#nxjingoo

[nxhjs-blog]

`— make a day feel like a minute / jisoo and jin goo

They recognize him as the guy from the pictures. And Jisoo swears that this time, this time he’s genuinely gone and outdone himself. 

What started out as a typical night on the town led up to nothing but trouble for the young soldier. He just really wants to pretend that this isn’t happening, that he’s not being cornered by a pack of surly-looking fellows in the back alley of his go-to nightclub. There’s the thought of playing dumb and saying what they want to hear, doing what they wanted him to do, perhaps then they’ll let him off without a hitch. 

But when they tell you ignorance is bliss, it’s all a massive lie. Ignorance is what leads him to get really, really friendly with the girlfriend of the good ol’ neighborhood gangster. It fools him into thinking that maybe, just maybe things are actually starting to look up for him, that his massive stroke of bad luck’s finally got a grip on itself and stopped behaving like a clingy ex-girlfriend. But it’s that ignorance that gets him so sorely mistaken that he’s dragged out of the nightclub like a deer in headlights. 

So much for enjoying the nightlife. Jisoo can’t make sense of it at first, these past few nights he’d been nothing but a good boy, no drunken brawls, no unpaid drinks, no unhappy ladies. They pull out the pictures and suddenly it all starts making sense. 

A man out of time really is a man out of luck.

“It was only a kiss,” He tells them, what he doesn’t is that it was a really long kiss, long enough to figure out it wasn’t all that one-sided too. Just how did it end up like this? “How the fuck was I supposed to know she had a boyfriend?” Jisoo’s really been hung out to dry by the crabby bastards, there’s a bunch blocking his only means of exit and he’s got a pair securing his sides, occasionally dealing a cheeky blow to the shin or the back of the head in the moments where he least expects it.  

Jisoo chokes back a weary groan, if he knew this was going to happen he should have gone all the way last night, he should have gone all the way and lived his life without any regrets.

[nxsebastian-blog]

Loose Ends || Jingoo & Sebastian

Sebastian could feel his head running a thousand miles per hour. In all honesty, Sebastian was very excited to start the training; he wondered greatly what kind of exercises and goals they were going to have to accomplish during the ten days of training. Also, of course, there was too the nervousness that came along with the fact that he knew that he would have to use his powers during training and, even if he was making peace with them, he still had ways to go-- he hadn’t even used his powers much since he was accepted at the Institute, opting for tending to more spiritual and physical aspects of his life even if the whole reason for moving half way around the world was for him to use his powers without fearing them. He knew it was time to step it up a bit more.

“Great day for a walk in the woods,” Sebastian said with a half smile on his lips as he looked up at the sky to find it almost completely clear of clouds.The greenery was all around him as he looked around where he and his training partner, who just happened to be his colleague Jingoo, would be staying in for almost two weeks. Sebastian could really appreciate nature and he knew he would love every second of the camping, even if there weren’t even tents for their stay. Plus, he could hear a river near by so he knew they were going to have to swim in it, at the very least to bathe, and he really liked the thought of that. However, Sebastian had been brutally woken up and practically dragged to where he was without getting the chance to take at least the faintest scent of coffee in this way too sunny day. In a small (big) part of his mind he was sulking and sobbing by the unintentional withdrawal this training was going to give him. “Just wish they would have let me bring at least one cup of coffee,” he said with tragic look on his face.

Stopping for a second from his walk, Sebastian did a small jump to adjust the bag he was carrying and a chamomile flower caught his eye, interrupting his caffeine-less, still kinda (because no coffee) groggy mind. At least I can make some tea.

“Have you ever been to one of these membership training before, Jingoo?”, he asked as he turned to look at him with curiosity.

@nxjingoo

[epochpoints]

Name: Jin Goo Rank: S+ Class: Offense Total points: 125

Participation: +25

Oops: ( link ) +50 

Funtime Festival: ( link ) +50

[nxsebastian-blog]

Hello There|| Jingoo & Sebastian

Talk about a rough day. It was probably early in the morning in New York but, over here, stars covered the sky as half a moon shone down on the still awake city of Ganghwa. Though, it was mostly the drunkards and party goers that roamed the streets at this hour-- Sebastian was fairly sure that almost everyone back at the academy was already well in bed and sleeping the night away. He wasn’t one to look at bars, even less at that hour but, the drastic change between New York and Ganghwa wasn’t going to let him sleep that night. Even less after what he had to go through to get into the Institute.

Sebastian stretched his neck to the side, placing both hands inside his pant pockets, as he passed by different food stands, local mini-markets, and some small booth restaurants. The culture over here was something new and different to him, though the same thing applied for when he moved from Constanta to New York. He was an actor, a lover of the arts, so he enjoyed learning and seeing new cities and cultures. If it had been a year or two prior, or even any other day, he would have gone out of his mind with such a rich culture all around him. Tonight, though, all his focus was on finding a suitable place for his mood and drink the night away.

It took him a almost an hour of wandering but, at the corner of the street, Sebastian found a small yet welcoming bar. He slowed his pace and looked inside the place through the floor-to-ceiling front glass windows. There was a few people at the tables and then some at the pool table at the far end of the bar, but the place seemed quiet and peaceful enough. Shrugging his shoulders, readjusting his coat, Sebastian stepped inside and went straight to the bar, which was pretty much empty.

He settled on the stool farthest from where most of the people were, moving his coat to the side as to not sit on it as he sat down. The bartender didn’t took long before he was taking Sebastian’s order in his heavily accent and broken Korean. The man didn’t seem to mind as he quickly took out a glass and poured Sebastian’s drink before handing it to him. Sebastian thanked him before taking the glass to his lips and drinking from it. She wouldn’t be happy he was drinking for such a reason but, if she was here, he wouldn’t have to be drinking, now would he?

Setting the drink back down, Sebastian pressed his lips together and stared at the drink yet, his mind elsewhere. The trials hadn’t been what he expected and the sight of those memories-- so real, he felt like he was reliving those moments as the memories were dug up and played right before his eyes-- and those emotions-- he could feel the pain in his body, in his soul; it was all so intense, so sophisticating-- were enough to tell himself he could do this, even if just tonight. 

Pathetic excuse, he knew it. 

Still, it wasn’t like a habit of his. It was rather rare, actually. So he let himself indulge into the sentiment this time, taking another sip of his drink as his eyes stared unblinking into nothing while his mind relived the last moments he spend with his mother and his lover.

@nxjingoo

[nxmarktuan-blog]

. Joyride || Jin Goo & Mark

@nxjingoo

Crackle!

Flash!

Bang!

The noises echoed around Mark, loud yet muffled, almost as if he had put two cans against his ears and was trying to listen out of them. He was crouched down low in what you might call a “Spiderman” position, left leg bent up against his stretched out right leg, and all his balance being carried on his fingertips which were position right under chest. If you would have told him that he would be quite literally making his nickname come true, Mark would have scroffed at you and given a glare. But as of right now the only thing he cared about was not getting shot.

“I swear to god if one more person tries to hit me-” Mark was cut off mid-sentence as a red bullet shot past him, barely grazing his lower back. Cursing the gods, Mark shot up and jumped into mid-air, body immediately shifting into the grey mass known as his enigma form. Shooting up into the air, Mark whizzed left and right, twisting and turning as he dodged everything from blasts of fire to poison darts.

The simulation room truly was out to kill him.

Why it had chosen to be on a small rooftop, he didn’t know, but whatever the case the enemies around him were doing their darnest job at trying to push him off the edge of the building. He was doing a pretty good job in his opinion, a pretty good job at not getting killed. No matter how hard he tried, whenever he tried lashing out with one of his tentacles or sneak up behind an enemy, they always seemed to sense him and would shoot after him. It was becoming a hassle, forcing him to now keep dodging everything in an effort to not get hurt. Constantly keeping up the pattern, Mark began to ponder on the thought of just cancelling the entire simulation seeing as he was getting nowhere.

That is, until the door to the room opened.

[nxyukwon-blog]

automatic | kim yukwon & jin goo

Yukwon had spent an entire year training, although it was hard to call it training, since he hadn’t made any significant improvements in that time. The problem with this particular moment was that he had successfully dodged weapons training and because of this, the extent of his knowledge on the subject went as deep as action films, where macho men could pick up any automatic weapon and shoot with frightening accuracy. Unfortunately, that was not the world that Yukwon lived in. He could hardly use a straw with such accuracy.

The young man stood awkwardly, staring down at the table, eyes studying each peace that laid before him: a tranquilizer gun, empty shots, shots filled with a clear substance, a towel, several glass cups, and a needle. What each item was for, Yukwon couldn’t tell you; but he did know the desired end result. Each item on the table was meant to extract his poison, fill individual shots with it, and use the tranquilizer gun to shoot this unique ammo. Easy, right?

“You’re going to show me how to do this, right?” Yukwon asked in a small voice, turning to look at the figure next to him; the weapons expert that was needed to make all of this happen, Jin Goo. “I’ve never used anything like this before. At all. Ever.”

[nxjackson-blog]

Ribbon training || JinGoo & Jackson

Jackson wasn't exactly sure why he ever thought this was a good idea. After all there was a reason Jin Goo had a stashes of green ribbons. Or better said there was a reason the male was a teacher at the institution. Even worse then all of that, he knew exactly how Jackson's power worked. Especially since he was training Jackson how to become better controlling it. But he was always someone who wants to show off. Or at least show or prove that he was getting better and learning. What better way to do that then to steal a green ribbon? So the next time he had a person training and sparring section, his eyes were darting towards his ribbons as well. People needed to wear them in sight, hence why it wasn't too hard to spot. Now the only problem was actually getting it. He decided to act the moment they paused to get something to drink. He was gulping down his water while looking at his teacher from the corner of his eyes. When he thought it was the best moment he made a portal and appeared at Jin Goo's back. Silently reacing out for the ribbon. @nxjingoo

[nxmarktuan-blog]

. // Brother, Brother \\ .

@nxjingoo

If Mark had his way, he wouldn’t be into this mess in the first place, climbing up the multiple steps of stairs as he stupidly cursed himself for not taking the elevator that he had witnessed all the way at the end of the hall. Trudging his heavy suitcase behind him he let out a sigh before stopping at the next level, grateful for the relief of dropping his bag on the stone beside him. Wiping his forehead, he cursed himself for not requesting some help from the faculty or at least ask a stranger! But nooooo, idiot Mark took it upon himself to try and scale all 10 floors of the building on his own.

“I swear to god the first thing I'm doing when I unpack is head to the gym...” He shook his head, muttering low under his breath. Grabbing onto the handle of his bag, Mark lifted it up and prepare to begin his ascent once more, but of course fate had to intervene and do so in one of the worst ways possible, by allowing his sweaty and sore hand to slip and free his belongings, plummeting them down in a steady spiral against the stone steps.

Stopping at the bottom which now seemed like a day’s walk, Mark let out an angry groan and knocked his forehead against the wall, a thousand curses running through his mind. Glancing down at the crumbled bag, he felt at least grateful that it hadn’t opened and all the contents be spilled out onto the floor, much less private contents. Unfortunately, things got a lot worse when he noticed a hand slip out from around the stairwell bend, grasp the handle of his suitcase, and then shoot away with his property behind the wall. A yell rang out through the building as Mark shot after the limb, speeding down the stairs one after another until he ended up all the way on the first floor once more.

Turing around the wall and running after a fleeting black-clothed figure that shot through a doorway leading out to the back corridor, Mark began to contemplate whether or not to shift to catch the thief, but he remembered the rules and, despite the man either being a member of the institute or not, he didn’t. He kept running down the corridor, but unfortunately the thief began to pick up speed and before long he had completely disappeared. Mark eventually slowed down before stopping, allowing himself to catch his breath as he bent over and leaned against his knees. Glancing up, he stared down the hallway as the receding figure was visible for a few seconds, before shooting around another bend.

“Asshole..” Mark grumbled, taking a deep breath. It was in that moment of silence that he heard a shuffling behind him, and when he looked to his side he found himself suddenly in the view of a man who had both a humorous yet curious look in his eyes.