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                ❝ ━━ * well, what is it?” she makes no move to hide her amusement, rich in her tone as icy fingers lift to peel one off his cheek, lips curling. “because you’re a little too late for valentines day and a little too old for sticker art.” ❞

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° honest; jsj & pd

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    With a lazily-written to do-list in her hands Dash tried to prioritize each task ahead, only to crumple the piece of paper up when she suddenly became so cold. Blazing hot had always been her preferred temperature, so it was with mild irritation brewing in the pit of her stomach that the professor turned around to nail the culprit on the spot with her piercing gaze. A fresh face, as far as she was concerned – which admittedly took some of the sternness out of her eyes. Picking on people she didn’t know whether they could take it or not had never been of interest to her. ❝ Are you? ❞ The ‘you better be’ never slipped past her lips, fairly aware of the importance of first impressions. Not that she deemed the student as innocent as she looked, but that’s a completely different story.     Instead she reaches back towards her lower back and methodically starts to crush the coat of solid ice, even if she’s seemingly just pinching at it. When it’s all gone (not without a proper brush of her fingers to eliminate even the tiniest of crystals), her dark brown eyes flicker back at the young woman – now much more at ease. ❝ Are you this terrible at aiming, or are you just happy to see me? ❞ There it was, the slight smirk that followed. Since the list she had been carrying was now reduced to nothing but a firm ball, too compressed to unwrap and re-use, Dash flung it into the air, caught it and proceeded to shove it down the pocket of her jacket. She’d have to remind herself that littering wasn’t badass.     ❝ What’s your name? ❞

               It was simply tragic – that the offended woman in question had been a professor. Not to say that Soojung knew 100% that the woman had been a professor, but as always she had been of the attentive nature—and therefore it didn’t take a genius to figure out the minor details between an esteemed professor and an egotistical university student (of any legacy really). Although had she been honest in this very moment—and not because of the fact that she had been intimidated, no, merely uneasy by the spur of events—the Lotus would very much rather be dealing with a student. ❝ ━━ * I am! I really am.” To her credit, she sounds like the perfect cocktail mix of flustered and embarrassed, brows furrowing as she watches the woman, even flinching at the methods taken to crush her ice.

Honestly, it’s still a waste to not go into drama for the likes of her.

               “I was…actually sparring.” she frowns, dark orbs flicking back at the empty space where her formerly tangible partner took on before focusing on the woman once again. “Not…that that’s obvious now, since my partner up and disappeared.” And here, the likes of Soojung begun to both look very sheepish and very guilty—if only for the fact that she knew that without significant proof, she might very soon be heading for some sort of detention.

Great.

“Jung Soojung.”

A pause.

“…ssaem.❞

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“Yeah--maybe that would have been more believable if not for the fact that you could download information off the internet without informing a single soul.” To her credit, the icy Lotus manages to keep her temper at bay quite well, matching his tone with a fair amount of strained politeness--as evidenced by the way her smile grows despite her temper wearing thin; ever the deceiving vixen of the family. “No ability?” She echos, jaw clenched momentarily before deciding--what the hell--as she moves, aiming a kick square between the taller’s legs. 

Lips twitching at the groan of pain (hah!), Soojung takes her chance when he doubles over, grabbing a fistful of fabric and tugging--aiming to pull the male closer to her as ice particles dance around his legs, quickly solidifying his lower legs in ice. “Aha--” the Lotus grins, smoothing icy fingers over the bare back of his neck and the usb port at the nape (she had seen him plug in during class with that last, hadn’t she?). It takes but a second to pull at the usb attached to her bracelet, although Soojung takes care to spend a second longer leaning and pressing cool lips to fair skin--by all means remaining teasing to her true nature--before plugging the usb in. 

If her coding was spot on (and it has been so far) -- this will be her victory.

“You’ll be regretting that in about fifteen seconds.” she finishes with a laugh, taking care to step away from the Alpha as she stares down at him, watching the ice continue to travel forth and encase his lower body with practiced ease on her behalf. Was it petty? Yes. But did she care? Hardly so.

“What use would life be if I was to naver search every answer I ever needed? Some of us don’t always take the easy route, unlike others…” The male said, rolling his eyes to as if to imply she was guilty of this. “Perhaps you need to stop using the computer so much, it seems to me you’re having difficulty distinguishing between reality, where you’re a freshman with no ability, and fantasy, where you dream up lies and stories to help you sleep at night knowing that you’re not better than me.”

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                Easy. Soojung has no other word for it -- the male population had always been on a bit of a simple-minded side when it came to matters regarding a female. Now, whether that made them easily fooled or haughty enough to disregard one, the first year didn’t explicitly care--not when she’s still getting what she wanted with minimal effort on her behalf. A pretty smile, a bat of long lashes, and languid strokes to the male egos through the form of compliments was really all it took -- according to her mother that is. 

                Still, the Lotus was pleased when she passes over the bag, taking care to move her hair over the bare shoulder as she leads them out of the petite coffee shop, footsteps light. So far, it’s been a moderately swell day. Given the fact that she had someone to carry her books around--a notion that reminded her highly of her high school years (which really wasn't too long ago)--and a sweet beverage plus eyecandy; she really didn't have anything to complain about. Just yet anyway. 

              ❝ ━━ * Eh?” she arches a brow in return, hints of amusement seeping through her words as she turns to fully access the taller beside her. Eyes twinkling, Soojung is neither admitting or denying the question--though she would assume that it’s ever so obvious already; what’s the harm in asking why?

              “Why would you think that? Do I not look like a Gamma to you? ❞

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ [ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ] | ʟᴜ ʜᴀɴ ﹠ [ ᴊᴜɴɢ sᴏᴏᴊᴜɴɢ ]

             Lucky for him that Lu Han carried no further obligations that afternoon; even within just the first several steps, he began to understand this Soojung was one of those women who was not afraid to exercise her influence. Few at this school were, Gumi holding the unique ability to transform those inside its sphere to beings who would go to any lengths, orthodox or no ( and sometimes, better not so ), to achieve their goals, if they did not attract those of such a demeanor already. Subconsciously, he acknowledged her sway over him for now, if not because her coercion made it so, then at least for the sake of curiosity. She had as yet given him no reason, besides perhaps a coquettish kind of persuasion that easily flustered him, to take his leave.

            ❝ Ah … okay, ❞ he relented softly, accepting the weight of her bag and slinging it lightly over one shoulder. The burden itself was negligible, so there was little cause for complaint aside from maybe a faint sting in knowing she was purposely twisting conventional gender roles to her advantage to playfully spite him. Even that, though, carried hardly any venom in light of his genuine willingness to be helpful to anyone who might desire it. Such charitability was decidedly rare in such an environment, but it was not as though he lacked the wisdom to discern when he was truly being taken advantage of. Four years had taught him that, at least.

            With a youthful turn of his head, he rested a soft, kindly gaze on her for a moment. ❝ I wanted to ask — are you Lotus? ❞ he asked in his subdued, mild way as they walked, the brisk cloudless breeze of spring coaxing the leaves about the pathway from their repose. 

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° no angels; jsj & kjm

              admittedly,soojung is a keener to the heart—one that didn’t and hadn’t minded studying till things get unbearably repetitive—just like now, when the icy first year finds herself flipping through the typed instructions of that week’s assignment a good lump sum of times. that’s not to say it’s difficult — because by all purposes,jung soojung had already finished; however, only in time for the student teacher to tell her to do it otherwise, claiming her way of coding isn’t to the code—or whatever the fuck he meant. either way, it left the lotus frustrated and buried deep within study hall — trying to rework her codes the “right” way. keyword “trying”.

              ❝ ━━ * my god, fuck this.”

              frustrated, the pre-law student leans over, eyes catching the natural sitting a computer beside her as she whistles briefly to catch their attention, brown hues positively gleaming. 

                “—ay, let’s blow this joint. ❞

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              It is with a healthy amount of generosity that Soojung decided to entertain the taller. Sure, she’s never been inherently cruel from the start--judgmental for one, but a smart enough individual to know better than to underestimate and assume of others; if anything that was the basis of putting one at a complete and utter disadvantage. Besides, there was nothing ever too bad about having company that wasn’t completely atrocious to look at. And with the added plus of showing characteristics a lost lamb easily beckoned by sly wolves, what’s to be potentially harmful in interacting with the likes of this Lu Han? 

Nothing, yet.

              ❝ ━━ * I was going to return some books to the library--speaking of which, want to be a gentleman and help me hold them?” Her tone remains casual, flittering from one topic to another with practiced ease as a charming smile twisting her lips to reveal a pearly row of teeth, shifting the bag off her shoulder to offer to the male. “For the brownie points--trust me, you’ll need them later seeing as I’m completely free after this little errand. ❞

Despite herself, the Lotus even winks--for all teasing purposes.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ [ ᴄᴏғғᴇᴇ ] | ʟᴜ ʜᴀɴ ﹠ [ ᴊᴜɴɢ sᴏᴏᴊᴜɴɢ ]

            In perfect honesty, he expected to return to blunt vacancy as unforgiving as her speech, and the reclusive part of him nearly longed for it, though his relief at seeing she had not, in fact, simply abandoned what correspondence they’d had for the moment outweighed it. While thankfully gifted with a genuine amicability that lent him well to fair connections and seamless friendships, it was surely, he’d always thought, the only feature of his personality that kept any acquaintances from dwindling before they’d even begun to form. Otherwise, his natural tendencies towards reservation and equally markedly unimpressive mildness of speech would have long left him friendless. Though having only exchanged but a modicum of words with this ‘ Soojung ’, Lu Han had unconsciously ascertained enough of her startlingly brazen persona to guess she would not be apologetic about simply leaving behind a conversation that failed to impress upon her, and though it wouldn’t be accurate to say he thought little of himself, Lu Han knew that the reality was that upon first glance, he was not particularly substantial.

            Whatever the rationale for her actually waiting for him, he was grateful enough for the gesture to offer her a soft smile of silent gratitude — the distant sort provided by a stranger upon being done a casual, societal kindness and little indicative of lasting feeling. But upon the emphatic utterance of his name, he couldn’t help but glance up, curious to the way the non-native syllables rested on her tongue; she was testing its sound, sure, but the forceful weight of it seemed awkward to him, and his own name resounded, dissonant, in his ears. Walk with me. So abrupt a request ( or perhaps demand would be a better descriptor for the unwavering tone that she held, brooking little argument — he would sound boorish should he refuse now ) prompted an unsteady flash of surprise across fine features, large eyes blinking at her in momentary uncomprehending surprise before he realized she was being serious. Beneath the soft incredulity, though, rested an undercurrent of something almost like admiration — it took a kind of spirit he could never call his own, he thought, to make so self-possessed a demand of someone one barely knew. ❝ Sure. ❞ Once again, the timbre of his voice rang too soft in his ears, and he cleared his throat on impulse. ❝ Um, where are you going? ❞

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so... im in the middle of doing replies but!! there are people i haven’t rp’d with yet and and... would you guys like to rp w me ;;;;;

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{ * -- bursts through the door } IT’S MY BIRTHDAY, BITCH

( * — q-tip in hand, the ice maiden takes her time cleaning her ears as she stalks through the room bare, another working on rubbing dark locks dry with a towel. the outburst does little to surprise her, but if she’s honest soojung had lived the entire day with some sort of expectancy that the likes of choi jinri would either burst in or shift back from being her desk to begin with--she’s always been one to think ahead like that ) are you sure it’s not two days from now? ( * — plays stupid anyhow, calmly turning to face her friend fully with a brow raised, completely nude like the shameless teen she’s always had been )

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           ❝ ━━ * where, exactly, do you think you’re touching? ❞

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rmyifan replied to your post:I AM HOME WHO IS ONLINE LELTS RP

[Rolls in let’s go whoop]

8> i’ll post a small starter!!

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I AM HOME WHO IS ONLINE

LELTS RP

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oh, don’t give me that. you should know that if i was down for it today would be your goddamn lucky day. ( * — rolls her eyes goodheartedly, there was nothing to get offended over a with a joke, after all ) if i have to give up something i won--you’re definitely going to have to give me something in return. ( * — offers the other nothing short of a pointed look (paired with a health amount of amusement, if she’s honest) as she allows the conversation to move forth, blinking a few times before laughing ) bambi? which part of you fits the criteria for bambi? my guess is you’re not very elegant on ice. ( * — makes an amused noise as she looks him over, stepping a tad bit closer with a light hum ) jung soojung, just call me soojung. don’t repeat what you’ve heard people call me--especially alpha. ( * — wrinkles her nose slightly, her experience with however few of the legacy had not been too pleasant for a good image; though she imagined that was normal, given the rivalry between the two legacies ) you don’t have a car right? let’s take a cab.

[/the touch is strange, unprecedented, random; soft finger against the bow of his lips and he freezes, upper lip smushed under velvet fingertip, features distorted by the intrusion. he snickers against her touch anyway because girl parts— she makes it sound like an adaptable children’s toy.] uh— [/stutters into motion, almost stumbling over his feet from the unceremonious jerking on his arm.] arcade? yo, cool, i rock at arcades. i prefer dance dance rev— wait, put out? [/grimaces again, sticking out his tongue in mock [or perhaps authentic] disgust at her idea.] …although a pororo would be kinda cool to have. [his grin subsequent is commonplace, quadrate and white-toothed in her direction.] oh, uh, taehyung. kim taehyung. or tae. or bambi. or my stage name is v, so, like, i dunno… you can choose, i guess. who are you?

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“Dear god, you’d think someone with inherent internet access would be able to naver up better comebacks than that.” The Lotus snorts, eyes rolling as she offers up a pretty smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to wipe this from your memory bank when I get in there so you can remember it clearly and eat your words.”

“I find it weird that you fantasize about me in such a way… because something like that could only happen in your dreams.”

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Honestly, you know the first thing I’m going to do when I get into there is make you run around with your underwear on your head, right?

Honestly Soojung, stop trying to hack into me. We both know you’re not smart enough

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«sms» on the list of things that i didn't need to know «sms» that's probably at the top «sms» who are you taking nudes for, jung soojung?

( SMS → scm ) i’m pretty sure that’s also pretty high on the top of list of things you didn’t need to know( SMS → scm ) since when were you so interested in your little sister’s sex life?

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yeah...i’d advise listening to me rather than your brother, you know? a girl with real girl parts-- ( * — stops herself as she moves, pressing a finger to his lower lip with a glint in her eyes and a twitch of pink lips as if she already knows where the trail of thought of a healthy university male would most likely land next ) yeah, don’t look there.  ( * — finally cracks a grin as she shifts, linking her arm with his with practiced ease as she shifts her weight to turn toward the university gates ) anyway, you, me, date yeah? i don’t know about any rock climbing joints around here but i do know a poplar arcade--i can win you a stuffed pororo and you can put out or something. ( * — sniggers, well assured he’d be able to pick up on the teasing tone she takes up ) oh yeah, what’s your name again? ( * — leave it to her to casually forget she had approached a stranger on campus grounds to cue boredom on her behalf )

…huh. i always got told by my brother that girls liked going out on dates to eat salads and try on shoes. [/blinks, apparently totally serious as he pushes his fingers into his pockets.] is that not true?