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Posted: May 11 2018, 03:36 PM
© lavy [she/her] // Offline
'Go to that festival in Pohang!' they said. 'It'll be fun!' they said. 'You might see your favorite idols there!' they said. 'Mind your own business!' the girl barked back.
Yet she was here, alone, baffled by the sheer mass of people who wanted to have fun. Everyone who was around here. Everyone minus the girl who had decided to wear some long-sleeves today - which was, obviously, a bad decision.
Two and a half hours in the almost too cool train ... and now it was far too hot outside the place with not so fresh but at least cool air.
She could die. But Io would rather die than destroying her carefully chosen outfit. Trying to get some refreshment by a fan she bought at the first place she would find, she was eagerly trying to get some cool air towards her direction - why, for Heaven's sake, had she exchanged her cool room with some new album releases for ... this?
This ain't even fun.
Just as she walked along the crowded place, trying to avoid as much skinship and humans as possible (which was literally just impossible), then she felt something - refreshing behind her. Not ... behind her ... it was rather on her back. ... Wait ... it was wet. She freezed.
It took only few seconds before she realized she was hit by water, coming from a water gun. "This can't be your goddamn seriousness??" she yelled loud enough for the culprit to hear, turning around to spot the person and eagerly pushing her way to this death-marked human being. "Is your aiming that bad? Is it even legal to let you out with some stupid water gun?? How old are you, five?!-" And the rant went on and on and on ...
Posted: Jun 1 2018, 08:39 PM
© Pheli [she,her] // Offline
The first question would be 'how the hell did Max end up two hours away from Seoul in Pohang?'. The next would probably be 'why was he there??'. These were things that he asked himself as he stepped off the train by himself and gazed up at the sky and turned his head to take in the area surrounding him. The people, the place.... none of it familiar. Not a single person or thing. And that was...
Reflected in the mirror
I’m a maze. My insides are reflected in my mirror, no... Where can I find it? For once I wish I could see myself, I keep looking for it. I don’t even know who I am. I just did as I was told in the memories. What is the path I must go on? Don’t ask, just run first...
Posted: Jun 10 2018, 01:05 PM
© lavy [she/her] // Offline
Io, as self-proclaimed and generally proven coach potato, wasn't really picky about her appearance - in the end, she tried her best not to look like she hadn't left the house for three days (which was sometimes, to be honest, just the case), and she had a decent style, however.
It wasn't like she would really mind in case her clothes got dirty.
But of course, a good rule always had one or more exceptions.
The first one was that she wasn't in a good mood in first place.
The second one was being shot right in the back, without having the least to do with such childish things as a water gun battle.
The third one - and this was the most important - was being called an ugly bitch.
As said, she wasn't primarily vain - but now, facing the other person, listening to his voice, having his words on listen-on-repeat ... perhaps, she was a little bit vain.
Instinctively closing her eyes tight, she couldn't avoid to get an entire load of water into her face. Standing still, she was already swearing in her mind during the midst of being attacked, and slowly ... yeah, there was the urge to possess a Death Note right now.
Opening her eyes as the attack stopped, she realized she could spare a Death Note. She would be a Death Scythe on her own.
She already felt some blackish traces of her very light eye make-up running down her cheeks, cursing herself for even using make-up (it was so useless in the end) and even using some cheap not-waterproof stuff she found somewhere.
Wiping the water out of her face (and indeed ruining her face even more), the girl hadn't much time to care about this before already stepping to that stupid little brat-
-oh, she would teach him who she was.
"ALRIGHT YOU STUPID TINY JERK OF A GNOME-" she couldn't help but to yell at that not-so-much-taller person, her hands reaching out in fury, perhaps ready to struggle this existence to mere death - one could say that Io looked indeed terrifying now, her hair partly wet, her face decorated with black lines, her eyes in anger. It was for sure that she wouldn't let it simply pass by.