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the hospital is a mess; she loves it.

there are still tendrils of anger lingering, even in their subdued state. the girls have huddled together in a group, even the stragglers, chaeyoung on the very end of that group - one of them is crying on the other side, and someone else is attending to her. these girls are shaken up and not unharmed, but they still pale in comparison to the men at the bar. those, she is pleased by.

the staff have taken to attending to them in order of severity, most of the men who’d had enough sanity to drag themselves to the hospital being tended to now. that’s where she reads the most anger - someone is fuming, almost deadly if she didn’t know that whoever was inside was incapacitated already. it’s a white-hot malice emanating from the room, one so strong that she can feel it from the waiting room and pinpoint exactly where it’s coming from.

there’s still fun in that, she thinks. the girls are starting to be called in, and chaeyoung gives them as warm a smile as she can when they go, a false reassurance. the group is halved, weakened, and one of the men emerge from the makeshift room. but her only target is the one whose anger is almost tangible; chaeyoung is waiting for him to come out, for him to be her catalyst.

she pushes her aura out just a little, just enough to encompass the waiting room, barely there but already she can see some of them getting restless, uncomfortable, the tension pacing around the room, waiting to strike. one of the boys clenches and reclenches his fists, squeezing until his fingers are white and then releasing, the itch to fight reignited; on the other side, a girl pushes away another, fingernails ‘accidentally’ scraping her upper arm.

she’s laid the tinder; she’s waiting for the spark now. as if on cue the door to the room she’s marked opens, the beaten up individual loping towards the waiting room. it’s a surprise - it’s the meek-mannered man who often patronises their club and rarely joins in - but chaeyoung is not against it. she presses harder, her aura solidifying around the room in a thick cloud of anger. her spark is oddly nervous, weak. perhaps she needs to press a little harder.

but her number lights up on the screen and so she stands, disappointed. her fun will have to wait, she supposes, and she knocks on the door twice before entering.

The sound of panic, the fear reflecting in these mundane people’s eyes ... there was something so thrilling about it. Or perhaps it was all a twisted perception of the world seen in the darkest of lights through the lenses Sungjin’s ‘world’. Nobody would be keen enough to notice the small subtle curves that pulled at the corner of his lips, arching up only to reveal the slightest of glee. He reveled in their pain, their anguish - ate it up as if he was a God who determined their fate. As a doctor, the man should prioritize lives, value them. But Sungjin was unconventional to say the least. Their lives were worth shit to him. Their sufferings gave him pleasure, he wanted them to erase themselves from the world. This was a normal thought process for such a wicked man. 

“This doesn’t bode well for you, I’m afraid the results are negative,” Sungjin murmured. When were they not was the question? He waited for the patient’s eyes to dilute, to widen. They’d drop to there knees eventually, or perhaps they’d break into a sob. Some reeked of overwhelming desperation that they sought out any sort of remedy - no matter how absurd. Sungjin was careful in his manner. He chose to kill in the most inconspicuous ways. Their emotions must be poisoned first before their body, that was how the human psyche worked. They truly needed to believe they were on the brink of death and that only the slightest window of hope existed. A false mirage that banked on a fear of death. It was natural to be afraid but Sungjin didn’t care. He never signed up for the job to give two shits about life. He did it for his own sadistic games, a role he hid well for the other incompetent fools in the department. He was as talented as he was cruel. All he had to do was save one person every so often on a whim before letting the rest perish to their unfathomable doom. 

“Are you sure? I don’t think this is true I mean it’s out of nowhere!” The patient exclaimed. 

Sungjin remained calm, he’d have to address the manner slowly for them to process. On occasion he had to deal with troublesome people who had the audacity to demand for his certification. But he was one of the best in the whole damn place, a rising ‘protege’ as some of his idiotic coworkers would say. And he’d convince them, persuade them to believe every word he said. Tough cases, failure of certain organs, weakening of cells - a list of medical terms pulled from his head like a dictionary as he spewed it out. They’d come more often and he’d poison them overtime until the residue of his work deteriorated their body. He matched his killing toxins to each person’s dirty habit. From alcoholics to smokers to drug addicts, he had a method for each. 

He dismisses the patient, knowing full well that this was only the third person he dealt with all day and there was still a longer list of more worthless names. He heard the knock - a small sigh parting from his lips. Remain focused, breathe, do not allow yourself to indulge in rage. 

“Come in.”

He couldn’t wait for his next victim. 

madness makes two

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his facial structure is un-fucking-believable. 

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Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a f*#king sharp knife to it.

Banksy (via wordsnquotes)

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avtsunmi:

for @avtsungjin.

the faint sound of chatter and glass clinking surrounds her, the lights behind the drinks casting a glow over her despite the overall dim lighting of the bar. she heads over to the left end of the bar, refilling a man’s glass of shiraz. 

a laugh leaves her crimson tinted lips after she contributes to a discussion with a witty comment before returning to the middle, where she picks up an uncompleted conversation with a regular.

then, a bar stool screeches and she looks over to the source of the sound, her lips tugging into a smirk when the face of the customer registers in her mind. 

memories of unspoken greetings, brief meetings, experimentation, and murder in a secluded estate in the woods play back, so she halts her ongoing conversation to greet the new customer.

her hands are stained with the blood of his parents, so surely, he would remember her just as well as she remembered him.

there is no denying the confidence and excitement in her step, the teasing remarks just waiting to escape. but patience is key, so she starts off simple. she stops before him, both hands on the bar and a smile on her lips. 

like the atropa belladonna, beautiful on the surface but deadly within.

“what can i get for you tonight?”

From the beers to the glass flutes, the place was rancid of alcohol. Not that the man approaching particularly minded, rather he inhaled it through his nose as if to ingest the fumes like his life essence depended on each flagrant particle. But unlike the other decrepits and rejects entrenched in the bars, Sung Jin came with a purpose.

And that purpose came in the form of a knock off slut who looked like a special edition barbie doll for the homeless. He knew the woman. Well he knew of the woman. It was beyond him to associate with the devil’s bitch. She played her part well, her face writhing in an expression to seduce and tempt; collecting their coins like tokens to death. He despised her. To put it simply, she was the reason why he had no parents. Because she was a murderess. 

A harpy was at most what he’d call her. Medusa even. Sung Jin was aware of her powers - he had been a first hand witness to her ‘work’. But it wasn’t until he honed in on his own abilities and researched her endlessly did he finally show up in her path. He was going to kill her. Just as ruthlessly and cruelly as he she did to his father, his mother - the crumpled bodies of their empty carcasses disposed onto the ground to collect flies.

“Are you always full of shit?” his voice husky as his expression betrayed no amusement to her stupid smile, “must be hard being emotionally constipated.”

— alibi.

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Hello~ I’m Emma and extremely hyped to be here, I’m also the one behind Sungjin who’s a poison generator. He’s also currently working as a Doctor (be it not a very good one but still, a doctor’s a doctor aye.) Anyways, his parents were scientists who were brutally murdered by the mutant they were experimenting on. He loved them even though his own mother and father tested on him as a science project. To cut to the chase, Sungjin is a mess of a human being and if you’re into angst and pain, he’d be one to interact with. He’s an angry wreck. he has a lot of emotional baggage and welp, he needs a lot of help.

Anyways feel free to check out his bio. There’s a lot of trigger warnings so viewers discretion is advised. But yea I’d appreciate it a lot if you hit me up either through Tumblr IMs or contact me on discord Em #3786. I also have skype but please privately message me for that info! Thanks <3 can’t wait to rp! 

p.s. the gif is so dorky compared to his actual character but it’s cute so that’s all that matters haha. also some details about him under this read more.

- is totally against smiles because hes an angry ball of rage - isn’t really a doctor to be a doctor. mainly enjoys being one so he watch ppl suffer, cuz he’s highkey a sadist??? - participates in an eclectic mess of sins from drinking, gambling, scr*wing ... he’ll do it all - has a pretty negative mindset on life but can u blame a kid who never really had a childhood? - really twisted view of love and what it means - when he gets attached to something or someone, he’s extremely possessive  - kinda halfway down the path of being labeled ‘evil’  - indifferent to dead people or deaths in general. I mean he kinda carries on his life with a “f*ck it if I die, I die. lifes short and bitter.” 

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In alcohol’s defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb shit completely sober.

Dimitri Karamazov, The Brothers Karamazov (via paedme)

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what i mean when i say i’m sharpening my oyster knife

I mean I eat them alive, what I mean is I’ll eat you alive,

— Eve L. Ewing, from Electric Arches

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★ ·.·´¯`·.·★ [ Sung Jin Park ] ★·.·´¯`·.·★