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[boraxfc]

✂— hell's bells

hmm?  haesun-ah, i'm sorry; i've been getting so many damn texts that i can't pay attention.  can i just take a second to call this bugger back?  { -- : laughs } no no no, no boyfriend-- { -- : aiiee, just fucking let me go.  idle chatter is made for a few minutes more before bora finally gains the freedom to leave; making the gesture of calling someone, the woman leaves and presses the phone to her cheek. } ahh, crater face. { -- : "crater face?" } did i fuckin' stutter? { -- : snickers as she rounds the corner }  what were you dancing for? { -- : "dancing?" } yah, hag--you're dead now, you can't be hard of hearing.  now what was it? { -- : the old woman's ghost excitedly tells her of a strange woman who had been visiting the hospital for a while now, doing "weird, mutant-y things." } hmm-- { -- : walking through the parts of the hospital with less traffic now, making her way to the where the spectre said the woman was now. } -- and you waited this long to tell me?  this better be good, or else.  { -- : swallows a cackle at the expression the spirit makes, waving her hand as an indication for her to go away the moment she finds the woman.  now it was time to play with the living }  excuse me?  can i help you? 

[boraxfc]

✂— hey ho!

{ -- : as always, bora had to deal with the teasing of the dead.  today's subject?  her uniform.  the pristine, white nursing uniform that had handed to her on her first day couldn't suit her any less; the fact that they were hers was a fucking joke. and while a good majority of the spirits that spent their time hanging around the woman had learned to shut the fuck up about the uniform, there was one that had yet to learn.  and frankly, bora doubted she ever would.  

yoo shinhye, a wee girl of nine years, had a smart mouth and a cheery demeanour, despite her recent death.  the mutant didn't know why she bothered to keep her around. she supposed it was because the girl wasn't boring, and it was convenient to have someone put the likes of reginald in their place when she didn't want to.  the thing had seemed to have grown a tad attached to the woman as well, and so a distant memory kept her from sending her off.  with the span of eternity in front of her, the little girl could wait.  a distant memory that actually stirred the lump of coal in her chest--bora could puke.  her feelings towards shinhye were most likely a mix of 'like' and 'hatred'  with a tad of 'pity;' it was an interesting discovery, finding she had some of the latter left in her existence to give.  shinhye makes a comment too many and death practically growls-- }  i swear to god shinhye, i will send you off today if you don't fuckin' shut it.

 { -- : a chiding reply, one that makes her eyes roll but draws a dry laugh out of her as well }  just you wait later, fuckin' brat--i will smack you into the afterlife and bring you back just to do it all again.  { -- : huffs }