course no one could pass up the opportunity to whine it right back or pronounce Noah in the same annoying manner when saying his full name. It’d broken him of the habit at least.

His eyebrows lifted slightly, not so much surprised by Jiwon’s opinion on winter break, but more the fact that she was admitting it to him. If anyone had the right to feel melancholy about the holidays, it was her and the rest of the Morrisons. “Oh, that sounds sick,” he commented, choosing to focus on the positive. “Who’s the artist?” Monty paused, taking a beat before shaking his head and exhaling a light chuckle. “Not that I’d recognize them by name or anything, but… It’s still very cool.” He wished that he could say that he planned to be as productive over winter break, but that’d never really been his style. At most, he’d spend the time off hyper-focused on some random hobby he’d drop as soon as classes started up again. “I’m just gonna stick around campus,” he said with a shrug. “My sister’s in New York, I’m here, my parents are back in South Dakota… It’s never really felt worth all the traveling, y’know? Ogden’s kind of cool when there’s not really anyone else around, anyway. It’s very, like…” Trailing off, Monty flapped a hand a little, as if trying to snatch the right word from his subconscious, “chill.” How underwhelming. “The campus turns into a very well-maintained ghost town.”

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Jiwon snapped her fingers, looking jokingly disappointed. "Ah, I knew there'd be a catch." She laughed. "Half a thousand. Final offer." Upon hearing his middle name, Jiwon's eyes widened. Monty Noah. What an interesting development. She didn't know a lot about his family or his past, and had never cared to learn, because she was thankful he didn't try to learn about hers. It took forever for him to understand who she was. And he hadn't treated her differently afterwards. "Wow, what a bargain. Though I'll say, it doesn't have the same punch as knowing a cringy first name."

She shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant about her apprenticeship, even if internally she had never been this excited. "Ah, this woman who's gotten popular lately. Louise. She goes only by her first name, her sculptures are sick. And she does metal sculptures, which is one of my favorite things to do." She took a deep breath, realizing she'd started sounded a little excited. Jiwon had learned from a very young age that being too hyper about things made people see her as less than them, and that lesson had stuck with her. "Ah, I see. Do you see your parents and your sister during summer break?" Although she hated spending time with the Morrison's, she imagined for someone else it'd be rough to spend so long away from them. "That sounds cool. A ghost town. Maybe you could explore some weird corners of the campus."

[livv-baby]

when: finals week where: the commons who: @snxwflxwers

The commons weren't as busy this time around, considering finals were happening and people needed to actually study. Olivia herself didn't have to -- Ollie left everything nice and neatly organized in order for her to ace every single test without having to study one bit. She paid well for her straight A's. With everything about Greer going on, she couldn't imagine using her brain for something other than decompressing about the stupid interrogations.

Meeting with Jiwon still felt odd to Olivia. The two of them shared a friendship with the now missing girl but time has shown Olivia that maybe Jiwon and Greer weren't as close as they seemed -- mostly because it was the exact situation between Greer and Olivia. "Ready for finals?" Olivia asked as she put her things on the table and sat down besides Jiwon. "I only brought my laptop to look study-cute around this place."

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It was still weird to catch herself meeting Greer's old friends like this, as if they were her own. As if she was slowly taking her place, becoming her. She wasn't, and she made sure to keep a level head to never turn into that type of bully - still, as she waited for Olivia Walton, there was this nagging feeling that she should be careful. But it was different, right? She wasn't stealing her friends. In fact, Olivia barely liked Greer. She wasn't doing anything wrong. "Ah, I'm kinda done with all my projects, I just have a test tomorrow. But I'm ready." Truthfully, she'd been buying time with fake projects and tests for a while now, avoiding going home with every fiber of her being. "Ah, well, you do look study-cute. I can almost buy that you're studying. Are you ready too?"

    “ and what does count as interesting enough for me in the eyes of jiwon morrison ? ” he gives her a smile, not pushing any further about the sketches — though link was never shy about showing his own photography and assignments for journalism, he understood that some people liked to keep their art as their own — for some time, at least. “ maybe when the future sculptures come to fruition, you can let me take pictures of them that i can edit for you in a cool way. ” he suggests, but puts it up in the air, changing the subject before she can even respond to that offer; they’ll get back to it in the future. “ so how was your break ? had a fun morrison time ? ” they tease her. “ — i can’t imagine things being in a very festive mood over there, huh ? ”

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Jiwon shrugged. "Something that isn't a sketch." She looked around, trying to avoid his eyes. "A finished sculpture, maybe. I don't know." His next words felt friendlier, even if he changed the subject as quickly as he brought it up. She was being ridiculous earlier. Link was a friend, and her sinister premonition was nothing more than the paranoia taking over her. That being said, she would hate for her pieces to be edited. She enjoyed seeing the sculptures photographed, but was always scared of how it'd be edited.

As Link asked about her break, there it was again. That feeling underneath it all. "It was fun." She started, simply. Her voice was bad at conveying sarcasm, so it just came off as flat and uninterested. "Everyone was partying so much. How was yours? Did you visit your hometown?"

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"You don't have to go to class if you already know everything," Charlie's tone said duh! for her. Charlie maintained the childish optimism most outgrown in their teens, that belief that nothing really that bad could happen to her, and so far, she'd been fortunate enough to be correct. She'd maintained her mediocre grades just fine by going to class when bored and skipping when there was literally anything else to do.

"No, I promise you don't. It's almost the end of the semester, if you don't know it by now, you're never going to learn it." A perfect example of circuitous, nonsensical Charlie logic. "Besides, finals happen every semester. A Charlie pregame... well, I probably throw those every semester too," she anticipated Jiwon's out before she said it, "but they're never the same twice! I pinky promise you'll have fun."

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Jiwon scoffed at Charlotte's childish remark - though it was more of a smile than anything else that she had to disguise. The girl was unsufferable, by all means, and so completely opposite to herself that Jiwon constantly wondered why she even bothered to pretend that anything in common. "Well, it's not about learning, really." She started her excuse. "It's about perfecting. I'm an artist, not a mathematician." Jiwon ran her hands through her hair, fully realizing she was getting cornered, and that she would not be able to say no at the end. "What if I pinky promise to show up next year?"

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Nate’s eyebrows furrowed in, creating a crease on his forehead. Didn’t look like his type of gym. What did that mean? Because it was nice? Expensive? Out of his social orbit? Any of those could be - and were, to some degree - true, though he didn’t know what exactly Jiwon meant by it. As much as she was one of the more tolerable Morrison’s to be around….she was still a Morrison. “Yeah,” he agreed, letting his eyes follow hers to the guy she was glaring at, annoyance crossing both of their expressions. Nate didn’t know many people that went to this gym, outside of his friends that he fought with. So he had nothing to say, though he felt fairly confident in agreeing with Jiwon on that one. “Uh…yeah. That’d be sweet,” he agreed. Beat walking back. 

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"Great. Let's go." She gestured widely, and start walking towards her car without ever looking back to see if Nate was behind her or beside her. He probably was. Although they weren't the closest ever, she enjoyed that they could be in silence without it feeling awkward. It was a breath of fresh air, considering all of Greer's ex-friends who suddenly found her tolerable after the girl went missing; she liked them, sure, but it sometimes it still felt like a chore to act like a normal person around them. "Some girl asked if she could join the club recently. I'm thinking of bringing her to our next meeting."

[pi-mimi-for-hire]

The text to come over to her room came as a surprise. Her friendship with a Morrison still confused her, considering the connection, but Mimi would never say no to someone who needed support. Before she left her room, Mimi had grabbed a handful of items for comfort and relaxation: tea, face masks, bags of candy, blankets, scented candles, and a series of bad movies just so they could make fun of them. She found herself lounging on the floor of Jiwon’s room, eating one of the many bags of candy she brought. The messages from G had her worried. Her own time capsule did not have anything incriminating on it, but whoever G was was slippery. “Believe me, I know.” She chews at the gummy candy, also not saying the name. Leave it to Greer to still be a bully without physically being there. “You would think she would find new victims wherever she is, but I guess we are just too good to pass on.” Mimi grumbles. The rumors of where she’d run off to were too many to count. Greer, being dead, was on the table, but Mimi didn’t believe it. A body would’ve been found. Mimi smiled up at her, tossing a bag of candy at her. “How are you feeling? I know she’s family and that can be complicated and whatnot, but I’m worried about how you’re bottling things up. You know, I’m always here.”

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Jiwon looked over to Mimi. She knew the complicated relationship she had to the disappeared girl, and it sometimes felt cruel to keep bringing it up, but then again, who else could she talk to? Who else would be able to hear a bit of the awful things she'd heard before Greer went missing and not immediately hand her over to the police? She was paranoid, but the golden girl was a common enemy, and this felt safer than complaining to the people she'd befriended after the disappearence. "You know, it's extra fucked up that you're in that video." She couldn't say what she really thought without revealing her theory that Greer was dead. If whoever this was, was going after her friends and family, which was her leading theory, why go after someone she'd bullied? "Why would Greer still be torturing you?" She said instead, picking the bag Mimi had thrown in the air and opening it. "Along with her friends, I mean. What's up with her?" She took a deep breath when Mimi asked about her feelings. That was a complicated whirlwind that she wasn't ready for. "I am... Feeling, for sure." She scoffed. "How are you, with everything? I'm sure it hurts you more than me."

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“Well the good thing about my life, and the people I care about, is that it’s none of your fucking business,” Ollie said, turning on his heel and making his way to his door. He really didn’t need to deal with this, nor did he want to. On a good day it was difficult to deal with Jiwon and her own special brand of stuck-up, but right now? Coke in particular could make him extra moody when he was already feeling pretty moody to begin with. He turned over his shoulder to wish her a good night and a fuck you when he realized she was … not feeling too hot. Ollie had been around enough people who had passed out before, or worse, to catch the signs. “Hey are you okay?” He asked, quickly closing the space across the hall between them in a few bounds. He rifled through his bag pulling out water bottle and offering it to her. “Here, drink some of this, and sit down,” he added, thrusting the bottle into Jiwon’s hands without entertaining any protests. He pulled his coat off and tossed it onto the floor, guiding Jiwon to lean against the wall next to her door, and helping her to sit down before she fainted or something. “Have you like… eaten anything?” Ollie asked as he squatted down next to her, and looked around. Then after a brief silence he added with a teasing grin, “now who’s impaired, huh?”

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Jiwon shut her eyes tighter. Migraines had a way to completely destroy her, bring down every last bit of her sense of self until there was just a mess of blinking lights and disorienting colors, and noises that would reverb inside her head with echo over echo. "I'm fine- I-" She tried to lie, hands holding her temples tightly. There was no point, though, because she was contorting herself in what was very clearly pain. Jiwon took the water bottle wordlessly and sat down, taking a big gulp and swallowing it before putting her head between her knees. "I ate. I think so. This just happens sometimes." She tried to downplay it, even if the information was correct: she did in fact, have frequent migraines. Upon hearing Oliver's teasing, she couldn't help but be her usual know-it-all. "Not mutually exclusive. We're both impaired." She took a deep breathe. "And this is exactly why I didn't have time to talk."

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Juliette had been curious about people's reactions to the time capsule leak ever since it had taken place, and seeing Jiwon seemed like a perfect place to gauge at least what some of Greer's family may be thinking. Of course the concept that Greer may have thrown things away and had spilled secrets in a dark moment worried Juliette. There were always secrets in anyone's closet after all. And who could ever know what possible things had been let slip in those time capsules. Or that could be public knowledge soon. It all felt like... like this was just the set up. Like she could see the wind up coming and needed to find a way to stop the inevitable slapshot that was coming.

Sitting down, Juliette continued to gaze at the other woman, trying to gauge at least some of her reaction. "I was just trying to give you my attention was all. Wouldn't want you thinking I was giving you anything less than my full focus." She offered with a smile, trying to put the other woman at ease. "So... everyone seems to be waiting with bated breath for more information. Especially after that unfortunate leak."

It was a heavy breath that escaped her lips as she settled deeper into the seat. An olive branch was to be offered. It would be the best way to try and get more information about Jiwon's reaction of course. "Are you okay though? I'm sure it must have been difficult to watch that." Especially the end. The thought quickly jumped through her mind before she pushed it away immediately. "I can't imagine how you're feeling."

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Jiwon looked down, away from the other it felt like everyone wanted her attention these days, to know how she was doing, to know if she missed Greer, or if she was tired of police investigations, or if she needed anything. All a mask, of course, for their true curiosity. She felt like an animal in a zoo. "If you're interrogating me for information, you're about to be at a loss." She whispered agressively, trying to keep herself leveled enough not to lose her calm again and give the bystanders even more to look at it. "You wanna know how I'm feeling? I'm feeling watched and stalked. Like everyone just wants to watch the freak circus, and I'm the goddamn clown." Her voice sounded accusatory, and she wasn't sure how much the other deserved the brunt of it. But it was coming out, one way or another, and lately all her anger had been a lot more intensive and a lot harder to hide. "And you're not helping one bit."

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He wasn't sure what he expected, approaching someone out of the blue and talking to them. He recognized Jiwon, but didn't really have an opinion on her just yet, aside from a bunch of rumors and things he didn't really care to judge on. But he had heard she was unpleasant.

"Woah," he laughs a bit, holding his hands up in a surrender. "Didn't mean to make things worse." He considers for a moment, then sits himself down beside her. "Want some company?"

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Jiwon scoffed. She didn't have the energy for this. Not today. Not when things were crashing and burning around her. She'd ran away to be by herself, away from the campus storm, and somehow, she ended right back where she'd begun. "No." She said. "But I doubt you'll listen, so sure." She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to look as disinterested as possible, which wasn't hard.

“Heathen? That’s new,” he replied with a laugh. “You’ve always been family, I’m just not a big fan of your attitude and I’d rather not be around that kind of negativity. If you can’t see that you’re in the wrong, then I guess you’re just delusional,” he told her. It was a trait that Sebastian would deny he had, the deflecting of all blame, in his mind he was just never wrong. It wasn’t hard to think like that when you were a Morrison, his parents brought him up believing in it. “Is there a difference?” he shrugged. “Look, are you gonna apologise or are you gonna try argue with me on the street?” 

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Jiwon smiled, knowing full well he was going to reach his boiling point soon. She took a step closer to him, and her expression turned serious again. "And you're delusional if you think I care if we argue on the street." Jiwon crossed her arms. "If you're gonna be an asshole, at least own up to it. Come on, you can say it: 'I don't look where I'm going because I think everyone else should just move out of my way'. Show me what you got." She was hoping for a reaction, poking for anything that would make him say something he'd regret.