#fcxminho

[fcxnarratus]

spectre *

ii. i'm in the dark, you're in the light, but it's a walk in the park --

hayi was unsure of what exactly happened. she found herself in her normal clothes, but her feet were bare, and she couldn't touch the ground.

perhaps she was dead.

it was safe to assume so, as she could not touch anyone, only objects (except for the floor). no one could see her, either. the dark was comforting -- it let her wallow in her loneliness and self-pity. the light seemed to strip her of all her secrets' protection; it opened everything up.

and in a way, it was also comforting. 

she was reminded of her school, and the radiant one struck her mind. if it was light she sought, then it was the perfect opportunity to do so!

her feet took her to the school -- floating was fun, but the sensation of earth beneath her toes was missed by hayi very much already. also, what were feet without shoes?

the school's laboratory was close now, and she slips in, looking at the room's interior once more. a tear slipped past her cheek. what a shame -- dying without knowing why or how.

soon enough, the professor appeared, earphones plugged in as he listened to some tunes. the room brightened up once he stepped inside, which alleviated hayi's worries. she watches him still, basking in the light in the process. her feet lift up higher, she notices, then she takes a pen from somewhere in the room unnoticed, scribbling on a piece of parchment on the farther table.

thanks. -hayi

whether her teacher was able to read it or not, she didn't know. she was lifted by the wind, carried away to the paradise she never knew existed.

[fcxnarratus]

Fear & Spectre :)

i. when the clowns come out to play, hayi goes inside to stay.

hayi was 7 when the horrible thing happened. kidnappers were still on the large, stealing away kids that were not in their parents’ line of sight.

that was not the case with hayi — in fact, her parents were focused on her, as it was her birthday party. 

there was a peculiar clown in that party; one that does tricks of all sorts. hayi was the volunteer, as she loved magical tricks, despite the fact that she knew they were fake. “step up, young miss, on the platform, and you’ll be taken to the land of your dreams.”

on the contrary, she was taken to a shitty apartment, her body covered in bruises and ropes. “stupid clown. stupid tricks.” her eyes watered, and after a few seconds, the door opens, and a bright light floods in —

"mom? dad?" hayi was shaking in fear and anguish, unable to realize that it was indeed a bad dream — a flashback — without her dream journal beside her. the light dims a bit, and she sees her dormmate and a teacher looking at her worriedly. "are you alright, hayi?" 

her eyes were still pouring torrents of saltwater as she sniffled and desperately tried to get oxygen in her system. her dormmate cautiously goes out, a sad smile on her face, “stay strong!”

hayi was confused. “was it a dream?” she forgot all about honorifics and all things of the sort as she looked at her teacher helplessly, watching as he takes a seat beside her.

"yes. it was nothing other that a dream. you’re alright." he pats hayi’s back into comfort, lulling her into a state of peace and calm.

she only remembers the faint smell of soap and fresh cloth before she fell asleep.

[fcxnarratus]

[ ooc ♡ ]

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I can't post my replies today!! My CPU's power supply broke down, and as much as I want this to be an excuse, it's not. ((My precious bby is broken gdi!!!!!)) Hopefully, I can stop by the computer repair shop thingy tomorrow and get the parts I need (since the thing is broken). Thank you for your underatanding...? Ehe. (Posting with a phone s u c k s)

[xfc-krp]

Is there a set of rules for the school that includes things such as a curfew, dress code, and the like?

The dress code is fairly lax, with no uniforms being required as they may interfere with the more physical mutations.

A curfew is in place, for 11:30pm (9:30pm for underaged students) though more students ignore this, to be honest.

Drinking is not allowed by students on the school grounds (another ignored rule).

Fighting outside of the training/danger room is not allowed and will result in immediate punishment.

Male and female “sleepovers” are also frowned upon (though it’s not like anyone catches them) !

[fcxnarratus]

diēs caniculārēs // dog days

   Despite the afternoon shadow and the hot temperature, the school was still doused in a lively chatter. It seemed as if Hayi was the only one who didn't know what the actual hell was happening. (Hey, she didn't wanna use her abilities for something as petty as this.)    She was trying to look for the reception room -- the map was unnoticed in her backpack's front pocket. After all, she wanted to explore the school while doing so; it's just that the heat was getting in the way.    "The sun is trying to fry me," Hayi decided as she takes another swig of her newly-acquired Pepsi. Her suitcase was already in her room, and her kitten, Kei, was simply walking by her side. It didn't stray away much, as it only goes away when Mother Nature calls her. (When she has to poop. Or pee. The cat's a girl.)    The canned drink was running low, and Hayi found herself going inside a random room inside the campus -- it wasn't the reception room, no, but there were many fascinating things inside. Bottles with substances of all sorts inside were found in the room, and she could only figure that it was where the school's chemicals were stored. Hayi didn't dare touch anything, though, as trouble is to be avoided at the first day of school.    She walks out of the room slowly, sitting comfortably on a nearby indoor bench, with the kitten beside her, giving an occasional purr.     She'd just wait for a student (or a staff member) and ask for help. It was too hot to walk around anyway.

[fcxminhyuk]

kemosabe,

even though he was part spider, essentially, minhyuk hated spiders. they just were terrifying little bugs that scurried across floors and hid in corners of rooms, planning some sort of destruction ritual to kill people in their sleep --

the faults that came with being related to them amounted all to the fact that they were attracted to him. he guessed the share of dna lead them to think that he was one of their own, in some hopes of starting a master spider takeover plan -- minhyuk hated to wake up only to be greeted by a spider on his pillow and another making a web in a corner of his room.

he tended to just ignore them, let them be and if the situation got out of hand, he'd move them out-- simple as that. but as time slipped by, minhyuk didn't notice them as much, so when he wakes up to find one crawling up his arm he yells out and decides that enough was enough.

it's early morning, so someone ought to be awake to help him with the situation; he quickly dresses before he steps out of his dorm room and to the room across from his, knocking on it clumsily. "uh, hello?" he calls out through the door. "i need some help, there's a situation in my room--"

[fcxsora]

Of Princes and Stalkers `Sora&Minho

As far as days went, today was as normal as they came for Sora. Granted, it may seem strange to other people, the ways the young mutant spent her time in this somewhat foreign era. She had been here for a short few weeks, about three she approximated. And though she had just started to pick up on some of the culture and commonalities of the period, she was far from an expert.

But that wouldn’t stop her from becoming one.

Sora had taken to sneaking around campus, notebook and pen in hand, and following specific people around. She would jot down everything they said and did in the most meticulous of fashions. Her subjects were, for the most part, completely random. If someone caught her eye and looking particularly well liked and “normal” she would set out to follow them.

And Sora was convinced she was a great spy. She wasn’t.

Today, her target was a tall boy with that look more regal than any prince she had met. He looked popular and smart and from Sora could tell, he fit in very nicely. Most people fit in nicely and this made finding a research subject easy. Something about this one just attracted her attention in particular. She thought it was the princely appearance.