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FOR @1nfernoh ,

the shitty little camera keeps blinking at her, like eyes that keep watching. every single move, every single time she looks over her shoulder. she hates this one in particular, because it's half hidden behind this cabinet and a fake potted plant, like nobody would notice it, but she keeps seeing that blinking red light, mocking her every time she comes down the damn hallway.

so she's had enough. found some random paper in the lobby with the amount that she'd been making her rounds around this fucking hotel, and fashioned enough tape to try and cover over the lens, that red light, to make it stop watching.

so minji's top half is deep into this stupid potted plant, hood pulled down over her features, wrestling with tape that doesn't seem to stick, when she hears something-- footsteps, curses being so fucking jumpy these days, pulling back and then her elbow swings, catches the camera, knocks it off where they've got it propped up, at an odd angle, still fucking blinking.

"shit." she mumbles, and refrains from the instinct to just fucking kick it at this point. looks at the person who had caused the footsteps, which--

"hey kiyong. it's totally not what it looks like, except it absolutely is." minji laughs under her breath, dragging a hand down her features. "what are you up to?"

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FOR @cr4shc0urse ,

minji sees the paper, first, sunhee, second. her fingers are smudged in charcoal, and her breath, caught in her throat, grabs the paper before she thinks about it. the other pieces of paper, all ripped, crumpled, folded, are the same familiar feel that she'd carried around for the last several months in that sketchbook, the exact same one she used to carry to set and doodle in when she was looking for ideas in the time in-between.

stares at the paper. the cliff. she moves almost robotically, pressing it to her chest, hair falling into her eyes. she hasn't slept properly in a few nights and it shows, dark purple bruises underneath the errant scatter of her gaze. mouth opening, closing. "sunhee." she whispers, and she sees the cliff again. the body. why did she draw this? when did she draw this? her fingers curl around the paper, crumpling it between her fingers, trying to suck in a breath. "shit, sorry. i just-- these aren't." nothing's coming out right.

it's every nightmare come to life, possibly. why had she spent that whole month running from sunhee just to meet her here and bring her right close to it? whatever's wrong with her, now it's reaching her, too, like roots of a tree grown too far too long, tangling around all of the things in her life that could be important, and now there's an investigation, and she's been drawing the scene.

at least, she thinks? how could it not be her? it's her sketchbook, the familiar strokes of her own hand, but she doesn't remember? does she? does she remember?

she looks around, looking for cameras, for staff, for that investigator. steps closer, clutching those pages, like a live wire frayed, sparking from leftover light and power, eyes just on that edge of desperate, stepping on the line.

"you have to believe me." minji whispers, because she doesn't know how much she saw, but she saw, and that's enough. "i don't know what's happening." how would she even have known what was happening before it happened, to draw this many, to put them places, unless there's something else that is, someone else getting into her room, drawing like her, setting her up, making it look like she knew--

"this. this isn't me, at least. i don't think it is." she runs a shaking hand through her hair, shaking her head, half tucking the pages she has underneath the leather jacket draped on her frame. "have you seen any more of these around? this paper?" minji's been looking so long she doesn't know how long it's been, and the tiredness shows, even in the fact that she's asking someone else about it.

but it's sunhee, but she's seen, and minji's probably fucking up again, bringing her into it, but she's scared. scared like right before that tattoo, scared with that evidence on her face, and her hands, and sunhee is familiar. nowhere else to turn, staring right into the stark truth of everything she'd been scared of laid tangible in front of her, she turns to who she should've turned to a month ago.

"do you.. believe me?"

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FROM @1nfernoh ,

“If we’re turned away from the ferry we can start fashioning ourselves a raft. Now that’s some made for TV B plot.” Kiyong grins and he makes it look like he’s not scared of it, that idea. Or the ferry itself, the slosh of the waves and the way it all sinks down deep into nothing but black. He doesn’t tell anyone about that, his fear. “You go into town yet No cameras out there, right?” Not that Kiyong had seen, not unless they follow you on foot.

she puffs out a cloud of smoke and laughs, surprising herself. "if they think they can hunt me like an animal for sport, they have another fuckin' thing coming." minji huffs, but still, when he swings around with that fake arrow, she takes the hit, somewhat a little dramatically. she's never been an actor, but she has been for her sister, making puppet shows behind sheets using the shitty light of a flashlight and their own makeshift puppets and stuffed animals to tell stories. she pretends to fall onto the rock, free hand clutching her heart, other holding onto the smoke.

she's laughing, as she comes back up. leans on the palm of one hand, shaking her head as it mingles in with the smoke, narrowing down her breathing. "nah, what they really want is the juicy stuff. secrets, whatever the fuck happened that followed everyone home. whatever happens between all of us in the meantime is just benefits to their stupid ratings." it'd be better if she had a cover, or a mask, or something to hide behind, but the cameras being on all of the time just made her feel like even breathing she was contributing to something, just her existing in front of the lens. it made her skin crawl.

minji watches a couple of ants march around on the rock, carrying things, places to go. "no. i mean-- the money's great. but i need answers. the truth." it feels grittier between her teeth because it is real, is it why she came. is everyone else dealing with shit just like her? those scratches stretching long on her cheek, evidence of something, evidence, even, of minji just going crazy herself. she's not trying to make a spectacle, but she hopes she walks off retaining what self worth she has left after appearing publicly like this.

half wonders if her dad will give it a watch. he hasn't seen her in years. would he even recognize her?

"at least i'm not one of the actors, they'll be coming after you, next, if they can't get anything out of the main ones. i'd want to black out the cameras if it meant they wouldn't just try replacing it after, or something. feel like i'd go to all of the trouble just for them to fuck me over like that." minji sighs. the ants march on. that's all she's trying to do here, too.

the raft makes her snort out a laugh, take another long drag. "that would be a disaster. can you imagine them finding us out there with makeshift paddles and the raft disintegrating or some shit before we even get to shore? too risky. i'll take the cameras." her shoe digs into the dirt, like leaving a little piece of herself, here, carving an arch with the tip.

"i haven't been into town, but we could go check, sometime. if the rest of this town has the weird vibe this place does, then i feel like i'm still not going to like what i see. the longer i'm here, it just feels like we're fucking waiting for something, rather than figuring something out. you know? like it's waiting on us."

a beat, stretching long. figures fuck it and asks anyways. "have you.. seen or felt anything? weird, i mean?"

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FROM @5eraphism ,

just a coincidence, she thinks, swallowing as she looks down at the sheet of paper a moment longer before crossing the threshold to the adjoining door. she raises her free hand, trying to quell her trembling, and knocks gently, carefully, as though a sound too loud might break something. "h-hello?" she calls out, voice soft, glancing down at the sketch again. the ink is still bleeding, shifting, distorting underneath the weight of damp ruin. there was no other explanation for it to have belonged to minji, yet it doesn't feel like it belongs to anyone at all. "i-i think . . . y-you might have left . . . something in here?"

the reprieve of her room was one she was trying to covet after being in front of so many eyes, arm pressed over her own, splayed out on her bed. she didn't want to look at her suitcase in the corner, at the sketchbook jammed into her backpack, thinking about her sister at home, hoping she ate lunch, is cooking dinner, fed the cats that come and sit at their kitchen window, sunset bleeding through orange on their lime green curtains--

hears.. knocking. she sits up, hair in disarray from running her hands through it too much, and casts her gaze towards the bathroom where it seemed to come from. then, a voice. she just barely makes it out as she gets up, figuring it must be.. her neighbor?

unlocks the door and opens it to see her standing there, steam and warmth radiating from the bathroom. she figures she must have heard a little banging around in here, but she wasn't sure how thin the walls really were, if it was a roommate, someone nearby, down below, up above.

"no, i didn't leave anything in here." she says, because she's pretty sure she wouldn't do something like that. she cleans up after herself, takes it back into her room with her, especially when she knows that someone is on the other side of it. much less.. her eyes flicker down to whatever's in her hand, and her breath catches in her throat.

a piece of torn paper, a flash of dark, dancing ink. minji takes half a step back. she casts a gaze back over her shoulder at her notebook-- and it's not jammed in there, anymore. not like her memory, where she'd placed it, looking forlornly at the paper like it had been calling out to her, hands with phantom presses, like it could trace the curves and sketches she wishes to lay there, get it out of her palms. it's laying open atop it, jagged and wrong, rushed, pages ripped out at the spine.

"how did you get that?" she gets out, voice a little rough, but the determined set to her brow has her looking over her shoulder into the bathroom, like somehow she could find evidence, explanation. her eyes filter back to her, confusion plain on her features and turning into indifference.

"the door was locked. it has been locked. i've been sitting in there the whole time by myself."

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FROM @cr4shc0urse ,

"kind of makes you look badass." despite herself, sunhee's voice softens. she looks down at minji in front of her and her hand twitches, almost reaching for her cheek. "does it still hurt?"

she honestly wouldn't have blamed her if she'd been done with her then, because for the past month, she'd been wrestling with that. this tentative thing that scares the shit of her but she keeps finding herself thinking about, seeking out, feeling like shit that she'd gone and potentially ruined it on her own. one good thing and she goes and fucks it up because it gets too easy, and she's always been shit at accepting things like that.

but she forgives her. minji's always felt fucked over personally by the universe, but maybe this is just something she can keep quiet, keep to herself. minji scrunches up her nose. "it wasn't just this. just a bunch of fucking shit." it was that tattoo, that drawing, thinking about her hands on her skin even underneath the guide of the tattoo gun, then it was her hands, sketching, then it was her pencil on paper on sketchbook, growing its own nails, leaving her with something to carry around, like punishing her for wanting. bills, her little sister coming home late, minji watching the bank account grow emptier and emptier, sanity slipping through her fingers.

"cat that got a little crazy. maybe he was just a bit hungry, didn't feed him fast enough." the lie feels bitter on her tongue, the laugh afterwards as empty as she feels. claws of a drawing, a nightmare she had created, didn't sound like something sane to say out loud, especially if there were people watching, listening. hearing about how her own creations could reach out and touch make themselves solid, brush and loom and ache, like her nightmares, chasing her down long hallways, leading it to everything and everyone she's every loved. tiny little clouds of air, of smoke.

quirks an eyebrow though, grinning. "yeah? i guess it's alright if it looks hot."

she shakes her head, her gaze flickering over her. "doesn't hurt anymore." yes it did, a constant, dull ache. minji's got lies full and brimming in her mouth. maybe most of that was the thought of losing sunhee in the first place, that stayed with her, a tentative thing she watches from the shadows of the dark, like she'll get too close and spook. a small, hopeful flicker of a flame.

"want to sit and smoke with me?"

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FROM @1nfernoh ,

“Regretting it too, or enjoying your time in the limelight so far?”

it feels like maybe she's dipped herself into pages of something, like she'd drawn this, the eyes of all of these people staring at her, straight past her, around her, waiting for something, like long, lone fishing lines tugging at bait, or an animal creeping along the forest line, waiting for the right time to chase, like they'll get something good if they just keep watching. and it's unnerving as fuck, because she's never really cared about what she looked like or how she came off to people, just does what she wants, but it makes it all.. annoying. it makes her think about it.

if she was back home, she would've just started smoking right outside the doors, but she doesn't even fucking know anywhere here, and so. she's standing there, hesitating, and then. there's someone.

memory provides, slow, like ink. her eyebrows furrow a little at kiyong's statement, confusion portrayed blankly over her features. she didn't really get to know a lot of the cast back during filming for them to want to look for her, she thinks, but. she sees his eyes dart towards the exit, and if it's the out that she'd been looking for a moment ago, she's not really one to hesitate and take it.

"oh. yeah." she mumbles, doesn't even really care if that's about the worst response these people could've gotten out of her, because then she's following him out, leaving behind the swarm for refreshingly clearer air when there isn't so many people to clog it up.

the sheer amount of familiarity of just being around everyone again was enough to make her head spin, because being away from it was one thing, altogether another after everything she's been seeing online, remembers from filming, had been dealing with on her own.

it's a lot of turning corners, but they end up somewhere deserted and far more preferable than that lobby. she looks around before she finds another rock to perch on, already slipping out a cigarette from the pack. "fuck, tell me about it. thanks for the rescue, by the way."

she lights it up on the lighter he provides with a balanced hand, bringing it back to her lips with a much needed inhale, elbow to her knee, digging her chin into her palm, eyes dragging along the shitty vegetation and the sharp lines of the building they'd left behind.

"yeah, i've never been one for. any of this." begs the question why she's here, but answers are answers. "this place is a good find, though. i keep seeing all the damn cameras blinking at me everywhere and it almost feels as suffocating as everyone fucking looking at me like i'm going to provide the best footage of their lives." she shakes her head a little, features obscured through dusty billows of smoke. "maybe more than that. they're looking at me like i have.. answers. or something. like i have a fucking clue what's going on."

"think we could catch some kind of way back?" she mumbles, joking, smiling a little, sneaker kicking around a smaller rock in the rubble. "if you're regretting it too, that is. seems like we're pretty good at getting out of there, at least."

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FROM @cr4shc0urse ,

"if we've got a problem, i'm not hashing it out for tv ratings or whatever. i just want to know so i don't make any more assumptions." she casts a wary look around the courtyard, her eyes lingering on the weeping woman. something about the deep clench of her shoulders, the leading lines of her mouth wrought into a sob behind her hands, makes sunhee's skin crawl.

she'd never been on an airplane before. her father had talked to her about it when she was younger and she'd asked about the clouds, about if he draws them the way that he does, in these small, round puffs with curls of his wrist that she copies, palm dragging waxy oil pastel against her skin, because he'd been way up in the sky and seen them up close.

that clouds are like smoke, in these small curls, and sitting at the window seat, she had spent the whole time staring out at them and wondering if clouds are like smoke like oil pastel like memories laying against her skin like a sunburn, like remembering has always been, a hollow ache in her chest kicking out for something and coming back with nothing, always nothing.

she drops all of her shit in her room and doesn't bother with the rest, digs out what she needs and shoves it in the inner pocket of her jacket and starts wandering. she'd half paid attention to whatever this place was supposed to be composed of, because that inner voice keeps itching along her spine, why's she even supposed to be here, anyways? you don't belong here, you never have, never belonged anywhere.

nothing new. she wanders somewhere until she finds a bench, and then she settles and flickers the flame on her lighter and takes a deep inhale, sinking down against the wood, sprawled. looks around, wondering if the cameras are getting her like this, now, and wonders if they'd not even pay attention because it's just her.

until it's not. minji's staring at a weeping woman, wondering just how she could carve out those shadows of her gaping mouth and sweeping cheeks with charcoal, carving it out like she's digging her fingers into the page, and then her gaze slides over, puff of smoke. sunhee. well.

there was a part of her that knew. she thought maybe she'd have a little more time inbetween this, now, but. they're here. sunhee's there, she turns, she turns back. minji taps ash from between her fingers. she wouldn't have been surprised if she never noticed her at all.

hollow ache, memory here, clawing. "we don't have a problem. it's my fault, actually. been a hard fuckin' month and i kinda just--- crashed out, lost track of a bunch of shit in my life." along her cheek lays the wound, the cause, the three claw marks red and healing, corner of her mouth to the crease of her eye.

she sits up a little, hates that any of this actually makes her. what does it make her? yeah, she really.. gives a shit. what sunhee thinks about her. she gestures with the smoke in her hand. "you want to be good? don't have to make any assumptions, we can just.." minji's never fucking been good at any of this. ghosting was easier, and minji barely fucking existed anywhere on a good day. but sunhee is standing there, seeing her, and she can't really run away. doesn't want to.

an exhale, quiet. "i'm sorry." her jaw sets, eyes drifting. i was really scared. i think something is happening to me and i don't know what it is. i'm scared what's after me is going to come after you too. in the beginning i wanted to know why, i just wanted to know why, but then i figured it out and now i know you, and i want to keep knowing you, and somehow that's scarier then even---

shadows reaching out past the page, moving, touching her, like it's real, bruises and wounds that had bled down to her chin, almost as painful as the twist in her heart when she looks at her and remembers and. and she missed her. fuck, she missed her.

it's too much. she huffs out a breath, taking another drag, mouth twisting into something like a smile, raising an eyebrow, teasing. "we could hash something else out for tv ratings, you know. if you forgive me, and you c'mere."

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@/pyramidh3ad (crimson seal) is NO ONE going to talk abt how cho minji's just copying that one artist's works like come on.. tattoo artist my ass she's totally faking it just because she wants fame from working on the movie !!!! she was practically a ghost online until a few months ago

heyy it's leon (he/him, 21+) again with cho minji, (but don't forget jeon byeonghun too!) this intro will have information on minji, but feel free to look through her profile for extras! minji aka the velveteen rabbit who just wants to be real, ghost who wishes she could be noticed but no one can see her, melancholy mundane day to day loop who's left pieces of herself everywhere but still remains nowhere at all.. one day she will leave a mark on this world !!!! (hit her up if u want a tattoo, at least it's smth..)

let me know if you want to chat here or d!scord, but you can message me at byeonghun’s blog for plotting with either of them, or both! as always, i'm up to plotting or just throwing them together nd seeing what horrors they get up to.. leave a like and i'll come visit ur dm's!

BACKGROUND.

'94, she/her, the ILLUSTRATOR. she's recently been working as a tattoo artist at THE RABBIT HOLE, but she's had a slew of other odd jobs that you've maybe seen her at, laundromat, receptionist, coffee shop barista, hotel cleaning maid, convenience store, etc..

basically her father fell in love with her mother when they were young, but his family never approved of the match even though he ended up having two kids with her before going off to marry who his parents wanted him to, getting famous, forgetting abt them completely in the process..

totally not her mother's fault, but they had all been kind of hoping their father would leave his family behind and choose them all of these years, but kim beomsoo chooses fame, instead, and goes ahead to become a famous traditional artist, having two other kids and not even telling his other family about them, presumably.. which leaves her mother heartbroken, and she kinda checks out around when minji turns 18

so minji takes care of her younger sister by herself, and uses art as the only way she can connect with her father, since he used to teach her back when he Was around when she was younger, as well as bestowing her with one of the love kills comics, sweet velveteen

they're kinda always struggling for money? minji does her best, but she's also filled with a lot of rage towards her father for leaving them in the dust, and she kind of realizes he used to teach her a bunch of his techniques, so it's actually kinda easy for her to replicate his art? close enough to be sold as a fake

so she sells counterfeit copies of his art underneath a fake name, PHANTOM, and they start making more money then they've ever had before. even so, she only does it sparingly, because she doesn't want it to become too noticeable Or looked into

then she sees the position for the illustrator for the mask of all hearts, and her and her sister had been obsessed with love kills for ages, so. she uses a contact through PHANTOM to fake her entire background to get the position and it works

it says she went to college, did internships, worked at notable places to have enough experience to work on the movie, all with her own art, at least. she only has as high as a high school diploma, but she pretends along with the lie

she had attended the set quite often, even if she was mostly unnoticeable. stayed quiet, kept to herself, always carrying around a journal full of doodles and finding as many things to draw as she could

at the time, she was only working a job as a receptionist for a hotel, and when she began working on the art for the movie, odd things began happening in her studio in her small, cramped apartment. canvas's torn and ripped, paint splattered, waking up with her hands coated in paint and ink, all over her clothes

further into the movie, it worsened because her art began to move. it would shift on the pages, until it looked like it started coming out of the page. the first time it did, curling around her skin, made tangible shadow, was almost gentle enough for her to think she was just losing sleep, imagining things. but then it started to form into shapes and things of her own nightmares that she drew, crawling out of the pages for her, leaving odd bruises wherever it touched her

she still chalks it up to no sleep, being clumsy to her stress about money, about what she'd done to get the job and try to prove herself. when the movie's over, she even takes a break from making art, fearing the worst, but it leads her running into another money problem, and she seeks out the tattoo artist job at a shop that allows independent studios, still running on some leftover funds from PHANTOM's work

the movie's over, tattoos are permanent, they can't hurt her, right? she hasn't been drawing like she used to, but at least she's making money. until it happens again, a late night stencil of a monster for a client jumping forward and leaving scratches along her face, and then she receives the invitation for the show

not being able to draw, something she's leaned on for years, is kind of fucking her up tbh.. drawings becoming nightmares becoming drawings is a loop that has her losing sleep and her own sanity, but all she wants is answers, she wants her drawings back, still carrying them around but not daring to open the pages in case they come back to follow her all the way back 2 where it first started..

CONNECTIONS.

you saw her always glaring from whatever perch she had made for herself on set and was like.. is she staring at me or like.. what.. but she was rlly just concentrating on drawing u, in which she gave u the drawing (an odd memento u somehow still have from the movie days) and wait didn't it look like it was moving the other day..

idk u deal in some sketchy shit too and u only know her as PHANTOM, in which she always shows up w a mask/hood down/sunglasses and she never lets slip Who she is, but u build some kind of trust system between each other, esp when everyone in this business is some kind of shady.. at least u can rely on each other..

(fem only) if u are looking for some fwb's vibes.. she definitely does not stick around longer than she needs to and she is so out of touch w her emotions its kind of impressive, but. she cannot resist a pretty girl, what is she to do..

high school friends?? she was always drawing and has always had a love kills obsession, so you could've read the comics tgt, she showed you all of her horror inspired art, you watched the films tgt, and then she kinda disappeared off the face of the earth once graduation hit. wtf

tattoos before the horrors rlly got to her !! she had her own studio and took requests thru her (kinda new) insta, but let her know if u want anything horror/animated/silly she will do it..

ur like kinda suspicious abt her art?? it Does kinda look like that kim beomsoo guy's, and also like. why is there no social media of her before the movie started filming? maybe u went to the same art college but never heard of her/saw her around, start digging and find out that her records look rlly out of place.. idk u piece it together hold it over her she already has other horrors but what is One More..

she's kinda quiet and doesn't rlly hesitate to be Blunt abt things but.. u both see each other on the bus everyday, attend the same coffee shop and get the same order, live in the same shitty apartment building isn't that landlord such an asshole, she's left drawings for u but she stopped all of the sudden, she looks scared as soon as u ask her for another but like.. why is she scared of her own art..

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She wanted to scream, but a person who is alone—alone in the absolute sense of the word—does not scream out her despair; it is useless. Deserts do not hear. But she can do things with her hands which even a desert must notice. She can tear at the sand until the desert bleeds.

– Stig Dagerman, from “Men of Character,” The Games of Night (Quartet, 1986)

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Driveway Camellias

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LOL I just locked something away in my heart

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kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc

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Cool With You || Jung Hoyeon

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PLOTS . . .

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PROFILE . . .

NAME: cho minji FACECLAIM: jung hoyeon AGE: 30, 1994/03/28 PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: lesbian USERNAME: velveteenr4bbit FILM ROLE: MEDIA-01, illustrator OCCUPATION: tattoo artist at THE RABBIT HOLE tattoo shop, secretly known underneath the alias PHANTOM, who sells counterfeit copies of art mainly by kim beomsoo (father) RESIDENCE: small studio apartment with her younger sister EDUCATION: high school graduate currently listening to: television by night tapes favorite love kills issue: #3, sweet velveteen

FAMILY mother— cho hwayoung, 55. left the picture when minji turned 18, sends letters sometimes, often from locations across europe. father— kim beomsoo, 57. married to kim sohyun. a popular artist known for his bright watercolors and traditional pieces, has been featured in several exhibitions and in the news. usually paints nature scenes, or finds some way to include them in his art. met cho hwayoung during school, but his parents never approved of the relationship and continued pushing him towards their own matches, eventually married to sohyun later after minji and miran were born. younger sister— cho miran, 24. didn't attend college like her sister, has worked several odd jobs but has recently been seen at a local convenience store during late shift hours, and as a barista at minji's favorite shop to draw in. half younger brother— kim chanwoo, 21. not a creative bone in his body, attending college and studying to become a doctor. half younger brother— kim cheolmin, 22. attending college for a classical music degree.

IMAGE HAIR: black, short and around her shoulders, choppy, like done with scissors over a kitchen sink (it was) EYES: brown HEIGHT: 5'9, 175 cm PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: four lobe piercings on either side, a septum, a lip ring, and a tongue piercing. a tattoo sleeve on her left arm and one slowly forming down her right arm, from her elbow upwards. a piece she did on herself on her hip and another tattoo on her back, all random doodles/florals in an animated style, including a rabbit, a stuffed animal bear with two heads, scissors, a deer, a cupcake, a joker playing card, roses, irises, lilacs, lavender, a clown, a bee, a fig, and a cat. WARDROBE: non-form fitting clothing, jeans, bulky jackets, plaid button downs, heavy boots, long skirts, oversized sweaters, t-shirts, leather, usually dark colors, not a lot of patterns, simplistic, usually thrifted/sewn up with patches by her hand and blue thread. COUNTENANCE: usually quiet, always observing, usually carries around a journal or two she doodles in when she has free time or something she wants to sketch, full of either realistic renditions or animated/cartoon objects in her style. a lot of horror inspired art, stuff she redraws from her nightmares. usually has headphones on, doesn't talk much. kind of a glare when she's looking somewhere, animated when it's something she does enjoy.

MEMORY LIKES: taro bubble tea, soup, sitting by the fire, clean sheets, unopened bottles of paint, fresh, new journals, early morning sunrises, berries straight from the vine. DISLIKES: feeling like she isn't being listened to, late trains, cold food, loud noises, scratchy fabrics. HABITS: always drawing in her journal or with her nose buried in a book, headphones on her ears with the music turned up, humming songs underneath her breath, lingering in places to draw for hours. REFLECTION: old film cameras, acrylic paint, quiet, slow music, leaving the tv on all night, lemonade, lazy, afternoon sun, windchimes, lonely platforms, knitted sweaters, getting off of work early, smoking on a balcony, a music box going off in another room.

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☆— @velveteenr4bbit

CHO MINJI (ILLUSTRATOR). '94, she/her, tattoo artist. penned by leon, 21+, he/him, for LOVEKILLZ.

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