#mi:solo

[minjixmi]

and there was no one left (pt. 2)

*discovering incriminating evidence, part 2 of 2 !

tw: death

Time passes by in a blur — if asked, she wouldn’t be able to recall the path that had been taken back to the Corvus headquarters, only that she remembers being picked up, and remembers that as soon as her feet hit the ground in front of the doors, she was nearly rushing to get inside. She wanted answers, to get to the bottom of this mess — to have some closure. A funny thing, closure was; a bitter taste that had never seemed to leave her tongue. An empty feeling that never seemed to feel, no matter how many lives she saved, it wasn’t enough. 

It’s not over until it’s over. She tells herself as she goes to find the woman she had called earlier, and she can only imagine how bad she looks as soon as a surprised gaze lays eyes on her, Minji snapping back to reality a little more steadily. “I’m...sorry for the mess. I did what I could. Please tell me the crew hasn’t disposed of the body yet.”

“No, of course not.” answers the other woman, her stance relaxing after a few moments. “We want to know what happened just as much as you do. But first — are you okay?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Where is it? I need to look before too much more time passes, evidence is wasting away.” it’s as if for a moment, she forgets that she’s talking to someone in a higher position than her, the usual timid medic taking a more firm stance on the situation; driven to do what she felt she needed to do. And right now, the least she could do for the man she failed to save was to save his story.

Minji moves to go past the other woman, knowing full well where they usually took cases like this, but the woman pushes herself into Minji’s path before she can get too far. 

“Clean up first. And clean up your act a little, before it gets you in more trouble.” it’s a demand, not a suggestion, and she finds herself stepping back. Put in place, but she moves past the woman this time; she could clean up once she knew where the body was and what state it was in — but she imagined that the clean-up crew knew what they were doing...hopefully.

Evidence was already contaminated with, but that was almost to be expected. She just needed to look at the obvious details that she couldn’t see in the midst of the dark streets and shock.

And so, once she finds a spare change of scrubs, disposes of the clothing she had been wearing, and tries to wash the blood from her skin the best she can, the medic makes her way to join another that had already started investigating the body, gloves being pulled onto her hands as she walked in the door. 

“Do we know who he was yet?” it’s the first question that leaves her, and one that leads to many more within the night — her mind wrapped up in all the processes to go through. At one point, after she’s just barely had the chance to examine stab wounds and bruising on the man’s body, someone else pulls her aside to get the details of the killer from her. She does everything she can to recall every little detail, from features of the woman’s face, her physical form, to anything and everything she could make out of her from the short time they had locked eyes before she escaped the crime scene she created and the tragedy she had left in the hands of the medic.

The night is long, weary, but the tiredness that weighs in her shoulders isn’t enough to out-weigh the determination she has — she’s almost certain that some of the women around her thought she was taking things a little too seriously. But that was fine with her, she knew what she wanted out of the situation; answers, and answers is what she was going to get. Even if it took all night and into the morning...though sure enough, with the work of the handful of members involved, answers would come, slowly, but surely.

[jupmi-blog]

Aftermath || Solo

Everything hurt...everything truly did hurt. Even his heart. He tried saving a boy but he ended up leaving him behind. Jongup didn’t know if he was able to make it out on his own, he wasn’t sure if anyone else did, but he had a feeling a few people did. Then there was the worry about the sharks and other animals. Would they be okay? 

Groaning as he laid down in bed he could feel the aches all over his body. Even though he was prepared for the water to hit him, it still wasn’t enough. The force was insane, he slammed against the wall, and he was pretty sure his head did too. His ears rang for at least another hour after he was rescued. The warning echoed in his brain still. 

The warning...or whatever it was. He got up as carefully as he could and reached for the tarot card, looking at it with great care...as if that would do anything. Was it the same people? Was it a threat towards him? Did he not do what they were asking? No-- He can’t do that. He’s loyal to the Black Lotus. They’re his family, they have been for a really long time. He can’t just turn away from them now. 

[jupmi-blog]

Finding the Tarot

Jongup had picked up the decently sized card, not having ever really seeing one before. Yes he had seen it in the movie and such but he never held one in his hand before. The initial thought that ran through his mind was 'I thought it would be smaller than this.' That thought quickly fell when he noticed  how it shined in his hand, 'justice.' Justice? For what? For who? He didn't need any justice, he hadn't done anything --- no that was a lie. He had recently done something to people but it wasn't exactly his fault. His mindset got side tracked again when he noticed the small print as he turned the unclaimed item. His head tilted to the side, as if he were a dog and his owner was making a high pitched sound while speaking and he didn't understand. That's exactly the thing, he didn't understand.

He continued to be confused as he lifted the card into the air, noticing that the card shimmered once again, but in a different way. There were more words, but they weren't embossed on the card. It was written. He read it quickly to try to understand it as he went to find his phone so he could take a photo but by the time he was actually able to find it, the words had vanished. It irritated Jongup quite a bit, he wanted to try to figure it out, by himself but now the ink was gone. It just didn't make sense, unless...it was holographic, or whatever that term was. He didn't know it exactly, and nor would he really tell anyone else but he found it /really/ cool. After a quick ponder, he went back to trying to figure out the words, what they meant. He wrote them down in his phone so he wouldn't forget them.

He was right, he wouldn't ever forget them.

The words stung in his mind as he worriedly paced around his apartment. So many thoughts, so many questions but alas there were no answers, and if he didn't use one of his skills, there would be a answer soon...but he didn't think that it would be a very good answer. He stopped quickly as he realized that someone had been in his apartment, or several people even. He ran to his room to check on the things that he never wanted to lose. Yeah, it was a bit morbid, even Jongup thought so himself but he wanted to keep his brothers ashes beside his bed. It wasn't just out in the open but more or less in his drawer, supposedly safe.

Sighing with content as he realized that they were untouched, and that everything else seemed untouched as well other than what was used to hide this threat that came in a card. He went back to reading the phone, wondering what skill. He had many-ish skills that he considered was useful, and clearly so did someone else. But what one? Was it the most common, that everyone else could clearly see him do at his day job and probably at night while he worked on the gangs cars? Perhaps his fighting? Was it up to par that /anonymous/ wanted him to continue. Maybe, just maybe it was the talent that he possessed but others rarely knew of it. Playing dumb to gain trust, or information? Now, that could be something that the messenger wanted. He could even see it too, but that was the next unsolved riddle.

How could someone see this talent? Were they always around him? He started to panic, thinking if there was a face that he saw often and then he held his breath. Could it really be his gang? He shook his head not wanting to ever think that. That was betrayal, slander. Jongup shouldn't ever think of that about his second family, that someone would do this to him...they just couldn't.

Night pressed on as he continued to pace, pause and look back to his phone for the words. The phone made it more real, something to hold as if staring at it on /his phone/, when /he/ wrote it, it would some how secretly have more answers for him. It didn't and it never would. The feeling that gave him though, was one of comfort. When he looked at the time, 4:45AM, he sighed knowing that he should go to bed, thanking that he didn't have his day work to go to.

After his phone was charging he plopped down onto his bed, ready for sleep. But not to worry, the words etched into his mind. It was the last thing that was on his mind and the first to be when he woke. The message was clear, crisp and delivered.

"do not cross us.“

[mixhyoseong-blog]

pendulum.

tw: blood, murder, death, guns

she reads the text with a small tilt of her head, arms crossed against the windowsill of the car as the busy city life is completely blocked off to her world. focused, intrigued, hyoseong is already going down a list full of possibilities and finding some sense of mild entertainment while doing so. a gloved thumb and index finger keep the card from slipping out of her grasp as she rests her head against her arms, a sigh escaping her lips, brown hues watching with interest as the message from earlier that has now since disappeared had embroidered itself into her brain.

to say she had not adjusted to the abnormalities that came with gang life would ultimately be a lie, but that doesn’t leave her with days without being surprised. a few weeks ago it came in the form of gunshots, and today it’s the silent flutter of a card that nearly goes unheard of when she pulls on her jacket. the item had fallen out of her pocket, only catching it’s random appearance in the corner of her eye (that also reminds her that it might be best to wear a hat today).

for a moment she thinks the card may be linked to the shootings from not too long ago, but her train of thought comes to a halt when deep voices echo in the parking garage. she regains her composure, placing the card in her pocket before rolling the window back up in time for the original owners to return. 

drunk, incoherent men stumble into their respected seats: one in the driver’s seat and one accompanying the unexpected hyoseong who swings her legs over his thighs without hesitation the second the doors close. smith & wesson revolver in her hand when the driver checks behind him, the barrel aimed for his face, “do you know about tarot cards?” she asks softly, almost cooing, and maybe the contrast is what helps coat the situation with a sense of security in alcohol driven logic.

“no--”

she pulls the trigger, blood spreading across the front window as the body slumps back upon impact. the man engrossed in her legs snaps into reality, disblief and fear evident in his eyes as he looks to the brunette in time for both her and the gun to turn their attention to him. “do you know about tarot cards?”

he doesn’t answer. at least not in a timely fashion.

she wipes blood from her cheek, stepping out of the car once she’s retrieved the requested paperwork.

her thumb glides across the screen of her phone, bringing it up to her ear as the sound of a familiar voice causes her lips to curl into a smile. “brian, come over,” her words are laced with command, “and find out a few things about tarot cards before you do.. oh? if you haven’t eaten anything yet then i’ll order chinese.”

[mixasura-blog]

❛ The Mysterious Tarot┊SOLO.

A tarot has been been found and despite her lack of interest as far as the whole world is concerned, scorching SPARKS of curiosity and eagerness have been kindled by the brief sentence written upon it — She does not want to ignore it, she does not want to forget about it... She wants ANSWERS and no matter what, she will have them.

Sheer and undivided confusion is by now smeared deftly upon each line carved out of ivory features and the more those words pirouette and echo within the confines of her incredibly hazed and blurred mind, the faster a conglomeration of anticipation and fear pumps through her dilating arteries, pallid complexion rising aglow in lines of excruciating goosebumps. What does this mean ? Is this some kind of prank, some kind of joke ? The tarot card is firmly and nervously held betwixt her rose-thorned digits and more and more, it’s brought closer to her widened pools of obsidian before being pushed away yet again, a clearly futile attempt to understand WHAT is currently happening, WHAT she should expect. With the eagerness of a child put in front of a new puzzle, Asura attempts to bring back to life all the memories of the past hours and days, digging through the recesses of her mind in pursuance of understanding WHEN the card was given to her, WHO had given it to her in the first place... Many faces appear in front of her eyes, some are familiar and others are currently twisted and deformed by the passing of time but it doesn’t matter how much she tries to recognize them or pay attention to their actions, nothing but question marks are birthed within the borders of her troubled and excited subconscious, leaving her with nothing but dozens of questions that will probably won’t receive an answer any time soon.

Instinctively, and without paying much attention to her movements or to her surroundings, the petite female allows her frame to nestle upon the edge of her bed, swan-like neck still crooked downwards and glimmering orbs of charcoal still hypnotized by the bizarre tarot; she observes every single detail of it, she tenderly brushes her fingertip over the surface but none of its characteristics can ring a bell... Not that she expected anything of the kind, considering that her knowledge as far as the outer world is concerned is extremely limited after her accident. A warning... A skill... These two words waltz on the edge of her serpentine tongue as she leans backwards, allowing her back to collide with the cushiony mattress beneath with a disheartened groan and more and more, these same words are repeated within her head. Her skill ? What could they be referring to ? There is nothing she’s good at, not extremely good at — Alright, she’s quite adept when it comes to KILLING without leaving a single trace and when it comes to TORTURE and MENTAL MANIPULATION, but who would want her skills ? And for what kind of purpose ? Despite the fact that a part of her indeed feels lucky and honored for being acknowledged by someone who’s probably much more violent than she will ever be, the much more mature and objective part of her is terrified of the possible consequences — A sublte THREAT is clearly concealed behind the pictoresque nature of the tarot and deep inside, she knows it, she knows that her life now seems to be on the line more than ever before.

Lithe digits tighten their hold around the card, pearly whites now sinking into the plump flesh of her lower labrum as her thick lashes of velour flutter closed; even like this, even with her senses reduced to a minimum in pursuance of indulging in a self-induced trance, there is nothing else she can think about. Suddenly, the previous frown shaped by dour sobriety and by the ghost of dread is replaced by an AMUSED façade, plush tiers curling upwards into the most wicked of smiles as her bloodied muscle attempts at breaking free of its cage of mortal bones and weak flesh with fast and violent beats that leaves her almost breathless — Whoever has sent her this tarot wants to challenge her to prove her worth and she NEVER surrenders in front of a fight, especially when she knows that she can WIN it. With renewed and ominous DETERMINATION blossoming within the confines of her ribcage, Asura gets up from her bed, carefully hiding the tarot card between the pages of an old diary; the night is still young and she has all the time she needs to be NOTICED by whoever has decided to contact her.