#fcxcobalt

[fcxjinri-blog]

{ * he’s significantly relieved when she does reply — though given the fact that he couldn’t think of anything in specific to reply back, he simply opts to take a picture and send it along with the emoticon }

{ txt } ༼•̀ɷ•́༽

( * her first response is to let out a mix between a snort and a scoff, and when laughter--almost embarrassed in nature, but genuine all the same--bubbles in the back of her throat, she swallows it immediately.  guilt looms, the kind she can't let herself sink into; so instead, the girl idly zooms in and out of his face--his ridiculously nice face, one she misses with the rest of the school and the pretence of normality it holds--don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry--before replying ) 

( txt ) visual assault is a heinous crime ༼๑`ȏ´๑༽

[fcxjinri-blog]

{ txt } jinri?

( * she’d felt it, the vibrating pulse of her phone, clenched all too tightly in cold fingers.  but time is strange, skipping and slowing and bizarre intervals for those haunted in wake, haunted in sleep; dully, she realises she probably should’ve sooner.  oops ) … ( * squints, searching ) 

( txt ) that’s me ༼•̀ɷ•́༽

[fcxhyuna]

watch the people go by `cobalt

For hyuna, it was just another ordinary day at the coffee shop. With her long black locks tied behind her, her apron tied around her waist and a smile plastered on her face, she worked. And when hyuna worked, it was for long hours. It was amazing hyuna found any time to sleep, between spending all day at the shop and all night either drinking or tracking. But she managed comfortably, finding she didn’t need many hours of sleep to function perfectly. She was fortunate in this way. Three to four hours was all she needed and she was off.

The heat of the day did nothing to deter customers from piling into the tiny shop to get their iced coffees and pastries to curb their mid-morning hunger. A common stop for many on their way to work, La Fleur was busy from the time it opened to the time it closed. Hyuna found that customers particularly enjoyed the open feel the shop had due to all the windows. Sitting on the third floor of some larger building, it actually offered a nice view of the city, making it a popular choice amongst both Koreans and foreigners. The tables closest to the window were especially popular.

Hyuna had learned all this through all the years she had worked there by just people watching. She found that as much as she despised other people, that she enjoyed watching them. Watching them blunder and mess up, and learning about commonalities certain types of people all shared. It helped her win people over and to predict the actions of those she tracked. She found that people were so very predictable.

[fcxjinri-blog]

— wide awake

jinri practically tears her blankets away from her laying form, slipping out of the bed with quick feet and drinking in the sites of the unfamiliar room with narrowed, scrutinising eyes.  

where am i? 

she is well aware of the fact that her current location was a dorm room, one that held another occupant--a dormant body in the bed a less than a few metres from her own (???), but it was entirely different from the ones she had been staying in until now; this is what utterly perplexed her.

"wonshik?" the woman murmurs, voice both small and apprehensive.  the shoulder's of the person were undoubtedly too small to belong to the man she had mentioned, but foolishly, childishly, she had hoped for a response that would've indicated familiarity.  maybe even comfort.  

the brunette is quick to dismiss her thoughts--survival on her mind--exiting the room with one last backwards glance; she doesn't know if she should be disappointed by the fact that the face--though nameless--was familiar or not, for the sight provides her with nothing.  

taking hurried steps down the dormitory halls, jinri attempts to gather her thoughts.  from what she could last remember, the school had flushed and shook itself out, yet now, everything looked not only dry and in one piece, but different.  completely different.  

running a hand through her hair frustratedly, a pulse of cool realisation shoots from her fingertips to her self's central--what had happened to her hair?  fingers attempt to clutch and lengths that were no longer there, her right hand rests momentarily on her now bare forehead.  she was no longer wearing her uniform either.  even she herself was different, utterly and completely different.

what does this mean?

...

ah, whatever.  she rolls her shoulders before beginning to jog out of the dorm, legs extending to break into a run the moment she reaches the outside.  jinri didn't know when things would really start, but had already decided that she'd rather be in a group of large people when they did--being alone could mean her blood on the ground this time; and frankly, if a fucked up flood and earthquake had been a prelude to the events, she didn't want to imagine what was surely coming next.  

running, running, running--why was everything so different?!--the woman opts to take a sharp turn, hoping to reach a more common area.

instead, what she's greeted by is a static chest and the pain of collision.

[fcxjinri-blog]

{ * another good minute or two pause, undoubtedly his princess needed some time to process } { txt } over dinner?

( *more?  there was more?  if she wasn’t so swayed, she’d be able to appreciate how nice it was to freak out over something so mundane, but in the world of flustered thoughts and hesitance, such gratitude was no where to be found.  just frustration. ) cool.  i have to be cool.  ice cold. ( *!!! ) 

( *fingers hover over her keyboard, brows furrow as she remembers something )

( txt ) ahn jaehun….. ( txt ) ….. since you seem to have been eating out of an anthology or something, sure ( ｡･_･｡)人(｡･_･｡ )

 ( *she was about as cool as freshly brewed tea, even without the betrayals of her honest face. tosses her phone back down at her bed as if it was searing hot, resuming her previous position because honestly ahn jaehun--what the heck. ) 

[fcxaphorism]

hello, my name is 「 ahn jaehun 」 and my chosen word is 「 manipulation 」!

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your forehead as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of thermal manipulation, and must follow the guidelines below :

must have a preexisting source of temperature change nearby for use (i.e. a refrigerator, air conditioning, a heater, hot breath of a nearing monster).

may not freeze or burn target (form literal ice or flames).

not fully immune to own ability.

[fcxjinri-blog]

— ride on

( *smiles faintly at the repetition of her words. though it's a tad embarrassing--leaning against jaehun's bare back--she does it anyways, draping her arms over the male's shoulders.  it's been a good long while since she's gotten a piggyback ride, a fact she acknowledges with quiet, drunken delight.  for a moment, she hesitates before shifting to rest her face on her arm.  it's when she becomes aware of her eyes--which rest on the fine features of his face--that jinri becomes aware of the absolute proximity they shared.  as if the skin to cloth contact wasn't enough.  she shifts again. ) heavy? ( * without really realising it, she hopes the answer is no; not only did ahn jaehun smell good, look good, consist of a variety of 'goods,' but increasingly, without her notice, she began to honestly enjoy the boy's presence.  it was nice, almost the kind of nice depressants showed her, something to be appreciated )