hellooo gang, i’m cia (she/her) and i’m excited to have finally finished my app & come up with a half decent url lmao. the stress of free choice urls is too much for my shrimp brain to handle :-]
i forgot what year she’s in (😭) but winnie is a psychology major and member of the track & field team, and resident menace of m-house. sometimes a bestie, sometimes a worstie, but always a good time. check out her stats and bio, & click the readmore to read all about her! a plot page is coming but feel free to slide in my dms and we can brainstorm something in the meantime xo
easy going, life of the party type of girl. she’s definitely an upper! loves a good time, avoids any distressing situation or confrontation like the plague. twenty-two, flirty, and thriving is the motto
very outgoing. in typical american fashion, she’ll talk to just about anyone, anywhere, about whatever comes to mind. it’s certainly helped her that she’s not afraid to ask questions.
speaking of talking, her korean is a bit dodgy, but she understands the basics and can read hangul very well. winnie completed a year of korean language & literature prior to picking up her major, so at least she came prepared.
not very haughty or conceited, she’s a pretty down to earth and straight forward person. seems more naive and simple than she really is, but she doesn’t exactly mind? good luck trying to trip her up tho
shows up to track & field practice very sporadically :( rage running is more her thing, but she just wanted to be able to say that she’s in a club or team when her parents ask how she’s doing.
pretty flaky and self-centered. not exactly consciously mean, but not always the most considerate. better to ask for forgiveness than permission, you know??
not overly interested in psychology, but hasn’t really landed in the reality of it yet. she’s just rolling along with the punches at the moment, trying to not fuck everything up while still keeping herself entertained. god willing her tiktok thirst trap career will take off and she can live outside the corporate hellscape
her favorite korean foods are cucumber kimchi and spicy cucumber salad. cold food >>> warm food, change her mind
this pic is basically her whole vibe (ignore the heartfelt caption idk who wrote that)
(clearly) doesn’t take life too seriously and she appreciates people with a similar outlook. she gets along best with people who can show her a good time while keeping things chill & she minds her business if you mind yours
it’s business as usual for winnie: the straps of her heels wrapped around her wrists, tangled with a dainty bracelet that she’ll probably have to snap off once she gets home, making the penance walk home barefoot on the cold sidewalk. the quiet is a stark contrast to the loud music and all the people trying to make themselves heard in spite of it– it’s a welcome reprieve.
only she doesn’t make it far, hardly a couple of minutes in her own company, before she can hear someone jogging up behind her. it is early morning, technically, but not that early.
she assumed correctly. it’s not a jogger that catches up to her side moments later, but another straggler. hardly seems like a concern.
“oh, it’s just you.” winnie laughs, low and weary. even her cheeks feel sore from smiling all night. chanwoo seems to be in fighting shape though, at least from what she can discern under the dim streetlights, and against his backlit silhouette. “aren’t you going to bed?”
you know what’s a fool’s errand? studying korean language and literature for a whole year and to come out on the other side knowing next to nothing, and yet still trying to desperately assimilate on their terms.
and who are they? only the best and brightest of the health sciences department. your average med school kids blowing off some steam for the weekend, with winnie in tow per eunrin’s invitation. call it an exchange, or maybe just being each other’s lifelines for the evening.
it all goes wrong, of course. she’s not really drunk, but manages just fine on her own. some words or meanings get mixed up, she misses a cue to let it go, and the embarrassment is quite devastating.
lucky then, that there’s still one corner of the bar she can run to with her tail between her legs and an expression that says kill me now.
“so, how’s your night going?” she keeps her back turned against the greater part of the group. it’s not typical for winnie to cower, but everyone falters now and then. “absolute shit for me, in case you were wondering. or listening.”
She doesn’t get to finish her thought before there’s a cab that finally stops. The driver is an older man with hair greying at his temples and a look on his face that looks lost between pity and annoyance. It’s only Monday night; too early in the week for any of this.
And it only dawns on Tsubasa then that they’ve still got classes in morning. Maybe the first week of the new semester is too early for them to be fucking up like this. She makes a note to be better tomorrow; she’ll tell Winnie of the plan when she sobers up, she promises.
“Okay Win, scale of one to ten, how hung over do you think you’re gonna be?”
It’s dizzying the way the old man drives. Maybe he wants the two drunk foreign girls out of his car as quickly as possible, or maybe he’s looking to make Tsubasa sick, just so he can needle a little extra money out of her when she inevitably throws up in his back seat. Either way, he’s on his way to succeed in his goal and Tsubasa has to close her eyes and cover her face with her hands in order to get ahold of herself. She can’t remember if she told him her address or Winnie’s, god help her if she said Winnie’s.
“Win, we gotta go to my place,” she says even though she can’t figure out where the fuck they’re currently going at the moment, “I think if we show up at your place like this your roommates are going to kill us both, and I don’t even live there.”
so that’s first day of the first week down the hatch, going through the motions like they always do. tsubasa is a good sport, even though the hangxiety seems to be hitting her particularly early tonight.
winnie just laughs as she steps into the cab, offering no close consideration for the question: “six.. probably.”
some might call that an optimistic estimate, and they’d probably be right, but winnie doesn’t really care to wallow in despair while she’s still feeling great. she rests her head against the car door and peers out at the lights going by the window. it’s comforting, even as the sound of the radio fails to drown out the sound of retching right by her side. it might be the twentieth time tonight she’s heard dynamite.
“yeah, of course.” no need to weigh the options when there’s only one possibility at hand. she doesn’t intend on starting this year with the same mistakes as her first time, trying to get in past curfew. you live and you learn, yada yada. “they wouldn’t kill you though, come on.” a playful jab as she shifts in her seat. they’re still very far off from a worst case scenario.
“we’ll go to yours, i’ll have a quick rest and a shower, and then i head back in the morning. perfect plan,” assuming they don’t crash on the way there– a stand-up citizen might offer some constructive criticism about slowing down in turns or using turn signals more consistently, but winnie just turns her head to face tsubasa with the telltale look of silent disbelief that girls instinctively know the meaning of: can you believe this guy? “and no one will kill either of us.”
impulse control, they call it. something other than saying yes to every dubious suggestion and holding yourself to a higher standard than constantly fucking around and finding out.
this instance is equal parts pathetic and jovial. you’d think they were splitting the atom by the way these boys are butting their heads together, all to set up a beer pong table and scrounge around for some ping pong balls. of course the blue house has a beer pong set– the question is where. winnie, thankfully, doesn’t have a clue about the goings on of this place in the daytime, so she’s exempt from the mission to locate the goods.
but if she’s going to go out in a blaze of glory and leave these two challengers absolutely obliterated by the end of the game, she’ll need back up. preferably the most sober person in the room to offset her own rapidly diminishing ability to aim.
winnie steps backwards out of the kitchen and looks corner to corner of the living room. the atmosphere in here is thick with alcohol, like you could get drunk just off of the sticky sweet air.
she catches sight of him soon enough: uneasily posed against the wall, slightly away from a crowd of people nearby having a rather spirited conversation. that’s the guy, for sure.
“come to the kitchen.” straight-forward, matter of fact. “we’re playing beer pong in just a minute–” winnie motions a throwing gesture, smiling with winning confidence. “and i need one more person!”
