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He was just about to comment, but there really was nothing for him to say. He only somewhat anticipated what happened next, and what he saw as a well-deserved punch sent him staggering back, hands flying up instinctively to shield the middle portion of his face. "Fuck!" He hissed, eyes immediately tearing up before he blinked them away. There was an instinctive urge to ask why the hell he had just been punched, but because he already knew he bit his tongue, dabbing underneath his nostril and sighing heavily at the bit of blood gathered on his thumb. He glanced at Knight, a part of him wary that he wasn't finished yet.

"…And without a word to anyone." Brow furrowed, and he simply stared at the other male in silence before flexing his fingers, cocking a now curled fist back, and landing a punch square against the nose. "..Tch."

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His head hung at the question, and he raised a hand to rub at his nape. "Ah... A lot of places, really." A part of him wondered why he had not been hit yet. "Mostly the States.." 

"…Where’ve you been?"

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Hey. I'm Jongdae.

Byunghun. -replies blandly with a nod- It’s nice to meet you.

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  In this world we live in, humanity no longer exists  

       Say, does annihilating criminals justifies murder?      

              For me, I kill for my life.  

                     I go by the name Four, or Cissy. 

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—— ℋis muscles were seared with the turmoil of anguish, thereof tormenting his propelling limbs. Ribcage battered by his hammering heart, even Charles' mentality doubted the certainty of his ribs not caving into bone rubble. Undeterred by the struggle, his pained legs were held in motion, irregular breaths gusted into the air, but still, he kept the soles of his dust-sprinkled shoes hitting against the cobble in efficient strides.

—— ℭuriosity's meandering, invisible claws had delved sovereignty over his brain, toying his mind into the imprisonment of trickery's arms. And it lead him, to investigate an intriguing scene; evidently his nose had been sniffing around at the wrong time, and his pursuers tailed him. Charles' chocolate brown orbs were soon greeted by a wall; a blind corner. Nowhere to run, nowhere to seek hiding place. 

—— Ɲew to his supernatural ability, Charles' eyelids had fallen over his alarmed eyes, desperate gasps for oxygen aiding with sedating his panicked self, filling his starved lungs. His posterior rested against the firmness of the wall, and for a lack of better word.. Charles earned himself a wham to the face, escaping, though with a busted lip.

—— ℭharles' lids rose to a new realm.. No wonder he attracted the attention of gazes from passerby, he stuck out like a sore thumb. To his acumen, everything was so alien.. zilch was to his familiarity. Where.. was he?

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"Just... Once, it would be nice..."

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It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

Gabrielle Zevin (via twiceuponatale)

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