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( hello everyone! i’d just like to take a moment to apologize for disappearing on everyone and not getting to replies/starters. there’s a lot of stuff going on in my life that i’m taking care of with my family. i promise on monday i’ll get to replies! sorry again :c

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     It was amusing to see the different reactions of the guests surrounding her, the way they scattered and wept over the loss of their beloved Prime Minister and his wife. Perhaps because it wasn’t the first time Wheein witnessed a murder, she had no particular reaction to what happened. She sat at one of the tables, leaning back against her chair and her legs crossed.

     Wheein had already danced one too many times, and she prayed to the musicians that they wouldn’t bring up another waltz. Her stomach rumbled within her, her hand coming up to cover her stomach as she groaned and wondered where the hell the food was. She couldn’t keep herself full on the decadent chocolates at the dessert table, and strawberry martinis didn’t count as a meal.

     “God dammit...” She muttered to herself as she heard the musicians begin to tune their instruments. It signaled the beginning of the next dance, and soon enough she was being pulled onto the dance floor.

     Wheein deducted that not only was her new dance partner god awful at dancing, she was one of Seoul’s Police Department. Great. A small huff escaped her lips as she glanced up at the taller woman. “It’s fine, officer.” She squirmed with the other stepped on her toes, glancing down to see that she wasn’t moving to the correct steps -- at all.

     “You’re awful at this,” she told her, her tone dry. “Look, I’ll lead. You have to put your hands here...” Wheein grabbed her hands, placing one hand around her neck and holding the other in her small hand. Wheein placed a hand on the officer’s hip, now guiding her into their waltz gracefully. “Just follow me, okay? Kind of... look down at my feet and try to follow as best as you can.”

troublemaker.

how the hell can people even keep calm after hell breaks loose– aster does not understand. nevertheless, she tried to regain her composure, trying to act civil and calm (though, she was nervous as hell on the inside) the officer knew very well that panicking wasn’t going to do any better in these kinds of situation. she tried to act normal, trying to seemingly enjoy the party. though honestly– she was failing terribly to enjoy it considering that there were watchful eyes everywhere. 

but her train of thoughts was occupied by so many questions. like who is responsible, what is the best thing to do. she was honestly so lost right now. the music, once again, plays and she mindlessly pulled someone for a dance. hopefully, her next partner, unlike here, was a good dancer. because in all honesty, aster was far from good when it comes to dancing– thus why she hated playing along to this silly game they were playing. 

“i hope you don’t mind and sorry for pulling you a little forcefully.”

@mijvngwheein

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     Her feet were tired after all the dancing she’d done already. Nevertheless, she followed the girl’s lead in their waltz, making an attempt to at least smile at her for saving her life. She averted her eyes from the taller girl, her eyes scanning the room for any odd signs.

     She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell her dance partner was talking about. How could anyone remain positive after two murders were committed before their eyes? She chuckled dryly, a brow perking up as she replied, “I believe most of the guests would disagree on remaining positive. Just look at their poor, frightened faces.” Shaking her head, her eyes settled on the girl in front of her, spinning gracefully before settling her arms back around her neck.

     “Not a lot of trouble, no. I’m a little tired, to be honest. Just when I think they won’t play more music, it starts up again.” She allowed her fingers to lace together, keeping a good grip on her dance partner as they avoided running into a sloppy couple dancing beside them. “Robin. May I know your name?”

dance the night away;

Jiyeon thanks whatever god there is because her partner this time around was a decent dancer. The last person had two left feet and proceeded to trample all over her toes, which still hadn’t made a full recovery. She smiles and leads them in the dance, although her focus is not really there. Dancing meant she could travel across the floor without rousing too much suspicion. It meant she could try to find the sniper and end this ridiculous game that syndicate had them playing.

Her attention snaps back to her partner when she speaks. “Yes well, I find that being positive tends to help going through situations as such.  Besides,” she moves and spins her partner before returning to their former position. “The setting hardly changes the beauty of the subject.” Jiyeon smiles and they continue to dance. “Thank you for the compliment and I’m sure you’ve had no trouble as well.” Another turn and a quick pivot so they avoid colliding into another couple dancing rather sloppily. “May I know you name?”

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     Wheein had seriously thought that the little girl had been in some kind of danger. Perhaps if she had simply gone on with her gut instinct, she wouldn’t have embarrassed herself to painfully as she did just now. The father and daughter were definitely engrossed in their little play together, which made it all the more believable.

     She blinked repeatedly at his words, wondering what the hell he was going on about. Was this parent... talk? This must have been how most parents felt, wanting to protect the most out of their children and if anyone else tried to stepped in and help was considered a savior.

     “I just... like kids,” she muttered, her eyes shifting down back to the little girl dressed in a princess costume. Wheein made an attempt at a smile, the ends of her lips curling up into a small smile. Her heart stirred a little as she saw how the little girl clinged to her father, wondering just how it would feel to be able to hold your father’s hand. It must have been nice to have someone to play with like that, someone who made it so realistic simply for the fun of it. Wheein swallowed thickly as she felt a pang of jealousy.

     “Anyway, again -- sorry to interrupt your moment with your daughter. I’ll go now.”

a misunderstanding;

“It’s a little eye opening, seeing someone protect a child that isn’t theirs. People like you make a parent feel more comfortable around town.” He wasn’t kidding as he said it, giving her a small smile. He wondered if she was regretting her actions, and at the same timed hoped she wasn’t. With that type of mindset, she could save a child who actually needed it.

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let’s get these teen hearts beating faster;

@mixseulgi

     The rim of her glass lingered on her lips, enjoying the coolness of the glass and the whiff of the sweet scent of her strawberry martini. It wasn’t the first of the evening, although she knew how well she could handle her liquor as well as her limitations. Her eyes squinted through the slits of her mask, lips pursed as she tilted her drink, taking another sip as she kept a close watch on her date.

     Wheein didn’t even know why she bothered coming with one if he wasn’t going to be paying any attention to her.

     Once she finished downing her martini, she placed the empty glass on the bar. Almost as if on cue, the music began playing and Wheein knew she had to find a dance partner. She was expecting it to be her date, although she spotted him walking onto the dance floor with some other girl. Typical. She scowled as their eyes met, her hand reaching for a stranger beside her to dance with. Wheein wasn’t about to put her life at stake just because the person she came here with decided to focus their attention on some random girl.

     Not a word was said as she gracefully moved with her partner, her eyes focused on the couple that danced a few people away from her. Although, her attention was primarily on the girl he picked rather than her date himself -- if he didn’t care enough that he came with her, why did she? The two didn’t even arrive together.

     Her eyes scanned her from head to toe, observing the black gown that faded into an array of pastel colors, that ombre style that was ‘in’ right now. The a-line seemed to accentuate her body, the skirt of her dress flowing as the two danced, making her seem as if she was dancing on clouds. And Wheein hated the person she had picked to dance with her -- they kept stepping on her toes.

     Once the song was over, she left her partner standing there without a second glance. She was heading over to the bar again, this time to ask for a glass of water. Hopping on to one of the stools, she dangled her feet beneath her and nodded at the bartender before taking a long sip.

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     Wheein smiled at the guards as she passed them by, bowing politely before entering the ball. The fact that they had security here checking everyone was a bit of a joke. It would have been naive of her to assume members of certain groups wouldn’t be attending this masquerade ball. People she used to associate with were probably here, as well. Thankfully, their faces were all covered, or, slightly covered. And as she entered the venue, her eyes scanned the room carefully for any signs of those people. She certainly didn’t want to run into any of them.

     Her hands held on to her clutch tightly, keeping her head high and her back straight as she walked over to the bar, ordering herself a strawberry martini. The guests at the party seemed lavish, elegant; although listening in on their conversations, Wheein just about rolled her eyes. She had a knack for chiming in and listening to others’ conversations. Her eyes remained on the drink being made, making sure that no one was going to put in anything in it to knock her out.

     Her smile was small, friendly as the bartender handed over her drink. Wheein turned to face the room again, her eyes catching a couple sitting at a table having a rather... boring chat. Not for the man, though -- he seemed incredibly pleased with himself. As she observed the two, her eyes focused on the poor girl he’d picked to bother, a small frown on her face and searching for any possible way out of this conversation.

     Wheein didn’t usually bother herself in butting in to strangers’ conversations. But this was a poor girl, who seemed young and Wheein was privy to the obnoxious ramblings of a drunken male. How annoying.

     Her heels clacked on the floor as she stomped over, her drink in one hand and her clutch in the other. Placing her purse underneath her arm, she approached the table and reached for the girl’s hand. “Come on, I need you to accompany me to the bathroom. Wardrobe malfunction.” Wheein turned her face to the man, her eyes piercing through at him to suggest not to bother them anymore before walking away towards the bathroom.

help me.

it’s been approximately two minutes since the man has approached her and started talking to her, and she doesn’t know what to do. the man has been bragging about himself, about his unlimited loads of cash, about his awesome six-pack and body, and all these “great” things about himself that he thinks hyerin wants to hear, but really, hyerin just wants to bolt out of the conversation. the only problem is that hyerin doesn’t know how to get out and leave him, so she just settles for half-hearted nods and hums of agreement, waiting and hoping something or someone would help.

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plot call;

hello everyone! sorry i haven’t really put up a plots page, but i promise i’ll put one up soon! this plot call is specifically regarding the event that is going on right now, as wheein is attending. if anyone would like to do any of these, or bounce ideas off of each other please do not hesitate to let me know through tumblr’s im messaging system!

dancing is one of wheein’s loves, so she would never hesitate to pick up a dance partner especially since it means saving both their lives. it could be any gender, any affiliation. knowing how to dance: not required.

seeing as she’s a former member of syndicate, chances are wheein knows exactly who’s behind the sudden turn of events. a member of syndicate, male or female, confronts her and makes sure that she’ll stay quiet at any cost.

perhaps any of the other gang affiliations might want to coax any information wheein might have on her former gang. not only does she know the consequences of what would happen if she did, she still remains loyal enough to keep her mouth shut. whether you’re a male or female, do you have what it takes to find a way to gain information on syndicate?

seoul pd have every reason to be suspicious of those attending the ball, especially someone unaffiliated such as wheein. if they knew of her background, they could possibly question as to whether she was a part of tonight’s events or if she simply worked alone. regardless of your gender, anyone working for spd has the chance to question wheein if they found out her identity.

or maybe you’re just an innocent civilian, and you’re looking for a possible way out. perhaps you’re in need of some protection. maybe you’re so shaken up by the sudden turn of events you need a shoulder to cry on. any civilian is welcome to turn to wheein, although she may be an awkward turtle and not the best person to turn to, sometimes having her around might come in handy.

if you have any other ideas please do let me know!!! i’m more than happy to brainstorm with anyone here! (sorry that these suck uwu)

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     “Oh.”

     Wheein stood frozen in front of the little girl, her arm still outstretched in protection of her. Kids were an obvious soft spot for the girl, and she would do absolutely anything if she knew a child was in danger. So much so that, if there were any risk for children getting hurt during a mission, Wheein would rather drop it and earn no money in order to keep the child safe.

     She straightened up, swallowing thickly as she fixed her jacket, shoving her hands into its pockets. Her teeth bit down onto her lip, eyes flickering between the daughter and her father as she slowly backed away. Clearing her throat, she then let out an awkward chuckle, kicking her feet against the ground.

     “Sorry. Shouldn’t have assumed you were some... predator.” Another long silence. She could feel the little girl’s eyes piercing through her, her eyes wide with wonder at just who she really was and why she dashed in front of her so protectively. Glancing back at the father, she gave a polite bow. “I’ll just go now. Sorry to interrupt your afternoon with your daughter.”

a misunderstanding;

“That’s my daughter of course, we were just playing a game. Isn’t that right princess?” He gave the woman a smile to ease the tension, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to work on her.

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     Wheein’s eyes squinted at the woman she now danced with, her hands folding together behind her neck. She moved gracefully to the music, her steps light as she allowed the other to lead her in their waltz. Of course, she was grateful to her that she pulled her in as soon as the music began, but she didn’t know what to say after her thanks.

     She was never one for small talk.

     And so she calmly nodded her head at the compliment, the ends of her lips curving up into a small, polite grin. “Lovely, on an evening such as this?” Her eyes quickly shifted around the room, shrugging slightly before returning her attention to her dance partner. “I mean, thanks. But most wouldn’t be focusing on how lovely someone is.” Tilting her head to the side, she made sure to smile a little wider, a little sweeter than before. “I do have to say, you’re pretty lovely yourself. I’m sure you haven’t had a problem looking for dance partners.” If she was going to make it through tonight, Wheein made sure she was going to keep up appearances.

dance the night away;

Jiyeon stood off to the side, nursing a glass of water. While death was near and possibly imminent, she still worries about her hydration. It’s not like she’d be of any use to the gang if she was a dehydrated mess. People were falling into a rhythm: Sit and worry or find a possible exit route when notes could not be heard and proceed to dance like fools when a song began to avoid possible death. She was getting sick of it. A large part of her wanted to arm herself with knives from the carving table and eliminate anyone who showed even the smallest signs of being a member of syndicate. The other part knew that doing such was foolish, just asking for a bullet to be fired at her. And so she danced, but she would wait for the right time.

Music begins and Jiyeon doesn’t even bother to hide her groan. She spots a stranger standing by the dessert table and reaches for them, she need a dance partner as much as they probably did and she just maybe saved their life. So a win on both of their parts. They begin a waltz, seeing as it fit the music, and Jiyeon places her hands on the other’s hips (at a respectful height, she’d rather not get slapped like some of the other guests attending). She eyes her partner and a mischievous smirk graces her lips. “Anything for a lovely lady.”

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a misunderstanding;

@minoxmi

     Eyes glanced over the book she held between her hands, scanning for the person she was supposed to be meeting. A client, specifically. They were meeting so she could finally get paid for the job they hired her for. A hand reached over into the bag of chips (hot cheetos), naturally glancing back at the paper to make it seem she was just another member of society enjoying the afternoon in a local park.

     With a small sigh, she checked her watch for the time. Already half an hour late. They’re not showing up.

     She rolled her eyes and shut the book firmly, chewing on her bottom lip as she scanned the park once more to find any sign of her client. None.

     “Hmph.” Uncrossing her legs, Wheein crumpled up the bag of chips and tossed it into the garbage can, beginning to gather her things. What a waste of time, making her wait so long when they weren’t going to show up. No call, no text, no money, and a whole lot of time wasted. The guy had seemed sketchy at first, although she was supposed to get a large amount of cash for this job. It’s the whole reason she took it.

     Now she didn’t have it.

     Wheein began making her way through the park, the loud screams of joy and laughter that bubbled up the young children starting to annoy her more than ever. She enjoyed kids, actually liked them better than most of the adults she knew. Although now, things had to get messy and she really hated that. She turned her head to the sounds of a particular little girl who happened to be screaming her head off, running away from a man.

     She wouldn’t have thought twice about it, just walked by as if it was a father or brother having a nice time with his daughter or sister. But when she passed by them, her eyes squinted and determined that the situation seemed weirder than usual. There was an instinct within her that screamed this seemed off, the way the little girl seemed to want to run away from the man chasing her.

     And in the next moment, she appeared before the little girl, holding out her arm to protect her as she faced the stranger chasing her. “Excuse me, what the hell are you doing chasing this little girl?” She asked, frowning deeply and her tone harsh and bitter.

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dance the night away;

@mixdante

     Wheein wasn’t surprised at all by the sudden turn of events. Albeit everyone was wearing their masks, the look of fear and terror could be seen through the small slits that reveled their eyes. Some were wide-eyed, others were rimmed with tears and redness, while many were dead-eyed and unable to process the murders they just witnessed.

     There were others that seemed calm, collected and in no way panicked about the dead bodies now hanging up on the wall.

     She stood by a table filled with decadent treats, her fingers calmly reaching over to grab a chocolate and popping it into her mouth, eyes scanning the room the entire time. Dead bodies weren’t a huge problem for her, although she couldn’t speak for the majority of the guests at the masquerade ball. She squinted as she stared at the bodies once more, licking some of the leftover chocolate on her lips as the events of the evening recurred in her mind.

     A threat against Black Lotus like this had to be the work of her former gang affiliation: Syndicate.

     But she didn’t work for them anymore, so what did it matter to her to figure out what the hell was going on? As she turned to grab a macaroon, the music started playing again and she suddenly remembered the rules of the night. Thankfully, she felt a hand grab her by the arm and pull her onto the dancefloor. Wheein didn’t miss a beat and immediately wrapped her arms around the woman’s neck, eyes now scanning her up and down.

     Her lips pursed and she nodded slowly, a small hum escaping her lips before she spoke up softly. “Thanks.”

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tag! ;

@mixzelo

     “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

     Small hands forcefully removed themselves from around the older man’s hand, relieving him from the lock she had him in. She remained standing by his desk, hands at her sides as he retrieved the money that he owed her client. Her lips were pressed together firmly as he rummaged through the file cabinet, gathering the filth that he owed that other piece of shit she worked for.

     And she was getting thirty-percent of that filth.

     It wasn’t so bad, having to force people to give up something that was theirs -- or wasn’t. These were the easier nights. Some of the time, the person didn’t have the money, the jewelry, whatever it is they owed her client and it had to get complicated. They made it complicated. Those were the jobs that got messier the longer they dragged out. Then she had to blackmail them...

     And that was really just so god damn annoying.

     Once the bills were safely tucked into the inside of her jacket pocket, she left the same way she came in -- unnoticed and silent. A small huff of air escaped her lips as she finally walked away from the building, digging her hands into her pockets and the bottom half of her face into her scarf. The brisk cold was starting to hurt her ears and if she didn’t get home soon she swore they might fall off.

     When she turned the corner, she spotted a tall, dark figure in front of the wall and thought nothing of it. This late into the evening, it wasn’t at all suspicious or weird to find some homeless man wandering around aimlessly. Until she heard the shaking of a can, and the soft hiss of the mist being released from the spray can.

     Wheein rolled her eyes, shaking her head and knew she shouldn’t -- wouldn’t -- get involved in some petty crime. It was annoying her, though, as she got closer to the figure obviously spray-painting something on the wall. And she didn’t plan on stopping until he suddenly turned to face her. Whether they knew she was there before or not, they knew now.

     “Uhm...” 

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                                               well, shit.                                they had to make it                                                              dramatic,                                             didn’t they?

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