#dallyeog:start

[saintcients]

➥ open EVENT starter !!! ♡

it hadn’t been easy to navigate anywhere really – not even within her own apartment: her hand more often than not was caught reaching for the wall, fingertips tracing along it, subconciously trying to find the light switch. ah, the light switch that wouldn’t work anyway. with a sigh, she turned on the lighter she had found buried somewhere in a drawer, lighting one of her fancy scented candles she was meaning to save for setting a christmas - mood. 

while it sounded like the storm was about to swoosh the entire building out of its foundation, fuyuko’s only worry was the load of laundry she had just finished to wash, now most likely being stuck in the dryer downstairs. making her way out of her apartment into the hallways, she tried to watch her every step, her scented candle flickering due to her own movements. 

when she saw a shadow turning around the corner rather quickly, she let out a yelp, stopping in her tracks. with her hand placed on top of her heart, she chuckled softly shaking her head. “god, you scared me, i’m sorry. it’s so dark, i couldn’t really see!”, fuyuko explained, laughing now. “what are you doing out here?”

[chrjiho]

open starter !! replies CAPPED !!!

it was just supposed to be a normal late night grocery trip, and for the most part, it was. 

he did the usual; walked to the closest food mart, grabbed some essentials, wandered around the dairy aisle for way longer than necessary, picked up a tin of cookies, walked around some more, put the cookies back down, got three bags of coffee and debated great value brands before checking out. then he walked home ( an arduous project, arms numb from carrying, back aching with effort, having to stop to sit down twice and smoke once, a couple sips of his soda here and there ) before getting back into the complex.

it was nearly over, he could see the pearly gates, the big doors to building number four, his legs tired and lungs heaving, when suddenly, as if by some twisted karma or evil divine intervention, his gallon of juice decided to rip clean through two bags and explode all over the sidewalk. a moment of silence passes where he just stands there staring at the mess, contemplating his existence and the meaning of the universe, debating spontaneously combusting, before getting into motion, walking towards the door to put the rest of his bags down safely. it’s on the way back that he notices it managed to splatter onto the bottoms of his pants too, leaving them damp, sticky, and stained red at the hem. he only owns like two pairs of jeans too, a truly tragic loss if he can’t get it out. ‘why do bad things happen to moderately good people?’ he wondered, going to pick up the battered jug and torn bag, carefully trying to avoid staining any more of his clothes.

he sighed as he lifted the plastic pinched between two fingers, his eyes shifting at movement, seeing someone walking his direction in the dark, he says,

“ watch out! there’s a, uh, mess over here. “

[torifm]

—  ❛❛  //  OPP    ¦   open 

“ ...so? what do you think -- too fancy for a club night? everyone’s fashion here is so much better than what we did in manhattan. we used to go to nightclubs in sweatpants. ”

[wzyszn]

OPEN STARTER!

♡ _   well that was embarrassing but nobody saw your blunder was the first thought in eloise’s mind. she was almost at the first floor with no incidents or accidents then she had tripped, on the stairs, five steps away from the ground. no she wouldn’t cry - even if she wanted to more than anything. it had hurt, and her day didn’t look like it was going to get any better. an hour, that’s how long the universe had decided to mess with her day and make a complete fool out of her. 7:40am should not be the time of the day she was falling down the stairs, in fact, she didn’t know why she took the stairs in the first place. it’s not like the elevator would be cramped. and it’s not like she could lay there, in the middle of the floor, blocking everyone else, willowing in her self pity of a simple mistake.

until she heard a voice, her mortification drowning it out - not a good thing, korean wasn’t her primary language and barely paying attention while being spoken to lead to a mess. “i’m sorry could you repeat that?” eloise had asked them. yeah maybe now was the perfect time to get off the floor.

[saemple]

open !!!

it somehow didn’t matter how hard he pulled on the front door of the apartment building, it just wouldn’t budge. for a few moments, he felt like he was absolutely out of it; didn’t he open and close this door daily?! was he suddenly doing something wrong? having a bad day? or was the door really stuck this time? pulling obviously didn’t work, so saem tried pushing. nothing. not even an inch. 

defeated, he stepped back a few steps, eyes glued onto the main door in front of him, hands reaching up to brush through his hair. how could this even happen? he had to get to class sooner or later and the door not cooperating really wasn’t going to help. as he heard footsteps behind him, he quickly turned to the other, shaking his head in defeat once more. 

“ can’t go out this way. is there a back door? “, he asked the other curiously, not sure if any other tenant’s knowledge about the building was any better than his own - which was basically inexistent. 

[chcnce]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☾⠀.⠀⊹⠀ ◦⠀ 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 : 𝖆 𝖘𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

a faint sound could be heard in his living room and it had yohan frowning for a second, the volumen softer than usual. pausing the game he was currently venturing into, he looked under the pillows for his phone and found the device squished between the cushions. “here you are” the male muttered, immediately going through his notifications where a single text particularly caught his attention. it was from one of his closest friends inviting him to a party a couple of blocks away from dallyeog.

yohan’s excitement was obvious, after all, he’s been playing for far too long and he could use some time away from his place, it was getting a little stuffy there anyway. he composed a simple response: “okay, i’ll be there. do you mind if i bring a friend along?”. a couple of seconds later, he got a reply back assuring that it was more than fine.

heading to his room to find something to change into, he mindlessly dialed a number he was all too familiar with… or so he thought. he didn’t realise he messed up with a digit and called the wrong number instead. after a couple of rings, his oh so called “friend” answered the phone and yohan didn’t even give them the chance to say anything, immediately starting the conversation with a “hey buddy, there’s a party close by. wanna go?”

[heatburns]

&& 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃; seongbin proceeded to knead a dirty rag in his hands as he stood up straight for the first time in what felt like hours. the car he was working on was a piece of shit, and if he was being honest he wasn’t even too sure why the owner wouldn’t just get rid of it. letting out a heavy breath, he turned towards the sound he had just heard at the front of his shop, luckily for once his music was turned down a bit lower than usual. 

–– “oh, fellow neighbor.”, he shouted out with a goofy smile on his face, motioning for the other to come on. “you want some coffee? or a cold beer? or a coke? you know good old spade has everything.”

[daesthete]

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 !

@ daesthete : please someone tell me if the lights are getting fixed soon @ daesthete : someone (me) had plans to throw a party tomorrow @ daesthete : and i have a bunch of food that needs to be refrigerated @ daesthete : either the energy comes back or i eat everything on my own @ daesthete : unless someone wants to help me? @ daesthete :  it’s for free.

[ancientstrings]

open event starter.  location: party corner. 

    𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖜,

    bona had spent most of the evening just lounging in one of the chairs, an old ipod connected to the speakers with an aux cable. was this the most effective way to do it? no. was this the only way she would have it? yes. replacing the straw with a cigarette in between her lips, bona was about to light it when she felt eyes on her. 

    “hey, don’t complain, at least i’m not playing nickleback or something... these are the classics, uh…–”, she squinted her eyes at the dim screen of her ipod, trying to make out what was even playing in the background. “ah yeah, it’s sum-41. did you wanna request something?”

[mvnjis]

being  stubborn  was  not  necessarily  a  bad  thing ,  and  most  of  the  time ,  people  applauded  minji  for  not  giving  up  whenever  things  got  rough .  being  stubborn  was  not  necessarily  a  bad  thing ,  but  it  became  somewhat  of  an  inconvenience  when  she  was  convinced  that  she  could  get  her  new  computer  desk  up  to  her  apartment  all  by  herself .  there  was  no  doubt  that  minji  was  strong ,  being  a  former  handball  player  with  more  muscles  that  one  would  think  ;  but  desk  lifting  was  no  one - person  job ,  and  that  was  slowly  becoming  clear  as  sweat  was  starting  to  stain  the  huge  package  she  was  pushing . when  the  other’s  presence  became  known  to  her ,  she  could  not  help  to  yelp  in  relief .  “   thank  god  you  are  here .  give  me  a  hand ,  will  ya ?  i  will  repay  you  with  pizza  and  beer .  or  whiskey  and  cheese ,  if  that  is  your  thing .  whatever ,  just  lend  me  a  hand .  i  can’t  feel  my  triceps  anymore .  ”

[peyyyton]

OPEN !

* . . . getting one’s beauty sleep was important, and peyton cared for his a lot. however, being a bartender meant sometimes his sleep schedule could vary quite greatly in comparison to some of his neighbors. that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve sleep, did it? no, certainly not. and just because it happened to be the middle of the day did not mean peyton would let whoever was loudly interrupting his slumber get away with it.

        he’s not sure how long he’s been grumpily shuffling through the dallyeog complexes and he might have almost knocked on the wrong apartment once or twice while searching for the the source of the disturbance, but he’d already gone to the trouble of getting out of bed — there was no chance he would turn back now. finally, with an annoyed huff, peyton plants his feet firmly in front of the culprit’s entryway, brows furrowed and eyes still half-closed from being rudely awoken not too long ago. he was too tired to see if he recognized the apartment he was standing in front of, but this was definitely who he had been looking for. he was sure of it, if the deafening sounds that could be heard into the hall were anything to go by.

        “HELLOOO, what’s the big deal?!” peyton shouts above all the noise and lifts his arm to pound on their door angrily. “some of us are trying to get some sleep around here!” 

[saintcients]

🎄 OPEN STARTER.

basically, the only thing she could complain about, was the constant christmas music that had been playing since the start of december. it wasn’t really a problem, however, it seemed like the variety really wasn’t there. but, apart from that, fuyuko had to admit that this had to be the best ramen shop in seoul – at least out of the ones that she had tried. and it wasn’t even far away! 

and without fail, as soon as she had her hot bowl of delicious noodle soup, she noticed a familiar presence. this person seemed way too familiar as she kept encountering them at this particular restaurant and at dallyeog. chopsticks running around the noodles, she tried to push them a bit further into the soup as she kept an eye on the person sitting across from her. how come they were always eating ‘ together ‘ ?! was this some sort of setup? a pure coincidence? a shared love for ramen? 

she had to figure it out. with her bowls in between her hands, she quickly rose from her seat to walk the few steps over to the other table, sitting directly across from the other person. “sorry, i keep seeing you around....”, she had started out, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “i just... i had to ask, we live in the same building, right?”

[lorehua]

to say today had been exhausting was probably an understatement. for what reason? probably multiple, but the point of the matter was that lore was practically on the brink of exhaustion. yet at the same time he was sitting outside in the dead cold of winter ( in so definitely not the right kind of warm clothes ) with a coffee in hand. smart. but it was nicer at night, quieter. the people coming and going were just heading home after far too late shifts, or even the rare few heading out for the earliest of mornings. it was the perfect kind of quiet for lore to just try and relax and let the world pass by him. 

that being said, his eyes drifted to another about to walk over a patch of ice that he himself had had the ungraceful time of dealing with earlier, and it was enough to force his mouth to move, even if his words were on the quieter side, “you should watch out-- the ice. um.. you could fall?”

[novhees]

junhee: you wanna know what i miss??

junhee: i’m gonna tell you anyway..

junhee: i miss when the sun was out for more than 3 hours a day

junhee: minus the bugs and the sweat summer is superior in so many ways

junhee: kinda think i was cursed with a winter bday :/