#rp. open

[burntbrandy]

Location: The Gagosian

Open to: All

trigger warning for graphic descriptions of injuries, especially to the face.

For a while, Eun’s world was only pain. Debris from the explosion hit her from the left, tearing a line from her cheekbone through her brow- narrowly missing her eye. The left sleeve of her jacket was in shreds and she blindly reached for the searing pain but only her forearm was unharmed and the bralette she wore offered no protection even when she turned away, praying to a God she didn’t believe in that she wouldn’t die there.

Blood blurred her vision and the tang of metal invaded her senses as she tried to recover her footing, left ear ringing from the sheer volume of the blast.

Fuck.

[burntbrandy]

Location: The Gagosian 

Open to: All

Eun is on her second or third drink now, she isn’t fond of counting her drinks, but the night is young and she holds her booze well... besides, she’s not here on business. She relaxes into her seat ever so slightly and tips the frilly martini back, watching the rest of the bar from the sidelines, dark eyes investigating every detail of the world around her. The bidding hasn’t started yet, it won’t for some time, but as a Han she’s always been expected to be present. 

Even if she’s the singular known blemish on their shining reputation. She’s heard rumors of half-siblings. She wouldn’t be surprised, given her father’s presence as more myth than man. She has the signature look of the family- all sharp angles, cold eyes, pin-straight black hair. 

Anyone who’s anyone knows a Han when they see one. Though, currently, she’s relying on the dim lighting of her corner to conceal all that.