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once upon a time ;

his steps were aimless, one in front of the other– again, and again, and again. his destination was unknown even to himself, but he had felt the need to spend his free time at least not in the uneventful place of his household. with his head lowered, his gaze to the pavement, his hands dug deep into his jeans' front pockets, and no one giving the man with the dark mien the least bit of their attention, he simply treaded while keeping quiet— his silence blending in with the cacophony of noises. frankly, that was just fine with him. he enjoyed the eeriness that is his solitude in most moments like these.

although he had passed a few restaurants on his stroll, he plainly ignored such. his jabberwock of an appetite wasn't fighting for a plate to eat, which was already odd enough. yet, his mind does not linger on what could be the reason of so. he just continues to walk, the thought of people not even glancing at his direction consumed the grey folds of his thoughts instead. it was a comforting kind of loneliness.

he wasn't tired, but the humidity got to him. droplets of sweat trickled down the expanse of his nape, and so he had sworn to himself that no matter what the next air conditioned place that he passes by, he was to enter.

finally, a fairly sized establishment contained within glass walls came into sight. seen through them were not so much people, as soohyuk preferred, and shelves that towered containing quite the variety of books. his steps came to a halt by the doorstep of the bookstore (as he's presumed), and hesitated for a few moments. with a soft sigh escaping his slightly parted lips, he raised his feet to the first of the two-step stairs that would lead to inside of the shop.

he pushed on the door slowly, careful not to make a sound with the chimes attached to the archway. cold air hit his pallid skin, and a small smile quirked on his pair of thin lips at the feeling of so. he continued on, and further in, until the breeze from the air conditioning unit enveloped him as a whole.

it took him a few moments before snapping out of that trance, and realizing where his feet had taken him. his eyes scanned through the vicinity, a face unconsciously pulling at the set of obnoxiously thick books that were arranged on the shelves. he made a mental note not to even approach that place, instead walking the opposite direction. towards the children's section— but he didn't really know that.

bright colored covers with eye catching illustrations filled the covers of the books that reside in that area. far more interesting than those opposite the area, he mused, while his hand idly pulled out a few ones to give the exterior a closer inspection. when one caught his attention, though, he pulled it out fully from the shelf and lay it across its top. he blinked, fingers running over the embed lettering, as he read aloud, "j-jack a-and jill.." after much of a struggle, and a squint of his eyes to the point of its corner's crinkle, he then repeated, "jack and jill." he pursed his lips into a thin line, taking a moment before actually choosing to flip the cover, revealing the first and second page. he leaned over to be able to read the already conveniently large text, unaware that a pair of eyes were to set on him in the next few moments.

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in the mumble of a single sound from the lady's mouth, he could feel a shiver run down the length of his spine. his right eye did a quick and impulsive twitch, his right hand moved to run down his left arm, supposedly to calm down his tension from the obvious fact that whoever this person is in front of him knew who he was. what he was. there was this coat of blatant knowing mixed in with her playful tonality, and that somehow scared him.

it was only then that he could gather the guts to raise his head, averting his gaze to whoever it was that seemed to look past the human visage of his. he took in her features, one by one, under the blinding lights of various colors that shone around them. after a few moments of an intent stare down from him through eyes that seethed with this natural yet unusual charisma, he finally recognized who it was-- him. that fox.

a breathy and humorless laugh escaped his lips. he was rather surprised that she hadn't payed a visit sooner to this prominent, spiffy bar that he had been working at for over a week, or two, now. unable to rake the proper words to enunciate from his mind, he merely hung his mouth agape while looking at her through a squinted gaze. her countenance was that of a beautiful maiden's as of now, though. that was simply undeniable. in fact, there was this point of attraction-- but then again, which male in the right mind wouldn't be allured? perhaps, if not for the fact that he knew what she (--though in the back of his mind, he believed it would be most proper to address the fox as a he instead) was merely hiding under the mask of this visage, then he would have probably proclaimed his genuine thoughts of the lady being beautiful.

"Reynard." the name flowed out almost effortlessly, without much of the usual struggle he experiences. it was always one of his very little amount of mischievous vices to get on this person's nerves. he liked to think that they were friendly with each other to some extent, though there wasn't much of an exchange of words between them. just the fact that he came across someone like him, a fable and under the adversary alike, in what he labeled his horrid place of work made him rid of that feeling of being alone, even if it was only for a short moment like so. lost in his mess of thoughts, he watched as she toyed around with the drink he had previously prepared for her, before actually taking a sip. hearing out her comment, he pulled his shoulders up into a brief shrug, then crossed his long and slender arms across his chest. 

"Y-you could a-always get one... s-since he..." he trailed off, finding it frustrating how the rivulet of his words were stumbling upon every other word. instead, to get his message across, he gesticulated his hand towards the older man who he worked with, who was still obviously ogling her, before rolling his eyes. looking back at her, he offered just a small smile-- a mere quirk of a corner of his set of thin and pallid lips-- before again attempting to speak. "F-funny seeing you a-around here for t-the first t-time.." his leer widened, proud that he finished his statement on his own. with a quick raise of a brow, his expression became different from the usual; somehow, he looked a tad playful despite the usual dark look that he had on.

fox's night out ;

The music was loud. Very, very loud, really, and much too boisterous to suit her rather picky preference. It would’ve been more tolerable if she knew the words to the songs that constantly pounded in her head while she waited for her drink to be finished, but she was never one to listen to the Billboard’s top 40—or worst 40, in her opinion, those Mundanes would not know what music was when it was staring them right in the face. The lyrics were obnoxious, filled with badly written poetry that could’ve made one of her acquaintances—Neruda, was it?—cringe and turn while in his grave. The beats were all over the place, broken without proper reason, and to be quite honest, everything was just giving her a damned headache.

Ah, the toils an alcoholic goes through just to get her fix.

Her drink took quite longer than she had expected it to be made, yet she was quite amused at the rather peculiar exchange the two males had while preparing her order. Her eyes were used to the dark, and it was quite obvious that the perky Mundane had the hots for her—well, who in their right mind wouldn’t; she was breathtakingly gorgeous in this form—and was just pushing around his rather tall co-worker to get a better look at her visage. Ever the charmer, Siyeon managed a small wink at the young lad, a seemingly innocent gesture that hid a hypnotizing compulsion that would force the unknowing Mundane to give her the drink for free. Dazed, the lad walked over to the register, pressed some buttons on its flat-screen, and from there the Mademoiselle knew that her tab was free and opened for the length of this dancey night. 

A satisfied grin erupted upon her lips, bloodied red with just the right amount of rouge for a small night out. Chrome eyes lidded with kohl then traveled towards the other bartender, his back facing her—unfortunate, really, but she’ll see soon enough—and her grin turned sly when his aura screamed nothing but Fable. She’d have to peer into his eyes to see who hid behind the Mundane acade, but the thought of a Fable serving her for the night was rather delightful. The male seemed adept in his art, arms fluid as he sloshed on the drinks inside the crystal glass, and movements graceful as he gave the mudder a shake. Siyeon leaned forward, her elbow resting on the counter, a loose knuckle cradling her chin as she watched. Only when she felt the other turning that she moved back just a bit, giving ample space for the glass to be put before her, and her head slowly tipping up to check who this server Tale was.

“Oh.” The Mademoiselle bit down her lip, stifling an oncoming chuckle as her mystery Fable was finally revealed. She knew quite well who this Tale was—as the shapely male was part of the Adversary’s army; she was even one of those who cleaned up (or more likely, ordered other people to clean up) the mess of his beheading. The Jabberwock, beheaded by Alice only to be resurrected by the Adversary himself; it was quite the amusing sight to see him mixing up drinks when he could barely even speak any language straight. But hey. His hands may have fared better than his throat in the fateful incident. “Well this is delightful.”

She forgave that one mistake he had made of not recognizing her at first glance; the dragon was not really known to be the brightest crayon in the box, so she would let it slide. But she recognized him quite well; the tell tale scar that peeked from beneath the choker he had worn was more than enough evidence to prove that she was right. Dainty fingers wrapped around the glass as she lifted it up, twirling the glass in her hands and watching the contents swirl around before she took a sip. “My. If I knew you were the one serving, I would’ve ordered a flaming shot instead.”

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The blade went snicker snatch!

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Massacre.

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int{oxic}ate ;

the dj hastened the pace of the song that was playing, setting everyone into a trance of utter recklesness when it came to movement. in soohyuk’s eyes, it was almost inhumane. that is definitely not dancing anymore. that is just a mere flailing of one’s head that could somehow lead to a head concussion, if done profusely and aimlessly.

amidst the chaos was an extremely calm soohyuk, using a rug to wipe over the counter each time even just a single drip of alcohol spilled onto the expanse of its top. he did so with a somewhat aggravated countenance, letting huffs of frustration escape his lips that was slightly agape for quite a time now. it was unrulier that the usual nights, everybody haphazardly bouncing to the beat of the music, already losing their fight with alcohol. he was sure that most, if not all, were in a state of over intoxication.

nobody had been paying much attention to the bar— even his coworker and boss were off and exchanging flirtatious retorts with a bunch of obviously tipsy females— so soohyuk was pretty much just there, watching every single tick of his wristwatch as if doing so would make its movement faster.

his presumption of no one else moving over to get a drink from the bar, though, was killed when a lady walked over and stood by the counter. she seemed different than the rest, though; her eyes had this visible glint of blatant curiosity, and it seems that she hasn't even had a drip of alcohol in her system. he blinked his eyes hard once, raking his stare away from her and finally snapping out of his trance, leaning over to grab a glass and eventually sliding a clean rug along and in it, then instinctively side shuffling over to be in front of her.

"W-what will you be having?" he inquired, having to move closer to her in order for her to hear his baritone of a voice in the thick of the music booming explosively from the speakers that surround them. he only presumed that she will be having a drink, since she was eyeing the colorful display of alcohol bottles that were contained in the cupboard that hung up at the wall behind him. he looked at her expectantly, a brow of his impulsively raising for a brief moment while he pulled back, idly continuing to sanitize that glass he had at hand.

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At thoughts of you, I can’t go to sleep at night I think of you with the moonlight and I confess my heart

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Riddle time? Do you enjoy riddles? Or do you prefer the silence instead? Oh, well. Do pay attention-- Jabberwock. Ahem. /clears its throat before enunciating its words for the stranger/ "One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past. And our world is ever upturned, so that yet some time we'll last."

soohyuk stared blankly at the faceless stranger, hearing out its words. idly, he raised a hand and let his index finger's tip graze over his nose twice, then let his arm lay limp by his side. "one by one we fall f-from heaven down into the d-depths of past. and our world is ever upturned, so that y-yet some time we'll last." he echoed its voice, making unnecessary stumbles with the words at a few points into the riddle. he kept that emotionless face on, eyes half-lidded as if he was to fall asleep at any time. he kept quiet, as if taking his time to think through for the answer, but then he finally mumbles, "I'm afraid I-I do not know," barely audible and in his low bass for a voice, "I d-don't like thinking, and s-straining my brain." in a deadpan tonality, then he walks away.

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if anything, soohyuk wasn't exactly so fond of this place he attends to on a nightly basis for the purpose of work. in fact, if it wasn't for the high paycheck they offered at that very bar, he would be off and about someplace much quieter with much less people— a place that would fit his liking. alas, he still has the appetite of a jabberwock, and the jobs offered to him of a lower income simply wouldn't suffice what he would be needing for a night's meal. he was only so grateful that he was girded with a few skills when it came to handling most materials in pair of newly acquired hands. he not only made a killer blowjob— with the aide of his own flame, of course– he also knew how to put on quite a show for those nights he needed a little extra.

while there were fewer people than the usual inside the bar, soohyuk just idly stood there, his hands moving towards the rug to give the already clean counter a bootless wipe, perhaps out of boredom. a huff of wonderment escaped his lips every time those people dressed in extravagant clothing, peppered with an exageration of accesories that dangled here and there, strut into the bar. he stifled his expression of disgust for those with make up— paint, he would often label— that was a tad overdone.

he was snapped out of his trance when his coworker— an extremely lively mundane– nudged him by the shoulder. he turned to him with a blank expression on, one that says he wasn't really up for hearing out one of his pointless rants, or rating the girls that walked passed the counter. "strawberry mojito, on the rocks." the older man stated with an obnoxious smile, handing him a shallow plate and a glass of medium height. with a sigh, he gave a nod, before proceeding to make the drink. he did it nonchalantly, sliding the ingredients in before crushing it all in with a muddler afterwards. he filled the glass halfway with ice before pouring in the liquid that was in the other container, then put a straw in, and finally put a decorative strawberry along the rim of the glass.

with the drink at hand, he turned back to look at the man beside him, ogling people that passed by as usual. "To w-who..." he said, in a demanding tone rather than a questioning one. he gestured his head for a brief moment towards a lone lady who sat by one of the stools. he rolled his eyes at his coworker, giving him an aggressive nudge to the side before walking off with that drink at hand. he tipped his head slightly while he slid it over to her. he gave just a slight smile, and a barely audible utter— "Enjoy."

{{ fox's night out

The night was young, the boutique was closed, and the fox wanted to be out and about. There was nothing like a little whiskey in her system before she retired to her chambers, yet the Mademoiselle found herself craving for more. Some lights, some sounds, some dances, perhaps? Seoul’s nightlife was something that she had always found fascinating, and whatever remained of her dreary soul was calling out for some raving. Well that is decided. Siyeon was going out, and she was going out in style.

She decided to play it skimpy, donning a gold, sequined bodycon that hugged all her curves in the proper places. Her feet were adorned with five-inch black Louboutins, and from her ears dangled chandelier drops. Her hair was tousled, its curly waves cascading beautifully down one side of her shoulder. There. All set. Dressed to kill, maybe even literally.

The drive to the club wasn’t much of a hassle in the peculiar day, and her Audi did not have much of a hard time getting to the nearest club in the vicinity. Long-legs flaunted, she stepped out, sashayed into the doors, the burly bouncers immediately pulling up the cord for her. VIP treatment was easy when you were a charmer. And the social status boosted it up even more.

“Strawberry mojito, on the rocks, please.” She ordered, a digit raising up as she slid unto one of the stools in the bar. The bartender gave her a curt nod, his smile wonderfully flirtatious, and Siyeon was glad to return the favor with a light scoff. With a slight twirl, she faced the half-empty club, chrome eyes glinting for any Mundane she could get for some entertainment for the night. 

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

atop a sturdy branch of what could be one of the oldest yew tree around the area, soohyuk was merely watching the very few people that passed by the subtly disclosed area through half lidded eyes. when he was sure that it would only take him a few more passing moments before fully dozing off, a soft thump towards the trunk of that very tree startled him. he tilted his head down, seeing a small robot with an annoying smile painted in bright ceramic paint bumping into the expanse of the tree. with a soft sigh, he pushed himself off, feet coming in contact with the ground in a firm posture within only a few moments after doing so.a glint of interest could be seen in his gaze. he shifted the weight of his head to the side, and arched a brow while eyeing the machine quietly, watching as it aimlessly bumped its metal based body into the tree's trunk— again, and again, and again. "O-odd.." he mumbled, before leaning down with an arm stretched out, his slender fingers wrapping themselves carefully around the base, and eventually picking it up and bringing it close to his face, for a nearer inspection of the object. it didn't stop the movement of its legs and arms as it was lifted from the ground."ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?" it inquired in an aggravating, high pitched tone. soohyuk looked at it with now a flustered expression, unsure of what to do. "ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?" in the same tonality, it resounded. "ROBOTS OR DINO--;" before the robot could even finish, soohyuk raised it in his hand, and flung it into the river. a small splash conjured, and soohyuk merely flinched at some droplets of water splattering towards his direction.he blinked profusely, keeping his lips pursed into a thin line before glancing at his wristwatch, finding that it's time he attend to work. he turned on his heel, walking in a slouched stance, giving the now drowning robot one last glance before pulling his shoulders up into a shrug and consorting to his own business.

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❡ lee soohyuk ; jabberwock ; bartender ; knight for the adversary originally from alice through the looking glass, first published by lewis caroll in 1871

A NEW CHARACTER ; The jabberwock is, strong, and fierce—a man eater. His human exterior, though, fails to give off that aura.

Instead, he is girded with the mien of a darker entity. with his head pretty much lowered whenever he’s walking around, both hands slid deep into his pockets. He barely talks—with the fear that the words will instead drag themselves up his throat into a mortifying and somewhat awkward stutter (due to the fact that it’s pretty much his first time experiencing the ability to speak instead of letting out illogical growls like before)—and when he does, he’s laconic and concise.

He’s usually just lean and observant, not given much attention since there wasn’t even a single hint of his being the jabberwock visible, except for that ugly scar embedded on his neck. he usually covers that up—with a choker, a scarf, various accessories, or by simply wearing turtlenecks. He’s passive, not quick to retort to whatever negative comments catapulted his way, if ever. He just pretty much lets things happen. his patience is a very long strand of the thickest string. If you do somehow get on his nerves, though, expect the jabberwock in him to emerge. It isn’t very likely to happen, though. his temper was never a problem to him after all.

AND SO THE STORY BEGINS ;His teeth were stained with permanent splatters of red, the favorite color of the queen that favored him not only as a pet, but as one of her highest ranked mercenaries. His talons have clawed through numerous suits of the heaviest armor, and have effortlessly torn apart the flesh of those fated cruelly, having angered the red queen. It was like that for the longest time– he had been deemed the monster that every single soul in underland had feared.

As to why he faithfully stood by the red queen’s side, it’s because she was the only one who took him in consideration. While everyone writhed in fear at the mere sound of the jabberwock’s name, she took him in, tamed him, and treated him as her own. Her words were to the point that it made him feel like he was invincible– immortal, even. But of course, he knew that somewhere at the back of his mind that one day his fate will take its turn for the worst.

What he didn’t expect, that it would be in the hands of an unlikely little girl.

It was frapjuos day; all had assembled on a chessboard-like terrain, the jabberwock being the front man of the red army. the red queen had warned him that this battle would be one of the most testing of his real strength, and that he will be the main target of most if nor all knights of the white army. At the same time, though, she assured him that he would be able to devour whoever it is the white army would be using against him this time around.

Yet, when he saw the armor-clad little girl of blonde locks as the one who stood in front of the army of the white queen, he pretty much humored and took the whole battle lightly. Yet, what the chimera overlooked is the blade that the girl was endowed with—the vorpal sword. That very rapier was deemed the enemy of the jabberwock.

A struggle of a fight between the two, it seems the battle wasn’t to be as easy as the mighty jabberwock had presumed. the little girl flung to and fro, everywhere, swinging the blade haphazardly at his direction. The girl managed to slit the tongue of the jabberwock, leaving him stunned for a moment, twisting in pain on the ground. An opening for the little girl, who was catapulted into the air. She latched her arms strongly around the slender neck of the jabberwock, then proceeded to slide the razor edge along its expanse. “off with his head!”, she had yowled, and those were the last words that the jabberwock heard—it haunts him even up to this very moment, echoing in his head over and over, as if threatening to happen again, as if Alice Liddell was out to get him once more.

He drew breath, and fluttered his eyes open to the sight of an extravagantly lit room, his back against the cold stone-based floor. Through squinted eyes, the silhouette of a group of people was all that he could make out.

It felt all too different. At that very moment, he knew that he wasn’t in his old, hideous exterior as before. He lifted his hand, and brought it up to be in line with his vision, and was shook at the sight. sitting up while bringing his trembling hands in front of him, he opened his mouth, and a small yelping sound conjured from his newly acquired throat that enabled him to speak. There was this certain twinge on his neck—a scar. Perhaps a remembrance that the blade of the volpus had made contact with his flesh at one point, perhaps?

A deal, he was proposed—they knew of his astonishing skills when it came to the battlefield. They offered him immortality, and the chance to be once again alive and treading on this new terra, as well as the undeniably dashing visage of a human . With the most grateful heart, he accepted.

Accepted! Please make your account within forty-eight hours.

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