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because of circumstance, ryuwon had grown up rather quickly for her age, either too shy or had already stepped up responsibility to keep her family in tact for as long as she could, and when it fell apart, to at least be able to hold her own. 

for this reason she missed a lot of her own childhood and a lot of memories, and becoming a police officer that saw some of the worst parts of humanity didn’t always help. it wasn’t as if she had nightmares or was stuck in some rut, but her outlook on life wasn’t always as rosy, and she often became a bit more lighthearted and at ease when she saw kids being kids, innocent and ignorant of the world they lived in. 

nearly every adult she knew had some kind of stress or cynical way about them.

that is, except for joonho.

joonho, despite his age, was the biggest child ryuwon had ever encountered, and nobody could be around him for a while without breaking into a smile, or being confused by his ways. for her, it was equal parts comedy and equal parts crazy—she could never figure him out, and she didn’t want to. she just enjoyed being around him from time to time when she could feel her thoughts turning into a dark scribble of a mess some days. 

and some days, she just liked ignoring her own adulthood to be a kid right next to him. 

“i can’t believe you started without me,” she whined, finding joon already at work playing games in the arcade where they agreed to meet. it was her day off and she needed company that wouldn’t provide her stress-and he was perfect for that. she was in ‘training’ of sorts, to relieve stress. also because she was just really, really bad at arcade games, and if she was going to be around him, she was going to have to get better. “hurry up or i’m gonna mess your whole game up and make you start over,” she interjected, watching his score on the machine climb. 

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evening shifts were probably the busiest part of the day at work. the most accidents happened as people were coming and going to and from work, schoolkids got caught for stealing or drinking or just being a nuisance, one older man or woman from all the way out in riverside finally managed to get the right bus route to the station where they made some kind complaint about teenagers, or bears, or their neighbor who stole their prized vegetable from their garden in their dream the night before. 

and because she was one of the youngest, most of this work was stuck on her, and so for hours she would sit filling out paperwork and listening to complaints and trying to stop altercations with threats of jail time—often times while being looked down on because of her youth. 

the most annoying of all of them were the teenagers who always found their way into her desk area, most of them caught for stealing, smoking or drinking underage. and today, another familiar face was seated across from her as she returned from a coffee run with two cups just for herself to get through the rest of her shift. as she came upon her desk, she could only see the person from behind, and as she got closer she peeked around them and groaned, tilting her head back as she set her coffee down, perching on her desk in front of them. “han jieun,” she said sternly, picking up the clipboard with the preliminary report written on it, “i’m getting tired of seeing your face. if you have so much time to get into trouble, why can’t you use it to study? if you can’t even be a decent punk, at least be a decent student.”

the young school girl was apart of a small group of kids who were always up to no good and generally shuffling in and out of the police station, and almost all of them were pushed to ryuwon’s desk, which she hated. this one in particular was always getting caught, and while ryuwon had pity on her the first two or three times because all teenagers did stupid things, her sympathy had worn out and more than ever she dreaded seeing them at her desk. “tell me what you did, who you were with, and if you have money to post bail because your warnings are up, missy.”

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eerie.

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while she wouldn’t go as far as to describe herself as gullible, or naive at her age, ryuwon couldn’t deny she was a bit too easy to persuade, given the person trying to rope her into something. most times, if they were agreeable and they got along well, ryuwon didn’t mind entertaining their ideas and schemes (as long as they weren’t illegal), and sometimes they were enjoyable for her. 

her mother once said she was so easy to persuade into these things because she didn’t often have the chance to as a kid, mostly due to working for the family business or looking after siblings. ryuwon had never thought she was a kid who matured early, but the more she looked back on it as she got older, she did mature earlier than she once had thought.

maybe this was why she let people encourage her into doing what she sometimes felt were silly things, given her age. but maybe this was why people felt more easy around her than her seniors, given even if the idea was absolutely preposterous, she would still listen and look before coming to a conclusion. 

and maybe this was why she was always willing to appease miso, no matter what the younger wanted to do (again, as long as it wasn’t illegal). the round faced girl, in ryuwon’s opinion, held a lot of promise. though she didn’t know much about her, for some reason she really could never say no to her requests, and was often the one running after her whenever she called. for safety reasons, she claimed. 

“do you want to tell me where exactly we’re going?” she asked the younger girl, hands shoved into her sweatshirt pockets. the past couple weeks miso had been excitedly talking about places she wanted to look into, and ryuwon didn’t know if she had even decided yet. “i hope you’re not trying to go into the forest because i value my life too much for that. but,” she trailed off, knowing she’d regret what she was about to say next, “we could check out the warehouse for a bit. i’ve been trying to look into the graffiti markings because new ones keep showing up, but i can’t seem to trace them. i tried to ask the bookstore owner if they had any books on that kind of stuff, but she-they gave me some kind of growl as an answer, so i left.”

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for a girl who had an immense amount of pride in her job and what it entailed, it wasn’t like she never had her doubts about it. though many of the residents in iri were way to accustomed to the strange happenings, it wasn’t as if they were never questioned or if a new mystery didn’t dominate the talks around coffee in the early mornings as people tried to re-navigate their day for the third time that week.

for ryuwon, those thoughts were often amplified in her mind, given the longer she worked at the police department. sometimes things worked a bit too well, sometimes files went missing too often, sometimes budgets didn’t add up and funds were missing, and sometimes when she went into the archives to look for something, some facts didn’t quite match up or looked like they were hastily written to cover something. of course, she never questioned those things, out of slight fear, but also to protect herself. 

so when she heard her seniors talking about uprising!, a new podcast that had sprung out of nowhere devoted to uncovering the truths about iri, she stayed silent, but tuned in when she was her squad car alone, listened to past episodes while getting ready for work in the morning. waited for the hype and sudden interest to die down, waited for it to be dismissed by adults among her as something done by young people to entertain themselves.  

and then, and only then, did she begin to act.  

an envelope here and there of information she had quietly been storing in her mind for many months, a small package of papers with annotations written in her non dominant hand (her left) shoved into a mailbox late at nights before the roads changed, all signed anonymously with a small doodle of a ghost on the upper left side. she did this for a long time, hoping that with every truth she helped them uncover, her town would get better and things could be explained.

reasons for her anonymity were for two main reasons. one, for her own job and safety-god knows the amount of trouble she could be looking at if her identity was discovered, and two, because she had been avoiding son euntae, the founder of uprising!, for the better part of four years, and wasn’t ready to face him or answer any of his questions. not yet.

but all secrets must come to light, something she was about to learn as she tried to push the fat envelope through the mailbox designated for the podcast for tips and the like on a cold night. her fingers we beginning to go a bit numb and her cheeks reddened as she struggled to push the envelope through with a groan of annoyance. “you would think they’d get a bigger mailbox slot by now,” she whined, kicking at it a couple times. half of the envelope was still sticking out, and she couldn’t take the risk of some bystander taking it, so she tried again, only to give up with another swift kick to the wall. she only froze when she sound of a loud voice stopped her, probably one of the members demanding to know who the strange girl was cursing and kicking at their mailbox.

she panicked a bit inside, trying to come up with a bullshit story to cover herself when she finally looked at the person, the scarf that had been wrapped around most of her face to conceal her identity falling away from her face. her eyes went wide, cold hands balling into fists as she looked at the very person she had been trying to avoid. “oh,” she said  quickly, reaching to pull out the packet, quickly hiding it behind her back, “is this the mailbox for uprising? it was supposed to be for the place down the street, sorry about that,” she gave a hurried laugh, trying to slowly back away so she could get out of there.

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i always wait til like, the last moment to set things up, woops. anyway, hi! you can all call me bea, and all of you should have received a brief lil welcome message complete with a lil ~mysterious~ pyramid, lol. this is ryuwon, your local “tough” police officer! her profile and biography are both up, and so are a couple plots! there’s a lot more to her than what i’ve written, so hopefully i can express that soon. head underneath the cut for a brief intro of her!

one of four kids by her parents, the second eldest. her older brother was the golden child who became more cynical as time went on and got really into alcohol. he graduated hs with good grades but got into an accident over break, hurt his back and legs and was unable to become an police officer.

ryuwon basically became the eldest by default because her older brother just wasn’t doing anything with her life. she ended up going to school to become a police officer.

her parents had been having a really bad time in their relationship around the time this was happening, and during her first year in college her father revealed he was cheating and wanted a divorce so he could be with his mistress. the family was town gossip for a long long time after that.

ryuwon was so pissed with her dad that she cut off all contact and her personality changed to be more tough—by the time she had graduated college though, her mother had gotten remarried to a really nice guy who she really considers her father. 

currently works as a normal patrol officer at the station, though she’s in training to work with the detectives so you’ll still catch her at major crime scenes if anything big happens.

being a police officer in iri is the most boring but incredible thing ever, in case you’re wondering.

she’s also the half nice half tough kind of officer because she takes her job really seriously.

lowkey believes in some of the weird stuff happening and you can 100% rope her into any theories you have. she’ll most likely give you any intel she knows because of work as long as you can keep a secret. 

speaks with a bit of a country dialect/accent because she lived way on the outskirts of riverside until high school when she moved into east iri.

can beat you at billiards any time, any place, anywhere.

kind of a tomboy for a majority of her life but has recently?? been looking more soft?? 

there’s honestly more but i cant remember but...plot with me. us. i like pain and angst, truly.

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