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[kyeinnx-blog]

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     HECTIC past few days filled with mundane annoyance in form of deciding courses to take and what he personally wished to gain from each, not expecting any great result but he’s vowed to try at the very least for entirely selfish purpose, yet he was steadfast in pretending whispering desperation hadn’t made nest somewhere between ribs, a poking reminder when he twisted the wrong way, when he merely breathed these days. He can’t quite decide whether finding himself in this environment was any easier -- disregarding people because screw all of them -- but worry was left untouched in order to focus on the practicality of need, what’d he’d chosen to pursue.

     BUT this whole predicament was grating on nerves in more ways than one, boredom had not eased but instead been layered with utter disdain, and he’s trying not to pay mind to the glaringly obvious conclusion he should of come to before agreeing this was any good direction to take; cons far outweighed whatever pros he could scrape up. Too late for that now. He’s not a quitter either, damned if he doesn’t try to see this through now that he’s started.

     MIND ruled by thoughts pertaining mainly to this all and the slow dawning understanding he can’t find escape in the form of work, of any nature beside updating blog, which brought Kyein leaning into the next best option even on the risk of having to fend off potential overly curious entities, pulling out the heavy system camera he’s had for a few years instead of the newer one generally carried with him for the unplanned shots. He wouldn’t go as far as to label it therapeutic but photographing calmed him in different way than a few things ever could these days, understanding the working of mechanics and how to adjust settings, capturing small moments of appreciation, hobby far more enjoyable and stress free compared to any physical kind, not to mention usually having to deal with no people. 

     MINDLESSLY wandering for minutes steps led him eventually outside, small gratitude felt for lack of too many mutants loitering about as it was well into the evening already, sun well in the way of disappearing below horizon but casting yet rays of warmth upon the scenery. He much preferred if it’d been down already, but the view accentuated by shadows cast on the ground and corners of structures were appealing in contrast, so he couldn’t complain too much, and it doesn’t take long before he’s lost in the frame of mind adopted for acquiring a shot deemed quality enough he might post online after a slight re-touch, or none at all.

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[nxhwang]

. oblivion

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To be fair, he didn’t completely grasp the fact that this was supposed to be completely serious.

Part of the fun for him was watching people flinch when he walked into open areas, or towards crowded spaces (though they were rather few). As if he could do anything, with barely two handfuls of sand on his body, Toby was only able to defend himself and attack at the very minimum. He was, somehow, smart enough to recognize that he made himself a liable target. 

Completely on purpose.

Walking on the outskirts of the campus, Toby simply had his hands in his front pockets and his two blue ribbons hanging out of each back pocket. He whistled and thought that at some point, there would be a referee or a team or something (because this was definitely flag football extreme, right?). He didn’t quite realize that the reason why everyone flinched —

— was because you’d get your ribbon snatched.

[nxjackson-blog]

Hide and seek || MarkSon

Out of curiosity Jackson was just attempting the whole ribbon game. He hadn’t been long at the institute which was quite a unfortunate thing for him. After all, the fewer places he knew, the fewer places he had to go to. But he was pretty sure that if he ever really needed to, he just moved himself back into his room and he should be safe. Though he should refrain himself from doing that. It was a game after all. A game trying to steal ribbons from a person, while others tried to steal it from him.

First thing he would do was making sure his ribbons were on a place he wouldn’t lose them. He had gotten blue ribbons because of his b rank. Two of his ribbons replaces his shoe laces. At least it would be a lot of work to get them out of there. Besides, he wouldn’t so easily risk to lose them himself while moving around. The third and last one he used as a belt. Once again it was rather well stuck to him, so he wouldn’t lose it.

He was then traveling through the place. Trying to find someone, anyone really, from who he might be able to steal a ribbon. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy. But at least he had the element of the surprise, if he executed it correctly. So when he saw a male walking by himself, in a basically empty hallway, and Jackson thought it was the perfect opportunity. At least to try and do it. He created a portal in front of him and stepped through it, appearing just behind the guy. Reaching out to take his ribbon, trying not to make any sound at all.

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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.