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Update ;

So I'm going to be taking a break from FC for awhile. ;; Sorry to all the people I was plotting/writing with. I feel really, really, REALLY awful about just vanishing. lajksdasdf *cries and hugs you all*

Basically I lost my password (like an idiot) and then my muse started struggling and it's just been a mess. *sighs deeply*

I do plan to return eventually, but Joongki needs some work and maybe a face change, and at the moment other things are taking up my time. Sleep as it is isn't a very prevalent thing so if I lose any more I could become an insomniac. *laughs into the sun*

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT! Again I feel horrid about just leaving, but I think I've hogged Joongki for too long as it is. ;;

You all are so sweet and lovely here. I will miss you bunches! <3 Take care of yourselves! I pray we meet again, and hopefully I'll get some more time soon to reevaluate this mess of a muse.

*throws hearts at you all* <3 <3 <3

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Sun lay scattered across the dry grass like paint splotches over muted-green acrylic, warmth clinging in the air like an oppressive blanket, weighing on the body like sweaty clothes and dragging at the eyelids like the sandman’s charms.

It was such a lazy afternoon.

Joongki was utterly exhausted, days of endless schedules filling up his calendar until not even the smallest writing could fit within the stark white boxes already overflowing with activity. It was madness, a constant show of impossibility as he ran back and forth endlessly.

So today, he chose to blow it all off.

Though it was irresponsible and foolish, even in his own mind, Joongki knew he could only take so much more. Like a computer running too many programs he was overheating and malfunctioning, the caffeine pumping through his system daily only getting him so far before a crippling weakness claimed every muscle and sleep dipped his head against the waiting desk of his classroom.

He was human, no matter what people said, and his humanity could only fight for so long.

It probably wasn’t helping that in the nighttime hours sleep was a battle, a mix of fear and nightmarish unconsciousness twisting through his reality as his body writhed in the sheets and he tangled himself in the depths of fictitious oblivion.

It was torture, pure torture-- until he gave up that is.

And thus marked the reasons he had given up “doing the right thing” today.

With little rest in his bones and few moments of sleep to calm his mind Joongki lounged on the fragile grass with his back resting firmly on the bubbling bark of a looming tree behind him and his fingers twisted lucid patterns through the humid air.

The gentle comfort of breeze was few and far between, the faint breaths playing with his hair gently as his eyes stared into nothingness and the empty spaces beyond.

Yet his fingers still moved.

It was like a dream, the biting tendrils of power seeping from his fingertips like the wires of a puppet master-- digits dancing patterns and the unlucky puppet following in stride within the waltz of soundless music the young man conducted. Joongki could neither deny that he was manipulating the creature nor realize that he was, so lost was he in half-consciousness that all he could do was follow the flow of the breeze, his powers waving back and forth like the tide as it drug the poor creature deeper into the shuttering pain of his cruel ability.  

And there would be no end.

Counterattack | Joongki & Eunji

Eunji never needed glasses, but the blur in the distance made her doubt the fact. 

She remained crouched behind the big oak tree - she was observing the rather peculiar situation. “What the ..” she muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow in response. She squinted to get a better look - or maybe it was simply because she did not believe the sight in front of her.

Another mutant - a boy - sat alone in the front foyer, a good fifty feet away. Must’ve been a newbie. But it wasn’t the charming looks the boy was gifted with that made her stop.

It was what he was doing.

A lone animal seemed like his only companion; no, not a companion. A toy. His hands moved in a swaying motion and the creature moved in suit.

Sure, she had the ability to control animals - but the something about the shrieking pains that escaped the tortured animal suggested an ability of a different nature.

She hesitated, contemplating her next move. Confrontations was never a strong suit for the introver. But some fishy business loomed - and she knew she had to step in.

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Ice cold sweat slid down his drink’s glassy surface in crisscrossing patterns, a dim and creamy light filling the bar as Joongki rested his chin on his palm and his eyes on the shifting crowd churning in the blurring shadows beyond.

It was strange how different they all were.

People watching had become a pastime Joongki had fallen into in recent days; slipping from the school’s endless halls of bombardment when his mind was filled to bursting with knowledge and his eyes ached from one too many hours staring into a book. It was odd watching others. Back home there never seemed to be an opportunity, such a hobby becoming lost in the constant churn of work to be done and tasks to be completed. It seemed pointless, a waste of time. Yet here, it was addictive in it’s own strange way.

Back home he knew everyone by name and little seemed to change that Joongki did not hear about before hand. Yet here people came and went like sparks from a fire, every one different, each bright speck fleeting and never to be seen again. It was so different, like watching an endless array of birds flutter past him in a tireless procession, and in a way, he found it fascinating.

Today however his attention was weak, intention skittering to the sidelines of his brain as exhaustion took over and thought vacated the premises.   

His eyes were staring into space, his cheek molded to the slant of his palm as his other hand traced lines over the wooden table using the droplets of perspired water from his glass as ink. Part of him wondered why he was still here, knowing his bed was the best place for him. Yet like a sinner trapped in the addiction of his ways, so too was Joongki too comfortable in the leather-lined booth to motivate himself to get up and leave.

Hours had been spent like this, the soft waves of music washing over him like the blankets of warmth would on a spring day, as his drink melted into a puddle of it’s own sweat as the ice melted into nothing within the crystal glass.

Life seemed to turn at a slower speed, time lost in the calm, but all was broken by a soft chime at the door and the appearance of a single female in the frame.

Oh great, her again.

Joongki could almost feel his soul leaving him at the sight of her, a large part of himself wishing to melt into his seat like the ice had within his drink moments ago.

He could not place the churn of emotions that lay heavy in his stomach and sunk in his chest, a mix of embarrassment, guilt, anger, hatred, and who knows what else seeming to clutch at his insides and infect his body until the young man felt as if he was breathing that cocktail of contradiction over his lips, his lungs full of it. However his eyes were vacant as they met with the girl’s sharply honed set.

The glare from Calypso bit harder than it should have, seeming to push his emotions deeper until they were drowning in the acid of his stomach as a clenching form of guilt took over.

Crap…

He tried to shake it off the moment it appeared, shifting his eyes away in an uncaring and loose manner as if the effect of her gaze had meant nothing and the pit slowly growing in his stomach didn’t exist.

Joongki chose to drink instead of watch her, throwing back the glass of uncatholic substance as the carbonation burned in his throat and the sweet taste suddenly turned sickening on his tongue.

He felt unwell. It was time to go.

With a dry swallow to rid himself of the feeling, the mutant rooted around in his pockets to find his wallet, slipping the small billfold from his pants as he himself slipped from the thin seating space and into a standing position. He sighed as he dropped payment onto the table, beginning to shove his wallet back away when the commotion to his right caught his eye and his attention followed.

Joongki almost smirked.

Against all odds Calypso seems to have taken the stage, her eyes squinting in the brilliance of the yellowed spotlight as all eyes turned to her and the music begun.

Yet no sound passed her lips.

Even Joongki could feel the awkwardness and agitation filling the air as the song played on with no voice to accompany it, the heavily pungent voices yelling out brash encouragement that seemed to help nothing as the woman hovered like a pale ghost in the light. For a moment he felt torn, hovering before his table, one foot edging towards the door and the other locking him to the scene and the girl who needed an escape rout. Yet, his indecision was unhelpful, seeing as now he was doing nothing.

Food started to be thrown, chunks of rubbish being flung from the tables in great globs as Joongki simply stared at the growing disaster. Even with the searching look of the girl before him, asking for help his body refused to move. Though he knew what the right thing to do was…he didn’t seem capable of doing it.    

The young man probably would have left if it had not been for what happened next, his body beginning to melt into the shadows until the unmistakable sound of water splashing hit his ears, and his dark eyes turned to take in the dangerous situation outplaying before him.

Someone had thrown a glass of water at her, she was wet…and therefore her powers—her tail—would not be far behind.

Crap…

Though no part of him wanted to move, the bitterness residing in him a rather cruel and heartless monster when provoked, his feet still acted and his body still ventured forward.

At least some part of him still had valor.

With speedy actions the young man pushed ahead, side-stepping tables and bumping into people in a messy rescue attempt with himself, ironically, in the position of protector.

It took only a matter of seconds for him to close the distance between table and stage, seconds he realized he had been counting subconsciously as he awaited the inevitable change.

The moment he came within grabbing distance of the girl he reached up, grasping her arm with a firm and unrelenting grip before dragging her down without a care to her balance, his other gloved hand coming to rest at her elbow in support as the uncontented roars of the audience erupted around them like cannon fire. And then the true battle began.

--A Drunken Mess `Calypso&Joongki

The campus could feel so suffocating sometimes. It was large and spacious, perfectly suited for most of her peers. But, the general disdain Calypso held for the place prevented her from being happy there generally. It was always better to sneak off campus for the night just so she could explore the city instead of trying to force herself to sleep.  The bright lights and tall buildings of Busan kept her from missing home too much, because as long as she avoided the sea, the two places were polar opposites.

As night set upon the city, Calypso’s feet took her towards a small bar that seemed it would be open for quite some time into the night. She slipped into the loud and crowded place quietly and made her way through the tables and drunken men and women to find herself a secluded table to drink at somewhere.  She’d have a few beers before going back to campus to help her sleep.

As she squeezed her way passed the area cleared for a karaoke stage, where I drunken man was singing an English song, her eye caught on an unpleasantly familiar face. He sat by himself in a booth close to the ‘stage’ and Calypso sent a pointed glare his way. His name was Song Joongki and she had met him only once before, when he was torturing her precious friends in the school’s pond. She remembered vividly how he brushed her off, saying that her friends were “only stupid fish.” She also remembered punching him in the gut to protect her friends. It was, undoubtedly, a less than amiable encounter.

She stopped for only a moment to offer him an icy stare before moving on to an empty booth two down from him. Sliding into it, she ordered herself a pint before fixing her eyes on the makeshift stage to watch the next act.

A few seconds ticked by as none of the drunk men moved to take the stage. Instead, eyes landed on her. Before she knew what was happening or how to get out of the situation, Calypso was standing under the bright lights focused on her to work as a temporary spotlight. She swallowed hard, looking around as if she would find a magical escape method. She could not sing to these people.

After only a few moments of silence from the girl, the drunken onlookers started to grow upset that she wasn’t singing. Shouts could be heard from a crowd who wanted a performance from her. Suddenly, they were chucking food at her. This, Calypso could have handled. It wasn’t until someone threw their glass of water at her that she had a serious problem on her hands.

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Song Joong Ki for W Korea

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A sealed envelope is slipped into your mail slot, printed neatly with your name on the front. With no indication of what the paper inside contains — flipped this way and that — there is no telling what lies inside, and opening it reveals nothing more than a question, “In one sentence, describe your feelings toward humans. Answer carefully, and deliver this letter to my door. — Magneto” — and the space below is blank. What will you say?

Dulled eyes stared down a creaking passage, senses muted to a weak throb as exhaustion pulled at struggling muscles and feet drug as if caught in a mire —suctioning them to the earth.

What had life become?

Time had been nothing more than a feathery dream for the past few months, perception of its turn lost to the wind as the very memory of history is forgotten in the repetitive nature of waking and sleeping, wandering and keeping to the shadows. There was no break from the repetition, life nothing more than a tired chant or a song lyric played over one too many times.

Though some people fight the inevitable rut of a scheduled life’s destination, Joongki had given up ages ago, instead letting it wash over him— engulfing him like a high tide would a child’s sandcastle.

It wasn’t all bad, true. He was understood here at the school, he fit in as much as he believed he ever could…and here, people knew how to rein in his mutation.

At home— even in this city walking down deadened roads Joongki felt the itching anxiety that came with his “gift”. There was no escaping it, no hiding it, it was as real and a part of him as the skin covering his body or the limbs swinging at his sides, yet his mutation could do so much more than either of these. He had already killed one by mistake.

In society he was rightfully viewed as a threat, and even in the school the young mutant feared the words whispered behind closed doors and the judgments directed towards him that clung to his flesh like wet clothes, dragging him downwards. Though he tried not to care, the reality of him succeeding in this indifference was small. So he hid away instead, letting possibilities guide him and the stress control him, doing all he could to smother the mutations – doing all he could to fight for normalcy and avoid hurting those around him.

And so it was towards this dream he persevered.

Even now in the ghostly halls so empty of people Joongki fought for his fears, straightening his rubber-lined gloves like a nervous twitch, playing into the habit he’d created like a chain-smoker lighting up another joint.

He so hated that compulsion— hated what he had become. 

Once his gloves were in order the young man’s eyes graced over the mailbox now hanging before him, hesitant fingers grazing over the metal fixture as he noticed a letter had been placed inside. How strange. Joongki had never once received a letter. In his more imaginative moments he had envisioned the inside of his mailbox cluttered with lonely cobwebs without an envelope to break them…until now however.

The letter was smooth to the touch and light in his palm, and as he stepped inside his dorm to break the seal, he quickly discovered why.

A single page fell out of its folds; Joongki’s gaze quickly tracing the progression of words before freezing at the end, hesitating, unsure as a bought of anxiety flickered within his chest and confusion quirked his brow.

He didn’t know what to think.

He read it again and again before his feet lead him deeper into his room, legs barely lifting with each step before he deflated into the waiting couch near the back.

It was such a simple question, yet with each answer Joongki concocted an overwhelming number of words followed after it; each reply trailed by even more contradicting answers and emotions that churned in his mind. 

Only one sentence.

After a moment of silent contemplation one thought rose above the others; a single verse describing, albeit loosely, the emotions connected to the un-mutated hoards.

So with a steady hand and neat penmanship Joongki scrawled out his reply, unsatisfied with his wording and hesitant with his opinions, but pushing onwards all the same.

—— The next morning Joongki delivers the letter to Magneto’s door, the paper folded in half and the envelope’s lip tucked into itself. Inside there are only 7 words added to the script.

I fear them as they fear us.

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There came an urge to flinch away that shot through Joongki’s body like a static wave — A tingling, metallic adrenaline rushing through his muscles as the elder stepped forward and the tug of something almost moral drug the younger’s right foot rearward over the smooth tile, both fear and his will to appear normal fighting like cat and mice within him.

The young man forced his muscles to calm however, telling himself that ‘he couldn’t avoid everyone’. Close contact would be unavoidable here, not simply with this man, but this city and these students. He would have to trust that his abilities would behave -- though the very idea of that reality sent anxiety clutching at his heart like a nauseous ache. He would have to trust that his abilities would not fail him here -- even though they had failed him time and time again back home.

He would have to trust…and worrying did little to diminish his fears.

At the other’s explanation of his early appearance Joongki nodded meekly, too accustomed to speaking with actions and signs over words that speech didn’t come as his first reaction, and a feeling of foolishness tugged at him in consequence.

However, Woohyun’s expression seemed to wash all of that away.

It was like the sun on a breezy fall day; a welcome warmth within the crisp nip of impending winter. It was firm and gentle, but not sweet like honey or sugar coated like some flatterer’s jargon, yet the entire tone of the other man’s words set Joongki more at ease for reasons he could not place.

Perhaps he could fit in here after all.

Among all the fears jumping around the manipulating mutent’s mind, ‘fitting in’ had been high on the list, as it would be for most. Though Joongki had never seen himself as one who lived for social interaction, or who thrived in the treacherous halls of speech, friendship is something we all crave even subconsciously. And though the 19 year old had slated himself mentally already to the prospect of being ostracized, he was very happy to find at least one who was willing to speak with him…at least for now.

The black haired young man extended his bandaged hand willingly to accept the volume being offered him, catching the shift of eyes towards his scars but pretending he saw nothing as he drug the book back into his waiting arms.

“Very much.” Joongki said in reply to the other, nodding his head confirmingly as some of the tenseness in the air dissipated and his fingers drew subconscious lines over the volume’s gnarled spine to release some of the stress still rigged in his stature.

“Do you enjoy it?” he pushed on hesitantly – awkwardly almost as he shifted his weight and finally let the book in his arms tumble back to his bed to join the others. “Reading I mean.”

Perilous Occupants | Woohyun ✖ Joongki

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OOC Update for those who are curious~ ;

The next and last performance is tomorrow and I will probably be back roleplaying by Monday. <3

Thank you all for your well-wishes. Here are a few pictures because I know some of you wanted to see~

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So...

I'm going to be putting Joongki on hiatus for the rest of the week! I should be back on the 27th if all goes well...but if it doesn't I'll keep everyone updated. <3

My reasoning for this since I feel super guilty just vanishing for awhile is that this week is tech week for an Alice In Wonderland play that I am doing all the makeup for (as well as helping with costumes). Needless to say I am extremely stressed being solely in charge of putting 30+ kids in very complex makeup, and I will honestly be spending 80% of my days this week at the performance hall. Though I want to be here getting replies out, I don't feel like I can commit to anything with my schedule being as it is...therefore...hiatus. 

Sorry to everyone I owe replies/starters to. I will work on them as much as I can this week! <3 <3 <3

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Happy Easter everyone!

{*dances around like a nerd in the ooc*

I will probably be offline over the remainder of the weekend due to the festivities Sunday. However I hope to get some of these replies edited next week. ;;

I really wish I had time to write a self-para tonight because this is one of Joongki's favorite holidays... because reasons ...but yeah. *rolls in exhaustion*

Joongki will be going to early morning church service tomorrow like the good little missionary boy that he is.~ if any muse wants to go with him they're welcome to. ^^ (*throws in plot ideas for yucks and giggles*)

I hope you all have a lovely evening and that you eat lots of candy tomorrow. \o/}

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Differing Interests, Mutual Gain || Joongki, Yongguk

One mess up too many, one victory too few…and Joongki was not in a good way.

Lying in his bed one evening the despairing thoughts would not end, his body sprawled out upon the scratchy sheets like a dead weight sinking into the mattress just as his heart too was sinking into the smothering blankets of past failings and current pain.

His fingers throbbed, losing feeling, his arms raw and bleeding crimson onto the white sheets, but his body refused to move, not a single muscle functioning in his entire frame.

He might as well have been dead.

All he could do was stare, dark eyes framed with exhaustion looking past the Spanish lace ceiling into a world unreachable, and memories long gone. It felt like losing his mind, motivation letted like blood in ancient times before rising up into the sky and lost forever in a wind no longer graspable. It felt like hopelessness was squeezing him until he could no longer breathe, his head growing light and seeping memories into the sky like dust blown off a weary volume.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

It was strange, no singular event throwing him into this statuesque state…yet here he was. Like a toy tower slowly climbing as one block is placed upon another, so did Joongki’s actions build him into failure, and one day there just came a point that the tower grew too tall and everything had to come down.

So here he was, so far down.

The last block had been the rain, the lucid tracks now sliding mazes across his window pane having sent his powers into a fury hours ago, and his helpless body took the brunt force of it.

Rain had never been his friend since the mutation bubbling inside him had made itself known. Electricity traveled better in water after all, and his powers never knew when to stop.

The first drop that hit his arm stung, the electricity within him ricocheting itself back and forth within the splotch of water before another joined in the fun – followed by another, and another. Even before the downpour came Joongki was fighting the rain, pulling his jacket tight around him and running for cover, but he never made it.

The outcome was predictable, and now as he lay soaked to the bone, body still stinging and burns bleeding…he wondered what he was even doing here.

Though he knew deep down that his old home in Africa was no longer suited for him, the hope he had held in this school being able to ‘help him’ was slowly fading.

He was still a mess. He had not improved at all, and all he wanted to do was give up.

Yet he could not.

Though depression and despair knocked at the door of his mind he refused to let them in. He couldn’t. Even laying there in a disheveled pile looking towards a future not so unlike the dark reality he rested in now, he could not.

So he had to find a way out.

His key to escape came in the form of an overheard conversation two days later; a group talking about a man of strength and invulnerability between mouthfuls of crunching potato chips and limp sandwiches. Even more intriguing than that however was the rumor of this “Yongguk” trying to catch Xavier’s eye, and needing a beginner to train in order to do just that.

And you couldn’t get a more unlearned “beginner” than him, Joongki thought bitterly.

So it was that --even though much motivation and willing himself took place before he approached the man-- he did indeed approach him, his mentality in a state of ‘last resort’ and his stature hesitant – even awkward as he drew nearer.

“Excuse me.” Joongki said, his voice ringing out with more confidence than he felt as he broke the chatter of clustered students before him. “Which one of you is Bang Yongguk?”

Joongki’s gloved hand closed around the base of his messenger bag’s strap to keep it from fidgeting as his eyes traced the faces before him, the faint wind playing with his fringe.

“Might I have a word?”

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A Speaker for the Speechless // Joongki, Suzy

Peaceful.

The sun painted a patchwork quilt over his novel as it streamed through the shifting canopy of leaves above him, blotching shapes of pure sunlight dancing across the regimented structure of written word and printed text as his dark eyes flickered over the limitless worlds hidden behind ink and paper.

The day could not have been quieter.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill, the breeze that traced goosebumps over bare skin and the gurgle of water babbling to his right the only real sounds to break the endless waves of entrancing nothingness.

It was moments like these that Joongki missed. The noise – the unrelenting, unreserved racket that never ceased in this city was driving him mad. Whether it was crowds or traffic, storefronts blaring music or planes flying overhead, the sound never stopped coming. One can never understand how much they'd miss something until that something is taken away… and it was just that harsh lesson the tired young man was learning now in this country of technology and tradition.

This was nothing like home.

He hated to admit it, feeling like he was admitting to a weakness more then simply nostalgia, but Joongki missed Africa. He missed everything about it; his village with its humid days and freezing nights, his home from its dirt floors to thatched roof, and his family always working towards a good cause. He missed the people, their kindness, their brotherhood, the life blood of that place….but also, he craved the peace.

Never since had he been more at peace than he’d been there, walking through the jungles with his best friend at his side -- before the powers, before the pain, before even words graced his tongue.

He wanted those times back, he wanted them in a way he’d never wanted anything before. However, they were gone, and he had to make due.

But not all was hopeless.

Once in a very long while silence would find him even here in the midst of all this chaos, and Joongki clung to these moments –clung to them like a romeo would cling to his julliet.

And it was into one of these moments Joongki dove now.