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[fcxsaint]

CHARACTER LOCATION UPDATE;

due to the mini event, and Junsu being in the City Hall, any of the following role plays plotted will either have to be in the city or after tense. But, right now, I'm on lock down for threads till I finish some! Scripts, maybe.

c r y 

but, luv u guys

[fcxsora]

A Saint's Modern Medicine `Sora&Saint

It may have been against the rules, but sometimes Sora simply couldn’t help herself. And maybe it didn’t help that she was used to being able to get her way all the time. She was, after all, a princess. No one said no to the crown princess. And the destruction of the war torn streets of Sora begged for her to explore. She wanted to find those she might be able to help, if it was only to comfort them out of this world. It was a silly wish, but Sora had learned to love her subjects. And she would, until her dying day, consider every Korean citizen her subject and she would love them all. She hated seeing war ravage her country and to lay ruin to so many innocent lives.

She didn’t know what she was expecting to see on the streets of Busan, but it wasn’t this. A woman, no older than twenty-five, was laying in the street in a pool of her own blood. She was clutching a gaping wound in her stomach, crying silently as she tried to stop the pain. She knew she wouldn’t survive, as did Sora. But it didn’t stop the young girl from running up to her and cradling the blood soaked woman in her arms, resting her head on her lap. Gently she pulled the woman’s hands from her stomach. “Shh, touching it will only make it hurt more. Look at me, look at me and forget your pain,” Forgetting, for now, that she was supposed to be keeping a low profile. She wasn’t supposed to leave the school during the week, and the government was not particularly friends with the mutant community.

The familiar sound of a gun clicking. A sound, you would think, she would never come to know. But, her adventures outside of the campus grounds had given her a familiarity with and object she wished she had never encountered. Sora closed her eyes slowly, wondering why there was a gun pointed at her. “Miss, step away from that woman. She is a thief and has received her sentence.” An anger built up inside of Sora as he spoke. An emotion she could easily control normally, she found boiling over right now.

“She is hurt and dying and I do not believe there should be anything wrong with comforting the dying in their last minutes,” She small girl snapped, turning her body just enough to see the gun trained on her. There were three of them, all men in uniform. Only one had his gun out, but all three were carrying. “Moreover, who decided her fate? You? It is a harsh fate for a thief who likely was starving. I will comfort her and when I am done, then I will leave. So, you three may leave me now,” She commanded, forgetting that she no longer had any place of authority.

The man fired a shot, the bullet connecting with Sora’s left arm. She let out a scream of agony, her right hand flying to cradle her bleeding wound. “I will not repeat myself woman. Leave or suffer the same fate,” Sora glared at him through watery eyes, prepared to stand her ground when she heard the woman in her lap croak out a few words. “Leave child. You have done me a greater good than I deserve. I have made peace with myself,” Sora glanced down at her, just in time to watching the life leave her body. Gently, Sora stood up, resting the woman’s head on the street. Tears of pain and anger ran down her face before spitting towards the men and heading on her way. She would need to treat herself before the injury got too bad.

Sora had an innate distrust for doctors and their modern medicinal practices, having her own theories on how injuries should be taken care of. So when she found her way back on campus and a student saw her blood soaked sleeve, she was indignant at the idea of going to a hospital. She brushed off the student, saying it was no big deal. She found her way back to her room where she performed a variety of her own practices.

At first, these posed no big threat to her health. But as the days wore on, the wound didn’t heal. Sora had never managed to pull the bullet out of her skin and soon wound was badly infected. For awhile she tried to hide it, wrapping it under clothes and pulling long sleeves over the problem. But before long, she had grown very ill from the wound. Somebody, fearing the life of their friend, suggested one of the students on campus they heard about. His mutation allowed him to heal others, they said. And despite Sora’s oppositions, she was forcibly taken to his room. It was, at least, better than a doctor. She slumped against the wooden door, knocking with all the strength she could muster.

[xfcxjackson]

◄ afterglow.

Crisp air filled his lungs and set his nerves alight – because even though winter was increasingly losing its hold, nights and evenings continued to reflect what once was its unforgiving wrath, before allowing spring to set into a full swing. But, at least, no longer were landscapes painted with frost, and he could plant a foot against pavement without the conscious fear of slipping.

Earbuds plugged in, hoodie pulled up, and his surroundings are subsequently muted. It’s the first time in months that he’s able to do this, jogging outside along pathways that found themselves even in the most obscure areas of campus – places that he didn’t know even existed. Intervals were illuminated by the occasional lamp post, a yellow glow against a not yet black pitched skyline. He could still spot the school buildings in the distance without any aid, despite the fresh appearance of the moon.

This, was easily his favorite time of day.

Things started to hum in a relative atmosphere and adopt fuzzy halos, muddled outlines before everything would finally fade into mutual longings for sleep. A place rocked by tragedy, injected with paranoia – everything, ultimately, deserved its rest. Nothing but the sound of his sneakers hitting concrete, breath coming out in destroyed wisps of steam, music playing loudly within his ears, now came to his senses.

Things were getting hot, and Jackson tells himself to cool down. Breathe – good strength and focus training as he spreads a chill from within his core and through his limbs, fingers tingling with adjustment. He weaves through the few students occupying the same path, grass spongy beneath his feet, getting further away from the main campus and into a parting of trees. 

He realizes that it's darker than before; it's only moments before he runs into someone.

Damn. His hands feel dirty and his knees are wet, but it’s the least of his worries. He feels foggy and he feels like shit – he looks up to find a remotely familiar face.

“Hyung?”

[fcxsaint]

┌Tracker - 3/11/2014 ┘

o w e d ;

you and I [ Yooara ] 

stumble [ Jieun ] - event !

dreams for sale [ Changmin ] - event !

w a i t i n g ;

colors of the wind [ Eunji ]

lesson number one [ Mai ]

cleaner [ Jaejoong ] - event !

boom headshot [ Yongguk ] - event !

let it go [ Leo ] 

cooking accident [ Sera ] - event !

s t a r t i n g ;

Riolu

p l o t t i n g ;

Daehyun

Bora

Jaebeom

Sora

Tiffany

James

Jackson

n o t e s ;

I can probably take two more event para's, depending on everyone's reply speed. Now hoping on replies. Since everyone is stopping the normal replies, I'll do the same for the event. If anything is wrong, or I owe anything, etc, just comment on here.

[fcxryusera]

Cooking Accident || Junsu & Sera

Sera had rarely felt more stupid than she did right at this moment.  She had been in her dorm,using the small kitchenette that was inside, trying to make some food.  She had cut up some chicken and some vegetables in order to try to make a chicken stir-fry.  Despite not being the best cook, she enjoyed challenging herself from time to time with things and this was one of them.  

Things were going pretty uneventful to start, until she got to the carrots.  She always misjudged how hard the uncooked carrots were and her knife slipped, slicing into her hand.  Uttering a curse under her breath, she quickly washed it off in the sink, but the cut was deeper than she probably could handle on her own.  She grabbed a clean towel from her room, wrapping her hand in it before heading out to see if she could find the nurse.  

Going from the girl's dorm to the main building, she started heading that way when she spotted Junsu.  She had never actually seen him use his ability, but she had heard that he healed people, so she figured she might as well ask him if he'd assist her. 

"Junsu, I was wondering if you could help me with something?" she asked, holding up the towelled hand.

[xfc-krp]

[ In the seed of doubt! plot, if you are chosen, do you place this infection in a current roleplay or a new one? And if a new one, do you allow your partner to know you are infected? ]

It must be a new roleplay, and you cannot tell your partner that your character is infected ! Hence, we encourage the members to create red herrings—I mean, roleplay with as many participants as possible to maximize the fun. Isn’t it better not knowing?