#chu: serialization

[srmiso-blog]

secrecy.

@srjaesung; asleep, shared dream.

dark eyes flicker open to be met with the soft, rust colored glow of a dying sun. she knows its a dying sun because after the first time she dreamed this dream, she went on a search through google. a large, massive red star hangs crimson in the sky, bathing everything around her in what seems to be an eerie pinkish glow. the sun is haunting, the color of dried blood, somehow fitting the empty, arid landscape. she's started to wonder if these dreams, these settings, are windows into another world. some distant planet, inhabitants driven out by plague or famine or war, the apocalypse of a solar flare come too close to the surface, who knows. she wants to unravel its mysteries, wants to know the stories whispering unspoken in the quiet howl of the wind whipping through crumbling marble structures.

she dreams herself out of pajamas and into the most perfectly fitting jeans she can imagine, a plain white tshirt to match, and her personal real life black doc martens, her trustiest companions in this world or any other.  prepared for searching through the emptied city, she pushes up to her feet, dusting herself off, red clay colored dirt falling from her jeans as she does. the silence is suddenly  interrupted, however, by an odd shift in the world around her, the strangest feeling of change and adjustment, as if the fabric of the world around her has moved and twisted and shifted.

the source of this becomes clear nearly immediately, a familiar boy blinking himself awake, curled on his side against the pavement in front of her in only his boxers, tan skin almost glowig beneath the odd pallor of the light. she drops to squat beside him, one hand on her knee, the other moving to press a finger into his side. "wake up sleepy head." she instructs, a fond smile on her lips as he complies, groaning quietly. "i guess you can't escape me even in your dreams, huh jae?" its a quiet tease, a silly laugh, but there's a twist in her chest, her sense of peace and calm slowly abating.

it used to be she never felt safer, stronger, better than when she was with jaesung, tugging at his sloppily tied uniform tie or dragging him off into the forest with her, using him to fight her battles or fending off wide-eyed underclassmen that tried to confess - because he was hers, just like kiyong was, and, honestly, perhaps even a little bit more.

or at least, he had been. but she'd ruined that too, hadn't she? and the thought of it even now twists in her stomach, even as she stands upright, offers him  a hand. "you gonna dream yourself some pants?"

[srmiso-blog]

turnaround.

@srjieun

tick, tock, tick, tock.

miso's had her bleary, glazed eyes fixed distractedly on the clock for the better part of a half hour now, watching with desperation as the hands tick tick tick around the surface, slowly, slowly approaching her current favorite moment. 4pm. in other words, the end of her shift.

now its not a bad job, but like any part time job, its hardly her number one priority. its not exactly fun. its not the way she would choose to spend an evening, or an afternoon, or a morning, or a day, or whatever else. she's tired of her ugly blue polyester vest, she doesn't want to stand up anymore, she doesn't want to smile at customers and punch numbers on the register and thump the side of it twice and wiggle the drawer to get it to open, as she always must. she doesn't want to unjam the stupid receipt machine when the paper gets stuck because hr manager cheaped out on just about everything possible to cheap out on. she just wants to go get dinner, head home.

the sound of a little bell and jieun's subsequent appearance in the doorway signals it must be about time, and a quick glance at the clock confirms this exactly, has her lighting up with energy and enthusiasm. she rips the vest off, runs back to grab her backpack and stowe the garment away, clocks out and heads back to the front of the store to link her arm through jieun's.

the two girls chatter happily, jieun regaling her with stories of the current state of the local high school, miso every amused to hear the complicated goings on of high school life, of the teen years. of course, she herself had dubiously dragged that complication along with her into her twenties, but at least it was better than being bored. as they wound through the familiar streets (placed in an unfamiliar pattern), however, miso's smile slowly faded to be replaced by the slight purse of lips that indicated she was focusing, before she eventually paused in place.

"wait a minute. we're going in a circle. we've walked past this street combination before, turned down second and come out onto 44th. are - have we gotten lost?" she groans, pushes her hand back through her hair as she glances around, as if for clues. she sighs dramatically after a moment, turns her head to jieun with a frown. “my young padawan, i appear to have led you astray.” at least humor will lighten the annoyance of being lost, an unfairly common occurence in iri.

[srmiso-blog]

suspension.

@srkiyong ; samak park, 1am

miso has always loved the crispness of the night air in iri, always whipping clean and clear and cool through her hair, across her cheeks, tousling long strands of hair into escaping from a messy ponytail. the best part of iri is that there is always something to be discovered, uncovered, revealed. they had taken to the streets in the dwindling hours of the night, the suspended quiet of the blue hour. it lingers around them even now like a miasmatic cloud of calm, a peacefulness that she can feel slipping away from her bit by bit as color returns to the world, blue draining away to reveal the natural saturation of their surroundings. her toes drag against the rubbery surface of the playground as she walks, headed for the jungle gym.

she's always been an adventurous girl, lithe and energetic, muscle built from climbing and running and jumping and exploring, and this hasn't changed a bit over the years. the climb to the apex of the structure is familiar, the slightest ache of muscle as it extends, flexes, drawing the slight weight of her up along the bars. the girl settles into place at the top, room left for the boy moving just as effortlessly up after her, all slender limbs and pale skin and a somewhat perpetual smirk etched against his features. she scrunches her nose as she lifts a foot, pretending she might drive the heel of her beaten black doc martens into his forehead, even as she fumbles in the pockets of the pale purple bomber she's wearing to produce a lighter.

"you've got some on you right?" she questions hopefully, mimes putting a cigarette to her lips as she does, a hum when he settles into place beside her. she slides a little closer, the two of them perched at the top, surveying the park around them like it might be their singular domain, king and queen of the strange stillness of one am in iri. she leans her head to the side, against his shoulder, a groan as she stretches her legs out. "bit of a bummer." she adds, slightly sulkily, referencing the fact they had not come across bear after all, despite it having been promised to her he'd been sighted in the area just moments before she burst into kiyong's room and dragged him outside with her. her back pack rests, camera inside, at the bottom of the structure - she's rarely seen without it. "i think i've got a flask in my bag, if you want me to go grab it."

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MiRACLE !

artist: chuchu (chu miso) released: june 2015. genre:  magical girl, slice of life, comedy, action/adventure, fantasy chapters: 1-153.  status: ongoing.

MiRACLE!  

Cherry, a young girl from the countryside, moves to the city of Eer, up in the mountains, only to find things are not as they seem. After getting lost in the Whispering Woods, she encounters an old woman who bestows the powers of a genie on her, developing her alter-identity as a magical girl. Together alongside a ragtag band of misfit locals, Cherry attempts to navigate and neutralize the strangenesses around town, all while attempting to live a normal life.

MiRACLE ! is the fictionalized serialization of Miso’s life, through the lens of the magical girl genre. Members of her social circle, people in town, and oddities that pervade their personal landscape feature heavily in the narrative, often in exaggerated or otherwise fictionalized ways. She has recently begun dividing the series into “arcs” that deal with different strangenesses of the town; the first arc dealt with Bear, only he featured as a shapeshifting werewolf, the second arc dealt with overthrowing the propaganda paper (who were additionally a power-rangers-esque team of mech pilots) and so on. the current arc (the ninth) is named “deadend” and deals with the ever shifting roads, and specifically the one that occasionally changes locations - in this case, becoming a portal to the underworld and unleashing monsters on the town instead of just a boring field.