It's a way of life.

| Kim SaeYong | (Closed RP. May contain 18+ content at some point so please beware.)

[glazedwizard]

[twdxseyong]

dinobbomb:

Seyong through the MVs (part one/two)

[childrenofthebrush]

Oshi tensed upon seeing the other’s hands reach for their bag, but there wasn’t much he could do. The stranger was standing at the only exit, so escape wasn’t exactly an option; he wasn’t exactly acting threatening, though. To say the least, he was still relieved when the other pulled some rags out of his bag instead of a weapon. He calmed himself as the other approached, wanting to believe his words about not meaning him any harm.

“You don’t, huh?” The words are quiet as he extends his hand to the other. “Have you studied medicine, or a-are you just used to patching people up?” He kept his eyes down, perhaps still a little embarrassed; all the while he was noting the careful way the other carried himself. He’s trying not to scare me, I’m sure… I guess he hasn’t given me any reason not to trust him…

The young man clears his throat quietly, tilting his head and looking up at the stranger.  “Um… were you here looking for supplies too?”

[twdxseyong]

‘’Lets just say that I’ve had my practice. I more used to doing it than probably what I should be..’’ Seyong announced quietly, thoughts turning back to what he would call dark times. Being in the bandits at such a young age meant he had more practice than a lot of people at bandaging small injuries. 

Turning his attention back to the injured hand he gently touched the skin, gauging whether or not it was too painful to do anything about it. But the other male would have to sadly deal with it. ‘’It might hurt so please keep that in mind’’ the young man spoke, gently raising his head to meet the others eyes, but the other male had his head down. 

With the fabric in his hand he carefully wrapped it around the others hand, making sure to make it as less painful as possible to him. After wrapping it around about three or four times he tied it in a knot, quite forcefully so. ‘’Oh... Sorry about that..’’ he muttered, concentration still evident in his face.

‘’Yes, kind of.. I was sent here by my camp but I don’t think this is the right place though. I’ve searched around here but there doesn’t seem to be much. Is that why you’re here?’’

[childrenofthebrush]

Footsteps. And then a presence at the door. His hands wanted to instinctively twitch towards his blades at his waist, but then a voice sounded through the room. Whoever it was, they weren’t infected… but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. He lowered his hands slowly, his mind racing and trying to calm down from the initial panic. He turns towards the other, offering a charming smile, crossing one leg over the other with a nervous chuckle.

“Ha! Yup, I’m just fine~” His hand falls on one of the objects which had fallen out of the drawer— a nail. Apparently his first intuition about the box had been wrong— the contents weren’t so valuable after all. And now his hand was bleeding. He hissed and jumped back, cradling his hand to his chest, and hitting his back against the closet door, and then squeaking in surprise that it was even there. “Damn it!” He frowned, looking back and forth between the nail and door angrily. “Damn… things…” A sigh, before he looks back up towards the guy who had so startled him.

“… . I’m alright, you spooked me a little, that’s all. Just a little. I’m fine. I think.” A pause, before he looks back down at his palm. “… Oww…”

[twdxseyong]

Not sure about how to go ahead with the situation, Seyong stood still. At this point you could say that he was just staring at the other male, but his curiosity had peaked. He assumed the other was looking for something, but was this his home? Had Seyong unintentionally broke into someone else's home? He hoped that wasn't the case, that wasn't like him at all. Nodding slowly he took in the others words, not really believing them considering he was looking at a bloody hand right now.

He was in the right mind to step forward, offer a gentle hand to help the other. Would that be overstepping a boundary though? Contemplating it for a few seconds he continued to stand still, looking at the other in bewilderment. Taking the time to look around the room he decided that there wasn't really anything of need or worth, hence deciding that this wasn't the place he needed to be in. However, fate and decided other things of course.

Taking a step forward he closed the distance between them and stopped short in front of the other male. Taking his bag off his shoulders he rummaged around in it until he pulled out a piece of fabric: a torn shirt to be precise. One that had been ruined on an earlier mission. He hadn't the time to remove it yet. "If you give me your hand, I can help stop the bleeding," Seyong spoke quietly, trying to calm the other down. He had perhaps panicked the other at his random entry in the room just a few moments ago. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I don't hurt strangers." He wasn't a doctor, that was for sure... Although he had done this for what seemed like a million times, it was almost second nature to him.

[twdxseyong]

Convince me, please? | SeyongXJackson

[twd-jackson-blog]

The other male had an appearance shaped into something that could be considered his type, but not in the conventional way you’d imagine. The second he doesn’t shoot him between the eyes on impulse is a mistake on his behalf, because he gets an instant judge of character that hints that the boy has at least some aspect of trust or stupidity that Jackson can work with, and he only came here to gather supplies, now his intentions seem to be veering off into an entirely different direction. 

He looks familiar to him somehow, but Jackson has become so desensitized to all the other pretty faces in the city that he can’t place it, as much as he tries, as much as the familiarity seems out of place and far superior than just a general interest. People change far too much for Jackson to even recognize his closest friend anymore. Even he had changed a lot, shorter hair and a weathered exterior made him almost unrecognizable from his younger, brighter self. 

 He ignores his question, doubts his identity will give the other male any sort of comfort, instead he fingers the clean cut he left in the side of the tent, leaving the inside exposed to the slight breeze from outside. At least it wasn’t raining. “Sorry about your tent.” He’s not. It shows in the way his lips curve up at the corners with no real concern for the damage to the other males belongings. Maybe he did him a favour, it was suicide camping out here anyway. “I would’ve come in through the zipper but I didn’t think it was as dramatic.” He laughs, and its this dry, slightly high pitched sound in the back of his throat that both hints at his impending insanity and the fact that he doesn’t laugh that much. 

He’s so focused on looking around the tent that he’s surprised when the other male actually asks him a question that he can answer. He rolls onto his knees, and although its not the most defensive stance, the height of the tent doesn’t quite allow him to do anything else. He smiles, a quick flash of teeth from where his fingers are toying with the edge of the other males bag, using one of them to lift the edge to take an over confident look inside. “I came here to see if you had anything worth stealing.” He tells him honestly, over confidently looking to see if he had anything worthwhile.

[twdxseyong]

Seyong studied the other male for a a few seconds. He was trying to get in tune with how the male worked. He seemed to be a little reckless - in Seyong’s opinion - but then again, he could say the same thing about a lot of people nowadays. His remark didn’t seem to be that sincere and to be honest, the young man was a little annoyed at the fact that he was staring at a gaping hole in his tent. A part of him cursed himself as he was out here in the first place, but what kind of person just does something like that? He assumed the person he was staring down was just the character he was talking about.

‘’I’m sorry, dramatic?’’ He asked, eyes blown wide in disbelief. Was this dude for real? ‘’Do you really think that there is a time and a place to be dramatic? Considering the state the world’s in right now?’’ questioned Seyong, knowing full well that the other would probably blow off an answer just like last time. It would of been nice to know his name or something, but they were strangers, it was to be expected. It’s bizarre the feeling that comes over Seyong’s body. Almost a familiar feeling, Maybe it was the fact that he had been around people like this man before? He didn’t really know if the feeling was a good thing or not. 

Eyeing the stranger cautiously, the reality of the situation became clear. He came to steal something? As he was thinking he saw the other male open his bag slightly, peaking inside. It was a good job that he didn’t really have anything useful inside. Sure he had some food but he could share, right? Only if the other wanted to though, he assumed that wouldn’t be the case. Seyong wasn’t the type of person to start drama or a commotion just for the sake of it. He had learned that from previous years when he was still a bandit, it never turned out good. 

He knew that keeping his gun close by would be a good idea. Unsure whether or not the other would go for it if he just simply left in on the ground, so he kept hold of it. Just in case. ‘’There’s really nothing in there. There’s something I was gonna have as a snack but maybe you need it more than me. People need help these days.’’ Seyong remarked, a smile on his face that would surely go unnoticed. ‘’You live alone? I’m trying to piece you together,’’ From experience most people who live of stealing off others tend to live alone. He wondered if this was the same case.

[childrenofthebrush]

“Just… a little… more…!”

Oshi was on his tip-toes, reaching for a promising little box in the top of the closet. Humans hid away their possessions in little places like this, right? At least, the possessions that really mattered— the valuable ones. He grunted as he shoved himself forward again, his fingers straining for that unobtainable box. Who puts shelves this high, anyways? What was wrong with these people??

A sound of triumph escapes his lips as his fingers finally close around the front of the little chest of drawers he had been seeking. He inched it closer, careful, careful, ever-so-careful….! But not careful enough. The box slid forward, and though he caught it, and the two bottommost drawers, the third on the top slid out from its cubby and knocked him squarely on the head before clattering to the floor, its contents spilling out and causing a jangling all over the tile.

He held his breath, not daring to move, not daring to take even a single step, trying to hear over the blood pounding in his ears  Was anyone there? Did someone hear? Was he still safe?

[twdxseyong]

It wasn’t everyday that Seyong was given an interesting job to do. Usually it was something to do with another camp. Relay a message to them or go talk to some traders in order to obtain more food resources. This time was the exception. He was asked to go to an unknown location, one that he hadn’t been to before. He had heard many times that it was one of the few places that hadn’t been looted, though Seyong knew that he had to be a little apprehensive about the information. After all, he could assume that nearly every place had been looted. It had been seven years after all.

He couldn’t pinpoint where exactly it was on the map, he knew he was going in the right direction but he was lost. Maybe it was perhaps because he was in unknown territory, maybe he was a little scared? The young man probably wouldn’t go with the latter.

He had orders to search around the area, not really an exact place to look. ‘Just look everywhere’ he had remembered hearing, it wasn’t much to go off honestly. Entering what seemed to be an uninhabited building he searching around, looking to see if anything was of use, anything he could bring back with him. It wasn’t until he heard a loud bang that shook him from his motive. Perhaps he wasn’t alone after all, it would certainly make this interesting.

Entering a room he suddenly froze, surveying the scene that was in front of him. A man, same age? It was impossible to tell from just a quick glance. He seemed young. Looking at the floor he saw different things scattered across it, in his head trying to piece together the event that just occurred. Looking back to the other male he raised an eyebrow, “Are you okay?”

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[twdxseyong]

Convince me, please? | SeyongXJackson

[twd-jackson-blog]

Jackson had learnt his mistakes early on. It’d been great, at first, having peoples blood on your hands was never ideal, but erradicating an entire person left enough supplies to get by, and Jackson survived off of stealing from others. But the food was never great, and although he’d tried to catch animals residing in the forest, his loop of wire had remained empty for months. So he’d adapted to going hungry, surviving off what he could, the taste of rotting meat was never going to be palatable, but the gagging had subsided. 

Only when he was desperate did he venture out into the forest, empty backpack slung over one shoulder, counting his steps, scuffing the back of one shoe against the other as he veered away from his usual route, trying to remember where he had buried all of his supplies. Each calculated step leads him further into the forest. 1403. The birds aren’t tweeting in this area of the forest. 1589. He looks up when his foot collides with a peg, follows the string attached to it before his eyes land on the tent blocking his path. He wants to laugh, because not only is it ridiculous for someone to be camping out here in the first place, but maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t need to use his emergency supplies after all. 

It was hard to judge what he would find inside, but the sun was hitting the tent enough for him to see the outline of at least one body, and he could take them. He slips his way around to the front of the tent, thumbing the ridges on the back of his knife, twisting it around and cutting a clean line through the fabric of the tent and slipping himself inside. 

“Not the best choice.” He comments, sitting himself down with an ease than any sane person wouldn’t have when encroaching on a strangers personal space. One leg is slung over the other, and although his foot is braced against the plastic of the floor, ready to get back to his feet should he need to, his apparent comfort is more offending than any violent intrusion could ever be. His eyes skip openly around the tent, landing on what little supplies the other male has, barely skimming over him to gauge his reaction. “You’re like a pre-wrapped victim.” He laughs, but the noise dies in the back of his throat when his eyes fall upon the pistol. 

[twdxseyong]

Seyong looked upon the man in clear shock. A mix of fear and confusion began to show upon his face, the emotions easily conveying to the other male. What kind of person shows up in someone's tent like this? It all seemed a little surreal at this point. Honestly though, Seyong had to silently agree with the other man. It wasn't a good idea to be out here, in a tent of all things. Something easily good sneak up and rip the tent in half, finish the young male of quickly. Or even an event like this could happen again, someone he doesn't know coming into the tent and having a conversation like it's no big deal. Seyong had to assume that this character had a few screws loose maybe? Or perhaps he was the one who was the crazy one.

'Pre-wrapped victim'? What did that even mean? By the sounds of it, nothing that good - not many things were good in this day and age anymore. Especially if an unknown individual came into your life suddenly and called you a victim, a word someone would typically use for someone who had passed away. That wasn't always the case though. He saw the face of the other fall as their eyes landed on his gun, at this point it wasn't necessary to unholster it. Seyong clearly had the upper hand in this situation, violence hopefully wouldn't be needed.

The young male looked the other up and down, as much as he could considering they were both sat down in the tent. It didn't give as much room for surveying him as he would of liked. He didn't look harmful, but then again he didn't look harmless. The sentiment made sense to Seyong at least. Obviously the other could handle himself well, otherwise he wouldn't still be alive. Although it was very easy to dodge most of the undead that stalked the earth, if you got caught, then that was it for you. "Can I ask who you are?" He spoke casually, not trying to make the situation hostile. He didn't want the other man killing him or anything for asking a simple question. "Better yet... What are you doing here? In my tent?" Seyong questioned, a curious look about him.

Maybe this would turn out to be a laugh. Maybe the person in front of him was someone a friend of his knew, they were pulling some sort of prank on him. It wasn't funny though. Seyong looked down at his gun, he still believed that he didn't need it  - time would tell though. He didn't seem to having anything with him, the man, just a backpack slumped around his shoulders. Your guess was as good as his as to what was inside. He always knew he was an optimist.... Not.

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[twdxseyong]

Convince me, please? | SeyongXJackson

There was often days in which everything just didn't go to plan. Today was one of these days. Seyong had fucked up, badly. The camp was already in disarray to begin with, without him adding to the pot of mess. Their supplies were getting lower, which was normal, but the young man had messed up on a trading deal. They got nothing in the end. People at the camp were pissed - understandably so. Seyong was pissed as well, pissed at the fact that everyone had been bagging on him all day. He was the only one at the camp who seemed to be doing a lot of work to begin with, most others seemed to just wait around and wallow in their own pity. It drove Seyong mad.

He needed to get out, get away for a while. He would probably stay in the free zone somewhere, somewhere safe of course. Taking his duffle bag which contained a tent, blankets and other such essentials, he made his way out of the camp - onlookers giving him a shallow glance as he walked past. They would get over it, then they would come crawling back to ask him for help. At least he hoped it went that way.

Walking through the forest outside the camp was always tiring. It always brought back memories from his 'previous' life, he assumed it was because he had spent countless hours trapped inside the vast forests that surrounded Seoul. Many that had spawned at the beginning of this infestation, if you could call it that. Completely forgetting about the zombies that roamed every corner, it was always peaceful, Seyong found. As most people were holed up in or around camps, the wasn't many out in the open. Most noise came from the dead walking the street, which wasn't a very pleasant one if that.

Securing a place of rest was the easy part, Seyong had cleared any dead that had surrounded the immediate area. Him and his pistol were a deadly duo, but that could be said for about nearly everyone who was still alive. Nerves could many anyone a natural born killer. Dropping his duffle bag to the ground he took out his tent and set it up, being as he had done this a lot of times, it took next to no time whatsoever. Taking another look around to ensure that no one was around, he entered the tent, lying down on the hard ground. Even blankets couldn't seem to make it any better.

"Great job, Seyong. You've done it again."

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[twd-krp]

Please welcome the newest member of The Walking Dead KRP!

Kim Seyong is a 23 year old survivor currently living in Haesong. He is working as a hunter and runner in the pursuit of reclaiming the world of the living.

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[twdxseyong]

Are people going to be using the same plots they have already created?? Or is everyone creating new ones? I’m redoing Seyong’s page right now, so was just curious.

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[ex-tlou-kangjun]

So I’ve decided to drop Kangjun and just continue on with Seyong. I think it would be easier to just focus on one character for the transfer over at this point. Maybe eventually I will pick him up again but at this point I don’t think so.

So basically, if you haven’t already Kangjun’s blog.