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[cirque-victoria]

Yo Playa Why Can't You Think? || Nichkhun & Victoria

Victoria didn't care for the large bonfire party that was currently going on. Just like she had done for the previous one, she was going to mostly avoid it and keep to her own little house where she was safe from drunken fools. Not that she had much room to talk after what happened the last time she actually went out with the cirque and wound up drinking. She still couldn't believe how irrational and almost... no, totally, embarrassing she had acted. There was no way she was ever going to drink alcohol again, or even allow someone else to accidentally screw with her drink and give her an alcoholic beverage. The blonde didn't need to embarrass herself anymore than she already had. 

Before she let herself get pulled back into the events from that night and all of her stupid, very regrettable actions, she cut her thoughts off as she increased the volume on her iPod. She refused to spend her time knocking her head against a wall for how she acted. What's done is done, and she would have to find a way to talk with Ren some other time. If she was ever going to, that is. But for now, she was going to stay in her room and read while she listened to music. Now that Zelo was no longer there, she at least had the place to herself which she was more than used to at this point. A small part of her did feel almost a little bit regretful that he left, but honestly she was not going to complain. It wasn't as if they had gotten along all that well anyway.

For a long time she remained in her little house while others partied on the beach, simply enjoying the solitude and quiet her room offered. But as she grew hungry, she remembered hearing about all the food that was supposedly going to be at the party, including BBQ. And although she really didn't feel like leaving her house, the appeal of a nice meal eventually lured her out after a couple of moments of making herself look presentable. If she had any luck she would be able to simply pick up some food and leave just as quickly without running into anyone... a certain blond boy in particular.

After straightening her bangs and pulling her blonde locks out of her face, she went down to the beach, skirting around most of people that gathered around the warm bonfire as she headed for where the food was. As she filled a plate with different snacks and assembled a hamburger, Victoria overheard a guy speaking with a few girls to her left. She didn't hear much besides a few corny lines, but it was enough to make her roll her eyes and glance at the speaker right as the girls shook their heads and walked away from him. A slightly amused smirk crossed her lips, but it slowly disappeared as her eyes remained on the dude, trying to puzzle out where she knew him from. It only took a few moments, but when it finally clicked in her brain she froze in place, wondering what she should do. She wanted to turn the other way and run back to the safety of her house, but her curiosity was beginning to eat away at her. She had managed to mostly avoid thinking about the guy she had idiotically kissed to prove some sort of point to Ren, but every now and then the memory would resurface in her mind. After all, unless her memories were really screwed up from that night, she had not witnessed a single thought in his mind when she touched him. Yes, she had not seen much when she came into contact with Ren either, but she had still seen bits and pieces of the teen's thoughts, while it had been completely blank when she touched him. It had to be she had just forgotten about whatever she had seen. There was no way she could have not read anything in his mind at all. Every single person she had ever touched had unknowingly let her into their mind!

Determined to prove to herself that she had simply forgotten what was in his mind, she turned and walked towards him, raising her eyebrows as he fell onto his knees from the rejection. Was he really being that dramatic about a simple rejection? What a moron. And there was no way she was going to keep that thought to herself.

She appeared in front of him, holding her plate in one hand and looking down at him with raised eyebrows. For a brief instant she felt uncomfortable knowing that she had kissed him, but she pushed that thought away. She had been drunk, and it wasn't as if it really mattered anyway, it was just to prove to Ren that she didn't like him. So before she left any other stupid feelings engulf her, she spoke, making sure his attention was on her. "What did you really expect from those cheesy lines? I'm surprised they didn't say anything mean to you, I know I would have."

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➣ `welcome to 382; Jinri & Nichkhun` —✖

382, that’s what they said, right?

It was day one for the girl on the home island. Though she was already breaching her early twenties, she couldn’t help but feel like a freshman in highschool all over again as she searched for the little cabin that had the numbers printed on it that she was searching looking for. Everyone seems so happy. . . Taking in the scenery around her, the island in her opinion was beautiful. She never got to see these kinds of areas of Korea, so it refreshing seeing all the returning freaks smiling and getting along as they do as they return to their familiar homes. She wanted to be like them, making friends that is. Hoping her timidness would be something short lived, she imagined leaving the island and returning with happier smiles and new memories to reminisce on as she relaxed in her new home. That is, if she ever found her new home.

382. . . 382. . . I know I didn’t remember it wrong.

Jinri had no idea what she was in store for. One thing she kept saying to herself when she realized that she’d be living with strangers is that she could befriend them due to circumstance and not by her own doing. It was hard trying to find something to talk about with people she considered friends before; it just seemed impossible conversing with strangers. Even though she knew people weren’t overly extreme with reactions, but she always felt if she spoke, people would ridicule her for it or think she’s weird or not worth the time. And it wasn’t her fault she thought this— it was just how she was raised. Her adoptive family never cared enough for Jinri’s presence. She was a burden, and a burden wasn’t allowed to speak. Maybe this was the reason why she sympathized so much with her silent savior. She knows what it feels like being afraid to speak. But, as she found herself in a situation where society wouldn’t influence or even have to know about her, she felt a jolt of new found hope. The kinds of hope that she could use to mold her life the way she really wanted it. The dreams about glamour was just ones she often visited because of her misfortunes. But, with the circus being what it is, she never felt so fortunate in her entire life.

”380. . . 381. . . Ah— found it!”

Feeling triumphant in her search, she uses the key provided to unlock the door, a growing smile spreading across her lips as she slowly pushes it open. “I’m coming in now. . “ she whispers softly into the empty cottage as she slowly peeks inside. For the most part, everything seemed simple, but clean. Clearly whomever left last tidied up, seeing how there were a few personal items that laid on the counter and table tops. I wonder what they’re like. A thought that crosses her mind as she slowly takes everything in, the door shutting silently behind her. She had to admit, the place was a little shabby compared to the home she had fled from, but it felt. . . right being here rather there. Tugging along the two bags she had managed to bring along, she begins to peek behind the four secret doors before her. Picking the door closest to where the kitchen leads off, she pushes the door open. “Oh. . this is the bathroom.” Wandering inside for a brief moment, she examines every little nook and cranny of the porcelain room. She turned the knobs of the sink and tub checking to see the water run. She examined the toilet making sure everything was working well. She smiled at the fact that there was a new roll of toilet paper hanging on the wall nearby. Everything seemed to check out to her approval, so she moves on to the next door.

Moving right along to the door adjacent from the bathroom, she knocks softly to see if there was any life behind the door. Upon the lack of a response, she slowly turns the knob, finding it unlocked. “I’m coming inside. .” she whispers softly as she reveals the bedroom behind the door as she pushes it open slightly. “Oh my. . .” The room was nothing like the rest of the little cottage so far. It was a disaster. Clothes were tossed around on the floor and the little furniture. There were crumpled balls of paper and other various kinds of debris that covered the floor. The trash bin was overflowing with garbage, and the bed was terribly unkempt with a video camera sitting in the middle of the chaos. Not paying much mind to the contents of the scattered clothing and noting that most of the mess obviously belonged to a male, Jinri slowly enters the room anyways as instinct took over any rational thinking. “Oh my. . . this really is a problem. How could anyone live like this?”

Things like cleaning and house chores were Jinri’s specialty. She could do it rather fast, most likely thanks to living with Seunghyun and tinkering around with him as they cleaned their little space they had once lived in before the cirque. Speed just came naturally when your living companion could move faster than any human. And since Jinri didn’t mind cleaning for Seunghyun and did it rather frequently, she unconsciously began to start cleaning the small room. Finding a laundry bag underneath the mess of clothes, she begins to stuff everything that was on the floor inside considering that it must have been dirty since it wasn’t put away. She quickly cleared the room of any garbage on the floors and in the toppling trash bin. She was quick to make the bed, removing the camera carefully before doing so, then replacing it right back to its respective place in the center of the bed. “I wonder where and how they do the laundry here. . .” Looking at the full bag of dirtied clothes, she pondered for a second on how she could clean them. But, not looking forward to getting lost just to do the simple task, she leaves it alone and nods at her quick work. “I hope they wouldn’t mind. . . would they get mad?” The thought lingers in her mind for only a brief second before she decided that all the work had distracted her from what she was originally doing. Setting up her own room.

After leaving the now clean room of the unknown roommate she has yet to see, she moves on to the door right next to the one she had just exited.

”Oh—”

To Jinri’s surprise, the room was completely empty. The bedspread was bare, so the search for sheets and bedding was one she would have to do when the circus left the island next. Everything though was to her liking as she never really had a room of her own. Back when she was with her adoptive family, she shared a room with the families elder. She was a rather nice lady, but Jinri’s definition of nice usually meant that people didn’t speak ill of her while she was around. The elderly roommate kept quiet whenever Jinri was near, so conversation never happened. Most of the time, Jinri would have to take care of her while the family did whatever else. She was the closest thing to a grandmother Jinri ever had, even though she wasn’t very responsive to the girl. Shaking the thoughts of her past as she puts her bags down on the bare bed, she begins unloading all she has as she looks around for certain materials. “Ah! Here it is.” Retrieving a plastic grocery bag, she unties the knot that had been fixated to keep the contents from spilling into the rest of her belongings. “I think I’ll take a shower before unpacking. . . sounds like a good plan to me.” Dumping out the contents, newly purchased shampoos and body wash spills onto the bed. Digging back into her bag, she retrieves a fresh white towel to wrap her body in for when she finishes.

Quick to undress and fixate herself within her purple bathrobe, she hears a clicking of the front door before she steps out. “Oh. . . it looks like they’re back.” Ignorant to the gender of her roommate, Jinri puts her trust in walking out to a smiling face of another female. “I hope they don’t mind me taking a shower right now.” Biting her lip as she heads out of her room with her toiletries, she pushes the door open with a smile as she greets the other. “It’s nice to meet you! I just got in not to long ago and-” Stopping in mid sentence as she realizes that the person she had approached was not what she was expecting in the least. Oh crap. . . Her cheeks immediately begun to radiate heat as the flushing scarlet color burns them. Without another word, she quickly retreats back into her room, embarrassment consuming her thoughts as she had realized she had just run into one of the most gorgeous men she has ever seen.

Crap.

[cirque-victoria]

Ignorant Illusions & Melodramatic Mouths || Ren & Victoria (ft. Nichkhun)

Victoria rolled her eyes as she sat down on the bar stool, already beginning to drum her fingers along the wooden surface as she looked at the menu and waited for the bartender to appear. Keeping her arms close to herself, she shied away from the people to the left of her, glaring at them as they rattled on and laughed obnoxiously. At least in this spot she was safe from the large swarm of people on the dance floor that just couldn't seem to be separated. The journey into the club and to the bar had been filled with more than enough contact for one night, and at least in the one corner she had found herself in, she could hopefully enjoy her break without anyone disturbing her. She figured that as long as she continued to glare no one would try to talk or hit on her, and, if she was lucky enough, the group of people to her left would get creeped out and migrate.

Typically you could never find Victoria in such a loud and over-populated place, but when she first heard of the cirque's ditch day, she immediately decided to needed to go. Recently the circus was beginning to feel too small for her, and all she saw where the same people in virtually the same setting, no matter how often they moved. Sure, she never actually talked to most of the members of the cirque, but she still saw their same faces every day, saw the surrounding trees of whatever area they were located in, and every night performed the same duties to a bunch of people who acted virtually the same. She needed a change, just something different, even if it was just for one night. And this club, no matter how far from the normal it was for her, provided just that opportunity.

Finally, the bartender appeared across from Victoria, leaning in to hear what she wanted to order. "Raspberry non alcoholic cocktail," she stated, rolling her eyes at the look of confusion that showed in the bartender's expression. He asked her to repeat her order, his Korean very poorly spoken and with a strange accent. "...Great, doesn't even speak Korean. Of course," she mumbled, before raising her voice for him. "Raspberry non alcoholic cocktail!" She repeated, and luckily the man seemed to understand that time. He quickly left to prepare her drink, or at least, what he thought she had ordered.

He reappeared a few moments later, handing the blonde her raspberry cocktail before leaving to serve another customer. Spinning around in her stool so she could watch the people dance, Victoria rested her back against the wooden bar and sipped her drink. Within a short period of time she found herself calling the bartender over and requesting a refill, which he was very prompt in giving.

Less than a hour later she was starting on her fourth drink, and was beginning to feel quite strange. She felt far more relaxed than normal, and as she watched the people dance, she felt the urge to join in the dancing and ridiculous laughing. An odd tingling sensation was spreading in her head, and, having never been even remotely drunk before, she had no idea what was happening. All the blonde knew was that everything had suddenly gotten ten times more exciting and tempting, and she would be a liar if she said she didn't want to simply get up and begin dancing like she had no cares. As one woman nearly fell in the middle of a spin, Victoria couldn't help but giggle, her senses beginning to leave her as she began moving in her seat to the music.