#actressxjinri

[imyovna]

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MORE. Okay. A person I haven’t talked to much lately but still remember well and as a wonderful roleplayer is @actressxjinri . Honestly, back when I still had Jinki as a muse and found that blog I couldn’t quite believe that they wanted to interact with me, a potato. Not only was their muse amazing, but the mun was also very sweet and patient with me, making their interactions one that was filled with so much depth and emotion that I really enjoyed it. Sadly I dropped Jinki the, but we met on Yoona again and they actually remembered me ;-; They are still as kind as always and seeing Jinri on dash, interacting with others, is a great inspiration to me.

[petalbruised]

{ @actressxjinri let the evil in. }

     Daisie often craved a lavish lifestyle. She wanted to be able to splurge on things every now and then. A scanty little black dress. A nice pair of shoes. An expensive meal. A bottle of champagne. Flowers for her mother. Yes, Daisie often wanted things she could not afford, but she was sure that was the case for everyone. Well... almost everyone. Even celebrities have it hard, she knows this because of her (extremely) limited connections with the rich and the famous. This is why the young woman treats them no differently than how she’d want to be treated herself. “Jinri Unnie--” her voice is soft as she approaches the actress, a white paper bag clasped in one of her hands, whilst the other holds on tight to the leash of the dog they were using on set that day. “I brought you some fruit packets and a vitamin juice, I know that Pongo here can be a pain, so I thought you’d need the energy.”

[llexiah-blog]

// @actressxjinri

In the midst of an emergency there are a list of steps they teach children when they’re young and forget to reiterate when they’re older. Routine is nice but repetition is necessary. A child is saved from a scolding but not trials to come. In retrospect parents will tell the reporters they reassured them this and they told them that. All in all it was pointless. It was the basic rule of training. Repetition. It’s also why her steps are rusty in practice. Very rarely has she been placed in a situation where instinct fails her. 

Asses the situation. Jinri is outside her door, shivering and without warning. If it weren’t for the constant rub of her hands against her body she would’ve thought the girl was a statue. Wouldn’t that be a surprise. The surprise in itself is how much time it takes Lexi to move.

“Where’s your jacket——-!!!” She’s supposed to handle the situation calmly and then ask questions. She’s always been more of an observer and upon catching sight of the girl chattering and standing at the door she supposed questions come later and movements come first. So many questions so little time. So many actions, so little remembrance. The surprise is welcome but concern though it wears thin on her face is still there. It’s there in the pauses after her question and the movement her body takes to step aside.

First things first get her warm. She’s assessed the situation right? She’s cold for god’s sake! Get her warm, ask questions later. Don’t ask questions. Forget questions.

“I’ve got a blanket on the couch.“

[myungsoomemories]

A night to remember | Jinri x Myungsoo

The room was loud, not the usual atmosphere Myungsoo was used to. There was no loud rave music, no groups of teenagers off their faces with the hallucinations that substances could bring to take them away from the reality of their lives. This wasn't even the atmosphere of the Den, where people came for release of a different kind. No, instead laughter could be heard, as a various range of people chattered and gathered. A world apart from what Myungsoo was used to. These people were successful, they didn't need an escape in the same way that he was used to experiencing, and as he served the customers, he felt their eyes burning into him, judging his appearance.

He regretted agreeing to work this, but his boss had insisted, the male that had requested him was a long standing patron of the den, and an extremely valuable customer, one that was not to be displeased. In short terms, Myungsoo had to work the event, or work the streets once again. Sighing quietly, he passed the last remaining customer their drink, before leaning against the bar and pouring himself a whisky, shooting it back in one easily. His hands pushed into the pocket of his dark jeans, trailing his tongue over the lip piercing that jutted from his flesh, glancing up to the clock. "Fuck another 4 hours left." He muttered frustratedly to himself, bringing one of his hands to run down over his face.

Pushing himself to his feet once again, he approached the young female that had made her way to the bar, quickly replacing the frustrated frown with one of his best smiles as he pushed his bangs from his eyes, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Hey, what can I get for you lovely?" He asked with a tilt of his head. "I assure you, I might look young but I can put any other bartender in this room to shame."