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[jeonghanxtlou-blog]

“Yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you".

“Andobviously failed.” Jeonghan couldn’t even say he was mad at thelatter while getting up and observing him. There was somethingfamiliar showing in his face but the boy couldn’t quite put it intothe proper content. The stranger was angry, that was easy to see, andjudging by his actions Jeonghan had been the aim of that anger for astrange reason. From what he could tell he didn’t do anything to him.At least not yet.

Hetook some steps away from him, although he might still be in dangerJeonghan wasn’t afraid since he knew some things the other maledidn’t. “Now, if you might, kneel down and raise your hands aboveyour head.” With those words leaving his lips, Jeonghan’s voicebeing barely above a whisper, he drew his sword and got ready toattack at any second. “You’re charged for treason and crimesagainst the military and will be brought back to get your sentence.”For some seconds Jeonghan halted, thinking about whether he recitedthose words properly or if he forgot something before scoffing andlooking at the other man again. “Don’t even try to fight itanymore, I’m not alone.”

Asif being called a bunch of soldiers approached them, pointing theirguns at the older male whereas Jeonghan turned around. “This willbe a bruise… Bastard…” he whispered to himself as he rubbedover his neck. This was surely one of the reasons he hated thoseusual lessons. He wasn’t an ordinary soldier, this wasn’t his work.But it’d surely be fun to meet that guy again as soon as they’d bringhim to the interrogation unit to get his confession…

[jiyongxtlou]

➳;; cheshire grins.

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    Jiyong sighs heavily as the storage-style door locks into place at the top of the sliders with a loud clank-- he has to stand on his toes to get it the rest of the way up the opening and inwardly curses whatever higher power that may exist (he stopped believing in God long ago) for making him as short as he is. As fall descends into winter he finds himself out and gathering less and in minding to his ‘business’ more, and the bravado is already starting to wear thin. It’s not as fun, he thinks, when he’s stuck in this position two or three times a week instead of once or twice a month, waiting for clients and walk-ins alike.

    There’s an itch in his joints, in the tips of his fingers, and it yearns for his bow. But, he thinks, she’ll have to wait, stored on his rack in case she’s needed in the back room. For now though, a gun is closer than she is, and he can reach for one of their cold bodies much easier in case of need.

    The thick rings on his fingers sound much more satisfying clinking against the metal of a revolver anyway. It feeds his ego.

    Jiyong’s shoulders roll, left then right, shrouded in the gaudy fur jacket he’d found stuffed away in some old woman’s closet. It’s far too big and too warm even for the cooling weather, an awful mismatch of colours, and it sways along with the over-sized necklaces on his neck. It’s showy and awful and it’s perfect.

    His legs kick up onto his makeshift desk at the same time his butt hits the chair, and he wishes he had a cigarette.

    Open for business. 

[jiaxtlou]

slap me

Keeping watch was never exciting. The most boring job one could ever do, but sometimes boring was better than exciting. That didn't make it any easier to stay awake though. Infected activity may have been low near the walls lately, but that didn't mean anyone watching those walls could relax. If anything, you had to be even more alert, just in case.

That wasn't much of a challenge for someone like Jia. After all, she spent days outside of the zone and far from the safety of the walls quite regularly. While guarding the walls themselves was a bore compared to what she was used to, she didn't have much trouble staying awake.

Her partner on the other hand ...

She had tried a few things to keep the other's attention, like conversation, but there wasn't much for them to talk about that she didn't want to reveal. And as the night dragged on, it seemed like he didn't have much energy to even converse. She thought maybe a walk would help him wake up, so she suggested that he walk one side of the wall and she'll take care of the other side, and then they'll come and meet back.

When she got to the meeting spot he was nowhere to be found. She figured he couldn't have gone far, so she went along the path he would have taken and lo and behold, there was he was, curled up on the ground, sleeping.

She poked his cheek a couple times, earning only furrowed brows and a groan. Her prodding became more irritating as he poked different parts of his face, his shoulder, and his side. When he swatted her hand away, she pursed her lips and the sound of her palm colliding with his cheek rang through the air.

He sat up, clutching the red mark that now decorated the side of his face, Jia unmoved by the glare she had received.

"Don't sleep on the job"