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he paused as he too noticed that she was very much his height. last time he had his height measured, he was 180cm, which of course is relatively tall for a guy, but strangely tall for a girl. he scrunched his nose in the distaste of the situation -- he was always mocked by wonsik for being just that little bit smaller, and here he was, being just that little big smaller than the monstrous girl behind him, "why are you so god damn tall...?" he didn't seem to hesitate in spitting a few words in her direction as he huffed and continued forward, "i'm supposed to be tall, i'm 180cm !" anyone who knew him would be rolling their eyes right now. of all places, he was going to be stubborn while they were lost in an endless forest that they weren't even sure on how they came to be in it in the first place. at the grip to his arm, he paused and glanced back at her, gold eyes narrowed as he tugged his arm away, "do you even know who i am ..." here we go -- the fact that he had awoken in his alter ego costume meant that he couldn't go blurt out who he was truly, and it caused his frown to grow in response, "salem," he quickly responded, easy enough, "rank two of black mask ..." surely that was going to add the element of shock to their strange encounter.

" small world

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admin note *** the event will be extended by another week just to allow people to plot more before the prompts ! those who do not plot after liking the main event post, will not be gaining access to the finale of the mini event ! *waves spoon*

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cr: N your side // DO NOT EDIT

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at the sudden surprise of the other, hak bounced back, golden eyes wide in the sudden shock before he rolled them at the repeated questions he had only just asked himself, "well if i knew that, do you think i'd be waking you up to ask the same thing, huh?" he retorted in a quick tone as he folded his arms across his chest and turned his gaze else where -- the else where being upon the quite tall trees he was still questioning. "is it just me ... or do you feel smaller ...?" he asked, allowing himself to steal a glimpse back in her direction, "unless this place is just abnormally big ... but i doubt it ..." he glanced down, allowing himself to take a glance over himself to see if anything seemed off, but he couldn't find anything. "if anything it's a giant forest, and we can't go that way because the vines are blocking it," he pointed a leather gloved clawed finger toward the over growth behind her, before he flicked his wrist to point toward the opening behind him, "guess we should look around a bit ... see what there is ... you coming ?"

" small world

hayi frowns; there’s a putrid alloy orange smell draped all around her that reminds her of ammonia. the staleness of sleep sticks to her eyelashes and the roof of her mouth, and her head throbs rebelliously when she tries to get up. there’s someone - dad? - nudging her, and hayi groans a little, but gets up anyway. the orange tinted smell is stronger when she sits up, and hayi sighs and rubs away the sleep at the corner of her eyes. “i’m getting up, dad, stop -“

this is not her father. neither is it her bedroom, she realises, when she scrambles to her feet and away from the stranger. hayi feels a spike of horror when she notices she’s barefoot, toes sinking into the soft earth. what’s going on? “who are you?” she asks, backing away carefully, pressing her fingernails into the fleshy part of her palms. “where - what is this place?” it looks like a forest, save for the awful smell. the trees tower over her - she can barely see where the canopy ends - and fear starts to settle in, white-hot against her skin. the grass comes up to her ankles, abnormally tall, and hayi forgets about the stranger for a moment when she knocks into the root of a tree, one that’s bigger than her and very nearly taller. how did this happen? she knows this can’t be real - it’s not possible, isn’t it? - and forces herself to calm down, pushing the hysteria that’s bubbling inside her chest further down. she has to keep calm. perhaps the stranger has some answers.

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" small world

gchayi

     with a groan, and gloved hands raising to press against his face, the thief almost refused to move as his muscles ached and the awful scent surrounding him caused him to wrinkle his nose in distaste. what the heck was that -- ? only after a moment more of laying in silence, did the thief drop his hands and stare up at the thick canopy of a forest above him. that was when he froze, gold eyes staring upwards as he tried to swallow the fact that he really wasn't in a city anymore. what the heck had happened ... ? as if on queue his head buzzed with a dull ache before he pulled himself into a sitting position, back hunched as he stared forward. these trees were awfully big. allowing himself to take another glance to the side, he paused again ... those flowers were awfully big as well. tho before he jumped to any conclusion, he only assumed that perhaps wherever he was, was just really big. trying to swallow that idea, he drew in a small breath as he pulled himself to his feet and took a glance around, only to freeze up, the hairs on the back of his neck to stick up as he caught a glimpse of a girl quite close to where he had woken up. oh god, please don't be dead -- inching forward he cleared his throat before nudging her with his foot, "hey ... hey ! wake up !"

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" outbreak

     it had been out of a bubbling fit of panic that hakyeon had left lacy towers with his winter coat rather than the disguise of salem. salem was known by the one who had escaped, and at that moment, with an unsettling feeling his gut, that hak didn't want to put himself in the spotlight while the city burned. quietly slipping out of the car he had called, he took a glance up at the barely alight neon sign of the garage, his teeth clenched and a light hiss of a breath sucking through clenched teeth. while his father round up the men he could, is was hak's job to find the others much like himself. the independent forces that were now needed more than anything. entering through the garage floor, he moved through the old cars before slipping through the ajar door that lead up the stairs to the second floor. it was hear that he sought out the door to the third floor and knocked a closed fist against the wood. "opi ... yah, opi !"

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" red alert

he'd received the news through an agitated phone call with his father only moments after it had occurred, and since that moment, he'd had his attention glued to the television screen -- a look of what seemed like sheer panic written across his face. it wasn't the fact that the man mad had escaped, it was the fact that now hakyeon had a horrid feeling of what would occur now that he had found his freedom. this throne, and this kingdom would be destroyed and taken in the grasp of a man who at times haunted his dreams. "fuck --" quickly he snatched his phone again, and hit speed dial, lifting it to his ear as he glanced back to the burning images of arkham asylum upon the screen, "wonsik ! are you seeing this !"

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like this if you would like to plot for the event !

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cr: June 30th // DO NOT EDIT

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/// stares at admin sik from afar ........... this kid better do that aim chat or im gonna kick his butt ... ALSO PLS JOIN IN THE EVENT ~ LOOK FORWARD TO LOOOOOTS OF GOODIES B>

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Do you know what my shirt is made of? boyfriend material.

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      "yeah i'm here ..." he responded with such ease as his tight grip on the others shoulders loosened. with another quick glance to the rest of the ice still encasing the others feet, he could only give the kid a sharp tug to release him, and quickly he had arms out stretched to catch the already visibly weakened kit. "look what you've done!" tho his words implied that he was mad at what had happened, his tone seemed to subside with a hint of worry as he helped the boy over to the wall of the alley they stood in, helping him side down before he crashed down next to him, arms wrapped tightly around the boy's shoulders as he tried desperately to share the warmth he had for himself. "i leave you for five seconds and you find yourself frozen and half dead ... what the heck am i going to do with you ..." he muttered under his breath as he tugged off one glove and pressed a warm hand against the boy's cheek, turning it to switch the warmth the second he felt it drain from his skin. "come on you've gotta have enough strength to walk, i can't carry you ... we'll go home okay?" he rubbed his hand against the others cheek, fingers brushing through the boy's black hair as he held him close, "forgot the diamond," he gritted his teeth, a price to pay but he would much prefer the kid to live, "and we'll go home ..."

❝ skating on thin ice

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he had opted to take his vantage upon the darker rim of the building looming overhead, gold eyes focused downwards as he crouched down, clawed hands gripping at the cold concrete as his attention barely flickered toward the target the other kept in his cross hairs. at the single glance that hakyeon caught in an instance, he moved from his vantage, slipping down the outer edge of the building soundlessly as feet sunk into the fresh snow that continued to fall with grace from the churn of night clouds above them. at the call out, he paused, gold eyes glancing toward the other as he moved in behind him, the distance still great as he couldn't help but glance over his own shoulder as if someone else were entering the scene. if anything he believed the sniper had fucked up right there and then by yelling out. "you're an idiot," he spoke back with a narrowed tone, teeth gritted as he finally came into few from the shadows cascading down the back of the building the two now greeted each other one, "you will fail the entire job if you make yourself known." he pointed out the flaw as if he were correcting the guy on his first day of the job. not bothering to close the distance between them, he kept his ground, arms folding across his leather cloaked chest, nails curling against the opposite arm as he stared back at the sniper. he was there on business, and he was there to point out the other would fail and face a horrible death if the news were to make its way back to his father.

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      he could only gawk back at her -- this entire ordeal seemed far too trivial for an ordinary nights job. he squinted back at the skull mask that greeted him, and carefully he removed the goggles from his face as gold eyes narrowed across at her, "oh you were here first huh?" his tone of voice was clearly enough to say that he wasn't pleased with their sudden confrontation, "who the heck do you think you are waltzing on in here!" he stomped forward, he glanced down at her tools of trade now gathered at her feet, before his attention shifted to the diamond still seated within its case behind her. that was his diamond, and if he had to toss this girl in a ditch in order to gain it, then he wasn't going to hesitate in doing so. "you know that belongs to someone else, right?" he jutted a clawed finger toward the diamond behind her, golden eyes now focused down on her as he spoke, "that's stealing if you think you can take it." the logical -- if not completely compressed -- hakyeon just rolled his eyes from the thick hypocrisy that coated his words.

* diamonds

This was really— yeah, Hyewon couldn’t even tell you herself how she made it this far without being caught. It was her first time actually stealing something this valuable. Thinking maybe this could be her ticket out of this lame shack life and into some more high class. Hyewon was thinking farther than living in the Diamond district. Maybe even in Paris~? No somewhere like Los Angeles, celebrities lived there right? Well, it was all up to fate at this point. Getting into the place wasn’t that hard, sometimes playing the dumb hooker card had it’s advantages. Though she was awful at lying, she was even surprised when they believed she just wanted to be with them then go out later that night. Smiling almost, she was so close to the diamond now she could feel it in her hands even. But that wasn’t until she heard the voice of someone else and jumped at the sound of the voice of a male.

Pausing as if she’d be invisible, “Uh—”. That seems to really be the only thing she could say on the spot. Turning on her heels, dropping everything in her hands and smiled though it was hidden beneath the skull face mask. But her eyes crinkled, he could see that at least— “Well, none of your business?” She wanted to sound threatening, “Um.. I was here first!” Hyewon said— feeling this should’ve been in a comedy but unfortunately this was her life. As usual— first meetings were always so- yeah- them. 

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      "uh --" he paused to take another mouthful, swallowing the acid like liquor with a smooth crinkle of his nose in response, "well i'm sure the second i say what you'll do you will say that's all you need to hear," he gave a light laugh, a breathless exhale as lips parted to show a cheeky flash of white teeth, "i mean it's got to be worse than what you've got going on here." he had put the glass down, upon the coaster he'd managed to snatch from a little further up the bar before he folded his hands in his lap and glanced back to the other. he shoulders slumped a little, followed by a side glance as he felt as if he'd already said far too much for his own liking, however with a slight inhale, and the puff of his chest he honestly couldn't see anything bad come from it -- unless this guy was a cop. "uhm ... hakyeon," he instantly seemed to offer and outstretched hand in a friendly greeting, "and you are?"

*cuffed

he was versed well enough to know when a man wasn’t looking for conversation. joel could only guess why, but it undoubtedly had something to do with the way that he forced his drink down; the way that he occupied his seat as if the bar itself would swallow him whole if he slipped off of it. “yeah? want to talk about it?” it was, perhaps, the most cliche question that a bartender could ask, but there were reasons that cliches were cliches. they worked.

joel prided himself on his ability to coax most patrons into a sense of comfort. maybe this would be the day he failed, but he couldn’t bring himself to doubt tried and true methods. with his hands occupied by washing and drying away the specks on each and every shot-glass—dishwashers were ineffective things—the male busied himself with the menial; taking an order or two before his attention inevitably came back to the new face, “what’s your name?”

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heuhreuh okay i have returned ! replies will be posted in a bit, and if you would like to plot, like this post --

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unfortunately hak (+ hyuna) will be put on a temporary hiatus for the remainder of the week. due to intense back pains, and migraines i can't even get myself to look at the main blog, so i will be focusing solely on that until i begin to feel better ! chawoman will be back soon, and i will gradually be drafting replies and answering questions when i have the energy. until then, i hope that admin sik can look after you all :<