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[oliviaa-th-blog]

first meet ;

[FLASHBACK/ w: @logan-th 

Quando não estava na empresa, Olivia gostava de ficar na sede do aquário da família Jung. Era uma terça-feira, então o movimento era pouco - ainda mais naquela hora da noite. Não se mostrava muito normalmente, mas haviam poucos clientes naquele dia e ela estava em um lugar afastado. Poucas pessoas iam naquela seção - não achavam muito interessante. Por isso ela achou curioso quando viu um garoto aproximando-se de um dos grandes vidros que abrigavam alguns dos peixeszinhos mais sem graça do estabelecimento. 

Observando mais de perto, a Jung notou que aquele garoto lhe era familiar. _É claro_, pensou. _Aquele garoto do Stones. Eu vi ele em algum festival - ele deve me conhecer, não é?_. Querendo fazer graça, aproximou-se do não tão estranho e abaixou a máscara que usava. 

"Olá.", tinha um sorriso confiante nos lábios.

[puppetmxster]

First Day's Venture Outside

Yifan could hardly look at his...herself in the mirror when she got dressed this morning -- though he was stuck in this body for a few days, that didn't meant that he would allow himself to be seen wearing clothes that would be entirely too baggy, probably falling off if she wasn't careful. So instead she opened a trunk that hadn't been looked through in years, only to find items that were still pretty decent, maybe worn in a little places and moth eaten here and there, but it was manageable. After a few hours of sewing and patching up holes, she finally had something that would be fitting to wear for the day, and opened up the shop like usual.

But well into the afternoon she grew restless just sitting at her workbench. Business was too slow today. She had to do something before she died of boredom. So, with further thought she got up and left the store for the first time, and walked along hoping to find anything of interest. Hell, perhaps even one of the committee members to start on advertising with.

[dh-jongjin]

m!a: GenderBender // Open

Light invaded through the slits of the blinds, granting the sleeping being a very sunny "Good Morning." A light groan and the figure shifted, twisted the sheets to cover the face. The  adjustment didn't help and the body turns, sheets contouring to the hills and valleys of the figure. Before long, another soft groan cam and the sheets were pushed aside reveal a tinier body then what the bed was used too. Raising up, groggy and still half asleep, no attention was paid to the new weight of the chest or how his underwear seemed a little loose, not even how his hair seemed to pool over his  shoulders and down his back.

Jongjin rose from his bed and almost immediately, his boxer briefs went from just barely hanging on his hips to around his feet and he glanced down....with two, fleshy mounds obscuring his view...Not that he need ed the view to see that his dick was missed." The fuck..." Hesitant hands came up to cup up the at the breasts and grope himself with the blankest of looks. And then another thought and his hand slowly slid down the abdomen, noting the how smooth it was until he reached that part.

He hurried for a mirror and found himself looking back at a pretty, doe eyed woman.

And Jongjin screamed the highest pitch he's ever reached in his life.

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Nothing. Nothing. Fit.

All of his clothes were way too big...his shirts were like dresses and his pants, dear lord why even bring that up. Not to mention that he didn't have underwear that fit. And he had no one to call....except Jonghyun, but pride kept him from that. Mnnn....He wasn't sure how long this would last... Clothes for a few days would be smart...

And so, Jongjin, or now Joeun, strolled down the sidewalk of the central, with the baggiest pair of sweat pants on her hips as she tightened them as  best she could with one of her jackets on, nearly swallowing her whole. But it was big enough to help hide her unbound chest. Shoes? She had some slippers laying around that she could shuffle in. "where is the fucking clothing store... I know we have one." Her frown grew...What the hell happened to her over night?

[dh-jongjin]

Empty and newly tidied, the In the Deep Bar was filled with a the melody of hammers hitting wires to paint a picture of the night. Not too long after his hand had been healed, Jongjin had quickly remembered how much he really needed for it was hard to indulge in the few pleasures he had when it was wrapped up like a mummy.The piano was probably one of the few hobbies from back then that he bothered to keep and still enjoyed. It wasn't another chore, it was a release. His fingers had a mind of their own, and seemed to know where to go at all times. The brain took the back set and his fingers took the wheel. They knew where they belonged on the row of cold ivory...And they chased after their spots as if it was lif or death.

Today's piece was Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy.

The sign on the bar indicated that it was indeed open and if anyone was to come in, he'd fine a stopping point of the piece and got to work. Until then....