Sep 14, 2014
Ｆｒｅｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙｅｄ
Lee Hyori, Soloist [ x ]
Song Ji Hyo, Actress [ x ]
Yoo In Na, Actress [ x ]
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Ｆｒｅｅ ｔｏ ｂｅ Ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙｅｄ
Lee Hyori, Soloist [ x ]
Song Ji Hyo, Actress [ x ]
Yoo In Na, Actress [ x ]
Dear future me,
Dear future me,
Any events that you come across to, you can endure it like you usually do beforehand. Don't fall apart, don't break under the pressure that you unintentionally put on yourself. Tomorrow continues to come around and you're still awake without feeling the need of the nightmares coming around to haunt you so suddenly. Remember that happiness is a temporary emotion that needs to be appreciated when it's given before it slips out of the spaces between your fingers from time to time. One day you'll be content with life. One day you'll learn that the choices you made weren't mistakes and but they were a lesson for you to learn and look back on. Keep yourself properly composed. The way your loved ones want you to be. So you'll grow old and healthy, having the proper house of your dreams and the family that you constantly bragged about in the past with others.
Future self, you'll still be around to see this in a couple of years.
♡ Son Naeun.
( text ) : please make the clown in the corner stop judging me. i mean he’s the one with paint on his face. i don’t need him judge judying me.
[ sms ]: Σ(ﾟﾛﾟ｣)｣
[ sms ]: you are testing me.
[ sms ]: i will not break. or cry. but -- clowns. noona, pls.
Hyori blinked quickly at the few other texts that popped up, distracting her from the movie she'd settled on as well and here she thought it would end with her last ones, [ text - unknown ] Why is this still going on? I don't really care or think about that, you die, you just die. [ text - unknown ] Right, bet you somehow can see and talk to ghosts too.
A sigh passed pink lips at that, his head shaking in both annoyance and disapproval. Spilling information about his roots and his abilities was something he usually refrained from. Most humans did not understand, and if they understood, it was all the more dangerous. However, that didn't take away the fact that Baekhyun loved teasing people a bit. He could push the subject without revealing his true nature, and who'd ever guess the truth?
[text to ⇝ unknown] Sounds pretty boring. You die, you're gone, huh?
[text to ⇝ unknown] Perhaps that is a better reality to hold onto indeed. The Underworld isn't exactly what people expect Heaven to be like.
[ text - unknown ] Says who, Mister I should probably go see a therapist if I believe the underworld exists? [ text - unknown ] eh--it was a wrong number anyway sorry about that. [ unsent text - unknown: weirdo ]
[text to ⇝ unknown] That's not my name, I am guessing you dialed a wrong number indeed.
[text to ⇝ unknown] And where else do you think the souls of dead people go? Do you rather have them floating around in your room? I could arrange that, if you wish.
[Text] Saw VII or Paranormal Activity 4?
[text to ⇝ unknown] Wanna see real horror? Visit the Underworld. Those movies suck.
"You look like shit. Is that the style now?" [ sends one even though I owe you a starter sh ]
Min Young normally didn't make a big deal about her appearance, she'd been getting called plain for two decades, long enough for her to stop caring about it. However, this morning had been especially hectic and the brunette barely had any time to put on makeup or iron her currently wrinkly button down. Worst of all, Min Young's coffee was nowhere to be found, a telltale sign to simply avoid her like the plague until after lunch,
But, it seemed no one had bothered to inform Miss International Agent.
"You look like shit, is that the style now?" Nicole teased from her desk, eyeing Min Young over multiple times. "What happened, to Miss Stiff, hm?"" The elder laughed, arms crossing over her chest. On most days, Min Young would have some type of jab to send back at the elder, but she honestly wanted nothing more than to take a nap until a decent time of day. Maybe two in the afternoon.
"She woke up late. Now shut up before I find hot coffee to pour on you." She groaned, rubbing her own now aching headache and shuffling to her desk, every worker she passed giving the detective a wide berth.
"Hello?"
Send me a "Hello?" and my character will phone yours because... [ x ] 17. They have a computer question.
"Oh no— oh no, not this again!" Woobin groaned in agony as his laptop’s screen switched from his normal desktop view to the blue screen of death.
Slouching in his seat out of despair he couldn’t believe what just occurred. Of course something like this would happen just as he was working on a very important case file. Letting out a heavy sigh, he just silently prayed to the computer gods that all of his hard his work was miraculously saved or, at the very least, he could recover some parts of it.
Restarting his computer with the attempt to reboot the system oh his own, he made an attempt to fix his computer but with no such luck. No matter what he did, a systems error message kept on popping up on the screen. Sighing for the second time, he decided that it was time to call an expert.
Searching through his piles of books for the manual, he quickly flipped through the pages to find the customer support number. Hopefully the technical support team would succeed where he has failed. Quickly dialing the number, he waited impatiently as the phone rang.
‘Hello?’
"Hello! I need some computer help."