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@lgcwren legacy halloween party 2019
charlie gives halloween another when she shows up at the party dressed up as yet another spiderman character. this time around though, it's as cindy moon, silk, not the most well-known perhaps, but that really doesn't matter. she still arrived there, clad in the perfect replica of silk's suit. the young girl didn't have to wear a full mask like the last time, just a red bandana around the lower half of her face. but it proved difficult to have a decent conversation, or be able to eat comfortably, so she ended up pulling it down and only putting it back in place for pictures.
she was surprisingly enjoying the celebration. it was better than most of the halloween parties she used to attend in l.a., fancier is a better term to describe it actually. there was no tacky orange or red cups being passed around, soda or juice as they insisted, but reeked of alcohol. but she didn't go to those parties for those, she goes because of her friends. she went to avoid hurting their feeling, that and they always did group costumes. not that anybody noticed her. halloween was the only time of year she didn't feel bad about being treated like a ghost.
looking around, charlie realized that her company was lost somewhere around the place. she takes a good look around her and finds herself amidst people she only ever saw in passing during training. the young girl smiled whenever someone recognized her. she even made an effort to make small talk -- costumes always paved way for a conversation so it was easier to do it there. then, she finds herself bumping into a familiar face, one who she didn't hesitate to offer a small smile, "oh hey, it's you... nice costume."
For the experience *:・゚✧
@lgcwren
Looking for scraps and digging through the trash is what Mei knew about raccoons. She had no idea what else they did, and she wasn’t even sure she’d seen that many to begin with. However, she had read that the raccoon café in Seoul was very popular. She hadn’t been there before and not for lack of interest. It just never came up whenever she was going to hang out. It also wasn’t her first choice when asking people to hang out. She’d been getting to know the girls in her company over the last couple of months. Truthfully, everything still felt very new. Especially because everyone worked so hard and getting to mingle and hang out was a bit difficult.
Her social butterfly soul would wither if she weren’t given Sunday’s to relax. Mei was so happy that Wren suggested that they go to the Racoon café. She needed the social interaction and she got to check out a place that she’d been meaning to go to from the beginning of her stay in Korea. She could barely contain herself. Mei almost skipped happily towards dorm A-the only thing containing her was how unladylike she’d look. Plus, skipping in heels was impractical. They were only pumps, the simplest Mary Jane style black pumps in her closet. She paired it with a black ¾ sleeve dress, with contrasting red pockets and nude tights. A day off and a day out was the perfect excuse for her to dress up. Something that everyday training no longer allowed her.
Once outside of Wren’s building she sent a quick text to her letting her know she was there. She glanced at her phone and looked through her apps, feeling the emptiness of her now deleted social media accounts. Most important business connections had her number, of course, and they could always reach her through her parents. None the less, Mei felt the void that was left from no longer being allowed to post selfies and get tons of love and attention online.
respite.
@lgcwren week four, late, at the dorms. movie marathon.
it takes a lot to break soho’s concentration. but she’s practiced and practiced to the point today that she has to recognize the truth of things. that there is an unfortunate physical limit to all things and if she continues to push herself forward and forward relentlessly she’ll be a quqick half-step away from a stress fracture or a ligament tear or some kind of strain. it’s the last thing she needs and one of the most important things for a dancer to learn: how to listen to the signals of her body. so she’s sitting, with a brace on her knee and ice on her ankle, just in case. it’s best to head off swelling before it manifests with too much severity, to provide support to overextended limbs before they become properly damaged. she’s careful about that, learned it from her brother. if anyone understands the strain that dance can put on muscle and bone it’s him, after all. without his studio she’d never have made it this far, without the foundation he’d given her. the least she can do now is remember his cautions and advice before it’s too late.
and so, late into the night (or is it early in the morning) she finds herself flopping onto the couch alongside the other girl with a tired, sweet smile on her lips. “what’re we watching?” she questions, pulling a pillow onto her lap and wrapping her arms around it, letting her chin and cheek sink into the plush fabric. the faint blue-pink glow of the television illuminates their features, slightly haunting, and it takes her a moment to try and focus her attention on the screen, the haze of exhaustion working through her bones. “it’s been a long few weeks huh?” she sighs, tilting her head to pout playfully over at the other.
・゚ emerald and silver.
---------- hell week: friday
after the events of yesterday--jiho doesn’t think he’ll ever trust any cameras in any training rooms for a while at least, since it had taken ages for him to get the smell of cream out of his nose--he really just hopes that today will be tame. he’s finished both vocal and dance training for the week, heading to the cafeteria and he literally stops in his steps when he sees what it’s been changed to. it almost feels like he’s dreaming, considering that he had read the harry potter books when he was younger and watched the movies growing up, and he’s always wanted to attend school there.
this is close enough.
he wanders slowly into the hall, knowing he needs to get food and sit down but he can’t help but want to just stand there and gawk for a long moment, and he fumbles for his phone just to take a few pictures so he could remember this in the future. aka the best day of his life.
once he’s spent a good few minutes just admiring and immersing himself in the hogwarts decorations, jiho heads to the slytherin table, glancing up and down the benches until he sees a familiar face and heads straight there. taking a seat down next to @lgcwren, he smiles at her before he settles down, pulling out his phone to take a few more pictures of the great hall decorations. “i wouldn’t have taken you for a slytherin, nuna.”
「 ' (w)ren’t it 」
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He absolutely loathes math. Except, its the only thing that makes sense to him. It's all logic and formulas, rather unlike the uncertainties that sciences presented. It may also be applied to every day’s life. Dear God, if half the people only knew these sort of thoughts drift through his mind on a daily basis they wouldn’t believe it, knowing the type of person Viggo is.
With a quick glance on his phone, it’ll be a two hours break before he needs to go to physics class and this only meant a well-deserved nap time in the library. Carelessly dumping his belongings into his bag, the rapper stifled a yawn behind the back of his hand only to almost choke on air when a familiar-looking girl suddenly appears in front of him. “Yes, can I help you?”
♤ freaky friday
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it's friday and she's in a much better mood than she has been the rest of the week. the night before, by 1 am she was already showered and in her bed. considering how late the party begun, her stint there was a little short, however, she has no regrets following king out and letting him walk her home after she decided to not return to the party. when she arrived at the company at almost noon, it was easy to notice that many weren't at their top form. she cannot help but judge the couple who got wasted enough last night to be in this state today. it was a professional event, and they certainly couldn't have been all too professional with that much alcohol in their system. pitiful. but back to this day; another good thing is that nothing weird has happened to them yet. good sleep, no pranks and self practice going well; this is the kind of day miso deserves. she's glowing, she full of spirit.
but legacy couldn't quit. her illusion that this whole halloween matter was over came to shatter quickly. "what the--" she whispers as she enters the cafeteria. "amazing..." she doesn't look nor sound amazed, at least not in a positive way. even someone who hasn't seen the harry potter movies could recognize that scene. "really, amazing legacy." no she's still not amazed, but she has to give props to legacy for all this.
there's no wondering where to sit; the slytherin table is where she belongs. however, as she sits down, she notices who's already there. "wrennie? wow, didn't think i'd meet you here."
it was a typical saturday, training for the whole day, and usually after his training, he would head home to do some homework that was assigned to him throughout the week. however, hyunsoo was feeling a bit rebellious. instead of heading home, he walks down the hall, peeking at different rooms to see if he could see a certain someone.
as he comes up to one of the rooms, the door suddenly opens. before hyunsoo had the time to react to it, the door hits his face. he took a couple steps back, mumbling a small “ow,” rubbing his nose.
he regains his posture once he sees her on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall as if the door hadn’t hit his face. it didn’t hurt him too much in the first place.
“hey…. wren….” he continues to smile, still leaning against the wall, “how was… uh training…?” hyunsoo rubs his nose again.
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