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he tries not to think in silent moments like these. the rare times where he can actually hear his footsteps or the low hum of the sever rooms. he’s done too much thinking these days with the constant calls for a job. it’s something new everyday with the same outcome. it’s exhausting. and with this thoughts exercising his mind since wake, all he wants to do now is shut off for once, while this moment is strangely peaceful. seowon steps into the break room, thankfully not finding anyone there. has the universe finally turning to his favor? or will it somehow bring it crashing down once he feels at ease? too many questions for someone who doesn’t want to think. he shakes the thought away with a glass of cold water and sits down on one of the lounge sofas near the corner. he brings the cup to his lips, his eyes starring intensely at the door, prepared for someone to pop by. it had to happen sometime, right? he stares until there was nothing left in the cup, bringing a miraculous sigh from his lips.

“finally.” he mumbles to himself, stretching his arms out accompanied with a yawn. perhaps this time he could get some sleep, finally.

She's anything but passive, even if it comes at the expense of being practically incapable of staying still. With her allocated work for the moment complete and filed away, it leaves Saeeun with empty hands and a train of thought that speeds on. Today calls for more tinkering with a new idea she’s got for a gadget, so she takes her clutter of odds and ends to the break room. 

Unexpectedly then, she pops in through the door from the back like some Jack in the Box kind of deal, complete with the springs and foolishly wide grin to match. “Sunbae! Didn’t expect to find you here.” Saeeun tries her absolute best to bow without letting anything fall, but to no avail—the bucket dips slightly, and out spills some tools.  “Shoot!” 

Down the bucket goes with a bang. Just as carelessly, they’re tossed back in. Silent moments around her? Fat chance. 

「NO REST FOR THE WICKED」

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abjiho‌:

( KKT : Q ) ( msg ) finished all my paperwork ( msg ) the vending machine is broken ( msg ) and this hound won’t fuck off ( msg ) [ img ]

( KKT Bond ) lucky! i’m still stuck processing files 😢 ( KKT Bond )  if i remember correctly i included a cone of shame feature on the dominator  ( KKT Bond ) 😨 ( KKT Bond ) did you try kicking it three times like last time?? 

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u single

are you planning on setting me up with someone, boss? 😮

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just letting y’all know i’ll be slowish til wednesday cause i’m going on a road trip :’) will do my best to reply to things + starters via mobile but if anyone’s interested in doing rapidfire script/extensive plotting just lmk!

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yaaay we’re finally here 🎈 so nice to meet y’all :’) i’ll be playing division one’s junior analyst and resident techie kang saeeun! as far as pages go, i have a mini profile as well as a general rundown on her background and psyche, but if you keep on reading there’s a quick summary and some possible plots.

give the heart a lil click if you’d like me to hop into your dm’s with some ideas, or simply feel free to hit me up if any of the prompts below interest you! thanks team ♡

24 year old KAIST graduate who’s been part of the squad for the past 1.5 years

sibyl seemed to value legacy upkeep in her case so she’s just doing what her parents have and are doing as engineers themselves

was she expecting a job in law enforcement though? hell naw

did she end up taking it up anyway? hell yeah

naturally curious, especially so when she’s closer to the heart of the sibyl system in ways she realizes and doesn’t; currently just a subject of distant fascination

because toying around with dominators and other fun gear is her main purpose here

from a techie point of view this is obviously rewarding work if you don’t think too hard about the questionable ethics involved

which she inevitably thinks about anyway when the thought pops up once in awhile

but then dives back into work like it never crossed her mind in the first place!

parents are lowkey a little concerned with her placement, but there’s a reason why her work life and personal life remain incredibly separate

not a workaholic but enjoys keeping busy because otherwise it’s just her and her overactive brain with its overactive thoughts and that can get pretty overwhelming

personality overall: spunky, lowkey trivial, unintentionally comical, a rambler

not a latent criminal, crime coefficient stays relatively low (being away from the line of fire tends to help a lot here)

seems to never ever be sitting down, and if she is it’s on the floor/tabletop/exercise ball in her work space tldr anything but a chair

most likely eating or chewing on something if she’s not running maintenance or errands

the perfect wingwoman in all situations legal or illegal (though “perfect” is obviously subjective)

plots*

close companion: peter to her ned or alternatively, the scully to her mulder

opposites: “what the hell are you? the energizer bunny?”

enforcer(s) who she’d been acquainted with before they were branded latent criminals

an inspector who thought she was too eager to please initially, and maybe that’s resolved now? or it remains as such?

anyone who hit it off with saeeun right off the bat and it’s developed as a lowkey mentor-mentee relationship

past: a drunken one night stand before her first day on the job and to sae’s surprise and absolute horror the other party works here too (selective)

enforcer(s) who are around her age or younger to compare/contrast how their lives panned out; said differences (depending on what they are) are what drive their dynamic and/or thoughts of each other

you like laughing and she makes you laugh. it’s that simple.

“so i need this thing fixed it’s wack” “so i need this account hacked” “so i need a snack”

*note: if none of these work out for you i’m also 100% open to brainstorming!

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And so, sooner than you think, this afternoon you consider an afternoon of the apocalypse, will seem nothing but a melancholy afternoon, an afternoon of loneliness lost in memory: Nature’s mirror. Or maybe you’ll forget it. Rain, weeping, your footsteps resounding on the cliff-walk. They don’t matter. Right now you can cry and let your image dissolve on the windshields of cars parked along the Boardwalk. But you can’t lose yourself.

Roberto Bolaño, from “Rain,” The Romantic Dogs (New Directions, 2008)

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There’s a fine line between sanity and the throws of oblivion— In theory.

Among these parts, most bite the bullet before they even have the milliseconds to realize. A blink and they’re staring down the barrel, then bang. It’s over.

The optics involve little of the bigger picture at hand. The slippery slope judgement of a human brain on overdrive versus the iron fist of an AI god. Nothing to show for it in the aftermath but red slush for remains and a clean-up call.

But for every body obliterated, there’s a hand that delivers the blow. For better or worse, it’s never so literal.

Not when it’s so, so much easier than that.

The Dominator is held firm in her grip, the blue-tooth connection to Sibyl cut off, rendering it to what any other ordinary firearm should be. Index on the trigger, she considers ideas that go beyond the simple task of re-wiring. Like how this is all it takes. A single press of her finger, and it’d be over for her too, if her mind was to ever cross that fine line between this brightly lit cubicle and a dizzying spiral into the dark.

Absently, Saeeun raises it to her temple. mimics the reading in her brain, both in number and consequence. In theory, there should be no surprises.

An hour passes before she puts it to the test. This time, the gun blinks blue.

“Crime coefficient: under sixty. No actions required. The Dominator will remain locked.”

Bingo.