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KIBUM

「 ♡ 」 … *┊                                KIBUM WANTED TO GET out of here, why was no one listening to him? These therapies weren’t helping him and the nights here were horrible. So many patients were screaming during the night and taking away his precious sleeping time. What were the doctors here expecting Kibum to say? That he was crazy? That he wasn’t normal because he saw things? Wait, they weren’t even aware of the fact that Kibum was seeing things in the shadows unless he has told them in an insane phase already, Kibum didn’t know. He wasn’t even aware which day they had today. Was it Monday? Thursday? Which month they had right now? And why this horrible music all the time? Shouldn’t they take care of the people who were really sick? Those who eat their own excrement or get violent against others?

A faint female voice and a warm breath close to his neck caused Kibum to flinch. He almost jumped from his chair, but instead of doing so he widened his eyes wide, staring at the young woman in front of him. Where did she come from? “I— really don’t.” He answered, quite dumbfounded by this blunt statement. Was she a normal person here between the crazy people? “Do…do you belong here? You…look normal to me.”

     While it is true, that there were indeed many people who weren’t quite sane, kept inside the walls of the asylum, it’s also quite noteworthy knowing that they didn’t start out that way.  The doors to the institute needed to be kept open, and for that to happen, they needed patients to treat, and so they created their own patients, fashioned them out of ordinary people. Locked them away in the dark, in the damp, let fears begin to fester until there was something to treat, and even then, the treatments.. well they weren’t treatments at all. Lobotomies, shock therapy, punishments. All ‘fair’ dealings within the walls of the establishment. Luckily enough for sweet little Sooyeon, she knew her way around, she knew the ins and outs, the secret passageways, the tricks to get on their ‘good’ side--if you could even call it that.      “I look normal?” she repeats his words with a tone almost makes it sound as if it were an insult. Still close enough for him to feel her breath, warm against his skin, though she soon pulls back. Head tilted as she looks over his form. It’s a wonder she can focus on him with the mayhem going on around them. “funny... Kibum,” his name rolls right off the tip of her tongue as if she’s known him forever, truth is she’s never seen him before in her life, she had however, read his file. “Why are you in here?”

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ISSAC

         ❝ I’ll find a way. And, for the record — my claws are not cute. They’re pretty much the opposite of cute and you know that. So, why don’t you hide, and i’ll sort these assholes out, yeah? ❞

       ❝…Yeah, you’ll find a way to get yourself killed. ❞ danger lurks around the corner, and despite him not believing her, she was supposed to protect him, not the other way around.  ❝ Just, hide.. ❞ the druid pleads, her gaze fixed on his.  ❝ just until I figure out what they are and why they want you. ❞

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CHANHYUK:

starter for @abscvndita !!

                        “  did  you … cook  this  yourself ??  ”

      ❝…if you’re gonna say it tastes bad then I’m gonna say no. ❞

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KHALIA.

      “We’re all mad here, don’t be afraid.”

      ❝…Feed the madness and it feeds on you. ❞

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xnotangeles:

       ❛You know, it’s pretty outside during this month.❜ She gestured vaguely to her surroundings. The sun shone meekly from behind a plume of lingering clouds; it was warm, but pleasant — nothing compared to how cold it was in late December. ❛We could go to the park or something.❜

      ❝ D’ya know what else is pretty nice around this time? ❞ Sooyeon questions, paying little attention to their surroundings. There was only one thing on her mind, and that was sleep. The park could wait. The sun would shine again. Her mood however, was quickly turning sour.        ❝ laying in bed with the curtains open so the sun seeps in and warms your skin .❞

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kaikarie:

“You work at a radio station? How’s that like?”

      ❝ Can’t complain. I get paid to talk and play music isn’t that everyones dream? ❞

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MIKAEL:

“but hey ! be honest — do you really think that this shirt stands out ? like should i just wear dull shirts for the rest of my life ?”

      ❝First off Mikael, when am I ever not honest... wait, don’t answer that! Anyway for sure, it stands out, but it stands in a good way, forget dull shirts, this one looks good on you. ❞

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“It is 11:00 pm and we present to you, Woo Minjun’s Pillowtalk”

( INTRO PLAYING  0:00-0:15 )

“Everyone, you’re tired after a long day, right? Especially in this cold weather, it’s easy to get exhausted. I hope you are getting comfortable, and I will do my best to help you calm down. This is Woo Minjun and for the next two hours, you will be listening to Pillowtalk.”

- CHANYEOL, PUNCH - Stay With Me

- Calum Scott - Rhythm Inside

- WINNER - 센치해 (SENTIMENTAL)

“Ah.. I really love this song. Every time I hear it I feel so.. Sentimental. Do you guys get more emotional at night? I think I do. In the mornings, I don’t have a lot of strong feelings, but as the day progresses, more things happen and my feelings sort of grow stronger too, and finally at night, they are very heavy. But there is a comfort in knowing that everything is temporary, please remind yourselves of this too. This next song, has been very important to me, as I could relate to the lyrics really well. In fact all of the songs I’m playing today have great meaning, so I hope you will enjoy them like I do. But there are times when we feel like the only way to survive, is to fake a smile and pretend to be happy. We might think that it will help people around us, that they will stop worrying about us and that we are protecting ourselves while doing so. But you should know that there is always someone who is willing to listen and you should take whichever hand that is reaching out for you and receive the help you need, because there is nothing worse than to lie to yourself about your own feelings. There is no need to pretend, when you can instead be honest and try your best to heal.”

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         ❝ Or — better idea! — I could stay out in the open and just beat up them all to a pulp! ❞

        ❝...right, sure, but uh, think about this-- How are you going to fight something you can’t touch? Your cute little claws aren’t going to help us right now Issac, trust me. ❞

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silyeogs:

“Gonna go to that hospital,” he answers quickly. No use in trying to be transparent and coy. DJ lives for cheap thrills, Donghyun isn’t a fan of horror unless he’s watching it with a girl, suspense doesn’t get to him like DJ. With one less sense to help him, it’s like the fear of not knowing isn’t a fear anymore to him. When he was young and second guessing everything that moved without speaking first – it was a pain, he felt inferior. Now? DJ steps up to the plate before even considering if there is a opportunity to stand there. “Spirits never die,” he says after adjusting his hat. “I don’t need a hair cut, it’s cold out, my ears get cold easily, I need the extra warmth.” He can’t get her words out of his head, the affect she was going for has worked. DJ was already intrigued but all this girl has done is feed the fire. 

“What about you? What are you doing after I get my hair cut? Wanna come with? This isn’t some Ghost Adventures parody, I’m not looking to communicate…” He merely wants the opportunity to exist with spirit of the unknown ( he isn’t against the idea of being used as some type of host, it sounds scary but – ) “But if I get mauled by an angry spirit or something and you’re the only one who now knows I’m interested in going so I need someone to tell my uncle and brother where my unrecognizable body is waiting for them to pick up.” 

     A single glance down at the watch strapped to the circumference of her wrist tells her she’s running out of time. What’s new? Sooyeon was always running out of time, she never had enough days, never enough hours, never enough minutes. The sand in her hourglass emptied much quicker than others, the flow too fast, too thick, her time was running out, yes in more ways than one. “You don’t know just how much time i’ve spent waiting for someone to say just that.” the brunette announces. The very corners of her lips twisting up into something that could only be described as a mischievous smile. Yes. Her time was running out, but that wasn’t going to stop her from spending it exactly how she wanted-- besides, who needs journalism classes when you can see (talk and touch,) the dead for gods sakes.      Sweet little Sooyeon rises to her feet, a coffee gone cold, long forgotten on that table in front of her. As he, whose name she still does not know, (perhaps, does not want to know) fusses with his belongings. He reaches for his hat, and she does the same, placing the thing atop her head before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Skip the haircut, you said so yourself you don’t need it. Let’s go right now my car is parked around the corner...”  she pauses, giving him but a moment to think it offer, “promise I’m not some kind of murderer or something.” 

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I wanted to get a few more things done here, but I’ve run out of time fml anyway, find us on aim for either ic interactions or ooc plotting purposes @ abscvndita if you find it hard to add first, you can also leave your aim ID’s below and I’ll have Sooyeon approach. I’ll be back to do a few more thread replies later in the evening, until then, have a good day everyone!

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horrorclicks:

verse:the war between light and darkness (modern fable: the lost chapters au!) 

open; m/f/nb/etc (fellow gang members, bartender, prostitute, anyone related to the underground lifestyle) 

guiding the younger girl through the crowed nightclub, norville held her hand tightly to ensure that she wouldn’t wander off too far. a cigarette hung comfortably between his lips as he scanned the crowd for their target that evening. spotting them near the bar area, he scooped her up and carried her the rest of the way. “josephine wanted to see you…” the man called out over the loud music.  “twinblade will send someone to cover your shift” he stated putting an end to whatever they were doing at the time. the child in his arms is smiling brightly as ever, proudly carrying around her brand new polly pocket set that she had been given earlier in the day. “let’s play together. mr. said we can order pizza and stay up until a million o'clock”  the later half was untrue but he did not argue her statement.

    The moment the name, foreign, yet oh-so-familiar, rolls off the tip of Norville’s tongue a smile begins to bloom, bright like a flower, across the curve of Sooyeons stained lips. “Me?” she asks in question but knows the answer. She turns and sets down the bottle she’d been retrieving from a shelf behind her, after all, they deserved her full, undivided attention. “what a lovely little surprise!” she exclaims, a hand reaching beneath the bar for a moment or two before producing a capri sun juice drink. Leaning across the bar, she holds the drink out towards the child in his arms, her other hand reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind the girls ear. “did mister also buy you that Polly pocket set?” she speaks, this time directed to the child, voice just loud enough to hear over the music. “does this mean, mister is gonna play for that pizza too?”

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fluorvte

「 ♡ 」 … *┊                                HAPPY FRENCH MUSIC WAS blasting from the speakers in the common room. Something that should calm the people around down and spread a happy feeling in a place which was cursed with nothing but fear, sorrow, and insanity. Kim Kibum, a young former ballet dancer, sat on one of the countless armchairs around. His legs were lifted up so that he could wrap his arms around his knees. Bandages were wrapped around his arms, hidden beneath the long sleeves of his patient’s clothes. How did he end up here? Kibum couldn’t quite recall it, all he knew was that he woke up in a hospital, doctors telling him that he tried to kill himself (which he didn’t) and now he was here, in a hospital for people with a mental problem. Kibum curled his hands a bit tighter around the thin fabric of his pants while he kept his chin resting on his knees. His feline shaped eyes observed a few other patients playing some stupid card game, others just did nothing but staring at the wall. A nurse told Kibum, that he should be grateful to sit here, it meant that he was less of a problem to other people. But was he really? “I am  n o t  crazy.” How often has he said this already? Too many times, but he felt like no one was listening to him. He was a dancer, a good one with an incredible future – and now?

    She’d been discretely watching him since he’d been brought in. Sooyeon was indeed a curious thing, and perhaps one day it’d get her killed, it had after all got her chucked in with in the insane, what else would it do? She was always told curiosity killed the cat, but didn’t the cat have nine lives? What did it matter to her anyway? She wasn’t a cat. She was however, misunderstood.  She saw things no one else could see, that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. She had a gift people claimed to be a curse. People lock up what they can’t understand. So why, she wonders, was he there? From the outside, he seemed normal, in the sense that he wasn’t wearing soiled underwear on his head like Minjae, or eating dirt from the ground like Sohyun. Yes, he seemed normal, but she couldn’t tell for sure.     Plucking up the courage to move out from the shadows of the corner of the room, sweet little Sooyeon makes her way towards him with light steps. She is quiet. Goes unnoticed until she whispers and suddenly her breath is warm against his neck. “You don’t belong here…”

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silyeogs:

Starting conversations with strangers is a bit of DJ’s thing, he’s too good at it. But striking up a conversation with his coffee shop neighbor is loads easier than telling a shrink about that one time he listened his parents get into a screaming match after he won the spelling bee over something that had nothing to do with him. She sounds eager and all it does is prompt DJ to give himself a internal high five that he didn’t approach the wrong stranger and end up with coffee all over his lap or something. “It all depends on the situation.” He wants to be fake deep and say ghosts aren’t just the paranormal but the unfinished arguments and open ended love stories with plot holes. DJ thinks the ‘what if’s’ in life could be considered ghosts but he isn’t looking to depress this girl. 

“It depends on your belief system. What if their loved ones don’t believe in afterlife and passing on? Dead is dead in the ground with the bugs and dirt in a box. Or in an ugly vase on your grandmother’s mantle in Montauk, New York,” he offers – it’s only a little fake deep but he couldn’t help himself. “Have you ever been to the hospital? Or a haunted hotel even?” Siri’s voice speaks out, ‘Reminder: hair cut at four pm.’ It startles DJ, he’s forgotten all about his haircut and his knee jumps, knocking into the table, “ah –” he’s knocked over that stupid stick ( Minji is getting pampered today. ) “Sorry about that,” he chuckles wryly. He picks it up after getting his phone to shut up.  “To give you the short answer: yes, I do believe in ghosts.”

     Watching with a curious gaze, Sooyeon leans that tiny bit closer, her ass practically at the edge of her seat, because that’s what curiosity does to her, it drags her in closer, grips her with an iron claw and refuses to let her go.  “depends on the situation, huh?” she repeats, her tone quizzical. The gears and cogs inside her brain twist and turn, she wonders if inside his head does the same. Wonders how he thinks, how he works. “so, you don’t think there are any ghosts here, right now? Right this minute?” she challenges, though knows not to go too far. People often think she’s crazy, despite her pretty appearance, she has something dark inside her that keeps others at arms length. Luckily for her, he can’t see that, though, just because he can’t see that, did it mean he couldn’t see anything at all. He could have the sight for all she knows. Still, she falls silent and allows him a moment to talk without interrupting this time.      “Of course, it is true dead is dead. The body does not last forever, it will rot, decay, become nothing more than fertilizer.. or of course, like you said, ashy remains in a pot on your grandmothers mantle in...” she pauses, not quite sure how to get her tongue around it, but manages to without butchering it too much. “Montauk, New York.”Yes, the body dies, but what about the soul? The spirit?” she wants to leave the question hanging for him, wants to give it a moment to sink in, to let him think about it, but god damn, fucking Siri just has to come along and ruin the mood. It makes her jump too, though not enough to bang her knee against the table as he had done, she does however, end up knocking her head against his shoulder the moment she decides to be a good Samaritan and help him retrieve his stick. He gets there first and she’s left with a dull ache smack bang in the middle of her forehead.        Rubbing the patch of skin, Sooyeon tries her best to not complain, hopes that somehow, he hasn’t noticed, because hot damn would that be embarrassing.  “Mm, No, never been to it myself, but, my uncle claimed to have been treated there before he was moved somewhere else.” she’s not saying she doesn’t believe him, but she doesn’t. “Strangely enough I’ve also never been to a haunted hotel... have you?” for someone with quite the penchant for the supernatural, she hadn’t gotten around much. “uh--, what are you doing after that haircut of yours?”

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silyeogs:

DJ sits, nursing his smoothie laptop open as he aimlessly surfs the internet. It’s a normal occurrence when he has nothing to do but has enough will to go out and try to attempt something when his friends come up short for socialization during the day. The scent of fresh coffee is something close to an aphrodisiac and free WiFi is always a yes. It’s not a root-beer float but it gets the job done just as well. 

“Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital is considered one of the creepiest places found on Earth,” his laptop reads to DJ in English. How he wound up on a site that had a list of creepy places all over the world? Who knows, DJ is highly susceptible to click bait. But the bait worked and he’s thoroughly intrigued as he reads further on about the history of the place. “Wow,” he mutters to himself once he’s gotten to the bottom of his cup. 

Knuckles drumming along the surface he gives the presence near him at their own table a inquisitive nod of his head, pushing his headphones to his neck, “do you believe in ghosts?” he questions without preamble.

     She had only meant to stop in for a quick lunch before heading off back to campus, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her the moment she’d heard him speak. Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital. Sooyeon being Sooyeon, She’d heard of the place many times before.  Once from her uncle Minseo who had claimed to be a patient there at one point before it had been shut down a mere fifteen years ago, and then countless other times, from those who contacted her during her pirate radio show. Point is, she knows about the place, knows the stories that surround it, has Intel from an insider. and so when she overhears him, yes, it tickles her curiosity, perhaps a little more than it should.       She only becomes aware she’s been staring in his general direction for the past eight minutes or so when he finally looks over to her. He’s cute, but not entirely her type still, that’s not the point. The point is, she’s been sat there for almost ten minutes staring at him, that in itself is kind of creepy. “Oh... me?” she finally speaks, her voice soft as her brows furrow ever so slightly. She hums soft, plays dumb for a moment or two before nodding, once, twice, three times. Of course she believed in ghosts, those who didn’t were foolish.  Shifting in her seat, Sooyeon rests both elbows atop the table she sits at, body slightly turned in his direction as an excited smile spreads across her face ”Of course I do... don’t you?”

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Daesung didn’t go to bars very much. In fact, he’d only spent a couple of weeks after Minji’s death in them. In that time, he’d only drank a couple of times. After all, he had still grown up in church and he had been put off alcohol from a young age. Still, he went to them occasionally when he’d had a bad week and was itching for a fight. So that was where he was tonight. Daesung plopped himself down on a seat at the bar and waited for the bartender to come his way.

     The moon hangs low in the sky tonight as all things that go bump in the night come out to play-- Sooyeon included. She masquerades as another unknowing stranger in a sea of unfamiliar faces, but the truth is she knows much more than she lets on, and that’s what makes her dangerous. Deceivingly delicate, sweet little Sooyeon sashay’s her way down to despondently dreaming Daesung. He’s definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time. Torchwood has no business in the House of Erebus. “my love, are you lost?”

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« Free day out? I think I can ask for that –where do you need to go? »

     “D’ya remember that cabin in the woods we spent time in the summer? I need you to drive me back up there, I left something important in the wardrobe.”