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Kim Myungsoo (L), Infinite [ x ]
Jang Dongwoo, Infinite [ x ]
Jung Soojung (Krystal), f(x)
Baek Sumin, Ulzzang [ x ]
Park Shinhye, Actress [ x ]
Toda Erika, Actress [ x ]

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Free to be Roleplayed
Kim Myungsoo (L), Infinite [ x ]
Jang Dongwoo, Infinite [ x ]
Jung Soojung (Krystal), f(x)
Baek Sumin, Ulzzang [ x ]
Park Shinhye, Actress [ x ]
Toda Erika, Actress [ x ]
lxkms:
Hunger made his body become weak, but it made his mind go into a fury with the need for blood.But he couldn’t give in to the hunger yet, he had to mentally be strong to ignore the pains in his stomach. Walking on the streets he had his black hood pulled over, mouth watering when his eyes glanced at the humans walking pass him. It was a struggle for Myungsoo to not attack. When his eyes laid on a certain human, it was strange, it was like something dark was following her. Not anything paranormal like a demon or something but as if something dark and heavy was attached to her.
Myungsoo decided to follow her and notice the closer he got the more energy felt drained from him. A sudden rain drop fell onto his nose, causing him to look up at the sky that was now covered in gray clouds, he furrowed his brows as the rain started to pour out of random. When he finally looked straight ahead he felt someone bump into him, he quickly held onto the person who seemed about to fall from running into him when he noticed that it was that person who had something hidden. Ebony eyes in surprise, as his words stuttered slightly. “O-Oh I am terribly sorry..”
God she hated the smell of it. Approaching rain, that was what she could taste on her tongue, clay. It had her scrunching her nose, hurrying her steps to get closer to where the car would be parked so she could get back home. She shouldn't have been out, but being a student meant she had more responsibilites. Different from the ones she had when she was working. Totally so.
She actually missed working tough. But her mother had been clear ever since she got back home, if she had to leave she had to be at a place she would be able to locate her. School, friend's house, and thats it. Nothing less, nothing more. Hyeri was happy to abide for now, because somehow she was growing safer in that house than she'd been her whole life. She was content, too lazy to let herself sink back to what she'd desired before, it was good. She wasn't unhapy at all.
Until a raindrop fell on her cheek and then she knew clearly that happiness was about to get ruined. So her steps went from hurrying to almost running. Wrong move it seemed though because another passer by ran straight into her. She hadn't even been looking up. Did not want to see the colour of the sky with the need to pour. She felt the grip they had on her, looked up with her eyebrows furrowing together, an apology should have left her as well but she wasn't in the mood.
She wanted out of this weather, as fast as possible, "No really, don't look where you're going and almost make me fall when it's starting to rain, you better be sorry, dude. Next thing you know, oh," she looked up and right there it was, pouring straight on her face as she took a deep breath and glared, shaking herself out of his grip, she was being irrational, she knew that, but she couldn't help it. This weather had a way of messing with her mood, horribly so.
"I'm soaked because a certain someone slowed me down." She finished her eyes darting around to see if there would be any shelter to hide away from these annoying drops already trying to make their way through her clothes.
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[ ✉ ] What do you mean boys eat girls—
Shit, wrong number. Seulgi gasped out in surprise, quickly deleting the message she was just typing. Thank god she didn’t do it. Whoever it was, they might have been crept out with the sudden straightforward question.
lxkms said:
"Are you saying you’re secretly a pyromaniac?" He teased, a slight smirk curled on the corner of his lips.
"Pffh." She snorts and waves her hand in a dismissive manner. "Of course, not. I just... " Krystal trails off, trying to think of a good answer. "I think its a good way of bonding. I mean like, you can make smores. Or tell ghost stories or whatever they do around the campfire. "
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lxkms:
If you walk into a bar, you go with a group of people you know. But if you go alone, you would think that it would be best to just stay in a solitude and not get into any fights or causing some type of scene. Apparently for Jungkook it mean’t that he was just a clueless young boy who wandered into a bar alone. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of people. Mostly there was a small group by the pool table. One in particular that caught his eye who was leaning on the pool table with a cue stick in his hand.
It seems that they have been drinking all night and the alcohol consuming Myungsoo’s body was surely messing with his though process. When Myungsoo’s sharp cold-like eyes met Jungkook’s soft ones, it was like he made the younger froze in spot causing one of the barman to bump into him making the soju fall all on the ground. The angry bar man snarled and was about to lash out with his fist raised up high but a sudden smack of the cue stick stopped the fist from meeting this pretty boy’s face. “Hey now now, no need to cry over spilled—milk. Heh, go get another round, it’s on me.” Myungsoo cooed, causing the bar man to huff hotly and walk away.
When Myungsoo stood in front of Jungkook, the tip of the chalky cue stick pressed against Jungkook’s cheek. “Now what kind of kid like you is doing at a place like this hm?” He arched a brow. Jungkook was in complete silence. It was amusing to Myungsoo, like a cat caught this kid’s tongue and it was just blank in the eyes.
Humming softly, the older male grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, having it bend slightly. “I wonder, How far can your arm go before it breaks? You know your face could have been smashed into pieces by that guy. If you’re going to walk to a place like this, be smarter about it.” Chuckling darkly he let go of the other’s wrist and nudged his head over. “Follow me, Kid.”
Though ageless and wise enough to know how the world – or worlds – worked, Jungkook would’ve been lying had he said he wasn’t caught off-guard. He knew countless of things, he’d seen so much of history, the greed, the suffering, the hurt, the pain, the wars, the deaths, heck, he was the one who had caused most of them yet he still couldn’t tell what was right and wrong when it came to humans. He might’ve inhabited a body like so but it certainly didn’t put him in the right place, especially considering he’d been caught red-handed in a bar. Even a child knew not to disturb a rowdy place such as the one he was currently standing in. Jungkook wouldn’t put it past him if someone he knew had caught his eye right this very second, but that seemed to be the least of his worries with the way things had progressed up until now.
Almond eyes blinked in surprise, lips pressed into a fine line as he tilted his head in confusion. Yes, by logic he was illegal and shouldn’t be wandering in such an establishment, but Jungkook wasn’t really what most thought he was. It wasn’t fear that had got to him – no, no, that would’ve been silly – but rather curiosity. They say curiosity killed the cat but he’d been around for a long time now and death seemed less prominent as a role in his life so that thought never really crossed his mind. He blinked again, eyes lingering to the hold around his wrist. He couldn’t even get a word out before he was pulled – presumably to the outside. The rigid cold hit his bare arms and ankles; he suddenly wished he had worn more than just a simple shirt and capris. Oh well, it wasn’t like he could get sick anyway.
“Um… where are you taking me, sir?” he asked, voice seemingly clueless but that could’ve easily been a front. Jungkook was good at that, after all. A mastermind in the arts of deception. Or something silly like that. His fingers gingerly rubbed at the spot on his cheek, the white chalky solids smearing over his skin – he didn’t pay attention to it, mostly because he couldn’t see but to anyone else, he looked like a messy child. Oh well.
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-- lxkms
It’s one of those days where he’s actually feeling sort of okay. His mood isn’t completely drab, and the smiles aren’t as forced as they usually are, although he plays it off well. Most people can’t tell the difference in attitude due to his perfected image that he always puts up, but he swears that if someone were to look close, his eyes are just a little bit brighter and his speech the slightest bit softer.
There’s no explanation for his moods, but it’s on the nice days that his generosity peaks, and he wants to do a good deed while he can. He’ll spare some extra change for the homeless, recycle litter, and greet people like him in a kinder fashion.
It’s when he enters his usual coffee shop near the university, bells chiming overhead, that his day changes. He orders his usual Americano— iced due to the horrendous heat— and pays, waiting patiently for the beverage to be prepared all while leaving an overly-generous tip. When he turns to go to his usual booth, though, he finds that it’s taken. Along with every other seat in the cafe, thanks to the morning rush.
With a hum, he chooses to chance it, and walks over anyways. Always the observant type, Taemin takes the time to look the stranger over. The male is one that is similar in age to himself, and he seems friendly enough. Or, so he hopes. He isn’t sure, but he offers a small smile, gesturing to the empty side of the booth anyways. “Ah, excuse me. Mind if I keep you company? You’re in my usual seat, after all.” And he hopes that the small smile that plays on his lips and the teasing tone of voice are convincing enough for the other to agree.