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She tilts her head back, the fear in her turning to frustration. How the hell is she supposed to get out of this situation without hurting the other? And it sounds like the female is determined to get rid of her one way or another. The witch furrows her brows when she mentions the missing people. The same people she's been looking for the moment she discovered there's another witch ( or witches ) behind them. "I am not part of a coven!" Her grandmother was a witch. Her witchy side skipped a generation, and her granddaughter got the powers, and since her passing, the red - haired has dealt with the side on her own -- once in a while getting answers from her mother, who knows some things. "Look..." Oh, she's gonna regret her next words. "I'm gonna come out, hands behind my back, so I can't do anything, okay?" Probably the stupidest idea, but she's willing to try. Carefully and slowly, with her hands behind her back, she gets up from her hiding spot to come face to face with the person who is hunting her. "If I were part of a coven, I wouldn't be alone."

Yvette's never held any type of conversation with what she's hunting before, not like this anyway. The way they repeat the word, like they've never heard of it before or like it isn't true, resonates in her. But only because there's a sincerity behind it she's never heard when going after supernatural beings. It's off-putting and weird -- she can't help but wonder if this is a new ploy to get the upper hand. And as a box is launched in her direction, Yvette ducks barely in the nick of time, scraping her knees in the process. It must be a tactic, is her only thought. "I don't need to know you to know what you are," she breathes out evenly. Her eyes continue to scan the area in front of her, hoping to catch a glimpse of the monster she's pursuing. "Enough people's been going missing and it has your kind written all over it. There's no point in playing innocent - you're a part of that same coven, aren't you?"

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She opens her mouth, ready to claim she doesn't rage, but there are enough clips on the internet where she quietly rages and is toxic to other players ( she's only toxic if someone else is first, and she's playfully toxic with her friends ). "You can't say you weren't raging at the clawing machine as well." Which makes her wonder what he will be like when they end up playing? Will he be raging or pouting if they have a losing streak and their ranks go down? Or will he be neutral about it? Either way, it will be something she's looking forward to seeing.

"Okay, do I give the vibe I rage the entire stream?" The female inquires with a curious tone in her voice, and with a tilt of her head, she looks at him while at the same time, Yoomi reaches for the cup where the teokkbokki is and puts a couple in her mouth. "This is good." It's a side comment, which is said when she pays her whole attention to the food and puts more of it in her mouth. "But once in a while, I play Final Fantasy, the online version." The femme admits, a rather seepish smile tugging at her lips, and it takes a second for her to turn to look at Seonjun again once hearing he mentions the famous game. "Did you play Pokémon Go?"

     unable to stop a chuckle to emit from him at the sight of her gesturing to his stance, hand rising up to scratch along the back of his nape  ;  having heard once or twice before that he could pull off a cosplay of sova  —-  creative side just not present in him to ever attempt such a thing.  “ i will see it as a compliment, so thanks ~ ”  a more flustered smile shortly appears, causing eyes to form crescents but it was all soon smoothened out to a softer appeal.  “ that, and i'd get to see you rage out to something else than the clawing machine. ”  although, both seojun and yoomi knew that he was the one having spent way over budget on a money eating machine but, reflecting was always easier than to admit the problem.

wasn't the first time he was at a venue and event like this, his introverted self always on edge to begin with but, it had also been the best way to form friendships with others like himself  ;  no judging eyes or weird reactions as to why he'd work with gaming  —-  others still not on the train for normalizing this sort of industry as a job. reaching the plastic stools and small tables to the side, he sat on one of them and then looked over to femme as she started listing the games she played on her own, making his eyes squint a little.  “ seriously  ?  no animal crossing, stardew valley ... to calm the mind after raging on stream all day ? ”  seojun himself always reaching for his go-to game, ever since he was a kid he had played these games  ;  owning each edition  ( very nerdy of him )  for the nostalgic times.  “ for me, it's pokemon. ” eating the tteokbokki, nodding a few times.

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As soon as the name is dropped, she looks over to see Camilla's reaction. And as soon as the other signals she can get rid of the pathetic human, the femme snaps the neck without any hesitation. She hasn't always been this brutal, but ever since discovering her father's side business, she started to rebel and search for different things to anger him ( and maybe she was a little jealous about her brothers' being involved, and she isn't ). She started to hang around people who aren't from the nicest side. And she's not afraid of them even when she should be. Maybe it is because Camilla is on her side or the fact that Naeun knows her father will go after them if something happens to her, even when they aren't on good terms. Watching the body drop on the ground, she takes a step back and glances at her company again. "I did. Kind of disappointed his blood tasted shit, but..." The femme nonchalantly shrugs before taking steps further away from the body. "What now? We go after Harrison?"

A guttural whimper leaves the blubbering man's lips. Camilla's lips sneer in disgust, reminding her again why she didn't like dealing with humans. They're all ants in comparison. Meaningless nothing beings. But at least all of the pair's pushing gets him to utter out a single name. Michaels. Harrison Michaels. Knowing they'd be dealing with yet another human and going through this process all over again, the demon's patience thins and dissipates. Her gaze cuts to Naeun, brows lifting in silent code: We're done with him. They doubt it would take more than that before the other would go back to her side of dealing with business - there's a reason Camilla's willing to work with the vamp. Once their partner handles the mess, their arms cross over their chest. She stares at the lifeless body at their feet. "What a waste of time," they sigh angrily. "I hope you got some entertainment out of that."

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closed one - liner for @fairytca

"Are we seriously doing this?!"

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Amazing! One less thing to search for. While he is busying himself with the map, she keeps an eye out, even dares to properly peek behind their hiding spot to see nothing but an empty square. There are still people screaming, something yelling, and once in a while it gets quiet to tell that something hasn't gotten a new victim. Her attention turns back to the stranger when he opens his mouth, and she glances at the map. She quickly saw a bigger version of it at the entrance when he came into the amusement park, so the layout is somewhat familiar to her. She doesn't like the distance between them and the closest bathroom. She doesn't like it that, at one point, they will be exposed, no cover. But they can sneak around. They will make it work. His mention that they should look for something to protect them causes Diana to look around. already trying to find something to hold. She's good at martial arts. "We can go this route, so we're not entirely exposed." The femme says once her attention has returned to the map, and her index finger is showing a route on the map, pointing at the stalls next to the route she planned. "We can see if they have anything that we can protect ourselves with." Her gaze turns entirely to the man now. "Can you defend yourself?" She needs to know it before they get out -- she needs to know, so she doesn't have to make sure he's still alive when they're out there, facing who knows what.

The lack of an ending to her sentence doesn't settle the unease in his gut. It's an absurd conclusion to draw, he knows, but it doesn't mean that there isn't an inkling of a '...but what if?' to his thoughts. It still didn't explain what the park - or whoever ran it - wanted. Was this all senseless in how its guests were being attacked or was this something organized and thought out? Not that either scenario would make this better. "A map..." he repeats before realizing he has one in his bag. "Oh, I have one of those map brochure things. Grabbed it for work - not that it matters." There wouldn't be a job to go back to if he couldn't escape this place alive. Zach's quick to swing his bag to his chest, pulling open the zipper to reach inside for the pamphlet. Opening it between them, he quickly scans over the map. "We're here I think," he says pointing to a spot near the haunted ship. "So that means the closest bathroom is.... Here." The location isn't nearby and his brows furrow as he takes in the few areas they'd have to pass through. There's also always the chance the bathrooms won't be clear of danger, but he's not quick to mention that under the circumstances. While he agrees with her plans, he isn't sure what either of them are going to be able to do if they run into trouble. "Maybe we need to, um, look for something to protect ourselves with before we hide out... We could end up being sitting ducks otherwise."

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Just like him, when his groin makes contact with hers, causing small friction through the fabric of their clothing, she sighs and makes her want more. She wants more of him. No. She has started to need it. One of her hands drops from his shoulder to his waist, fingers grasping on his shirt to pull it up just enough for the same fingers to come contact with his skin, all at the sane time while she arches her back, chest pressed against his and with slow movements, she rolls her hips, a quiet moan escaping from her mouth cause of the friction and the way she can feel his bulge. "I want you, Sohoo..." She mutters between the heated kiss, and carefully, she pushes him to lie down on the bed while her lips return to be in contact with his.

lips are motioning together in a sweet harmony, all while his hands was on a journey for themselves  —-  which soon settled onto curve of hips as dabin was guiding their stance to bed, which he obliged to sit on without much hesitation. with her positioning herself atop of him, there's a minor sigh erupting into their shared kiss as the palm of his hands now more boldly allowed to rest at femme's rear  ;  groping into globe and urging lower regions closer whereas the minor movement granted a sweet friction to his groin. one palm pushed upward along her torso, between bosom and letting slender digits wrap along side of her nape, kiss turning more eager which displayed the hunger sooho felt toward her. back straightened while his chest pressed forward, flushing against her own while hips angled upward in seek for further friction.

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closed starter for @tenderlove

When the buzzer rings, Yoomi doesn't want to get up. She doesn't have the energy to get up and greet whoever is behind the door. She doesn't even wonder who is behind there. She has let her friends know she can't be reached, but it could still be one of them to check up on her once the news reached out to them. Her dark hues turn to look at the time on her phone ( her lockscreen still being her and her ex ), and almost immediately, she gets up from the bed. Right, she ordered pizza. At least she hasn't lost her appetite. The femme doesn't even bother to add more clothing; just underwear and a baggy t - shirt that's hugging her body comfortably when she goes to open the door. Her face doesn't show any signs of crying ( she rarely cries ), but dark circles expose that she hasn't slept, and she extends her hand, a forced smile tugging to her lips when she greets the delivery guy.

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NAYEON yes, I am Nayeon behind

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"Well, you know, a guide that tells me what to do!" The femme exclaims while lightly raising the things in her hands up in the air. Sure, she has seen on TV how people have made fire and whatnot, but has it been real? Miyoung doubts it. It can't be that easy. Her gaze follows him when he comes closer, dark hues dropping to his bigger hands when they wrap around her smaller ones, and instead of really looking at what he's doing, her eyes are looking at his facial features. Though, of course, she catches herself and clears her throat before turning her attention to the motion he's guiding her hands to do. And when he crouches, she crouches next to him. "So make a spark underneath that thing so it will catch the grass on fire?" He made it sound easy. Maybe it is easy after all. Her gaze turns to the gloves, and she almost wants to laugh at the size of them. "Those are bigger than my hands! How am I supposed to make the spark with them in my hands?"

     “ luckily we will eat soon ... wood does make more sense. ” jisung figuring that in her center of panic, the words sprawling from her mouth had only solidified that she wasn't all too comfortable in with the task he had given her.  “ what kind of guide ? ” a subtle laughter, now knowing that she was a complete rookie regarding survival knowledge, only heightening the endearment that male felt toward her. jisung placed the bag down and walked over to her side, reaching up to allow slender digits to wrap around her smaller hands, showing how she's supposed to move the sharper edge onto the metal pole.  “ doing this creates sparks, which will eventually give a strong enough spark to then light this on fire. ” squatting down he placed the brought wood and then some dry easily flammable grass, which easier caught on fire than just dry wood.  “ so, you need to get underneath the stacked woods to turn this on  ...  wear these though. ” handing over grill gloves, to ensure protection against the fire.

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closed starter for @cheriegotchi

It has become almost a nightly thing for them to sleep next to each other. It has become comforting, and it always feels like, in the blink of an eye, she's greeting the morning. Her nights have become peaceful, and years of sleep debt have been collected. Her dark hues are looking at the female who is still asleep, and there's a smile tugging at her lips. Even when she can sleep better next to the female, Sooyoung still wakes up early. "Sora?" She's testing the waters to see if the other is truly sleeping or pretending.

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"Nervewrecking." The female admits with a dry chuckle. Her nerves usually hold up before and after auditions, but now? She honestly thought not to attend the get - together and stay in her home, eating ice cream while wrapped in her blanket. But she changed her mind at the last moment. She thought hanging out with her friends would distract her to the point she wouldn't think of the audition -- and it worked. Well, maybe having Yongguk next to her helped. The moment they sat next to each other, he was the only thing Yeeun could think of, despite talking with their mutual friends. His scent and his whole presence were disturbing. "But it will be fine. If I don't get the role, I will audition for something else and keep practicing."

Her dark hues glance at the hand that's reaching out for hers, and this time, instead of finding it surprising, inch by inch her fingers reach for his hand to hold it under the table, looking around to see if anyone noticed before her gaze returns to the man. It pulls her heartstrings a little when he mentions at the party there would be people he cares about -- already assuming she will not get an invite. Absentmindedly, she squeezes his hand and looks again at their friends who are talking to each other. With the corner of her eye, she sees the most amusing thing ever -- him almost spitting the beer, which causes her to burst into a fit of laughter. "Are you okay?" She inquires in the midst of her laughter, and reaches for another napkin to try help him, patting the corner of his mouth with it -- her laughter dying down. "I would look really good in that mugshot, though." The female chuckles, placing the napkin on the table, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "But I'm sure you will get the job. You did well when you had your internship there."

    soft chortle emits from pair of lips at her accusing finger pointed in his general direction, fingers wrapping around the glass of beer in front of him.  “ i suppose it is a bit silly. ” despite their break-up, yeeun was probably the one person who knew yongguk all the way through  ;  as much as he had been there for her during the tougher auditions, she had seen his most vulnerable side whenever reminded of the loss of his sister. a trust that the male didn't openly share with many, which was probably also why he still felt such a strong push toward her, despite not being allowed to act like a couple with her anymore.  “ something new ? sounds like you're taking a bit of a bigger step ... how does it feel ? ”  genuine tone still very much present in his tone of voice, always intrigued for the greater wellbeing of yeeun, even if he shouldn't have such a strong feeling of care toward her anymore.

leaning back into his chair, the conversation of the rest of the group long forgotten and numbed out when his hand had instinctively reached out to hold hers  ;  something that yeeun had always done to him, drawn him in with such ease.  “ sounds like a good idea, then at least the people i care about will be the only ones there. ”  nodding a few times before he took a sip, pondering to himself how he'd be able to ask the female seated next to him, to also be a part of that big celebration  —-  wanting nothing more than for her to be present. almost spitting the beer out upon yeeun's little menacing joke of stealing the red panda, quick to reach for nearby napkin to dry off the liquid trickling down his chin.  “ let's not have you needing a mugshot, even if stripes fits you well. ”  a smile stretching across his features, a harmless compliment, he'd say.  “ i'll be sure to text you when or if i get a job there. ”

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She almost wants to laugh at his suggestion, but holds herself back. She tried talking to a therapist when her mother passed away. Was it useful? Not really. The time was spent sitting on the couch, not opening up about the real issues she held inside her, and eventually, Reina stopped going. "We both know one of us will not appear at the first meeting." Maybe the timing isn't right, but she chuckles lightly and shakes her head. "But we can try to talk to someone." Maybe they can guide them in the right direction. She doesn't know. All she knows she wants to try if he wants to try as well. And who knows, maybe things are different now, and she finds it easier to open up to a stranger.

It's another out. A part of him wants to take it. It's the easier path, one he can easily navigate in comparison. Because agreeing with her to try certainly is opening a can of worms he's never experienced. He doubts things will get any less complicated either - neither of their lives are simple. Even with knowing all of that, he finds himself disagreeing with her question. "I don't... Think otherwise. I, uh," he begins, nodding his head. "I think we try to make things work... I don't know how exactly - I'm sure my mother has a list of therapists or counselors that could help--" Of course that's said in complete sarcasm considering he loathes that idea. "--but I guess we can just figure it out one step at a time..."

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i'm returning from my lil break on monday and i'd like to have more threads -- so hit the heart button and i'll write one - liner based on your wanted plots!

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closed starter for @lovscenarios

Her eyes are wide eyed, when she sees through the peephole who is behind the door. Someone she didn't expect to see after they left. Someone whom she hasn't been in contact for years. All the memories and feelings come rushing back into her body, and Jiyeon has to take a step back from the door. She has to take a deep breath to even consider opening the door. What is she thinking? Of course, she will open the door. Exhaling through her mouth, she takes a step forward, and even when she tries to control her facial features, the shock is still there. "You." She planned to say hi, but her mouth worked faster than her brain did.

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A loud whine leaves Eunha, and she takes her folder, pretending to smack him with it once on the top of his head while her lower lip is jutting out. Placing the folder back on her lap, she sighs heavily. "You're not funny today!" The femme exclaims, and her dark hues turn towards the sports field. "Everything sucks today." She may have woken up on the wrong foot, thanks to staying up late studying.

a shoorting star(ter) for @mndstom .

      “ i could listen to you complain all day. ”  spoken in a teasing tone of voice, settling beside the other seated on the rows of the audience toward the sports field of the university  ;  resting elbows on top of his knees while head turned to face the other.  “ what got you in a bad mood now ? ”

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She almost wants to laugh, which is why she's biting the inside of her cheek, and a smile is playing on her lips. What can she possibly talk to him about? She will scare him away. He doesn't need to hear all the shit she has to deal with weekly -- but then again, maybe she can complain to him about mundane things. Things that the people close to her might not understand, but he might. "I will keep that in mind, thank you." Her smile turns softer, and she lets the silence fall between them for a moment. "You should go now. We will talk in the future, I promise."

He takes the card from her hands. Turns it over in his hand to glance over the number inscribed on it. The formality of it nearly makes him chuckle - this is all absurd to begin with, and now here he is taking the number of some hitman (though her career isn't exactly one Jonathan's sure of either). "I'll remember that," he nods as he tucks the card into his jacket pocket. There's a moment of awkward silence from him before speaking. "Um, thank you..." It seems like an odd yet appropriate thing to say under the circumstances. He runs a hand over the back of his neck. "I would offer the same, but I'm not sure if you'd need that from me."

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