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[forleejehoon]

Movie Escape (탈주) first screening

Movie Escape (탈주) is being screened at Cannes 2023 Film Market Festival Day 3 today on 18th, April.

Screen Dailies - Cannes Day 3 2023

Preview from Day 2 issue

[rkxjongsuk]

Escapee ||

@rksuas 

Jongsuk attempted to maneuver around the plaza where there was the train to busan idea thing with some difficulty. the large white wig with many black bows that he wore was pretty heavy and his entire dress in general was heavy and big with layers upon layers of petticoats and paniers. he was so focused on trying not to fall over that he hadnt noticed that he had run into another human. 

“oh sorry!” he began apologizing, trying to see who he had run into. Noticing that he had run into sua though, made him grin. “well, what bring you here?” he asked, with a coquettish grin. “I havent seen you around in a while. Have you been avoiding me after our accidental run in at the training camp?” he asked, adjusting the dress so that he could face her properly. 

[dnhana]

.:Escape:. Junghyuk + Hana

Princess Ha Na wasn’t always the perfect Princess. Heck, she didn’t even act like a Princess. Thankfully she wasn’t the Queen’s daughter and only the daughter of a royal consort. She didn’t have to keep a higher image. She also was not guaranteed the throne which suited her well. She had a lot more older siblings that would take the throne before her.

Being a young adult, Ha Na was someone who liked to venture. She couldn’t stay still for very young and she liked to move. The outdoors was her favourite place. She didn’t feel so cramped outside as she did in the Palace.

The brunette hummed quietly as she scaled the walls and landed on her feet. She looked around and found the familiar path she walks. Ha Na kept her head down as she skipped along the grass path.

@junghyukdn

[taodbd]

Escape || Self

Their perfect human, what a joke. He was far from perfect, he thought. Settled against the wall in a dark alley way, he sighed. 

He clutched at his arm, blood oozing from one of the bullet wounds he obtained before he had lost them. He pressed as much pressure to it as he could, hoping it would help slow the bleeding, if only a little. 

His breathing was heavy, his vision blurry. How long had he been running for? He couldn't remember. Two, three days maybe? Either way, he had finally lost the people that created him, and for some reason, it put him at ease.

He wandered the streets, the night's sky hiding everything. It was perfect, he thought to himself, walking through the empty streets. To anyone else, a sight like this would be eerie, but to him, it was peaceful. Zitao never liked groups of people, even before he had been taken captive so many years ago by the Korean government.

He needed time to let his body rest, and for his wounds to heal over before he made his next move. If he wanted to continue out running the government, he was going to need to find somewhere to rest for the night; his body would be healed by dawn.

Entering an abandoned building, he let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't much, and there wasn't any beds for him to sleep on, but it would due. He could make a spot for himself on the floor for the night.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but he must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, the sun was shining through one of the broken windows. 

"Time to move." He said to himself, taking a moment to regain himself, before getting up and gathering his stuff. 

Today was the day he would make a new life for himself. He was no longer the government's killing machine. He was the silent assassin, tracking government officials. A cold blooded killer who would stop at nothing, eliminating all who got in his way. 

[fxcklilah]

Escape | Link & Lilah

Making her way towards the closet that Link had been texting her the directions towards, Lilah crossed her arms over her chest, her phone in one hand, her pants in the other, "Little fucker, getting himself locked in the closet." She muttered under her breath, taking another turn before finding the door with the boxes scattered in front of it, "Link, are you in there?" Her fingers tapped against the door, pressing her ear against it. 

Lilah started pushing the boxes out of the way, groaning loudly. "These are heavy as fuck." She got to the last couple and sat down, "Give me a second. I never got dressed." She laughed breathlessly, sitting down on the biggest box. "Plus, these things are heavy." Lilah leaned against the wall, pulling her shorts half way up her legs. "I've got no pants, no pants."

[discardtheoldregimes-blog]

[+jacobyrawlings || shroomsandbullshit]

"We're going to have to turn back..." 

[seungjun-jrp-blog]

Escape | Jun & Hayi

There had been plenty of occasions where Jun felt that he would explode while surrounded by his staff members and this was one of those moments, his two most annoying assistants chattering on either side of him about appointments that were to be made and matters to be dealt with. The words were unrecognizable as he mentally escaped, dark orbs searching the vicinity for somewhere to escape to, if only for a moment of peace. Jun did enjoy work, for the most part. What he did not enjoy, however, was his tendency to employ those who made the most horrid of vocal sounds when they opened their mouths. He had to escape before his brain decided to start oozing from his ears…quickly.

For a majority of the walk, he had been trailing behind the two chatty individuals, only giving the occasional ‘mhmm’ and ‘yeah’ to approve of whatever they were saying, whether he meant it or not. He was sure to get an extensive string of emails of whatever the two happened to be saying, so there was no benefit in listening to it the first time. Because of his lack of communication with the two of them, it posed the perfect opportunity for him to just slip into the café just ahead of them as they passed—the perfect opportunity to have a latte and some quiet time to himself for the first time in several hours.

“Of course,” Jun said one last time before veering to the right, pushing through the front door of the café and taking a deep breathe, inhaling the coffee scent as the door shut behind him. He was finally free from the endless chatter and politician responsibilities, at least, temporarily. He approached the petite female attendant that was standing behind the front counter, hands casually hanging from the hem of his pockets, lips pulled into a slight smirk. His amusement came solely from his getaway, but he couldn’t help but let it show as he placed his hands on the countertop, long slender appendages lightly drumming on the cool surface. “Hello,” he directed at the barista in an unnaturally low tone. "How are you?"

[thecadenbell-blog]

Escape || Keller & Caden

Caden had endured much from the time that Nolan was violently taken away from her to where she was now, locked up in a dank and dreary cell in Azkaban rotting away for the crimes she had committed. It was an exchange of life, one soul for another in an effort to reach her impossible end goal, but the means justified the ends where morality knew no bounds; this direction had yet to completely chart its course. She had hardened herself over the years, if it were at all possible, and it only came with watching her former love die in her arms did Caden finally become cold and disillusioned with a world that took away more than it ever gave her. There was a solitary light in the darkness however, one that she wished to see through the haze and dirt of her prison cell, and that was Keller; his own fate was much like her own after what they had done. He was the only thing she knew she had to live for after her revenge, the goal that burned bright behind her eyes and kept her heart beating during the times where she wished it would stop all together, and thoughts of Keller filled the nights when she had little comfort but the wind whistling through cracks in the stonework.

If only she could imagine him with her, huddled up in their own secluded corner of the world then everything would be alright, but Keller had always been the one to pull her out of her darker and more consuming moods; without him she was lost. Repeating to herself that they would see each other soon was her prayer at nights, a cold comfort in place of the arms she longed to encompass her, and it was only after spending time away from him did Caden realize just how innate her love for him was. Keller was not stagnant through the process, his own guilt and hardships weighing down on the both of them heavily enough that they threatened to sink, but she would stay up for hours at night whispering words of affection to him while learning the mystery of his sighs and shivers.

It had been a week. Seven days of hell and torture all to exact revenge, but Caden knew it was worth it and it was all coming to fruition with the coming of the daily food supply. They had discussed the plan over and over at nights, laying in each other’s arms with their focus set on the ceiling above, and Caden could have followed through with it in her sleep just like she had done the night before. Snapping her head up from her crouched corner of the room as a small slot in her door opened Caden rose to her feet slowly, her paces laboured and hesitant as if she was weak, and when she approached the tray set meagrely with her meal for that evening she pushed it back outward, the plate falling to the floor in front of the guard and letting the food spill out onto her robes. Caden had counted on his disgust and rage, both things that made her smile to herself as he started to shout profanities at her while opening the door, and she quickly found her way to the far wall and set her hands against the cool stone in preparation for his arrival. When she felt the air in the room thicken with a new soul she waited, biding her time for the right moment before spinning on her heel and forcing her palm against the man’s chest, magic flowing through her palms that she had learned to perfect without her wand that sent him flying away from her to collide roughly against the farthest wall in an unconscious heap.

Walking towards him with lively and determined steps now she quickly undressed him of his robes and flung it over her shoulders, the hood then coming up to cover her still blindingly blonde locks before she cast a last look backwards at her cell before walking casually towards her rendezvous point with Keller.