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[shawariko]

To: sainthdn

She groaned but coughed it off quickly after. How unfortunate she was to run into an old ‘student’ that she, surprisingly, wished she was held back into the jail that is their home. By now, she’s figured out how this boy was. She was disgusted, but everyone deserved respect regardless. He was older by at least two years but she was responsible for educating him— the person she felt indifferent about. It was her father, once again, pushing her to fulfill duties she wasn’t willing to do. Burdens, rather. It was nothing new, however. Almost all, if not everything, that she had been doing were all out of her accord. Everything she desired had to be left undone before she can finally be free, no matter how unattainable that seemed. “Long time no see.” Areum asserted with a grimly mocking grin.

[shawariko]

To: 1konic

"I don't think that's how it goes." She sang a broken tune, clearing her throat once, and twice, but still constant with the surprisingly uncured voice. She hadn't been singing in a while. In fact, the deed was completely pushed aside as the years went on, trying to surpass her own standard in a different field. But what was the point of impressing someone who spun lyrical poetry in rhyming chants rather than soft melodies. It wasn't her style at all and if she were to ask, she knew she'd be disappointed— only, she did out of 'courtesy', also trying to sound innocent with a hint of reluctance. "It still doesn't sound right. H-How do you sing that part?"

[shawariko]

To: ynbbm

“Won’t you be running late for schedules if you stayed?” A soft smile painted the delicate countenance, affectionate arms grazing the other’s shoulders; her common act of concern were all that was coming into play. It was not in her mind if she were to be in trouble. All they ever had was idle chatter; the tedious activity she’d been sick of since she could remember. Often she would ask herself, why were people unsatisfied with solitude? Was it really that lonely? Surely, she could survive— no one should be an exception.

She convinced herself of an unbiased treatment with everyone, but in reality she had her own favoured specimen. Her worry was no more than a facade to conceal the vile nature that simply wanted the female out of sight, and almost everyone else in that case. She was in search of a saviour and nothing less. Not that she hadn’t the guts to say so outright, it was a preference. She wanted people to view her the same way they have, and they shall always. “We can meet at another time, I’ll be sure to treat you to something.”

[shawariko]

To: lianist

A soundboard struck by hammers at each press of a key, and strings stopped by dampers at each release. Black and white keys producing melodies that resonated, sending shivers down her spine. It was terrifying, but beguiling in the same way. It had her all ears. But no, it wasn’t the keys. It was him— and his hands. His hands of pale, delicate fingers, that played a tune only she could ever wish to know, but even just hearing— listening, satisfied her. He was but a stranger with a finesse for music, sending warmth to the young lady turned an instant fan. “That was beautiful.”

[shawariko]

{ ※ — play your end                   S&S

To: yirine

A step, and two, turned three, and then four; all careful enough not to disrupt the silent stroll of the beautiful man she had a fleeting fascination on, much like the others she’d seen— admired right then and there. There was something different about him, she thought. His lanky body was always covered in dark coloured clothing, contrasting with hers. Intrigued, she followed him in hopes of finding out what concerned him. What was it that he was interested in? Maybe she could be that, whatever it might be. It was what she was good for. To commit to an impression, and to follow it accordingly. Maybe she wasn’t born to please people, but she had grown to do so that it came naturally.

The background noise that were simply chirps of crickets overlapped with an echoed rhythmic tune before it faded out. A percussive break matched with chants of men, and women. He was nowhere to be found after the sudden shift in atmosphere. What occupied her senses now was a spoken word poetry pouring out in time with a beat, and she could feel anger just from listening but everyone else seemed to exhale in amusement. Everyone but her. Squinted eyes trailed on a female who seemed to be the source of this voice. She was surrounded by men. One of them must be her prince, camouflaging himself with the rest. 

She watched with judging eyes, the message of the female’s song turning wry in her ears, her very own eyes deceiving her and showing nothing but a crook. Once finished, she stepped away just as she did. The glower of her face quickly became animated with a smile. “Hey—” she tapped on her shoulder, swiftly hiding them behind her as she swung her body sideways, left and right. “You did great back there.”

[shawariko]

{ ※ — a study in pink                   S&J

To: yojunioh

“Oh— sorry,” eyes that widened in surprise quickly turned into crescents with a vibrant smile etched onto her gentle features. She might have bumped into him, broken his toes and whatnot, but an amiable apology should rid off an unpleasant start point or avoid it in the first place. He looked like just anyone who was interested in art, but anyone in this place could be a bridge to opportunity or be the person to give opportunity themselves. She had to be smart. “I was lost in thought.” She chewed on her lower lip, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched as if it was her who was in pain. “I’m really sorry, what should I do?”

[shawariko]

To: ximpvlsive

“My bad.” Lips puckered, head tilted with eyes enlarged in an attempt to appeal, brows slanted; all expressing a dim view of the other female’s assumed dislike for the certain favourite of hers. Instead, she shifted her attention back to the stray kitten that found its way to the pair’s leisurely way. “You look like someone who appreciates cats.” She followed up with a monotonous voice, her eyes focused on the feline whilst caressing its head.

[shawariko]

To: shvkgong

“Can you delete that, please?” said Areum, pointing at the screen. Although it was simply her assumption that he took a picture of her, she was sure she has heard a click. Undoubtedly of a camera; his camera. There were no one else around with one, after all. She cleared her throat, suppressing the black look with an involuntary thin line of smile as she insincerely pleaded. “Let’s make this easy for both of us.”