#wy:start

[wyhoseok]

{ open au starter - multiple replies encouraged! }

To say that he is lost is an understatement. Barely a day into being away from the school that’s his second home, Hoseok hasn’t had much time to adjust to the gigantic castle that makes up Hogwarts. It’s not like Ilvermorny is any smaller, but the unfamiliarity really causes his anxiety levels to rise. Brown eyes are wide as he’s trying to look for any signs (not that he expects there to be any, but a boy can hope), until he rounds a corner and barely manages to avoid walking into another person. “S-Sorry--” He stammers, despite no harm being done. The brunet licks his lips and nervously tugs at his sleeve. “I’m, uh... I think I’m a bit lost. Technically. Because I guess I was, ah... ex-exploring. Um...” He awkwardly trails off, unable to look the other in the eye. “Do-- Do they sell maps or some-something?”

[darlingahreum]

OPEN TO ALL 

It was already too late when Ahreum realized that she shouldn't have drunk that much alcohol. It was too strong despite her high tolerance for the alcohol. Club Mute was packed and she's not sure where her friends have gone nor does she care. She met a couple of people who has offered her some drinks but then this one guy offered her a glass of cosmopolitan and her vision became a blur not long after she drank the alcohol. The guy was saying something but Ahreum was too busy trying to stay sober to even understand what he's saying. 

“I should go.” She says with a slur in her tone, grasping on the bar stool as she forces herself to stand up. “No, stay a bit longer.” He said, watching her with that sly grin on his face. She hums as she shook her head, grabbing her designer purse from the counter. “Nah~ I don't know you and I don't like you. So, I'm going.” Her honesty brings a scowl on his face, grabbing her wrist and pulling her. “Yah. You're not going anywhere.” He says, but she still tries to pull away from him. “Let go of me!” Ahreum knew she was drunk or was it because there was something in her drink. There was no time to contemplate things, but she felt weaker as time passes by. 

Thankfully for her, someone pulls her away from the male. Caught in a daze, she clutches her head and mumbles something inaudible. The person held her close and the blaring music was masking whatever they were saying. The only thing she caught was when they asked if she was okay. Her reply was a slow shake of her head, feeling suffocated by the loud music and the crowd.

[wyxshin]

“Listen, just because I have a car and I'm a nice person, means you can call me up at 2 in the morning to pick you up and drive you to McDonald's.” Shin says with a heavy sigh. He couldn't turn them down for whatever reason. 

Maybe because the idea of eating unhealthy food at 2 am sounded so tempting. It's Friday night and he should be drinking at a bar right now, getting free drinks by just complimenting some people. 

“Are you listening to me right now?” He glances towards the other, raising an eyebrow. His car smells like fries and regret. There was no way he'd ignore his own share of unhealthy snacks but it doesn't mean he won't be regretting his decisions when it's time to work out. 

“I can't believe I even listened to you in the first place. I've only been here for two months! How can you trust me to drive around at night!?”

[squishemcheeks-blog]

open for everyone !

“I heard the pumpkin pasties is really delightful.”

“Can we ask sensei to go to Three Broomsticks?”

“I really want to see Zonko’s Joke Shop!”

“I just want to see the Whomping Willow.” Riino sighed, playing with the mashed potatoes on her plate, not even had an appetite to finish it. Juno, her tuxedo cat, comfortably lays on Riino’s lap, purring softly as her free hand scratches his neck. “But you know, it’s dangerous to be around that tree?” Her friend chirped, looking worried at Riino; sometimes, her curiosity leads her to dangerous situations, just like how she got trapped in Mahoutokoro’s underground basement because there are rumours about a silver-snake creature lies underneath the palace.

“It’s just a tree, guys— Juno!” Riino was about to start a long paragraph about how Whomping Willow intrigued her curiosity and how she can approach that tree without getting harmed until Juno jumped from her lap, having his own mind to wander around the new environment in Hogwarts.

“Juno, don’t you dare to run on your own!” Riino exclaimed, hopefully there will be a kind soul to help her catch the running plump cat.

[wyhaeun]

    ━  › anyone ‹ ━ ☽ :    › The sky opens up, waterfall of rain drenching her to the bone before she even has the sense of mind to peer around for an umbrella. There’s no time for convenience store runs or ducking inside for some much needed shelter. › › She’s like a mop, soaking the water before she gets a chance to duck beneath the overhang of a nearby cafe. She’s soaked to the bone, teeth clattering ━ the only thing dripping with more ferocity than her is her scowl.         Sudden rain brings forth sudden encounters, watching as someone exits the store behind her and pops open an umbrella. A bite of the lip and tilt of her head, quiet smile lifting the corners of her lips from their grimace.          ‘I’m sorry to bother you but can I tuck under there with you?’ She tucks her hair behind her ear, tries to make herself seem smaller, ‘I just need to make it to the bus stop.’

[wyjieun]

OPEN TO ALL Multiple responses welcome

Jieun has been working at Millennial’s Cut for eight years now, having spent the first four years sweeping floors before she finally got promoted to hairdresser once she graduated high school. A few months ago, she had even been offered the position of manager, as their last one had quit. She knew the place like the back of her hand, the routines having become as natural to her as breathing. A lot of the days felt the same, they kind of blurred into each other, but despite of that, Jieun wasn’t bored of her job. She absolutely loved it — she loved being able to chit chat with all the customers, finding it entertaining to hear about all the drama in their lives, and most of all, she loved the way their faces lit up once they saw the finished result. Jieun’s work gave her life meaning, and that’s what’s important to her. 

At the moment, Jieun was placing out new hair products on shelves, making sure the presentation looked clean and simple, but professional. The salon was empty, and she was the only one at work, having opened it for business only ten minutes ago. Her first appointment of the day was still 2 hours away, but she was always open for last minute drop-in clients. Just as she finishes placing the last bottle of shampoo, the bell on the door rings, signaling the arrival of a possible customer. Jieun quickly turns to welcome them, a bright smile adorning her face. “Welcome to Millennial’s Cut! How may I help you today?” 

[wynamki]

                  he  could  always  tell  when  they  were  new.  maybe  it  was  just  his  own  weird  superpower or  maybe  it  was  just  because  they  all  seemed to  give  off  the  same  vibe  whenever they  stepped  into  his  club.  leaning  against the  bar,  his  gaze  wandered around  a  bit  more,  enjoying the  sight  of  a  full  club  –  the  pride  of  any  club  owner. the  music  was  particularly  good  this  evening, the  new  dj  he  had  hired  was  already  more  than  pulling his  weight  as  he  weaved the  music  into  an  infectious string  of  beats  that  kept  most  people pumped  and  on  the  dance  floor.  

                   before  he  knew  it,  his  eyes  were  landing once  again  on  the  newcomer that  he’d  spotted a  few  moments again,  the  slightest of  smiles  spreading onto  his  lips  as  he  waited  to  see  if  the  other  would  notice his  gaze;  a  hand  lifting to  motion  them  over  and  shoo  away  a  few  lingering  people to  make  space  at  the  edge  of  the  bar,  hoping  to  make  it  clear  that  he’d  like  them  to  come  over  towards  him.  ( — open! )

[102818arcvd]

( [+] Open to multiple )

(-- A soft sigh fills her lungs as she quietly flips through a magazine, finding a suitable page and resting her elbow to the table-- her chin resting atop her palm as she gazed upon the pages with disinterest, but trying to find something to keep her occupied. Holidays were always the hardest for her after her parents died and so she decided that working through them was better than simply crying at home. Normally, she shied away from those who were a little too talkative and pushy, but today she wished someone like that would come into the pharmacy. An idle mind was a dangerous one.)