#juliekang

[alexeiliddell]

who: julie @juliekang when: early evening where: julie's apartment

It was becoming more difficult to remember that this was just a con. Tomas wasn't sure how to feel about that. Actually, no. He knew exactly how he should feel about this; he'd run cons before, successful ones at that, but for some reason, this one was different. Not that Tomas wanted to think about that now. Or ever. With a sigh, he raised one hand to the door, rapping lightly against the frame. It had been a long day at work and he'd wanted to go home, to hide in the dark and seclusion, but that wasn't a very boyfriend like thing to do, and if Tomas expected this to work, he needed to be the perfect boyfriend. When the door opened, he painted on a smile and lifted the bag he carried. "Hey babe, breakfast for dinner?"

[silvasuns]

starter for: @juliekang where: regent's park when: 10:29

It takes a second glance for Guilherme to recognise her — Julie, strolling leisurely along the path laid out by the boating lake. His brisk jog slows as he briefly weighs his options, taking a moment to consider whether he'd be intruding if he were to settle into a walk alongside her.

He decides to discard his concern and approach — she's never been unwelcoming towards him so far. Why would it change now? And if it did: he'll merrily be on his way. So he approaches instead of passing her by, quickly pulling his earbuds out as he greets her. ❛  Hey, fancy seeing you here.  ❜

[lonelyhxert]

@juliekang

Lukesh smirked as they bumped a shoulder into Julie, their eyes already scanning the crowds. "Hi," they said, as they contented themself with the area and turned fully towards the nurse. "Did you clock your exits?" they asked, mostly a joke and a reminder of past interactions. As if Lukesh was some private security who did this on a daily basis and not a corrupt MET agent who did it because they needed to know how to make off with evidence.

"Safety always comes first," they assured her. "And place like this... plenty people hiding their true intentions. Pretty sure those masks are supposed to show that. Hiding in plain sight." Like them: because they were not supposed to be there.

[alexeiliddell]

who: julie kang, @juliekang where: the liddell hippodrome

This mask was probably one of the most luxurious things Tomas had ever wore. There had been reverence in his touch when he’d gingerly slid his fingers along the fabric before settling it on his face. Tomas wasn’t even sure what kind of material it was made of — satin, maybe (not that he had any kind of point of reference to confirm this suspicion) — but the feeling of it pressed against his face made him feel like he belonged, like he was more than just a poor abandoned child playing at dress up in a world he didn’t belong.

Drinks in hand, Tomas made his way over to the edge of the room. His lips turned up slightly as he caught sight of the person he’d been looking for. She’d never been too far from his gaze, if he was being honest, as he’d spent the majority of his time there tracking her progress around, watching as she interacted with those around her. He shouldn’t be this hyperaware of his girlfriend. Julie, he mentally chided himself. The less he thought of her as his girlfriend, the better. She was a mark. Just like anyone else in this room could be.

“Your drink, miss,” he said, voice quiet, as he extended the glass. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”

[svavisualliteracy-blog]

Dollar Bill Assignment by Julie Kang

Students reimagine the one dollar bill while maintaining its essence.

[svavisualliteracy-blog]

Dollar Bill Assignment by Julie Kang

Students reimagine the one dollar bill while maintaining its essence.