▕ ▍Wolfgang’s legs moved swiftly as he creeped through the dark alley, it was hours past midnight and he couldn’t help but get that sinking feeling that the night had only just begun. Someone was following him, he knew it. The only problem was that he didn’t know who.
There is no knowing what will happen next in our lives, Joohyun reiterates her late mother’s advice whilst she ventures down the cobblestone path, her fingers slowly furling and unfurling from closed fists, before she finally tucks her her hands into her pockets. It was late, dark hours were slowly creeping into an extremely early morning, and the immortal found herself caught in between the transition as her meeting with the senate was drawn to an end. She wasn’t the least bit tired, proved to be wide awake, and unintentionally tracing a fathomless path behind a male who just-so happens to be travelling in the same direction as her.
Her gaze lands upon his physique when she raises her chin, however, his persons remain shrouded amidst the shadows, features overthrown by the ominous clouds looming above their heads. It’s unusual to see people around during this time of the day, and yet, here she is, and there he is - both immersed between buildings, intentions unclear.
Usually Lusine didn’t focus too much on the little things when out and about because there was simply way too much going on. Therefore, it was pure and utter luck that the sunlight caught and gleamed off of a tumbling phone’s screen, catching her attention. Her body reacted on its own, dropping to her knees while her outstretched hands formed a gentle cup. It’d be a lie to say she hadn’t cheated by a smidgen and imposed a teeny tiny bit of telepathic influence to slow the device ever so slightly in order to make it possible to catch. Much more subtle than completely suspending the phone itself, however. “Ah~” she exhaled in relief, doe eyes glancing upward to whom she assumed was the owner, “Is this yours?” She climbed back up to her feet and held the phone out for him to reclaim.
taken aback at first, it was only natural for himto react quickly if random contact is made thatinitially takes him off guard. “ooh!” he almost raised a fist and laughed. “hi?” he questioned.nothing really bothered so will simply shruggedand hugged him on back. patting them on the back, will nodded. hugs were always nice, andwill was never going to turn down one. “A little warning next time. ‘bout near let my elbow introduce itself to you.”
HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR MUSE?➢ number 9: What are some of your OCs weaknesses?
One main weakness of hers is whenever she sees anything abandoned. She knows what it’s like to be alone and to feel lost, so she empathizes with anyone who has lost a loved one. Though in general, she doesn’t have lots of weaknesses as she learned to be more careful with each little things that she might face -- so it’s a bit difficult for things to get to her.
➢ number 15: What makes your OC angry?
Injustice. No matter how screwed her head is, she still stands for justice. Seeing how people are mistreated due to any reasons at all angers her. Also another thing that makes her angry is when people try to invade her privacy ( i.e: people who ask too many questions about who she is, regardless of whether they mean any harm or not )
➢ number 16: When is your OCs favorite time of year?
Her favourite time of the year would be winter. Since she considers herself to be antisocial, winter is her favourite time, she doesn’t feel the need to feel overwhelmed by lots and lots of people all over the place, unlike the busy seasons, summer.
➢ number 29: Can your OC swim?
Yes, just enough to enjoy the water but nothing like a serious swimmer or anything. Water calms her nerves since it’s the exact opposite of what her parents suffered from before their deaths.
➢ number 34: Is your OC religious?
She used to -- her religion was Catholic until she realised how easy it was to kill someone and since then she never surrounded herself with religious beliefs, and has turned into an atheist since then.
➢ number 46: Is your OC loyal?
Yes! very loyal actually. In a way, her loyalty stemmed from the fact that she can’t trust too many people with the story of her life so when she does find someone who she trusts, she becomes very loyal to them and would do anything to keep them in her life.
➢ number 50: Does your OC cry easily?
She does cry, but not easily. To say that she doesn’t cry, that would be a lie. She does feel sentimental at times and that’s that. Just like others, she has her moments.
➢ number 58: Is your OC introverted or extroverted?
At one point of her life, she used to be extroverted -- not the most radiant but she didn’t have any difficulties befriending others, but then again, she was only a kid at the age of five. Time has changed, and she undoubtedly has changed as well. She grew into an introverted person, she doesn’t talk if you don’t ask her questions. And even when you do, she finds it hard to communicate her feelings too, most of the time.
➢ number 59: What is the first thing that someone would notice about your OC?
If we’re talking about physical appearance, it would always be the fact that she’s mostly ( if not always ) dressed in black and her long hair.
When you murder someone, and you rob from their place -- to be smart, you don’t take all the things in one go. Suspicious. You take little by little, and that was exactly what Haru had been doing. Breaking into the dead woman’s apartment in Seoul has never been a difficult task for her, almost like a home at which she did not own a key, yet, entering is deemed as a piece of cake. Living life as someone else has not been entirely easy on her, but at least - as twisted as it might sound from someone her age, she was glad the person she stole the identity from led a rather wealthy life, or enough for her to sustain herself without having to work.
Screwdriver doing its magic against the metal doorknob, she heard the lock unlock which painted a huge grin across her face. Sneakily, she entered the room, being more than careful not to have people think she was doing anything sketchy. Eyes scanning around the room at which the spiders started to mark their territory already, she attempted her best to not look at any photos of the woman that she murdered with her own hands. Entering the bedroom, she sank herself into the nicely made bed... a bed that has not been touched since half a year or so ago.
Her rough hand unscrewed the drawer, money and valuable things kept aligned. Not wasting any time, half the cash was stashed in her bag, the amount didn’t quite matter, all she knew was that it would be enough for her to feed herself for at least a few weeks.
Frozen...
And that was the time when her whole world started rotating at a dreaded slow pace once again, the blood from her face was washed away, destination unknown. Her face turned pale, hands started shaking. This can’t be good, someone was in the same room as her. A room that she broke in. In a poor attempt to calm her nerves, she kept a hand on a pocket knife, keeping it close to her hip, yet, not making any moves as she stayed quiet, her breathing almost inaudible. Maybe, maybe the person who leave without knowing she was there.
