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ssuevans:

noah. ‣ mariko.

there was definitely a downside to renting an art studio right above a nightclub. sure, noah got it because it was trendy, the windows were huge, the view was nice, but most importantly because he only needed to go down a few stairs if he were to be bored. it appeared he got bored every night. that wasn’t calculated.

he wasn’t to blame though. how could he resist, when the music was booming through his floor, rattling his paint brushes and his buckets of paint? right. this particular night was even more enticing, seeing as his day could not have gotten any worse. pulling the muscle of his thigh at rugby practice, collapsing to the ground and eating a fistful of sweat-induced mud. and then trying to finish the day with a bit of painting, only to step on his freshly coated canvas– brrr. tonight, you’re forgetting everything, noah.

he finger paints a line or two over his cheek, rearranges his hair and descends to his own personal hell– to the nightclub. his switch from miserable fucker to dancing idiot feels almost too natural. and his injury? that’s gonna be sore as fuck the next morning. he’s already planned to skip the rest of the week’s classes, poor boy is too wounded physically and mentally, so nothing’s really stopping him from consuming more than he can handle. 

literally nothing stopped him because he only remembers blanking out.                ( which wasn’t too far off his main goal, at least that was something he could achieve. )

he opens his eyes, doesn’t have time to look around before his body is launched upwards as he runs to the closest toilet bowl, vomiting whatever he ingested a few hours ago. as his eyes get used to the darkness, he recognizes parts of his bathroom– surprising that his own body took care of getting him back to the comfort of his own home. noah is practically patting his own back as he limps back to the living room, bumping into the most random furniture; huh. he snuggles back into the couch, unbuttoning his shirt a bit more and then his pants because whew, he could feel the spectre of an evil stomachache lurking just around the corner, plus the warmth of the booze just evaporating out of his skin- d i s g u s t i n g.

through half-open eyelids, noah makes out a small silhouette ( @ssumariko ), but he promptly ignores it. probably some girl he brought over; and if she is babbling on ( he couldn’t really tell; everything felt like it was screaming at him, even the pillow sounds angry that he’s drooled over it ), he swats her off. yet again, his body was taking over, taking care of his sad, sad mind that was lost somewhere, who knows?

he finally raises his head at her, because between the walls, the pillow and the human being, only one could shut the fuck up.

“listen, uh…, babe,“, one could fall asleep just looking at his struggle to keep awake, his words mumbled through a deep & mellow voice, “the door’s right fuckin’–“, a yawn, “–there. you’re free to fuck off.“ his tone held no aggression, it was almost too welcoming.

it’s been one hell of a long day for mariko.

for starters, one of the new interns at work had spilled a vanilla latte all over her desk while they were returning from a coffee run, turning her designs into a soggy, sugary mess. the designs she’s been working on for the past few weeks, gone just like that. of course, she made sure that they would never do that again, which involved embarrassing them in front of the rest of her colleagues.

mariko’s worked hard for her position ( probably the best intern that damn company has ) so god forbid another incompetent intern ruins her drawings once more because they can’t do something as simple as a fucking coffee run.

so she returns back to the dorms after spending a few hours redrawing everything, a scowl etched onto her face rather than her usual unbothered expression. and as if things could not get any more worse, the elevator breaks down again and she’s left alone to wallow in self-pity and rage for ten minutes, wondering why her father was paying so much for her to reside in the dorms when they clearly use the money for things that aren’t maintenance work.

when she finally gets to her dorm room ( a.k.a. her safe haven, the only place where she’ll actually show more than five different expressions ), she slips off her shoes and makes her way to her bed, letting herself fall face first on it regardless of the makeup she had on. with an audience of eleven stuffed toys, she lets out a frustrated scream, which is thankfully muffled by her pillow because she is in no mood to deal with that neighbour of hers.

once her little tantrum is over, mariko changes into her pyjamas, removes her makeup and piercings before swaddling herself in a fluffy blanket with her laptop in front of her playing pulp fiction. eventually, she becomes so engrossed in the movie that she tunes out all of her surroundings to focus on uma thurman, which in retrospect, was a huge fucking mistake.

as she’s about to doze off towards the end of the film, a noise from downstairs startles her awake. then it hits her that she never locked the door behind her in her fit of rage. “what the fuck...” she mutters, rubbing her eyes before heading downstairs, ready to throw fists at whoever decided to enter her humble abode.

once her eyes adjust to the darkness, she recognises the intruder as her strange neighbour that always ran out of sugar for some weird reason. her strange neighbour who has the audacity to wave her off and tell her to fuck off from her apartment, just when she had calmed down.

“are you fucking serious?” 

forgive me father for i’m about to fight a bitch.

striding towards him in her fuzzy purple slippers, she grabs a bottle of water from the few she keeps by the coffee table and twists it open. she lets the cap fall to the ground before proceeding to pour some water over his face, taking a sip from the bottle afterwards. “listen, babe.” yes, she’s really pulling the imitation card. “the door’s right there. you’re free to fuck off—from my apartment.”

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“ Looks like it’s going to rain. Don’t forget to bring an umbrella. ”

— november prompts ; accepting !!

she offers him a small smile, one reserved for those she genuinely liked such as her favourite senior. “don’t worry.” she picks up her forgotten umbrella that was propped against the table, before getting up and checking the time. if anything, mariko hated being late for work. “i won’t be caught dead in drenched gosha.”

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“ Don’t be rude. Not everyone is on the same wavelength as you. ”

— november prompts ; accepting !!

“no shit,” she sighs and glances up from her book to stare at the girl with an uninterested gaze, the girl’s comment being something she’s heard far too many times to be affected by. “geez, would it kill you guys to be just a little more original?” rolling her eyes, she then draws her gaze away from the other and returns to her book. 

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“ Are you really going for Christmas shopping today? ” ( // ooc: not a starter )

— november prompts ; accepting !!

“might as well get it over with.” mariko mutters, checking her bag to make sure that her wallet is inside. she goes over the checklist of what she’ll be buying today in her head, before sliding on her headphones. “i’d rather avoid squeezing my way through middle aged adults who can’t even afford the gifts they’re eyeing. now, if you could please back away from the door, that’d be great.”

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ssusuyeon:

/ . it was weird to think the great nam suyeon hadn’t gone out clubbing. instead he’d been tucked up inside his room all day trying to make sure his portfolio that was due tomorrow was in tip top condition. hence the whole stone cold sober thing, lets just say he was regretting it. though he supposes it wasn’t all bad, not when he’d almost finished and was now on his way to grab a coffee so he could keep going a little longer. he wasn’t sure how but somewhere along the lines he ended up on the wrong floor and as if by chance he’s greeted with quite a sight. kurosawa mariko dancing, more precisely making a fool of herself, and singing along in very childish pjs. a look far from the cool girl image she usually wore. it took everything for him not to keel over and die from laughter, jumping a little when she suddenly calls out. / “ well ur, you actually “ / . trying his best to keep a straight face but failing miserably, a laugh erupting from his lips. / “ the door was already open, anyone could have seen. it just happened to be me hahaha. “ 

         (  * now, if mariko was sober, there was no way in hell that she’d be caught embarrassing herself like this. her reputation would be dead in a ditch. however, sober mariko is dead in that very same ditch right now as well, leaving tipsy mariko with full control—or a lack thereof. so somehow, she conjures up a smug smile directed at her audience of one when he lets out a burst of laughter.  )   keep laughing, but i’ll still be cooler than you, sober or drunk.   (  * she turns around, back facing him to continue bopping to the song, because as if she’s gonna let him rain on her parade.  )   you ain’t shit compared to me and my my melody pyjamas, nam suyeon!

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“ It’s exam season soon. I’m going to die. ”

— november prompts ; accepting !!

“that would be a shame.” exam season didn’t bring out much stress in mariko, compared to many other students including the one sat before her in the library. if anything, she got more stressed afterwards worrying about her grades after that one fiasco with one of her professors. gaze now on marius and away from her book, she smiles. “i call dibs on keeping speckles then.”

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“ I’m Thor! I’m Thor! Wait, this isn’t Halloween anymore. ”

— november prompts ; accepting !!

she glances up from her phone to stare at saebyul in interest for a brief moment. it wasn’t everyday that you’d see the student council president parading around and calling herself thor. the only thing the other girl and thor had in common was the blonde hair. “took you three weeks to realise that, huh?”

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ssuahin:

« *— ┆ 001. ( ft. @ssumariko )

      ahin is in dire need of smoke. but he is broke. his kind of broke is that kind of he can’t even buy a proper meal broke.

      “dammit,” he mutters, because he is pissed to find nothing on the box of cigs. smoking is his bad habit and is practically routine ever since high school and you don’t just break a routine because you’re broke. why is bad things happen to a good people, he wonders. if the amount of a person’s misfortunes defined their virtue, then he should be a saint right now. because her his day for a lack of a better phrase, been a completely batshit crazy. and not in a good way. his day started with the tremendous amount of paper that due next week and  he forgot to charge his phone last night so he is phoneless today; something in him losing half of his soul without it, and there are things that have gone wrong in student coucil and now he sneers at the empty box of cigs in his hand–smoking is the only way to release some stress in him but he doesn’t even have money to buy a cigarette right now. not even enough money to buy a value meal for today. yes, he is that broke.

      he hates this. he hates to have too many paper with a short deadline, he hates unnecessary problems in student council, he hates how his mouth now tastes nothing but a sweet taste of sugar from his lollipop because he doesn’t have any cigarette left. he hates how absolutely everything has to go wrong in a single day and how it ruined his mood for the rest of the day (or more). “ya, kill me now.. right now. right this instant.”

mariko sits beside ahin in relative silence, brows furrowed in concentration as her pencil goes over her sketchbook to form a messy drawing that may or may not get thrown in the trash later on. the book is a lot more thinner than it was when she got it two months ago, numerous pages ripped out and thrown away because of how nitpicky she tends to be. 

that, and sometimes she drew with a pen.

when her friend speaks up, any form of concentration she once had is shattered and her hand jerks, ruining an already shitty drawing. she lets out a sigh, closing the book and stuffing it back into her bag along with the pencil. now that drawing is definitely going into the trash. she’d probably have to buy a new sketchbook soon from the looks of it. 

she glances at ahin and the empty box in his hand before rolling her eyes, reaching into her bag for the pack of cigarettes she bought the other day. she tosses it into his lap along with a lighter, not picking one for herself because she isn’t in the mood to murder her lungs at the moment. instead, she takes out a pack of bubblegum and pops one into her mouth. 

“stop sulking, you big baby.” she says, leaning against him before she blows a pink bubble. it pops and she stares at him for a moment, squinting her eyes at him as she tries to remember what she was going to suggest the other day before it finally hits her. “let’s go get your tongue pierced.”

* DIFFERENT KIND OF VIBE.

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ssujiyeon:

with @ssumariko​ !! 

( !! — how the hell she ended up here, she has no clue, but one minute, she’s walking, trying to shove a textbook into her bag and not really succeeding, and in the next, she’s on the floor, contents of her bag spilled everywhere. there’s this weird throbbing on the side of her head that makes jiyeon feel as if her skull’s trying to crack open, like her brain’s turned into a slushie, ready to just make like her stuff and spill out. ) wh… ( !! — jiyeon groans as things slowly start to make sense, and she starts to connect the flying sphere in her peripheral just a second ago to her nearly-concussed state presently. her vision seems a little blurry as she looks up at the sky, the clouds looking extra fuzzier than usual. she tries to sit up, and fails miserably. ) jesus fucking christ. ( !! — there’s the sound of footsteps approaching, frantic until they come to a complete halt a few feet away from her. there’s a voice talking to her, panicked, but she can’t comprehend a thing that’s being said. a head pops into view, still hazy but she can make out the general contours of a head, and jiyeon flinches with shock. the floodgates just burst open, and in her surprise, she starts to ramble. ) oh shit, i’m dead. the fucking virgin mary’s come to pay me a visit. thought god usually sent the angels, but i’ll take it. i’d like to take a moment to just apologise and ask for forgiveness for all my wrongdoings, if that’s okay with you, jesus. i’m sorry for taking the lord’s name in vain. sorry for wearing short skirts and dyeing my hair. sorry for hoarding lipsticks. sorry for that chick i had sex with last year. sorry for that dude i had sex with last month, but i think you’ve already punished me for that one, right? his dick was ti– oh god, my fucking head.

         (  * since she isn’t feeling up to doing work at the moment, mariko decides to stay behind as the rest of the team members left once training finishes. now left to her own devices, she follows her usual solo training drill and when ready, kicks the ball towards the goal with a lot more force and aggression than usual. only this time, she slips on the wet grass and instead of the goal, she watches as the ball hits a student by the side of the field.  )   oh god, not again.   (  * she runs over, stopping the ball from rolling away and looking at the girl for any signs of bleeding or a concussion.  )   shit, are you alright? what’s today’s date and where are you right now?   (  * mariko holds two fingers over the girl’s line of vision and is about to ask her how many fingers she’s holding up when she’s interrupted by a sudden string of words and tears. she simply stares as the girl continues to sob and ramble about things that she didn’t really need to know about, mouth slightly ajar and brows furrowed after being called ‘the fucking virgin mary’. when the girl finally stops, mariko immediately speaks up to avoid any further rambling because christ, can that girl talk.  )   first of all, i’m not the fucking virgin mary. the big guy definitely wouldn’t send angels for you as well with the sacrilegious shit you’ve done anyways. second of all, you aren’t dead, but you definitely have a concussion and you should probably get that checked soon, if not right now.

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don’t stop, make it pop ; for @ssusuyeon​.

          (  * mariko hardly makes bad decisions, or at least, that’s what she likes to think. however, parties and clubbing pretty much call for doing something dumb, or witnessing something dumb. this time, it’s doing. tonight, she drank enough alcohol to leave her nearly falling headfirst into the dorm elevator.  )   jesus fuck —  (  * somehow, she manages to make it into her room despite forgetting to shut the door behind her. two minutes later, she’s all dressed in her pastel pink my melody pyjamas with the top on backwards, blasting wednesday campanella on full volume and dancing around regardless that it’s past midnight and she has a reputation to maintain. suddenly, she feels the stare of someone burning into her back and turns around to point at the culprit, stray strands of hair falling out of her badly done bun.  )   yah! what are you looking at, huh?   ( * then she notices the non-existent door blocking her view of him.  )  the fuck — how’d you open my door?

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ssusooyoung:

sooyoung is facing two crisis at this very moment.

she’s almost drunk

she’s stuck inside a lift with kurosawa mariko

yep. that kurosawa mariko. the campus’ female football’s team captain whose match sooyoung had been watching and got them memorized since day one she got into cheerleading club. piercing glare and forever unbothered face but gives people ( actually, just her–maybe ) heart palpitations every time she smiles. yeah, that’s her

wait, why is she even nervous?

“hello?? excuse me??” she’s pressing on the alarm button on the panel without mercy, at the same time trying to hold back the headache creeping on both sides of her temple. it’s been almost five minutes since the lift had abruptly stopped in the middle of the fourth and fifth floor and no one is answering to their call for help yet. “we have someone stuck in here!! hello??”

from all the times she could pick, sooyoung chose today to forgot charging her powerbank. not that it would be much help if she couldn’t find any reception, though. but at least she could’ve reassured herself that she had done all that she could. or maybe that’s just her pride trying to recover what’s left of itself. 

and really, having mariko stuck with her inside doesn’t make things any better. to her heart rate at least.

@ssumariko

when the lift abruptly stops, mariko finds herself mentally patting herself on the back for not getting totally shitfaced at the party. though her pupils are a lot more dilated than usual — courtesy of that random art student — she didn’t have to worry about embarrassing herself in front of a somewhat familiar face.

( not that the familiarity mattered. she makes a conscious effort to avoid any form of embarrassment anyways. )

so she leans against the cool wall, before sliding down to sit on the elevator floor as she watches the smaller girl fruitlessly attack the alarm button of the elevator with an amused look. it’s barely two am and she doesn’t have any morning lectures so this hardly bothers her as much as it did to the other girl stuck in the lift with her.

“the security guard is off in dreamland somewhere.” mariko comments offhandedly, taking out her phone to find some reception. as expected, there’s only one bar and it’s not enough to call anyone. “try your luck again in like, ten minutes.” looking up, she gets a good look at the girl and her mind somehow manages to place just where she has seen her before.

“you’re a cheerleader, right?”

girls girls girls

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The bi-weekly prompts have arrived, and this means that you can start anything with these prompts within the confines of time suggested ( for example, the first half of the month would be 1 - 15 and second half the rest ). While you can continue the threads / memes started or submitted after the specified period, it’s suggested to not start it over the allotted time to avoid confusion. As usual, please don’t circulate this outside the roleplay, and please have common courtesy by sending these to those who have reblogged, especially when it’s for headcanons. If they’re prompts, you can always use them as starters — just remember to transfer the ask replies to new posts instead of reblogging them as to not clog the dashboard. Please note that the prompts are tailored for both students and staff members, meaning they’re eighteen and above, and might include themes such as alcohol, etc. Now, without further ado, let’s get to the prompts!

PROMPTS FOR THE SECOND HALF OF NOVEMBER:

“ It’s exam season soon. I’m going to die. ”

“ You’re so two-thousand-and-late. ”

“ Too shy or too scared? ”

“ You’re a bit… too much for this. ”

“ Don’t exaggerate; I swear you’re really hyperbolic. ”

“ Don’t be rude. Not everyone is on the same wavelength as you. ”

“ Looks like it’s going to rain. Don’t forget to bring an umbrella. ”

“ Does Seoul really have to rain all day, every day? ”

“ Recently, it feels like living in London with all the gloom and doom. ”

“ Hey, that’s my umbrella! It’s got my name on it. ”

“ You’re soaked. Not really prepared for the weather, huh? ”

“ It’s the perfect season for some good whiskey. ”

“ There’s a new bar down the… oh, right, you don’t drink. ”

“ Are you really going for Christmas shopping today? ”

“ Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for Christmas jam? ”

“ Oh goodness, that’s such a huuuuge Christmas tree. ”

“ What are you getting me for Christmas? ”

“ Never too early for Christmas. It’s Christmas all year round. ”

“ All I want for Christmas is you. ”

“ Don’t expect too much for Christmas. I’m broke. ”

“ Where can we get the Santa hats? ”

“ Movie marathon! Let’s start with Christmas movies. ”

“ Did you really just sing a Christmas carol? ”

“ Do you even have a calendar? ”

“ I’m Thor! I’m Thor! Wait, this isn’t Halloween anymore. ”

“ Let’s just watch It again. ”

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° RIPE & RUIN.

for @ssuxnoeul.

the door slams shut behind her, drawing the attention of the students walking past. “stupid oaf wouldn’t know what fashion is even if it punched him in his wrinkly, saggy face.” mariko mutters to herself and proceeds to crumple the sheet of paper in her grip into a tight ball, dumping it in the bin nearby.

she didn’t need a reminder of the damn grade she received for the assignment. in the three years that she’s been a student in samseong, she has always scored above seventy-five percent, especially for her assignments.

kurosawa mariko never gets a plain seventy, let alone a sixty-five.

storming down the corridor, she takes her phone out from her bag and begins texting the first person who comes to mind in a situation like this, students parting before her and hastily moving to the side to avoid her wrath. 

[ kkt » noeul ✨ ] who let a fucking corpse teach my class [ kkt » noeul ✨ ] someone should put him back in his casket [ kkt » noeul ✨ ] and six feet under where he belongs

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° STAY GOLD.

for @ssuseul.

the night is still young when she arrives at the scene: 1:24am, an empty highway on the outskirts of seoul with cars lining up at the starting line, all ready to go. someone revs their engine and she rolls her eyes. a friend waves her over, beckoning her to stand by him to watch, but she shakes her head and instead, walks towards another friend, eyeing the keys in his grasp.

she doesn’t plan on just watching and betting tonight.

the steering wheel of the murcielago is unfamiliar in mariko’s hands, yet it’s not a total stranger either. is this within her comfort zone? no. she’d be much more comfortable with her motorbike, however, the unfamiliarity is what makes this fun.

after making sure everything is working, she drives up to the starting line and notices another familiar face in the vehicle next to hers. her crimson tinted lips curve into a smirk as the window rolls down. “isn’t this a little past your bedtime?” there’s still time for small talk, besides it’s not like she planned on winning anyways. “just how many energy drinks did you down before this?”

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tracker 130117

day one and i’m already losing track of things sfkljh

waiting for:

@ssuahin ; starter

@ssusooyoung ; starter

@ssuseul ; reply

writing for:

@ssuxnoeul ; starter

plotting with:

@ssumarius

@ssukangdae

@ssujiyeon

@ssusuhyun

more ???????