Character in general: Krystal is my bias- Squeals. I used to role play her once, actually.
How they play them: Uhm, I haven’t actually gotten a chance to witness that, considering the fact that I’ve been gone and we barely got on to doing a para, but from what I see— She’s pretty normal? She seems average, no different from a mortal really.
The Mun: I don’t think mun likes me- Last time we plotted we were having a difficult time.
Do I:
RP with them: Yes. Want to RP with them: Already am.
What is my;
Overall Opinion: I think you role play her well, I do enjoy your writing also which is an A+.
Tips to deal with a medical student. Rule 02: Each week they will have a new illness. Some will be extremely rare, others will be more mundane. Doesn’t matter. They will be certain they have it (no second opinions necessary.) ...
It was the beginning of March, usually the time where people were starting to bury the long coats inside their wardrobe and take out the light fabric perfectly fitting for the upcoming spring weather, everyone but a medical student. Jihyun made her way inside the Foam Bubbles Café in such a rush that was a surprise she didn’t tripped on her high heels before sitting close to the counter.
Her heavy breathe and the thin layer of sweat covering her forehead could had hinted a long work out session, but the heels, the high-waisted shot jeans and the thin, almost transparent fabric of her button-up blouse that the red-haired quickly started to unbuttoning, proved the first impression wrong.
“Unnie!” The younger red-haired yelped in surprise and concern at the sight of the other as soon as she turned around, an eyebrow rising as she quickly gazed the clock at the wall. It was almost eight in the morning, why wasn’t the other in classes? “Free first period again?”
Jihyun greeted the younger with a small smile, leaning forward to steal the ice cubs from the pot Soojung was carrying before slide them through her skin of her neck, trembling slightly at the temperature contrast as she left out a sigh of relief. The medical student felt like she was on fire, literally, there was no way in the world it could be that hot once spring hadn’t even come!
“No, I left earlier, I couldn’t concentrate.” The older replied as she took a menu with her free hand to use it as a fan. “I’m so hot.” She muttered, closing her eyes in a childish manner to hope the extraordinary burning sensation would leave her body.
“Apparently, they agree with you.” Soojung narrowed her eyes, placing the pot down on the counter to wave the tray she was holding around as if she was threatening throwing it at the males in the café that insisted in bend their heads around to catch a glimpse of her unnie.
“I’m serious, sweetie! I feel like I’m going to melt.” The petite one stated, shifting herself in the seat so her back would face the males as the crimson color made Jihyun’s already reddened cheeks more tainted. “Here.” Jihyun took the younger’s hand and quickly placed it on her jawline.
“Oh my God! Ji unnie, you’re burning!” The waitress exclaimed, quickly moved the tray to fan the medical student, tilting her head slightly. “Since when are you feeling like this? Shouldn’t you be going to the hospital?”
Jihyun shook her head in response, stubborn had always been her middle name and being a medical student only worsened the trail in anything related to the health field. “Since last night, but I thought it was only something wrong with the heater. Sweetie, can’t you hose me down or something?” Her voice sounded almost like a plead as she looked up to the younger fable.
“I might kill you with the water if I tried, Ji unnie, you’re so skinny right now that you might literally fly.” The concern on the other’s voice was clear, Jihyun had always been tiny, but the red-haired was worried that if the older lose any more of her weight she might as well disappear. “Have you been eating proprerly?”
The medical student didn’t hear the question once her mind was preoccupied in finding the reason to why her body seemed like had been stroked by a heat wave. It couldn’t possibly be menopause, she was still on her twenties and even so the biologic clock would have been more than 200 years late. Besides, as far as she was concerned witches didn’t enter in heat! With a heavy sigh, she re-analyzed the symptoms once again: Nervousness, Insomnia, sweating, trembling, weight loss and the sensation to be in a living hell all the time…
Her lips parted in a small ‘oh’ as her eyes widened in realization, Soojung that had already moved to the other side of the counter buried her face in between her hands, she knew that expression.
“What do you have this time, Ji unnie?” The mermaid asked with a heavy sigh, not exactly looking forward to hear another uncommon disease claimed by the other that could be easily explained with an actual trip to the hospital and a talk with a graduated doctor.
“It’s called Graves’ Disease, I really need to go ask my advisor about it!” Jihyun quickly hoped from the seat, placing a book on the counter for the other. “Could you please photocopy this for me? I might be under observation for a day or two and I have this exam coming up next Monday.” She gave the younger a soft smile, leaning forward to press a kiss at her cheek before storming out the café just as quickly as she had first entered it.
Hours later a very irritated Soojung, pressed her fingers to the nerve close to the bridge of her nose to scare away the headache, just like Jihyun had once taught her, the day in the café had been so busy and stressful that she couldn’t help not to be happy when they finally closed. Hazel eyes shifted down to the medical book on the counter, flipping the marked pages until one in special caught her eyes.
Symptoms:
Fatigue
Muscular weakness
Muscular pain
Irritability
Headaches.
“Oh no…” She whispered before quickly taking her phone out her pocket in order to deal her unnie’s number. “Unnie! Please, help me! I think I have Electrolyte Disorder.” The red-haired blunted out as soon as the other picked up the phone.
Rule 02: Med school can, and will, turn even the sanest into a hypochondriac. Stay around them for long enough, and you’ll become one too.
The youngest red-haired immediately stopped, high heels not even touching the ground as her head turned back to face the covered in white woman. “Yes, doctor?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, hands still holding the tray with used gauze, and some left-overs lints.
It was just once the patient left - jumping off the bed and waving the curtains that divided the different cubicles on the ER - just then the mermaid rested her feet on the ground, heaving out a sigh and stretching her lips in a quite tired smile. “Do you need something, unnie? I think I will go get some coffee.”
The petite doctor parted her lips to speak at the younger’s calling, delicate hands slowly taking off the medical gloves that helped to prevent any kind of infection to reach the patient’s wounds as she tended them. If there was something she had learned with the fable war was to trust her instincts and something felt terrible off for the red-haired that day, Jihyun needed a few seconds to formulate a proper explication to tell the other about the feeling overwhelming her heart to the point of leaving it heavy, but the doctor couldn’t describe her feeling into words.
“No, sweetie.” The red-haired finally gave up, shaking her head and offering the other an apologetic small smile. “I just feel like something is wrong, but perhaps it’s just because of how busy the day was.” Jihyun nodded, as to assure the younger she didn’t need to worry while clothing her hands with new gloves. “Yes, go grab yourself a nice cup of coffee, I will meet you at the cafeteria as soon as I’m done here, hm?” She offered the younger a soft smile before turning herself around to walk towards the last patient in the room in that afternoon. "Then we can go home together."
Put 'Claimed' in my ask box and I’ll use a number generator to decide what you get:
2. A steamy kiss
Taking another quick shot out of soju from the translucent green bottle was all that the rather short girl was concerned about. The party that continued behind her was none of her concern, nor was the tight black dress that was slowly creeping higher and higher up her pale skinned thighs. “You might want to calm down there." That was something that Jieun definitely did not want to hear. She wanted to hear a male’s voice, cooing her to spend a rugged night with them and this feminine voice was not that. Snapping her head, eyes squinted, forming a spiteful glare. She recognised the girl faintly, who wouldn’t recognise a girl with such unusually bright red hair. "What?" She spat out, returning back to the view of her growing number of bottles on the bar top, growing accustomed to it. It surprised the smaller girl to find the other sitting down and joining her in the most depressive activity you could possibly be involved in during a party. The air between the two fell to silence, the pumping sound of the music heavily drowning them both out so that they felt it wasn’t necessary for them to speak.
Several drinks in not a word had been spoken and by now Jieun was more than just tipsy. Blinking hard, her head bobbing up and down as she attempted to figure out what was ground and what was air. Murmuring several words of profanity under her breath, she bent down to rest her head against the cool surface. Turning her head towards her side, checking the status of her acquaintance, if she could even call her that. Lifting an eyebrow, she was surprised to find that the other was not quite in the same state. Raising her head slowly, careful not to move too quickly and give herself an ear splitting headache, Jieun place both of her arms onto the shoulders of the other and as a consequence of not being able even hold herself due to her drunkenness, she stumbled onto her, head leaning against her chest.
Jieun had dipped in and out of consciousness on an unknown journey. For her, it wasn’t long until she found a different roof over her head. It was darkly lit, no it was barely lit. The most she could see was the face in front of her. And just like that, she wrapped her arms around the stranger's neck, drawing the face towards her and pressed her lips against the other's, tongue licking their lower lip, asking kindly for entrance and when it hadn't happened, she bit harshly down on it to produce a quiet moan which enabled her to enter forcefully.
A part of me thinks it wasn't really my dream, but one stolen from the conscious of someone else's subconscious, simply because it made no sense to me. Foam lapped at the shore, beating and crashing against it and dragging away claws of gritty sand as it retracts with every pulse. From it's edge, a salty chill waved off of the water's surface, spraying me with it's familiar taste as the harsh wind tangled in my hair. Seagulls clacked loudly as they took turns diving down on the water, disappearing for moments before crashing back up and taking once more to the sky, a sheen of cold water flaying from the edges of their wings. It would have been a pretty sight, were it not for the ugly noises the birds made. The rest of the beach was still. I could not, at first, see anyone about us. Odd, for I expected boats to be on the horizons, but not a single sail stood out of the greyed water. There were no footprints trodden into the wet sand, and no people sprawled about the higher, dry sand banks. There were no people at all. I could only presume that it was because of the cold and relentless weather, but there was an eeriness to the beach that unmanned me. I began to walk slower along the shoreline, suspecting to fall upon a shipwreck. Instead, out of the banks, Spock came barging out, his bark quaking the stillness of the beach. Follow me! He was barking, and I realised in the muddled excitement of a dog's mind that he had found something. I broke into a clumsy run across the sand, my feet occasionally snagging on odd bits of white bark and sun-dried driftwood or seaweed, or even the waves themselves, constantly pushing and shoving at my feet yet I did not stray from the shoreline. I ran around the natural bend of the beach, crossing the scar that struck out the land to where her body was. It was feeble, and at first I stopped in frightful shock at the mass of deep red that surrounded her. I felt the dim spark of her life, however, and as my eyes adjusted to the sharp light of the sun I realised that it was her hair, billowing about the water's surface, like pouring blood. The next step I took towards her sent such a shrill pain through my body that I stopped again to cry out in anguish and beside me, Spock gave out a loud yelp of surprise. I tried again to run towards her, but every step felt as though my feet were shattering. I did not reach her: I suppose, if I were awake I would have passed out from such pain. Instead, as it was a dream, I awoke from it, the distant memory of the pain giving a phantom throb to the pads of my feet.
| Text to Soojung-ah | I fancy a Japanese Ginseng, but since I don’t really think the airport security will allow you to bring over, maybe any strawberry scented cosmetic? Or perhaps chocolates? It’s up to you, sweetie! I hope you have a great trip and fun there so enjoy it for me too! ♥
To the dear future me,It would seem that right now, the future is a hazy blur, and I know that it is neither fixed nor certain. The road wavers between lapping waves, twisting and turning on itself and never truly taking shape. I cannot know what is to become of me, but I cannot stop to wonder it, either. I have become too much like an animal, a fox that slinks through the city, my only thoughts directed to the now: what will I eat now? Where am I going now? What are my thoughts for now? With a nostalgic recollection I can remember what happened in the past, but I dare not dwell on it for too long, but my mind does not comprehend heavy thoughts towards the future, for nothing is set in stone. What will I eat tomorrow is a worry for tomorrow. If I make a decision now, it will only be altered. I do not know what will be here tomorrow nor what I will want for tomorrow, and that is the same for all questions I have towards the future. What I wish for myself in the future may not be attainable, may not even be desirable, by the time I am my future self. So future me, answer me this: what am I to become? Will I wither and fray, until there is no man left in these bones, but an animal - a man that lives as a dog, thinks as a dog, sleeps and eats and snarls like a dog? Will I forsake myself in this solitary lifestyle I have adopted? Or is there hope yet? Will I find who I am and who I was meant to be? Will my purpose be returned to me, and will I find others to love, to defend, to protect and to trust? These are the questions I can ask myself today, and expect them not to be answered tomorrow. ~Fitz
