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[rosaleexhr-blog]

( an open thread )

It’s 4 AM. Rosalee woke up like it was the real morning. Why? She didn’t know. One thing she knew is that she needed to do something. Hyperactive as she is, she needs to move. Rosalee can’t stay still. “So I guess this is morning...” she said to herself, out loud. She was alone in her small Ryeon apartment in Soryungdong. The 24 years old girl wanted to go outside. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea since the neighborhood was known to be complicated. What if she meets some gang of bad guys? Though it’s never happened before, the TV news van came quite often here with the police.But Rosalee didn’t care. Anyway, she wanted to move away from that neighborhood and maybe buy a house in the future. Also, what could happen to her? She thinks of herself as a badass girl that can defend herself. And she’s one that actually can.

She dressed up, make sure to pick up her gloves and a hat, and went outside. The Ryeon apartment was so quiet. People were still sleeping. Good for them. Outside in the cold, it was also quiet. Rosalee walked. She walked to the main street where there’s lights and some activities that was done. The bars and clubs were now closed. Taxis were all over the streets. Her hands in her coat’s pockets, music in her ears, she walked without knowing where she was going. It was quite boring actually. Should she go back home? Playing some videogames would keep her brain active in the same way, even maybe more. Ah, what to do? 

[hrsaeran-blog]

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Saeran’s nails railed along the frosted glass of the storefront, eyes slightly glazed over as their mind wandered somewhere far off. Going outside caused them immense stress, the anxiety of so many eyes being on their small form made skin itch and crawl, and it was all he could do not to scratch roughly at it each time he remembered that he was exposed.

Given, the streets were nowhere near as full at this time—what time was it? Maybe somewhere near midnight? Saeran couldn’t tell how long they’d been waiting for their supplier. Maybe they had gotten the dates wrong? That was totally possible given the way that their mind had been cluttered lately. The small, mint haired person couldn’t even tell you what day it was right then.

A huff as they leaned against the building, slender fingers bringing a cigarette up to their mouth, only to find that their lips were still covered by the material of the black mask they dawned when in public. It wasn’t just when “working” that they did this—no, the artist/dealer/layabout/asshole preferred to keep themselves particularly covered. Another sound of annoyance as they tugged the fabric beneath their chin. They gave a long drag and then exhaled. It calmed the churning in their stomach for only a moment.

It was when the smoke no longer clouded their made-up gaze that they realized a person stood before them, and at this very vulnerable state (god, did they hate being seen) it made their heart give a stutter.

“Ah—Fuck, I-I… sorry.” They struggled to get their quiet voice to function enough to acknowledge that they’d likely blown the smoke cloud right into this persons face without noticing.  

[hrxiaohvi-blog]

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Xiaohui sat down on the nearest bench, balancing a box of food in one hand and a drink in the other. “Okay, so I know that the whole purpose of this event is to let people show their talent, and I am looking forward to that, don’t get me wrong.” She took a sip of her drink then set it down next to her. “But I’m also really excited about the food trucks because this smells amazing.” She eagerly took a bite of her meal then paused, eyes half closed, to enjoy the flavor. After a moment, she opened them again and turned to her companion. “Yep. The taste is just as good as the smell. Try yours!”

[hrheiran-blog]

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   The sun had started its descent in the sky as Heiran made the final touches to her set up for performing. She dusted off her distressed dark wash jeans as she gets up from adjusting the knobs and settings for the bluetooth speakers on the sidewalk. By now, this routine was natural, as she started busking and performing after she moved to Hwaryung. A small group of people were gathering around her over the course of the next five minutes.

  “Mic check, one, two.” Heiran cleared her throat as she made sure her mic was working properly. That got the attention of the crowd and she introduced herself, coolly waving. The rapper gives a quick fire overview of the songs she’ll be performing and presses a remote to start the first song.

  Once she starts her performance, the female’s gaze becomes fierce and she carries herself with attitude. Her rapping voice is low, yet sharp, with a hint of huskiness.  As she switches to singing, she walks around her makeshift stage, sometimes dancing a little.

  After she finishes the last song, she bows and thanks the spectators for coming this night. As the crowd disperses, Heiran turns off her equipment and starts packing her things away when someone puts a hand on her shoulder. She turns around to see someone and smiles politely. “How can I help you?”

[hreunjae]

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An exasperated whine sounds through the room as Eun-Jae buries his hands in his cotton candy hair. Though he isn’t usually one for dramatics or showing that he is struggling with his school work, the test he is currently trying to study for really makes him just want to give up and cry. He hasn’t even had time to play with his dog for the past week and despite already having been studying for hours, he still feels like he isn’t anywhere near ready.

And, yes, maybe he’s had too much coffee in an attempt to keep himself alert and awake, which doesn’t do wonders on his emotional state, but all he can worry about is his grades right now.

“Why can’t I just suddenly be some genius and already know all of this or, like, just have to read things once and be able to remember them?” He complains, shifting in his seat and feeling his stiff body protesting at the movement. "I wanna have that superpower."

[hrxahreum]

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 Ahreum heads down to subway after the morning yoga lesson she had. She didn't take the late morning appointments since she was new in town. Having taken the earliest class, she was hungry by the time she finished. After a hearty bite of her sandwiches, she was ready to head back home and call it a day. Getting a text from one of the yoga instructors, Ahreum was flustered to learn that she was being asked if she can take over the aerial yoga class. 

She just ate! Aerial yoga after a subway sandwich? Good luck. Ahreum groans as she sends a quick reply. Fine, she'll take over that class. Just this once since she's the new girl in town and she needs to get along with her co-workers. She can't be her heiress self of a brat. No one knows that here so better keep it well hidden in Pandora's box. 

Just as she was heading out of the store, she receives a call. Holding her drink at hand, she was ready to head back to the building which was just a block away. Picking up the call, she does a small power walk, not having noticed the person behind her. Ahreum turns to avoid the crowd, spilling her fresh brewed iced tea at the person behind her. “Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

[rosaleexhr-blog]

is it yours?

Rosalee was wandering in the streets near her job as she she finished her shift. Her day was long, without anything special. Lots of meetings, nothing personal to say. A boring day that was there just to make her dream about a new mobile game project. Everybody knows Rosalee hated doing nothing.

Music in her ears, she walked with a goal in mind : Find a place to eat before going home. It was snowing just a little bit, a cute snow falling on the ground. It wasn’t even that cold, especially for our Canadian friend here.

And then, she stepped on a glove on the ground. A single gloved, newly fallen. Quickly, she took it and walked fast to the first person she saw in front of her.

“Hey! Hi, is it yours?” she said, showing the glove to that person.