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Seonho followed her after she left the bar. He would not let her win, no matter how ridiculous the argument was. Beer bottle in hand, Lou exploded before she even saw him, and her eyesight must not be in perfect condition since she apologized to him first, but Seonho was the one she wanted to kick in the balls.

“Hey, who do you think you are to leave me talking to myself?” The pharmacist didn't even understand why she was so angry. “I've known you all my life, why would you play the stranger to me now?” It wasn't like this was the first time he had tried to hit on her, but it was the first time he felt such a rejection from her.

" okay, now you're just ASKING to get a swift kick to the dick, pal. " lou spat out the moment she felt someone invading her personal space, having peace of mind and fresh air for a mere few SECONDS after making a grand escape from the rowdiness of the bar inside. freshly lit cigarette hung limply from her lips, turning to face the other, ready to throw hands before her expression softened, " oh. SORRY. i thought you were some asshole from inside. " hands raise up in defense, " i come in peace. "

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At Fruit Basket Grocery Store Seonho & Selin @inlustre (closed)

Small towns have always been the center of horrors in every movie with a serial killer. Everyone knew that, so why was the whole town in such a state of shock when the murders finally came to Cloyne? Seonho never was the brightest in his class, but even he knew that sooner rather than later their time would come.

However, despite not looking over his shoulder every fifteen steps when he was outside, Seonho felt more watched than usual, which was strange for the pharmacist, because he knew that security cameras were on every corner. Watched by whom then? But even if the entire town's population was horrified by recent events, life went on, and that meant that the weekly shopping was still going on.

Seonho took his hands out of his pockets to push open the store door, the bell greeted him as happily as ever as it announced his arrival. Unsure of who would be behind the counter this time, Seonho walked down the aisles, looking for snacks first. Priorities.

“We're in the middle of such an apocalypse and this town is running out of regular Doritos? Seriously?” He spoke to himself, his favorite snack nowhere to be seen.

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The laundry mat was already quite depressing. Seonho couldn't tell why exactly, maybe it was the white led lights going on and off from time to time for no apparent reason, or the smell of cheap detergent that filled the place.

His mother loved to do the laundry, a hobby the son did not take after. Seonho's clothes were always clean and perfectly ironed until he left for college. From that moment on, his socks rarely matched, which why he ended up only buying black ones, easier to mix and match. Now that he lived on his own, he was in charge of keeping himself clean, and the weekly visit to the laundry mat became his less favorite adult activity.

It was definitely the most depressing visit in weeks. Raphael's voice and the ease with which he was giving up his machine when Seonho had not yet muttered a word had been the icing on the cake. "Man— seriously..." the pharmacist said almost like a whisper, but his pity over the other did not stop him from taking the washing machine.

Rafael was pitiful but Seonho needed to get done with his chores as soon as possible. The laundry mat was no charity. "Thank you, though. I don't think the machine is broken... but perhaps you forgot to start it."

FOR:   opening  day!  (  3  /  5  ) DETAILS:   the  laundry  mat.  mid  -  afternoon.

RAFAEL'S  HEAD  SPINS  between  stained  shirts  and  tattered,  too  -  worn  pants  in  the  reflection  of  the  washing  machine.  for  a  minute  there,  he's  in  the  water  too  --  neck  deep  and  drowning,  choking  on  suds  and  week  -  old  socks.  bile  rises  at  the  back  of  his  throat.  the  lights  are  humming  overhead;  but  rafael  can  only  hear  his  rising  heartrate,  the  sound  of  waves  against  a  rocky  shore  --  deafening,  mind  -  numbing.  someone  coughs.

he  blinks;  the  corners  of  his  eyes  wet  with  salt  --  and  he's  inside  the  laundromat  again.  the  washing  machine  is  still  --  his  clothes  are  dry.  an  unusually  dull  gaze  finds  the  figure  besides  him,  a  smile  pushed  through  reluctant  muscle.

"sorry  --  were  you  waiting?  i  don't  think  this  machine's  working  right  now  --  coulda'  sworn  i...  put  a  quarter  in.  maybe  it  takes  more  now."  rafael  forces  out  a  laugh;  his  heartbeat  slows  again.  he's  no  longer  spinning.  his  eyes  flicker  between  them,  and  the  surrounding  machines.  "most  of  'em  look  occupied  --  but  i  can  help  you  find  another  one?  or  --  if  you're  in  a  real  rush,  you  can  have  mine.  i  don't  mind,  i  have  time."

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Suddenly, there were too many questions and Seonho wasn't sure the woman was expecting answers or if she only liked the sound of her own voice, but he was on his own at the bar and empty chitchat might be better than no chat at all.

He took the bottle of beer close to his lips and gulped down, a soft pucker appeared on top of his cupid bow. "I'd say they would pursue a case against whatever they want to," Seonho said, after all, he had some experience avoiding the law, " can they catch the masked dude though? That is the real question."

open to : anyone location : smith's

kismet sits at a stool at a bar , a cigarette in one hand , a glass of whiskey in the other. "isn't the ghostface ip copyrighted? can they even pursue a case against a masked killer?" kismet may have failed law school but that didn't mean the interest died.

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˗ˏˋ 𓂃 ( seo in guk. male. he/him ). meet SeonHo Han, a 36 year old, who has been in cloyne for most of his life. they are a pharmacist at cloyne pharmacy, known for being persuasive and traitorous. they are often heard humming along to dancing with the devil by isbanky. residents would describe them as the troublemaker.

I. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

name : seonho han — nickname(s) : seon/zeon/xeon — gender : cis male — birthday : DEC02.86' — age : 36 — zodiac : sagittarius — occupation : pharmacist — relationship status : single

II. 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋

height : 5'11 — build : athletic — eye color : dark brown — hair color : black — piercings : ear lobes, left nipple — tattoos : none — characteristics : has a beauty mark under his right eye

III. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

tw: drugs?

Rumours followed him like bees to honey. SeonHo never knew what a life without whispers following even his shadow was like.

‘He ate my snack’ the kids said in elementary school, “he beat me up in the alley” his high school classmates accused him to the teacher, “the bastard stole my girlfriend” was written in the urinals of the university.

He denied all charges against him until security cameras recorded how 80% of what he was accused of was real (the other 20% was a blind spot). His mother was just grateful that no crime brought him to the sheriff's office. Mrs. Han didn't know about his misdeeds in the next town, and hopefully it will stay that way.

Seon had the gift of the gab and the smile to back him up. He liked to think he had everything and everyone in the palm of his hand until expired medicines began to disappear from the warehouse into his work. He denied it was him, cameras caught him red-handed but he denied it to the point where his boss believed his words and not the footage. The sheriff heard rumors, as always, but no 911 call was made. After the incident, he thought himself untouchable.

IV. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍

Family — Friends — People he bullied during school years — Someone who holds a big grudge against him — Love perhaps? — Clients for his expired meds business.