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[sweetreunions]

on a good day, jinah has come to notice that she would hardly have the need to look at the clock during her shift. time would simply pass by without her realizing as she busies herself with customers entering and exiting the store, refilling the racks with items from the back in order to (and she's quoting her boss on this one) "keep the floor fresh"– whatever that truly means. however it's a true misfortune that not every single day can be that way, including today. she's all but twiddling her thumbs as the seconds tick by, time feeling at a standstill. she's beginning to think 8 hours would feel like 800 until bells jingle and the sweet sound of her saving grace from boredom enters.

"welcome to isanghan thrift!" a bubbly jinah chimes, a smile on her lips as she greets the customer who she now deems as her own personal angel. in all honesty she would have taken a nap to make time pass by faster on this particularly slow day had they not entered, but her boss doesn't need to know that.

she settles back behind the cash register after her greeting, choosing to busy herself with her phone and scroll through social media– she would be called upon for assistance if she was needed. but as more and more time passes, jinah looks up towards the racks, noting the way they're essentially ransacking through everything and while she's no expert on people of no good, she begins to feel an odd suspicious feeling in her gut that something fishy was going on. now she's only 5'3" and despite having potential items at her disposal to be used as a weapon, she would think the odds are still slightly against her favour.

so she does what she deems the logical thing: call mall security.

her voice is barely above a whisper when she speaks in order to not alert the alleged thief in the store, a sigh of relief leaving her lips at first when she recognizes the voice on the other end of the line. "jinsik? i think there's some suspicious behaviour happening here...someone looks like they're looking to steal something." her eyes shift focus every now and then, trying to keep her eye on the target yet also not create suspicion. "help?"

@firstpatrol

[sweetreunions]

jinah isn't suspicious by nature. she's been taught growing up to see the good in people and believe what's on the surface; people have no reason to deceive anyway, her parents used to say. it's how she finds herself in this sticky situation of sorts, gears in her mind turning a little too fast for her liking as she eyes the little the listening elle kiosk just a few feet from where she stands, arms folded across her chest and eyes narrowed towards its owner behind the little table.

the tale unfolds a month prior when she was on break and curiosity got the best of her and she tried her hand at the fortune tellers kiosk, asking a simple question to cure her boredom. now, whether it was dumb luck or danyi actually had divine powers to get a prediction correct, she couldn't tell. but evidently it didn't stop jinah from returning again, this time asking something more complex with slimmer chances of good ol' dumb luck saving the day. and just as she suspected when she asked about the whereabouts of her parents, the supposed "psychic" had the sheer audacity to essentially go full-on ouija board on her. while jinah may not have all (any) the answers on the whereabouts of her parents, one thing is certain: they aren't dead.

so here she is, ready to go face-to-face with danyi in a full on dispute that's relatively out of character for her.

"interesting you still have this booth up and running." she lets the words fall from her lips, tone ice-cold and the opposite of anything anyone has ever heard from jinah. the normal bright and sweet girl is nowhere to be found in this instance, though no one should really blame her. you don't play with a girl's very much alive parents– but clearly danyi needs a lesson in that. "you know..." she drags her sentence out, palms hitting the wooden table with a slight thump as she hovers over the girl and her kiosk. "it's not good to lie to people, especially about such personal things! you could be ruining a lot of people's lives!"

@ghostycore