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[bellexmg-blog]

“I’m not going drinking with you again.”

Starter meme starring @kwanmg ll status: open

“What?! Why!” Belle exclaimed, eyes widening and lip parting in disbelief. Granted her head throbbed with a minor headache and a glance around brought unfamiliar surroundings. “Drinking with me is the best – ok.” She emphasized as images of the night past flashed to her mind. “It’s not my fault you followed along with my crazy antics – and I sure as fuck didn’t tell you to strip to your boxers and run around abandoned seoul streets.” She laughed – though, she could feel the twigs and leaves nestled within her blonde locks, her blouse a lying a few feet from her evidence that she’d no doubt followed him to an extent. 

“also not my fault that we don’t know where we are.” She quickly added, eyes taking in the high ceilings of the abandoned warehouse and near silence present though it was no doubt noon. Graffiti marred a few walls and there were cardboard boxes and other debris lying around. Hell – what had happened last night. Or maybe it was best she didn’t remember a few clips too. 

[bellexmg-blog]

mannequins and locks.

starring: @kwanmg

So maybe she shouldn’t have tried that free meal -- it’s true what they say: nothing comes without a price. A groan left her lips as she clutched at her stomach, a sigh of relief finally escaping as she drained herself of her free dinner. She blamed it on the fish. It was always the fish. 

The sound of a flushing toilet, bang of the stall, and the rush of warm water on her soap-laden hands proceeded the sudden black out. Or so, that’s what Belle thought it was. A black out. Except a glance at her watch and the eerie silence in the pitch-black mall spoke otherwise. A blackout meant crowds of frightened people -- not the feeling of a ghost town. Abandoned with not a soul in sight. 

wait a minute. did the fucking mall close?! Belle thought to herself, eyes widening as she quickened her pace in an attempt to find a guard or an exit. Well, that is until she caught movement in the corner of her eye. Belle halted to a stop, head whipping in the direction of the detected movement, freezing as she saw a dark shadow moving in the far-off distance. 

It must be hallucinations from fatigue and a now-empty stomach -- but are the fucking mannequins coming alive?! From the distance all she could detect was something dark, tall, lanky and most importantly it was coming closer. It was a little ridiculous that she could feel her heart-pace quickening, eyes widening considering the amount of time she spent and worked for Arcanum. But even Assassins had off-days and feared the unexplainable at times. Though, if the mannequins moved any closer, they’d probably wished they’d hadn’t as her body automatically moved into defense position, entire body on hire-alert. 

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“You should dye your hair pink. Yeah, pink.”

@kwanmg 

“Hm?” She touches her newly dyed hair as if giving the comment serious thought, “Well I’ve done that before, wanna see a photo?” Without much hesitation (or an answer), she pulls out her phone, using her thumb she swipes over her many instagram photos until she comes across the right one. [x] “I could be spotted from miles away, but my dad insisted I change it more than once, so then I dyed it blonde.”

“If I wasn’t trying to look more like an adult, I would have stayed blonde or pink! Pink is such a great color I love it!” She expresses herself as if it wasn’t obvious by the pale pink covering that encased her phone. After her words escape her mindlessly, she finally looks at him and considers that he might have the same thoughts as her “We can dye your hair pink if that’s what you’re wondering, I don’t mind helping.” 

[dahuism]

a single tear 🌺

flashback time! @kwanmg, are you following Dahui? ‘Cause it looks like you’re following Dahui.

Subway carriages carried a unusually high concentration of interesting people. The odds that she would encounter a person clearly tattooed from head-to-toe on the street, were zero-to-none considering the scariest gangsters kept their tattoos hidden and most citizens did not want to be accidentally mistaken for mob bosses. Yet here was a man, tattooed practically everywhere as far as the naked eye could see, sitting across from her in the subway cart. Her upbringing hadn’t exposed her to the colourful world of recreational tattoos so Dahui couldn’t help but cast a few glances here and there –– the poor girl tried to be discreet but failed terribly considering her mouth was practically agape. Her eyes were too curious for her own good and they returned every now and again, after her common sense reprimanded her, to get their fill, to study the art he’d chosen to permanently ink all over his hands, forearms, neck. She wanted to know everything about everything, what it all meant and if those really were coffins on his fingers. He even had facial tattoos, a tear drop underneath his right eye... Did that mean he’d killed somebody? She was pretty sure that meant he’d killed somebody. He looked like he could snap her neck cleanly in two for staring too long to be quite frank––

Their eyes met briefly as she stumbled down her mental tangent and she felt her heart leap cleanly out of her chest. As a highly intuitive being she could sense something there. An exchange of elusive emotions, verging on the cusp of negative energy, between them. The lion and the lamb historically were not a great mix.

The stops flew by and she refrained from making the mistake of looking at him again, only acknowledging him through a respectful goodbye nod as she hopped off at her stop. Dahui had never been a fan of looking back, it slowed her down, it was uncharacteristic of her cautiously optimistic self, but on that fateful day she looked over her shoulder and... To her surprise, shock, horror and dismay, he was a couple of steps behind her, taking his sweet time, walking in her general direction. He’d gotten off at her stop too. This fact alone convinced her that she was as good as dead.