Yong-Sun Park

current location: 5D roommates: Lori Grimes, Kate Bishop, Bonnie Bennett

[fcxfaces]

          finch couldn’t help but stare around the unfamiliar building. the last thing she remembered before waking up gasping for breath was eating berries — berries she knew to be poisonous. she SHOULD be dead already. had the gamemakers pulled her out? had they saved her life and were they pulling some sort of sick, twisted, joke? she truly didn’t know. she spun around the room, scanning the area for someone — anyone. though is she saw them, she would probably just run.

[thevlogginator-blog]

“are you looking for someone”

[vmpiers]

“you’re allowed to sit with me, if you’d like… there aren’t that many chairs left. i promise i don’t  bite.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“I’m not afraid of biting” he laughed taking a seat, “though I’d rather not be at the moment”

[leoplss]

Everything was a blur.  The last thing Sora could remember was being in the gummi ship alongside his two friends. But now, they were nowhere to be found and he was left here, helpless. As he rubbed his eyes, a big city came into view. How did he end up here? Perhaps the ship crashed. When he looked around, it wasn’t there. All he could do now was stand up and try to find out where he was. Who knew what could be lurking within these big buildings. There seemed to be no heartless in sight, but he still kept his guard up. Suddenly, he ran into someone, a small gasp escaping his lips. “Um, sorry. I’m such a clutz. You haven’t seen my friends, have you? One is tall, carrying a shield and the other-..” he paused, realizing he may sound crazy. “He’s a duck. He has a little blue hat.. and a staff with him.” He chewed on his lip, unsure if this was a good idea.

[thevlogginator-blog]

“your friend is a duck with a hat and a staff? what strain have you been smoking?”

[chatxclysm-deactivated20160621]

“Right. Still, I should have watched where I was going.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“Maybe, but it’s really no big deal”

[chatxclysm-deactivated20160621]

“Oh, pardon, I did not mean to run into you.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“don’t worry about it, I’m still standing, right?”

[ronaniisms-blog]

it was strange. it wake up somewhere new, the disorientation and the fact that nothing he knew was surrounding him anymore. no gansey, adam, noah, blue. none of it. to be trust into something new and confusing and to be utterly, utterly lost. he didn’t like it one bit. he blinked, staring at what surrounded him, taking in every last detail and finding nothing familiar. ‘ where the fuck … ’ he lost his words along the way.

[thevlogginator-blog]

“you look lost”

[whitecanarysl]

She was in the park, alone and thinking about her sister. Losing Laurel was something that she was trying to bury in her heart but she couldn’t. Sara felt some tears around her cheeks, not being able to contain that. However, when she heard foodsteps, she didn’t look, the woman just tried to clean her tears and without looking, she talked “There is tons of bench in this park, can’t you just pick one of them and not this one?”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“I could, but something told me to sit on this one”

[guiltriddxn-deactivated20161022]

“That’s definitely a different way to think. I just doubt I could easily think the way you do. I don’t know what I believe in but I do seem to have bad luck. Junior doctor. I’m training to be a consultant. Got quite a lot of studying to do. Who? Maybe so but I’ll be fine.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

"Maybe all those things are just coincidences or just bad timing. Ah, junior doctor, so what do you do as a junior doctor? Doogie Howser, it was a tv show back in the 90s, I think. About this teenager who was a doctor.”

[guiltriddxn-deactivated20161022]

“And why’s that? They do say doctors are the worst patients, and they’re right. I’m sure. It’ll just be a black eye at the end of the day.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“Well, if you believe in bad luck that means you have to believe in good luck too, right? So whenever something good happens to you you start attributing it to luck rather than something you’ve achieved yourself, and I’d like to think that I had something to do with the good things in my life, and it’s not just luck. You’re a doctor? Are you like some sort of Doogie Howser or something? Ice will help with the swelling, though”

[guiltriddxn-deactivated20161022]

“The ice isn’t really necessary. But that’s definitely the last time I get myself involved in disagreements amongst patients. I can’t tell if I’m just clumsy or have bad luck. Maybe it’s both.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“I don’t believe in bad luck. Are you sure you don’t need the ice?”

[littlcred-deactivated20210128]

A smile appeared at the sound of his name. “ I actually know him. We come from the same place there.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“Really? Did you two come here together or something?”

[littlcred-deactivated20210128]

“Interesting. Who’s the first?”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“Some guy named Four”

[littlcred-deactivated20210128]

“ Chicago.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“you’re the second person from Chicago I’ve met”

[littlcred-deactivated20210128]

“ Uh, it was just something that I picked up back home.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“where’s home for you?”

[littlcred-deactivated20210128]

“Exactly like that. When you do that, it adds more momentum to it as well.”

[thevlogginator-blog]

“Ah. So, what got you into all this, anyways?” he asked, throwing another punch, using the technique she’d shown him

[littlcred-deactivated20210128]

“ I think if instead of doing what you were doing. Try maybe this?” She demonstrated a punch to show him.

[thevlogginator-blog]

he watched as she demonstrated, positioning himself again. “like this?” he asked moving to copy her.

[ripencd-deactivated20170425]

“ – oh, NO. it’s okay. they’re just sketches and lists and stuff.” pam shook her head and began to straighten out her pencil skirt as she pulled herself back up to stand. with a bundle of collected papers in one hand, she reached out to accept the napkins from the stranger, doing her best to not feeling sillily embarrassed by the doodled marks on them. “thank you, actually. i’d much rather get a few shoe prints on them than lose them altogether.” pam chuckled lightly, shaking her head again.

[thevlogginator-blog]

Once she’d stood back up, he handed the caught napkins back to her. “What are they for?” he asked, stuffing his now free hands, into the pockets of his hoodie.