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Visibly the woman gagged at his implication, she saw nothing else before herself besides a pompous twig swaying in the way as if he was the president of the world. She dropped her hands and distanced herself from him, her blatant disgust with his presence made present every so often with a glare aimed in his direction. They were best at strangers. But that was a lie really. He knew her name and she knew his all thanks to a few bets and egotistical choices that landed them in an unspeakable situation that Hyojin had done her best to erase from her memories.

“Sharpening tools or whatever?” She echoed, her mouth curling at the dismissal of her hobbies - well, job really. “I’m surprised you’re not perched in front of a mirror fawning over yourself today. Or has that routine been done and now you’re looking for some fresh meat to bite?” It wasn’t like Hyojin wasn’t aware of his activities but she did take the opportunity to bring it up at any moment to judge his behavior. He was recently dead and his attitude parallel different morales than those during her generation. She found his habits scummy to say the least.

“Oh my god, I never noticed.” She remarked, full with sarcasm as she eyed him with her head tilted as if to provoke a fight. “Who cares if it stops, none of this shit even matters,” she muttered crossing her arms and returning her gaze at the view outside the window.

Daeshim eyed her curiously, “sometimes fawning over myself in the mirror isn’t enough,” he finally said with some false regret and a perfectly placed pout, “so I have to prowl the train to hear the plebeians cry about my good genes.” He smiled at her as he turned to look at the window again. Dusk painted a beautifully warm sky with all its pinks and yellows. 

“I can’t make up my mind about you Hyojin,” he said at length, not quite sure why he enjoyed the dangers of poking the knife-playing lady, “I can’t decide whether you remind me more of a disgruntled teenager, or a jaded old lady. Which is odd, because I’m attracted to neither of those but to some degree I do find you attractive. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gone that far last time, do you remember?” It was then that he caught sight of his hair in the feeble reflection of the window and sighed as he ran his hand through his hair to smooth it out. The bed hair look was a gorgeous sight of himself he only wanted to share privately with a lucky woman or two... it made it more special if he didn’t wear it publicly. He caught himself then, reminded that on The Eve there were no paparazzi to spread the news. He was dead. 

“... so what happens now?” he asked, sounding like he spoke to Hyojin though he was asking himself. 

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odehyojin:

Silence, she had been brooding as per usual, counting the number of ways she could possibly get off the train. Well - she had to count her failures first and foremost. She had done everything in her power to even stab at the windows but the glass was impenetrable. All of this made her want to scream. She recalled once upon a time that one of the train windows had been miraculously open and she felt the fresh air but the moment she had extended her hand outside, she was thrown back within. 

She was pondering the various methods of what to do with her time as she reclined casually on the empty compartment until the sound of the door opened. Her head swiveled to the intruder, her instincts kicking in as her hand had already grasp in the direction of the knife. A sneer decorated her face as she realized who had come to greet her. A pompously annoying fool, she growled under her breath as he shamelessly approached her with no ounce of decency. “You should watch yourself Daeshim.” She didn’t finish the rest of her sentence as her nails grazed against his neck as a threat. “knives aren’t the only thing I can cut with.” 

His eyebrows came together in concern though he managed a smile, “don’t mess with the visible skin please, but if you want to get kinky I might be inclined to give in...” He stretched his neck away, fully aware of its appeal, before he stepped back. Under normal circumstances he would have judged Hyojin as a violent brute, as per usual, and looked down at her from above his self-made pedestal. Then again, as faulty and twisted as Hyojin’s personality seemed to him, her rough-edged beauty held some interest in him still. 

“What are you doing here anyway? I would have imagined you never leaving your target practice or knife-” he pulled on his collar to arrange it for best visual results whilst he found the word he was looking for, “sharpening tools or whatever,” he said as he failed to find it. His appearance was most unusual, like walking around with bed-hair and ruffled clothes as if he’d slept in them. He looked good. He looked damn good. However, this wasn’t his usual style and he found himself feeling too self-aware of it. He fidgeted slightly here and there, made uncomfortable by the need to fix himself up back to perfection. He knew it, method acting was definitely not his thing and he wouldn’t be trying it again he told himself as the window view caught his attention.

“Hold on... the train’s not moving?”

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He was bored. The character did not feel right no matter what he tried and he was tired, surprisingly, of seeing himself in the mirror. After all, he wasn’t supposed to see himself, not when he was trying to become someone else. The whole method acting had never appealed to him, yet somehow the very idea of at least attempting it sounded more fun that everything else he had tried. 

And so, Daeshim ruffled his hair and messed with his outfit for a more rugged look. He put on his glasses though dusk was approaching, and he walked out towards the sphere-shaped car with all the windows. The more he walked the more he became someone different; someone that was closer to the character he was developing. 

Daeshim arrived at the spherical car and opened the door with an almost violent conviction. It was unexpectedly populated by a single person. Sultrily, Daeshim walked up to her, almost too close, and said, “beautiful as always Hyojin. I could kiss your arms,” he continued with a slight brush of his fingers against her arm, “the way they target their pray with a knife...” 

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Tea Time

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Loud music blared and mingled with the joy sounds of all party guests, and from a distance Daeshim could hear the pool water splash every now and again. He sat in his favorite lounge chair smiling brightly as the crowd around him vied for his attention. He wore a dark red suit, a gift from the designer of his latest runway. He remembered it well. The accessorizing had been overdone and therefore cluttered the beautiful suit, which is why he now wore it with nothing else but a silky black t-shirt and a couple elegant pieces of jewelry. His hair at the time had been recently cut to only show the natural black color. Then the screams started. The flood of bodies pushing past. Then he saw him... 

... and Daeshim woke up. 

He hadn’t even realized he’d gone to sleep, if sleep it was, which made the dream-memory that much more nightmarish. He could feel himself shake and he didn’t know if it was fear or anger that was making it happen. Either way, he didn’t like the feeling. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror and thought blonde and his hair became so. He looked at his body and thought casual, blue cardigan, grey shirt, dark pants, brown loafers and his outfit became so. His breathing calmed and before he looked away he thought one more thing and his blonde hair grew a bit longer and styled back. 

He walked only for the sake of walking, not really aiming for any one place in particular though the garden car seemed the most desirable at the moment. Upon some thought, Daeshim switched directions and aimed for that very car before he found himself faced with a passenger. He was young, awkward, and a welcomed distraction.  “That book in your hand... seems interesting. Would you recommend it? I’ve been debating about what book to begin reading next,” he said, though in all truth the only things he’d been reading of late were the plays he performed in. 

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odeyohan:

Practicing never came easily to Yohan who had always easily distracted or didn’t have enough patience to sit and play the same piece over and over again until he played it flawlessly.  It was only the thought of performing and maybe also the proud smile on his father’s face at the end of every performance that kept him from ditching the instrument altogether.  Now, it was fully the thought of his father all alone that had him glued to his chair as he played the new song he was learning.  At least right now that he was learning the new song, he didn’t bore himself to death but the sound of one of the doors being opened caught his attention immediately even though he continued playing.

It was only when he caught sight of the man that he stopped playing and even though he heard his question, he was too caught up trying to remember the other’s name to answer.  Not that he knew where the conductor was and once he remembered that the other went by Needle, he set down his cello.  He had heard the rumors about the other and since he had not met the other formally, he decided to have a little bit of fun. “Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day.” As he told the other this, a closed lip smile appeared on his lips and he eagerly waited for the other’s reaction, hoping that it would be entertaining.

Daeshim’s initial focus on the question delayed his reaction as he realized its meaning. Suddenly he chuckled playfully and replied, “by default I assure you, and I’m glad it pleases you.” Looking down on others was also Daeshim’s default, except when they so blatantly praised him. He would never see fault in that, considering the high opinion of himself he had. 

“You play the cello beautifully,” he commented the way he would praise a renown designer. The sudden and unexpected, though cheesy, compliment had put him in a good mood. Daeshim unconsciously leaned against the window into a pose that complimented his body and as he felt the natural light on his face he knew he reached peak handsomeness. Pity there was no camera to capture the natural genius... 

“I’m relatively new to the Eve. I’m an actor here known as Needle, but my real name is Song Daeshim. I’ve, of course, seen you play before but I do not recall your  name,” Daeshim prompted, not truly interested in the information but decorum demanded the question be asked and a self introduction be made. He smiled warmly at the young man while he listened to his response, his eyes attentive and beautifully expressing a fascination towards his conversation partner nobody could guess as fake. An outsider might see the pair’s interaction and think a flirting session was in the works. An outsider might see Daeshim’s charm and physical appeal and be envious of it not being aimed at them. Song Daeshim was so well known in the fashion industry in and outside Korea that someone from his same time period might have had a collection of his work glued to some journal, much like the man whose actions had led Daeshim here to be actor he introduced himself as. 

“If I’m interrupting your practice,” he said, pausing for effect though not long enough to allow interruption of himself,  “I can leave you to it.” The words of concern were milk and honey in his lips even as he looked at the boy’s clothes and hair and judged it all. 

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Encounter

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The vestibule was his runway and like a true professional he made it his with a well executed pout of his lips and flick of the papers in his left hand. It was a true shame that no one was there to behold it, and with that thought in mind, Daeshim lightly brushed his well styled hair back as he casually opened the door to the next car. Such poised entrance was wasted on the pathetically empty space and Song Daeshim sighed. Only the soothing sound of a cello stopped him from turning back, “excuse me, do you know where I may find the conductor?” He approached, naturally modeling his way towards the only other person in the car. 

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Intro Post

Hello, I’m Usul and I’ll be writing the ridiculous personality that is Song Daeshim, otherwise known as Needle the actor. He seems intense off of the full bio and personality page since he does seem like an oblivious ass, and he is haha, but hopefully I can successfully write the ridiculous side of him I’m aiming for. He should be funny to read, but maybe I shouldn’t be saying this in case I fail D:

I might have contacted some of you already for possible relationships/plots if while reading some apps I found common ground. Otherwise, I’ll be updating some general relationship/plot ideas here so feel free to contact me if you’re interested! Like this post if you’re open to plot with me, I’ll check your character for possible ideas. Read on if you’d like a bullet-point overview of Daeshim~

Life

-- Unknown father. Mother and him moved around a lot in pursuit of jobs to survive.  -- He was scouted and his modeling career catapulted them into luxury and fame, with his mother managing him.

-- At some point he knew he could do better by managing himself, but his mother resisted and exerted more control over him. It ended badly and he put legal distance between them. 

-- His naturally coquettish nature caused some natural obsessions, one of which walked into one of Daeshim’s parties jealously and furiously ending lives. When he reached his target, Daeshim, he ended him too and then tried to end himself unsuccessfully. 

Eve

-- Has been on the train for about a year. 

-- Resents his death and still doesn’t comprehend why the guy did it. 

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