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— the one where gyeore can't tolerate @rowon

accidents happen. the mantra gyeore kept repeating in his head to keep himself sane. he wasn't sure if it was his own fault (he was pretty sleepy when booking) or an administrative screw up, but his room had two beds.

accidents happen.

so if gyeore just so happened to accidentally stay under his covers and never speak to his roommate, that was fine too. don't bother me, and i won't bother you. easy.

setting his stuff down beside the bed by the window, he doesn't bother unpacking much. within a few minutes, he's changed into shorts and a baggy, oversized shirt to help him tolerate the heat. for good measure, he turns up the air conditioning.

with a sigh, he lays atop the beds covering, savoring the sunbeam that shines through the window. maybe this wouldn't be so bad? in fact, maybe his mystery roommate would never show? in fact, it probably was just a mistake and no one would show up and he'd get to be alone. sure, yeah, that was probably what happened.

gyeore was far from being a people person, and he was definitely petty enough to lock out his mystery roommate, but he had panicked himself into believing it was all just an error and his roommate didn't exist and this was fine.

his ears perked up for the next few minutes any time he heard footsteps, yet they all seemed to keep walking down the hall. rolling onto his stomach and resting his face on one of the hotel pillows that was slightly too hard, he could actually start to feel himself drifting asleep.

click.

that was his door opening ... wasn't it?

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( @bloodfaux )

" he looks so pathetic. if jaeyong ever felt remorse he might in this moment, but he doesn't. something random hits him suddenly, though, and he must know the answer: "hey, are you like, terrified of water? since you're a cat and all." "

his eyes are trained on his feet, tail lashing slowly. "nope. not funny, just annoying." he bites his lip harder, though cautious not to let his fangs pierce the skin. he had done that before, and it hurts.

gyeore sighs. suspicious question. the fur on his tail naturally fluffs up, the more wild side of his mind preparing himself for a fight. "... obviously not?" his words end with a little hiss. he knows how to play things cool, yet he still sounds pitiful with his quiet tone. "i'm on — like, an island. right now."

growing up on jeju island, you'd really think he'd be better acclimatized to water. still, it seemed to strike some primal fear in him. watching the undertow pull away shells and stones in one rolling wave, the sea devouring anything left in its path, high tides chipping off pieces of rocks and mountains. the thought of being submerged in it's inky blue depths made him nauseous.

did he have a reason to be just as terrified of the shallow end of a pool ...... or a hose ..... noo? but he still was. plus, being wet just felt ... uncomfortable. cold and damp. ick. at the very least, he tolerated daily showers, but he did not enjoy them.

"can you go be stupid somewhere else ...?" gyeores never been great at scaring people away, no matter how hard he seems to try, and on top of it, just his luck, the people he always wants to avoid are the cute ones.

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— @bloodfaux SAYS. "aw, it must be a stray."

settling into the vacation mindset was awfully easy when all expenses were paid. sunbathe, drink fruity cocktails ... and ... avoid annoying people? apparently, that one wasn't such a success. gyeore had taken it upon himself to wander around the resort and enjoy the sun. an attempt at making the most of his trip.

( "aw, it must be a stray." )

he rolls his eyes, turning around to see where the voice came from. gyeores ears flattened against his head, green eyes narrowing as he looked the male up and down. his eyes shifted to search for the stray in question, slowly growing more unamused. maybe he didn't have good vision during the day, but he could easily smell if there was a dog or cat wandering around. nope. staring at the dark-haired male. all he could see was a stupid, smug smirk.

slinking forwards a bit, his tail follows his movements, elegant but hesitant, lashing back and forth, challenging. "do you think you're funny or something?" his voice is awfully soft in comparison to his sharp glare, pointed canines peeking over his bottom lip. he tries (and fails, why's he gotta be attractive?) to find something to pick on with the other male, so instead he crosses his arms and gives his best intimidating expression, which is a bit of a failure, considering he can't even hold eye contact.

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how do you define "home"?

— " how do you define "home"? "

gyeore pauses for a few seconds and shrugs. "i think ... home is somewhere safe, where you know you can relax and just be calm ... the kind of place your feet lead you back to, a place that your mind knows the path to years later, the kind of place you yearn for when you've left ... i don't think you fully know what home is until you're without one." his tail flicks, and he leans back. "or, you know, just a place with a comfy bed."

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25 / when was the last time you told someone honestly how you felt about them?

— " when was the last time you told someone honestly how you felt about them? "

"i'm an honest person when it comes to my opinions." sorta. gyeore had an odd propensity to be rude to anyone and everyone, regardless of his opinion of them. he'd much rather have people hate him than love him because letting down someone you love is a lot more painful, and gyeore is an ace at letting people down. "i guess i'm honest with my roommates pretty often ...?" he shrugs.

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what's something you used to love but now hate?

— " what's something you used to love but now hate? "

gyeore wraps his tail around his torso, and his arms do the same. himself, he thinks. he never loved himself, but he didn't always hate himself. he hesitates and shakes his head. "maybe aeternal movies ... when i was younger they looked cool, i guess, but now they're so cheesy ..." he refuses to give an answer past a surface level response.

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describe how your room looks.

— " describe how your room looks. "

gyeore visibly hesitates. his room could be described in one plain, simple word. a mess. he hated leaving his room, which meant it was full of old dishes and wrappers. clothes were tossed halfhazardly all over, and his bed was less of a bed and more of a nest of blankets.

his room was an escape for him, yet he also couldn't seem to escape his room. it was a perpetual cycle, too terrified to actually step outside. he was pretty sure he had only came face to face with two out of three of his roomates in the month he had lived at silver line.

he'd rather choke on sandpaper than admit the sad state of his room, so he shrugs. "it's basic. nothing really special about it. i like having my bed right in front of the window so the sun hits it ... i don't know, i don't really decorate."

[patrichorandpatchouli]

when was the last time you lost your temper?

— " when was the last time you lost your temper? "

if theres anything gyeore hates, it's his temper. "the last time?" he hesitates, chewing on his bottom lip. gyeore had been told he had a tendancy to snap. to lash out. he did it frequently without even registering it until it was too late. "i don't really keep track ..." the last time he had lost his temper was recently, at himself. hissing and crying, curled up on his bed. he hated how he never seemed to say the right things. deciding that was too honest of an answer, he shrugs. "maybe last week when i cracked my phone screen. i was pretty annoyed." his ears settle flat on his head.

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[ from @999kintsugi ] "i think we're stuck here."

— @999kintsugi SAYS. "i think we're stuck here."

gyeore had decided he liked the blackout.

this whole blackout really hadn't changed his life much. in fact, it seemed to enhance it. he got to wear his glasses less, and natural light in the daytime was less harsh on his eyes anyway.

the rest of eden didn't seem to relate.

he had watched far too many people accidentally run into doorframes or trip over a loose cable, and as funny as it was, it meant the whole building was a lot busier and a lot louder. despite it all, life went on with nothing but minor inconvinences and a lot of annoyed residents.

when his room got too stuffy, and the air felt suffocating, he liked visiting the terrace. usually, no one was around at night.

he managed to relax for about thirty minutes before he hears footsteps approaching, then the door opening and closing. guess someone else wanted to stargaze too. he exchanges no words with her, though she's still over by the door ... inspecting it?

( i think we're stuck here. )

he whips around and looks at her, incredulous, bright green eyes peering at her with an unimpressed expression. "if that's a joke, it's not funny." he certainly wasn't laughing. they're stuck? that's not possible, is it? getting stuck somewhere with someone else is a movie cliche, a springboard for the plot to develop, a placeholder. there was no way they could actually be stuck. that wasn't real life.

despite his mild hysteria, he can tell from her expression it's not a joke. he beelines for the door, fidgeting with the handle. no luck. "what — what did you do? what did you do !? how did you break a door?" gyeores posture shrinks in on itself, tugging harder and harder at the handle.

it wasn't like he was terrified of being in an inescapable situation, of being trapped. it wasn't like he was a certified agoraphobe. wasn't like this was his worst fucking nightmare. pssh, no way. he was fine, he was chill. very chill. so chill.

"what the fuck!"

[patrichorandpatchouli]

20 QUESTIONS TO ASK IN THE DARK

RULES.

this is part of our ongoing EVENT #001: LIGHTS OUT IN PARADISE.

to participate, reblog this post onto the blog(s) of your participating muse(s) and make sure their ask box is open. in the tags, indicate whether you are open to question prompts only, OR question prompts and starter prompts.

if participating, please try to send at least one question prompt to other participating muses!

all event-related posts should be tagged #rj:event001. remember to tag any triggers accordingly!

while the starter prompts were created specifically to foster new threads, feel free to convert any responses to the question prompt list into threads as well.

the starter prompts were written with mostly the event-related locations in mind, but feel free to place them in different settings!.

responses can be posted until the end of the event, sunday, july 7th.

QUESTION PROMPTS

tell me 3 truths and 1 lie, without naming which one is which.

do you wish you had a different ability?

what's your most vivid childhood memory?

when was the last time you lost your temper?

what's the worst thing you've ever done to someone?

if the building were about to burn down, what are the first three things you would grab?

do you think you're redeemable?

what was the moment you realized your life wouldn't go the way you thought it would?

do you think you'll ever make it out of here?

what is the biggest lie you've told?

when was the last time you cried and why?

what's something you used to love but now hate?

if your life paused for a day and you could go anywhere you want and do anything you want, where would you go?

what are three things you like about yourself?

how do you define "home"?

is it easier to make people love you or hate you?

if you could have any other ability, possible or impossible, what would you want?

how do you ask others for help?

in another life, where do you think you would be? what would you be doing?

what (or who) is your silver lining?

describe how your room looks.

what's something no one else knows about you?

do you believe in heroism? in heroes?

how do you escape your reality?

when was the last time you told someone honestly how you felt about them?

STARTER PROMPTS

"it can't get worse than this... right?"

"don't panic, but i think there's something behind you."

"what were you thinking?!"

"did you hear that?"

"i managed to get a candle before they ran out. you want to share?"

"forget this, i'm going to the pool. you want to come?"

"forget this, i'm going out. you want to come?"

"no, you don't get it, you have to help me find [object]."

"my [apartment]/[room] was getting too hot, can i stay here for a while?"

"the scanner won't read my card and i can't get back in, so..."

"do you think they keep the breaker box in the sublevel? i bet i can fix it."

"no way. i'm not going there in the dark."

"come on, we have to see it. when are we ever going to get another chance?"

"i think we're stuck here."

"i didn't know where else to go."

"okay, okay. just stay calm, stay calm, stay calm."

"i'm going out to get food. who knows how long this will last."

"is this a bad time to mention i'm not good with the dark?"

"i heard there's a bonfire at the drive-in."

"it's like these people have never seen the power go out before."

"i want to find out what that explosion was."

"it's less crowded near the river."

"this is kind of nice."

"i didn't mean to startle you."

"do you think they'll still serve us our food?"

"why did it have to be you?"

"i knew we shouldn't have come here."

"want some company?"

"hey, you! this building is for residents only!"

[patrichorandpatchouli]

background

tws - depression, anxiety, self hatred

— not much is known about gyeore around silver line, since he doesn't divulge much about himself.

— cats are first and foremost prey animals, so his brain tends to function like one. he's timid, stubborn, and very flighty. he jumps at every little creak or step.

— to gyeore, most of the time, speaking feels like (metaphorically) swallowing knives. like thousands of needles poking at his throat. like sandpaper scratching at the roof of his mouth. the fear he feels is so visceral that his vision darkens around the edges, and his heart rate picks up. he doesn't like talking much.

— when he does talk, he's prone to snapping. it's always sudden, like the flip of a switch. he can't control himself, and he lashes out in fear. fear of being hurt, of being judged, of being abandoned. gyeore is perpetually terrified of living.

— he doesn't deserve anyones pity or kindness. he acts cold, so people treat him just as badly. that is what he deserves. to be treated like the waste of space he is.

— he hates physical touch from strangers and will lash out if touched. even a handshake or pat on the back will make him panic.

— the fact that his body just has an off switch (his scruff) makes him very hesitant to turn his back to people.

— gyeore does knead and purr when he's comfy, and if he's doing that in front of you, it is the ultimate sign of trust.

[patrichorandpatchouli]

after a very nasty icky no fun sh*d*wb*n — im back with gyeore! this is my first time ever rping on tumblr, so i made the silly mistake of messaging too many people too fast :( i just wanted to start plots w my cat boy TT

regardless, let's give this another go!

this is gyeores dossier w basic info <3 please be aware he is not a friendly muse, and he experiences a lot of anxiety. this will, of course, be tagged correctly! but! just a heads up.

to avoid being sh*d*wb*nned part 2, i will kindly ask that you message me to plot, since apparently that helps? i am chomping at the bit, waiting to plot, but may be slow to avoid a potential sh*d*wb*n :(

[patrichorandpatchouli]

dossier

full name. oh gyeore

goes by. yeo

age. 23

birthday. october 31st, 2000

zodiac. scorpio

hometown. jeju, south korea

sexuality. gay; bicurious?

status. single 

occupation. unemployed street thief

physique

height. 5'7

eyes. bright green

hair. dark brown

build. small; lean

other notable features. cat ears; cat tail; sharp, pointed canines; small, plush lips; soft, round eyes.

complexion. natural slight tan, honeyed skin.

about

+ attentive, curious, fiercely loyal and protective

= quiet, shy, timid

- stubborn, cold, fearful, unpredictable, reactive

likes. cool weather, sleeping in, sashimi, hallabong mandarins, citron soju

dislikes. water, heat, thunderstorms, loud noises, dogs

vice. envy

virtue. determination

temperment. melancholic

fears. large bodies of water, loud noises, touch

mental. panic disorder, selective mutism, depression, agoraphobia and anxiety.

ability

ability. feline physiology

— gyeore sports a pair of cat ears and a tail, along with elongated, sharp canines. these feline features provide him with enhanced balance, senses, and reflexes, but limit him with weak daytime vision, weakness of his scruff which can completely debilitate him, and being easily startled.