消失

she is nothing at all in a sense where nothing is something they're still trying to figure out. they should know better than to put labels to a girl who would rip through her own skin and rebuild herself in fabrications and facades if it meant saving...

[svfiya]

tsomatsu liked this for a starter!

[svfiya]

❝ Is there something you  need to tell me or is this just another random visit? ❞

[tsomatsu-blog]

Her only response is a single blink, features void of any known emotion while she clutches a pale pink box to her right side with the strength of one arm. "I don't need to tell you anything, but I do need to do my job, so," with her left hand she removes what resembles a clipboard from the top of the box and ushers the box in the female's direction. "unless you didn't order any gukhwappang, I need you to just take this, and sign here."

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               ❝          there’s nothing about him that doesn’t feel like a dream; knuckles painted with red, skin with blossoming blue. it’s a dream of a battlefield, serrated with the ashes of the fallen soldiers and the broken pieces of hours. in the creases of his palms, the time beats, its heart pulsing. when he perishes, there will be dust scattered in the craters of your mind, his memories a series of bursts in vermilion. ❞

[tcmpus-deactivated20150416]

                         「 do kyungsoo. ageless. xxi. underground fighter & skate store employee. 」

[tsomatsu-blog]

❀ — Tag ten people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by: iansanes

● Basics

NAME: Nana Komatsu ( Ivianca ) BIRTHDAY: February 16th, 1996 GENDER: Female HEIGHT: 168 cm

● Talents

CAN YOU JUGGLE: Wouldn't know, because I've never tried, and will probably never try. Seems kind of pointless and boring, but to each their own. ART/SPORTS/BOTH: Both are nice, but I'm definitely more of an art girl. Art it is. DO YOU LIKE WRITING: Sort of. Writing is nice but I don't like writing things anywhere. Everything written can be used as record. DO YOU LIKE DANCING: Not really. DO YOU LIKE SINGING: Not my thing.

● Fantasizes

DREAM VACATION: Somewhere quiet, where I get a lot of me time. I really don't care where. DREAM GUY/GIRL: Uh. DREAM WEDDING: My dream wedding is a wedding that never happens. DREAM PET: A cute little kitten. DREAM JOB: Director.

● Preferences

GUYS/GIRLS/BOTH: None. EYE COLOR: Doesn't matter? HAIR COLOR: Doesn't matter. HUMOROUS/SERIOUS: Humorous. TALLER/SHORTER: Taller. BIGGEST TURN OFF: Out of all of them I can't tell which one annoys me the most to say. BIGGEST TURN ON: Being able to hold me in a conversation that I'm actually completely and wholeheartedly interested in.

● Other

FAVORITE ARTIST: Ryuichi Sakamoto. FAVORITE COLOR: Red. LUCKY NUMBER: 7, I guess. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8 A PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: I'm not even sure anymore. LAST THING I GOOGLED: ”What is crossy road” HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: One. TIME AND DATE AT THE MOMENT:  February 17th, 2015. 1:54PM.

tagging: tcmpus, linaxiii, iinri, and idk who else to tag so if you wanna do this go ahead.

[tsomatsu-blog]

Awkward. Starter Sentences

"You’re welcome."

“It’s like kissing my brother/sister!”

“Why haven’t we ever hooked up?”

"You’ve got crazy-eyes..”

“I think I’m really in to her.”

“I’m surrounded by children.”

“It’s just really hard when someone you care about moves on before you do.”

"..I'm also gay."

“Have you read my blog? My life is a mess.”

“Truth is, I can’t hate someone I don’t care about.”

“You’re never gonna be alone, okay? You’ve got me.”

“In case you were wondering, I’m calling from hell.”

"Friends... With benefits."

“You don’t know what it’s like to be surrounded by all of the girls who can eat everything and do everything and they’re perfect!”

“You have nice abs... I get it!”

"I thought I was okay with seeing other people, but I'm not."

“As your best friend, it’s my job to embarrass you.”

“Figure out what you want, because I’m tired of being your secret.”

“I fucked your girlfriend!”

“Thank you for being my hero.”

“If you drink enough wine it tastes like love.”

“I don’t need your blessing, we’re not together anymore.”

[sola-nin]

小松菜奈 for POPEYE, 09/2014

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Napping is the inevitable product of a slow work day and in a way (even though he shouldn’t be), Jared is slightly impressed with his own ability to fall asleep so quickly despite some sort of heavy metal band’s new album playing quietly in the background. He finds himself less impressed by the intrusive d i n g of the bell situated atop the front door which jolts the man awake from said nap, eyes sleepily blinking as they adjusted to the exposure of fluorescent lights.  Leaning forward, the male settles his chin on his now upturned palm as his elbow rests against the front counter, gaze flickering to the customer whom had entered the store. A lazy smile caused the corners of soft pink lips to slowly pull up, not quite enough though to display his dimple but enough to indicate some semblance of interest in the person who had entered Rundown Records. —❝ If you’re looking for a gift for Valentine’s day, I’m just going to let you know straight up that a box of chocolate would probably be better than a CD or record. But by all means, feel free to browse and indulge in the commercialism that is Valentine’s day. I could suggest some ‘mood music’ for you if you’d like? ❞ He’s joking to an extent (borderline facetious really), but hey, who was Jared to stand in the way of the overrated famous day dedicated to love?

[tsomatsu-blog]

If you asked, she'd tell you it's just business. An errand. She'd rather be caught running around like a pack mule than be caught in the act of actually caring enough to scope out a shop her boss had been talking of visiting for over a week now ( and it had turned into exactly that. just talk ), in hopes she'd find a decent birthday present. Something that meant enough, but not too much. Just a display of her gratitude for taking her in by participating in his aging celebration. 

She is greeted upon entrance by a light ding and a pleasant smile and what she believes is an attempt at humor, but there is nothing in his words she finds even remotely humorous. Truthfully, she's slightly offended, her offense displayed by a brief snarl and the furrowing of her brows that remain for only a second before she relaxes her features into a stoic glance in his direction.

"First and foremost, I do hope I don't look like I'd be caught dead celebrating such a trivial holiday. If it should even be considered so. Second, that's strike one for customer service. Had I actually been interested in the idea, and I chose your store of all stores to purchase from I'd not only be offended, but I'd also be on my way out the door. Not a wise business choice, but to each their own." Satisfied in her ramble she shrugs her shoulders and dresses her lips in a smile, one that isn't necessarily meant to be friendly, but dismissive. A smile that says, moving on.

"I'm not really a big music listener, I'm just here on an errand." she takes a minute to actually glance around the place, slightly overwhelmed by all it's content seeing as she doesn't even have the slightest of clue of what it is she should be looking for.

[chanel-oburrrlin]

SEND ME A SENTENCE FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION.

[tsomatsu-blog]

"I saw your browser history."

"Do you even know what you’re doing?"

"We’ve already tried this."

"You don’t even know what you’re doing."

"Beyonce isn’t that great."

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

"You have five seconds…"

"I don’t even know who you are."

"Didn’t your parents ever tell you that?"

"Is this where you live?"

"… Why are your hands down your pants?"

"Is that a lobster?"

"You’re late on child support."

"You never go ass to mouth."

"One ring to rule them all…"

"He doesn’t even go here!"

"Did you just take that?"

"Is that a unicorn?"

"You’re a muggle."

"It’s your turn to do the dishes."

"Were you going through my computer?!"

"Are you pregnant?"

"You need to be honest with yourself, no one likes Nickelback."

"Shut up."

"I know you’re having an affair."

"They’re dead."

"Voldemort isn’t dead."

"Let me see your phone."

"I can’t believe it’s over."

"How high are you right now?"

"I was with someone."

"It’s not necessary to replace you, you’re not missed."

"Why do you think we never worked out?"

"What went wrong?"

"You’re the most ridiculous person I know."

"Are you okay?"

"I’m having an affair."

"Too little too late."

"Snoop Dog just came into the diner."

"You said we could get a puppy."

"I need to move out."

"You ordered a moon bounce?"

"Don’t you want me?"

"Meeting your mother changed my life."

"Janitor’s closet NOW."

"Is that for sale?"

"Do you want to get a drink sometime?"

"Your resilience is comparable to that of a cockroach."

"He has a knife!"

"I was on an episode of Cops once."

"Are you a hoarder?"

"We’re alone out here, you know?"

"I killed her."

"I need to go."

"Why did you invite me to your wedding?"

"You always do this!"

"You’re the master of excuses."

"Did you hire a stripper?"

"I just got out of jail."

"It was you all along?"

"I know you don’t want to be with me anymore."

"Were you ever happy?"

"You’ve been in that same exact spot since 9 this morning."

"There’s plenty of fish in the sea."

"This is it."

"I can’t believe it’s you."

"We’re getting evicted."

"I know who you are."

"I wrote you a letter… Every single day."

"They’re going to kill me."

"You had sex with a serial killer."

"Are you drunk?"

"I didn’t love you anyways."

"That was the worst day ever."

"That was the best day ever."

"Is this your first date?"

"I’ve never been kissed before."

"You’re famous!"

"I can’t see you anymore."

"What’re you here for?"

"It’s always been you."

"If this were a movie…"

"Are you high?"

"Stick a sock in it."

"You’re better off without me.’

"I’m better off without you."

"You’re like a freaking Taylor Swift song."

"What do you want?"

"Fuck it."

"That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard."

"Who ARE you anymore?"

"Can I get a refill?"

"Well you don’t see that everyday."

[xfearsome]

       I was created                              to strip lungs                               of their breath                      to destroy pretty little things                      and burn them to the ground.                                                  to bring the world to its knees                                                  and hear my name spoken                                                  only in fearful whispers              I was created human,               but I was made              to be a monster.

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` late nights // +

and of course, the pair probably shouldn’t have bought such a big bottle of vodka, nor should they have purchased a twenty four case of beers just for the two of them to share. i mean, come on. jayoung was a slim girl—small frame, a cutesy bust and a barely plump rear, that if it had been any smaller, would have been unattractive. but naturally, himchan had to be doing the most. the duo shared hearty laughs in front of the television, mindlessly chugging down their alcohol and bonding over those awful late night television shows—you know, the ones that no one would watch unless it was two in the morning anyway. and surprisingly, himchan was having a blast. he slumped back in his position on the couch, strands of his dark chocolate colored hair poking up and getting tasseled by his carelessness. the pale flesh over his plump cheeks had been graced by a rather flattering tint of rosy pink, something that naturally occurred whenever he had a few too many to drink.  the night had been far from young, nearing a quarter to three, but he still felt more energized than he probably should have. himchan gazed over to the girl beside him, long hair shaped along the curve of an exposed, smooth shoulder and lips cracked to expose a toothy smile. "yah, jayoung." he spoke out, his voice weak and sluggish. "lets do something else, this show is borin’ the hell out of me, ha. lets play a game."

[tsomatsu-blog]

how it happened? hell if she knew. it definitely would become something of regret in the morning when she regained her right state of mind and was finally well aware of the decisions she was making, and was able to reflect ( dreadfully ) on all the ones that she'd already made. alcohol wasn't something she looked to often, and whenever she did it wasn't an experience she cared to share with others. tonight was a prime example in why.

usually she would carefully filter those she let view her in this state of vulnerability. and of course usually, the remaining exceptions to the rule varied on a scale from none to none. she would have been embarrassed. what with the way she was unable to rid her eyes of their hooded state. and the way she hiccuped consistently in between slurred speech, cheeks (and even nose) stained with a faint blush which didn't occur due to his lame jokes, or his pathetic attempts to hit on her with pick up lines that even he had to lower his head to disguise his own laughter as a result. it was definitely a factor, but truly it was just the aftereffect of her heavy intoxication. 

regardless of whatever the future held, it was obvious in the rare flash of a grin that spread ear to ear with the rise of her cheeks, that for the present moment in time, she had been happy. truly happy.  a normal response to his suggestion to play a game would have been immediate refusal. no thought on the matter. however, she was curious and mildly excited as she turned to the male with a small bounce in her seat leaning over with her palms pressed firmly against his thigh. every ounce of her attention was now in his possession, and for a mere second, her grin was lost in the face of confusion. "game? what game?" 

[tsomatsu-blog]

━ Nightwalkers.

    The grace of night was either a pain, or a blessing. No in between. It was a time where her thoughts came to surface and it either left her doubled over in a handful of emotions that were hardly anything to be considered positive. Or it left her with a case of rare smiles and nostalgia that didn't tie her stomach in knots and leave her curled up to moist wood, waiting desperately for the sun's return. You'd expect it to be easy. To just pick up and leave the corridors of her mind when things grew dark, but even the strongest of personalities fall short to their own destruction. She could fool the others, but convincing herself deemed a hard thing to do.         The past month's events had withered away at her strength and left her mildly vulnerable. Tonight was no blessing, so it seems. The noise of the city had neared to nothing━ It never completely died, but instead left a calming whiz of the wind that would occur every once in a while━ and the sky was clothed in it's usual mess of stars. Jayoung tread alone through narrow paths, arms limp at her sides, and her head lowered to is musings. Had her eyes not caught the tiniest of a glimpse at a dark figure only but a short distance away, she'd have continued on in silence. Eyes narrowed in curiosity, she stood still in place as the figure drew closer.. closer.. and closer, until finally it's frame was visible in the dim light of the streets lamp poles, as well as the moon's aid. She was quick to identify the unknown figure as a lady, what with the visible outline of wide curves and hair that fell beneath her shoulders.        And yet another exception had yet to occur. She sensed a strange familiarity in which spiked her curiosity in the female who had also come to a halt. She was almost certain.. no.. she was certain, that she'd definitely seen her before. Where she had seen her? That was a question yet to be answered. The woman's movements once again picked up pace, continuing on in the opposite direction. Hands folded behind her back, Jayoung didn't waste any time deciding whether or not to follow, nor did she make any efforts to disguise it, instead trailing blatantly along.

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   It didn’t take long before her temper subsided, bringing her back to her soundness of mind as a deep sigh spew from her lips. Being short fused was something Marcelline wanted to get rid of. She always felt bad for the people who had to witness that side of her that was beyond her control. ”I’m sorry.” She blurted out sharply and paused only to apologize once more in a softer tone. “I didn’t mean to snap… really.” By now, the once ablaze expression on her face was replaced by a look of guilt, huffing once more before she fixated her gaze at the other to imply her sincerity.

   ”I really am sorry—ah. I feel utterly embarrassed and at the same time, regretful of what I’ve done.” She couldn’t help but notice how taken-aback the other was. In situations like this, Marcelline would’ve just walked away and act as if nothing happened. However, this time, she wanted to turn over a new leaf and start doing the things which were ought to do. “I feel like I need to make it up to you. Um… would you want to grab a cup of coffee perhaps? But its totally okay if you wouldn’t want to, after all, I was being snooty myself.”

[tsomatsu-blog]

    A single brow quirked in response due to the fact that that Jayoung was more taken aback by the rapid change in action the other displayed. Confusing. Everyone was confusing, and Jayoung noticed often that the change in human emotions were volatile. One minute they're bubbling and happy and the next they're moping about like sad little children who had a difficult time bottling things up. It was easy. To send one's confidence and pride crumbling to bits, and in this case, their defense. The fallen grip on the other's guard caused Jayoung to think lower of her than before, but she wasn't going to be one to stomp and turn her heels on what was already a shattered mess of dignity.    It was little to offer, and Jayoung hadn't confirmed weather or not the unnecessary apology was was forgiven or declined. She hadn't felt the need to. Instead, she gave a simple tilt of her head, a slender digit pressed loosely against her lips in order to feign thought to the woman's words. "I prefer tea." 

[infernalkai-archive-blog]

                                  ❝ — blood on my hands, this is my atonement. ❞

There was madness planted early in his ribcage, eventually growing and coiling around his sternum, defining itself as him. That wasn’t a choice; that was a compelled coping mechanism that coexisted along with an anomaly—one which was glorified and exalted into a talent that played god amidst men who stained their fingers with sins. That was an intricate theory forced into simplicity for a child who never quite grew out of his juvenile phase, plunged into the world where malice was imbibed on a daily basis like sleeping pills.

                     … and then the accident happened.

He swore it was an accident; he never meant to steal the life of the only man whom he clung to as his last hope. So he paid the price by dwelling in his sorrow, engulfed by the incessant downpours of sadness as he contemplated on his purpose, before he eventually picked himself up again. And when he did, he decided on one thing. To atone his father’s sins, and his own. To eradicate crimes, to appease his restless mind. This is his atonement.

        LITERATE AU ▪ SUPERHERO / MUTANT UNIVERSE ▪ PLEASE HELP REBLOG           ( & FOLLOW IF HE SUITS YOUR FANCY, THANK YOU ! )

[tsomatsu-blog]

                                 ✂  ━━━━{ ｏ ｒ ｉ ｇ ｉ ｎ }

Of course I do! Haven’t you seen them do it in movies with hairclips and stuff? It should be— real easy… (/his voice however did not imply that had been the case; nor did the slightly muffled mutter of ‘it worked the last goddamn week’.) 

.. so ..

(/a short pause and he forced a sheepish smile over at her rather than openly admitting that his attempt to prove that he could get them into the storage of the club ended up with them both locked in.) Did you bring your purse? I mean.. Phone, we gonna need a phone. I—.. Mine’s by the table— out there….

( ━ There was no reason to panic. Jayoung always came prepared, and prepared meant never going anywhere without her phone. However, when she reached to her side only to find it void of her leather purse her eyes went wide, hands fumbling to denim front pockets, and then the back.                                                                   Nothing.                                                            Now, it was time to panic.       Even when Jayoung was in a state of alarm, she was never quite alarmed. She didn't whine, or bitch, or drop whatever bit of sanity she had left. She thought, and sought out a solution. With a low sigh she turned a glance in his direction, eyes narrowed and sharp meeting his for just a brief moment in time. ━  ) Okay, so I must have left my bag out there. I don't have my phone. You got us in here and you're gonna use that thing to get us right back out. ( ━ she thought of other solutions, like the typical banging of walls and wood in order to catch someone's attention, but Jayoung liked to take the calm route rather than the one with the ruckus ( in which she was sure would be of annoyance to her in the long run. ) however, if his 'lock picking magic' wouldn't be of assistance, she would have no choice but to resort to the latter option. It'd be difficult, considering there wasn't  a being in sight. They'd made sure of that when sneaking their way in here. ━  ) When we get out of here, remind me to make a not to self to never listen to you again.

[tsomatsu-blog]

                                 ✂  ━━━━{ ｏ ｒ ｉ ｇ ｉ ｎ }

Marcelline could only respond a scoff at the female’s banter. “Well I beg your pardon?” She snapped at her, raising her voice this time as she exchanged glares with the other. “I was merely asking you a simple question and yet you blatantly reply that way!?” It wasn’t in her nature to get piqued by the pettiest things but she wasn’t exactly in the right mood to be dealing with any sarcasm. “You know what—never mind. I didn’t actually say that I needed your help anyways.” 

Truth be told, the only reason behind Jayoung's refusal was that she had no idea what in the world the young female was talking about. She'd just assumed it had something to do with directions, and like she would to any other, made it known that directions wasn't something she could be of any assistance with. Of course she always could have been nicer with her words, but what was the point in that? Words were words in her eyes. It all meant the same thing no matter how you said it, and here the only thing she was trying to showcase was a simple no.      By the woman's rising temper, and the tinge of crimson that coursed throughout plump cheeks , Jayoung could sense she had obviously hit a vein, and she couldn't tell if the feeling in result was that of guilt, or amusement. Most likely the latter. She respond in a mere glance and a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. "Well then, what are you still talkin' to me for?" 

[solemninquiry-deactivated201501]

Haha, I just hit 300 followers! To be honest, my follower count doesn’t really matter all that much to me, but this is a milestone and I just have so many people to write with that I guess I should celebrate! This list is full of people that I love dearly, and that I stalk daily. Ah, please don’t be offended if you’re not on here! I still love you too!!

Swag crew

You guys— you’re just amazing. Even though I might not say it very often, I seriously love you guys. And I love writing with you all too! So keep on poppin’ them locks and keep on walkin’ with swag!

angel-or-monster + chanstraeus + seokjinious +  thexkuroxmanor + infernalkai

Little Pumpkins

You guys are pretty chill. We haven’t talked all that much but I definitely feel something with y’all. Plus, you’re all amazing writers. Seriously. Making me jealous here….But keep on growing my little pumpkins, momma’s got lots of love!

jinyatsu + psycheprints + xiavo + evanesxent + jophiel—xx + assassinxjungkook + andyoucanneverleave + agentofuncertainty + xihanist + selentieun + thunderbird—robbie + monochromexassassin + twiceuponatale

Them Noble Folks

Hehe, I mostly stalk you guys than talk with you. We might have spoken once in a while, and you might have responded to some of my posts, but in reality I don’t really know you that much. While our conversations and roleplaying time may be limited, or non-existent, I still admire you all the same! Your writing is just— sigh….Seriously makin’ me jealous.

tempusxtao + darkmay + narsadismx + ughyoon + dxplicty + chxxikang + satsukai + qrisis + agitjongdae + minusregina + geminixknight + britishseoul + acebaek + aggrxeved + rpxmstr + k-sung + kogitsvne +  amarebony + xenocidere + alchrms + kaioux + xaphun + roguelex + ohkyvngsoo + realxst-kris + aelath + axxden + ahrigato + scarletxichor + illota + enkku + jjonguin + kjnxtio

[fuckyeahjapanandkorea]

[solemninquiry-deactivated201501]

got a secret

{ ✂ }

That’s when he sees her. It was almost a fleeting moment, a momentary shift in time as the leaves coiled into springs and his breath came out in long, ragged puffs. Time stops for the briefest second. The gears in his mind kick into overdrive, they turn and turn for this split second, for this relapse. He knows he doesn’t know her but the frightened look on her face makes him awfully curious. Her eyes are focused not on him but the pack of wolves following him. Feet skid across the ground, his body aches and groans it comes to a grinding halt. He knows he doesn’t know her. Guess he isn’t the only one good at keeping secrets. Time kicks in again. He can hear bullets, and isn’t that just the most fucking pleasant noise.

"You’re coming with me girly."

There really isn’t much else to say when nearly half of a gang is barking at you, throwing out guns and threats while turning red. Sure he was good at picking away at fragile hearts, but who can throw salt on a wound when there wasn’t even a bucket of it. Her hand feels soft and nice in his own, but he could care less about hands, instead focusing on tugging her along into the shadows of looming buildings. Xiumin doesn’t even think twice about throwing her into one of the trash bins, jumping inside with her as well.

Summer always held her secrets.

[tsomatsu-blog]

In the midst of day the city appears to be asleep. Tranquil silence cloaks like a looming shade beneath the sun. It is quiet. Too quiet. And though nothing out of the ordinary seems to occur, Jayoung can't seem to rid the feeling of wrong that contradicts everything that is laid before her very eyes. It's a perfect setting, is it not? Her intuition tells her otherwise, and her intuition is never wrong, so she proceeds with caution. Stiff and alert. For a while longer things flow steadily without interruption, and it's all a matter of waiting for something, anything that could be an explanatory source to the wrong that concerns her. And so she treads further out of growing curiosity. Desperation for an answer. It's a familiar setting, though at the same time a completely different sight from the place she calls home. The air is a lot cleaner. For once she feels as if she's able to breathe, although, that may just be the feeling of liberation that pervades her body and heightens with every growing step. She begins to ponder on if this "freedom" she's obtained is something longed for. Sometimes it almost becomes overwhelming. And maybe that isn't the excess amount of it that she's been granted, or the questions of "what next" that seem to coarse throughout her mind every waking second of the day. It's everything that pertained to the questions of why. Why was she running? And who was she running from? The answer was soon to come, and a lot sooner than expected; however, the subject of the matter would differ from the topic completely.  She is no longer running away from home. It's much worse. This time, she's running away from them. Even at a distance away she's able to see them clearly. She can hear them clearly. They resemble that of maddened pigs. snarling and grunting. The discolouration in crimson cheeks a clear read of vengeance. This may or may not have been the danger her intuition had forewarned her about, but either way she didn't care. She wasn't going to stick around and test the question of danger. She's already moving, but not fast enough before the gunshots sound, and she skids to a stop. All movements cease. It wasn't the best timing, obviously, for her mental awareness to have shut down completely. Nor was it a usual occurrence for someone as well collected as Jayoung was, but there she was. Completely frozen in action. Before she can make a move for herself, rather even think for herself, He's already done the job for her. Yanking her by the hand and pulling her off into the shelter of buildings that tower over the city. Her dumbfounded state dissolves and she is now well aware, and then comes the question. Who is he? How long had he been there? And for what reason was he helping her? She stares straight ahead, not caring to look back but instead keeping her focus straight ahead, and more specifically, on the stranger who was now maneuvering her through this dark path. She could only make out the curve of his jaw as everything else was blocked to her view and blurred with their rapid movements, and eventually she gave up in her attempt to identify. Not like she'd know him anyways. She continue'd to forget that most everything was foreign to her here. That included the people. Trust is something to often be skeptical about, as she was but she didn't have enough time to weigh out the options and deem him trustworthy or not. If he did become a problem, she'd just have to deal with the consequences later on. She abide by his every action, so when he was able to face her, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her into the nearby trash bin, she neither refused nor complained instead trying her hardest to keep quiet and not be seen. The next couple seconds in time she'd spent absorbed in thought. She hadn't said a word, and though it was crucial to their survival that she shut up and stay put, Jayoung had other plans in mind. She didn't even wait, or waste any time trying to see if there was any audible sound as evidence to the presence of the mad men, she'd call them. She acted spontaneously, all process of thought ridding her mind as she fumbled among the trash in order to feel him out. Her hand brushed against denim, which she assumed to be his pants leg, and her gaze met his. He didn't dare breathe a word, and it was evident by the finger pressed tightly against his lips that he wanted her to shut up.  Well. Not everyone gets what they want. "What's going on here?" It was spoken in a low whisper, but still loud enough to the point of annoyance, and though it was quiet and hushed you could hear the stern tone audible in her words. A couple more seconds pass and she has yet to receive an answer which causes her brows to furrow, and her voice grows louder. Still spoken quietly, but this time loud enough to the point where they'd risk exposure if the mad men just so happened to still be around. "I hope your master plan doesn't involve being cramped up in this moldy dump all day."