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Yoona digs through the pocket of her long skirt, procuring a various amalgamation of items — gum, paper clips, bobby pins, and an exorbitant amount of black rubber bands ( for whatever reason ). She dismisses Hanbyul's temporary silence to piece together the wooden charm in question. Now, Yoona is not entirely sure if such a thing would actually hold any freaky spiritual properties if she made it but she feels it is necessary to hold a demonstration.

"What? You're an acting student and you've never seen that movie? It's a must for any film student, y'know? The film kinda pioneered the weird genre of found footage horror movies! People back then thought the movie was real," She holds up the stick sculpture shaped vaguely like a person and walks it in Hanbyul's direction. It is more than clear who the younger of the two is. "What are you making, though? I bet I'll blink and you'll have a complete recreation of Venus de Milo."

hanbyul tries not to give the other a look and, if she weren't an actress, she probably would have let how she was feeling right on her face. thankfully, it was her job to pretend like things were okay when honestly, it didn't really feel like it. it also took everything in her might not to put the other in her place, but she wasn't a spiteful person. most of the time anyway.

"yeah, that's fine," hanbyul shrugs her shoulders. there's no energy left inside of her to try and speak her mind, and honestly, the faster they get through this, the quicker they can just move on from it. "i don't think i've watched the blair witch project," hanbyul starts. was that a show? or something else? "so, the craft is ... yeah, the craft is fine," she notes again as she crouches down to start putting together whatever it is she could find.

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@LGCENT JUST POSTED A PHOTO!

2023.10.04

happy 22nd birthday, ahn yoona!

#lgctrainees #lgcent #ahnyoona #lgcbirthday

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"Oh, come on now!" Yoona grabs for Hanbyul's hands, urging her toward the bench. "I set it on the ground by the base of the tree. Irs not like im about to start doing experiments on it right in front of you. You don't have to get all prissy about— Hm?" Her eyes catch the tips of the older student's fingers, fixated on her nails. "Your cuticles..." But the subject could wait. For now, they two must focus on completing the task before the remainder of Yoona's patience officially runs out. She had her House of Usher book to get back to.

"Anyway, we're supposed to make a craft out of sticks and leaves or whatever. What do you think? My idea sounds good." She takes pause to sit down, sorting through her collection of various nature scraps. Her nails drum against the wooden surface of the table. "Unless you had a better idea? We could always make those freaky charms from Blair Witch Project and hang them on the trees around campus. Scare some freshmen."

hanbyul has to admit that she's not entirely sure what the other is trying to do. frankly, she's never been a fan of crawling things, certainly not this ... caterpillar was it? that the other seemed to be enchanted by. or at least very intrigued by. "uh ..." she could only give her a look that read 'hm, maybe?'. what were they supposed to be actually looking for again? was it this caterpillar?

"what? how do we do that?" she asks, her brows furrowing in slight confusion. honestly, she has not interest in touching this creature, and if the other wants to, then she would definitely let her deal with it. "i'm not really ... a fan of bugs and things that crawl," she finally admits aloud.

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Yoona meets her upperclassman with a click of her tongue — driven to some sort of despondency from her lack of enthusiasm. The poor little creature wiggles its body in a tighter coil around the stick. "It's a caterpillar for a sphinx moth... I always found it interesting, y'know... how they look so vibrant and neon when they're like this but they change so much. Kinda freaky, right? Imagine if they were giant sized. Attack of the Worms... something like that."

When she is finished with her random philosophical rambling about nothing in particular, she carefully sets down the stick and gathers the other materials back up and sets them on the outdoor table underneath the tree. "Since I found a caterpillar, we should make a moth with this stuff," Yoona speaks in a matter-of-fact manner, her tone even and relatively monotonous. Her eyes flicker upward at Hanbyul, expectant and curious of her opinion. "It'll kinda be like... we're speedrunning it's metamorphosis or whatever."

hanbyul has never been a fan of scavenger hunts, and this one is no different. they always seem to stretch her abilities in ways that she didn't think she even knew how to stretch. she feels bad that there's someone else that's dragged in with her for it. if only she knew how horrible she was at this, then maybe she would have considered pairing up with someone else.

she's entranced by who knows what, but the sound of her partner's voice wakes her up from her reverie. "hm?" wasn't she just sitting here? when had she disappeared? she moves towards the other and sees her holding up something. brows furrow as she looks at the thing curiously. "what weird thing is that?" she shudders ever so slightly.

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( ... ) “Oh, uh, that’s the classmate I was telling you about! The one that has my yoga notes? Be right back!” He rips his arm away from the cheerleader dragging him towards the DJ booth with an apologetic nod ( the chick was hellbent on requesting some slow song by some artist he’d already forgotten a second after she said it ) and shuffles over to Yoona, a hand pressed to his stomach. “Yoona! Hey! I was just… I was just heading back to the bathroom! You didn’t try any of that weird dip did you? It really messed me up. Is someone holding our place in line? Better get back there or we’ll be waiting all ni - Oh… Ow, ugh…”  At least if he learned nothing else from this night, he’d leave with the knowledge that switching his major to acting was always an option. He takes a few more steps in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll be, uh, right back - “ 

Yoona struggles with her choice to be offended. First, she is partially aware of Byeongkwan's status as a bit of a pity date. That much is clear now that she thinks back on it. The clumsily arranged proposal too bombastic for her liking and his befuddled expression.

( Oh, she would not go on to mention the shirts. What a horrifying concept — to have her deadpan face plastered on fabric for everyone on campus to see. At least one could pass it off as an artistic indie band graphic tee in their spare time. The mere thought still bubbles up a desire to hide away in the nearest cave for all of eternity, more content to live life as a hideous wretch. )

But another thing emerges throughout the night. It has already been observed that Byeongkwan was discontent to stay in one place for too long, floating around the building doing who knows what before reappearing at her side fifteen minutes later. Naturally, she would grow suspicious of his motives, as well as the state of his conscience.

"Hey," she spits out again. "Don't think you can just get away so easy this time!" A long nail gestures in his direction. It is slathered in black matte nail polish like the rest, slightly pointed at the end. "If you run off again... Then I'll really know that you're full of shit... and not just literally... Probably," she huffs with disdain but her expression hardly shifts. "I mean, I think you are bullshitting me. You were going to go dance with another girl. The loud one in the gaudy pink dress." Nevermind that she, herself, highly considered donning colors for once in her life for this 'special' night.

Yoona grabs onto his arm... but she is no desperate woman. He grip subsequently loosens, dropping it as if she had just picked up a rotten banana peel.

"If you were so repulsed by me that you didn't want to be seen with me here, why did you bother asking me? Unless you did it just because ... you felt sorry for me or something." She pauses to give his face a once over. Of course, it had all been too good to be true. Bare minimum, she at least expected to get something of value out of the night, but given his frequent absences, there would never be a chance to at least cop a feel during a slow dance. ( Either which way, frankly. )

She turns on her heel, arms loosely crossed over her torso. "I'm going to go get a drink. With my luck, maybe the punch will be spiked."

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❀ ◡ STICKS & STONES / @lgchanbyul

Strange — the next scavenger hunt activity prompts them to make some sort of primitive craft out of materials and Yoona cannot find it in herself to think of something remotely creative. The depths of her ability to improvise have been used up by now. ( Perhaps it was the over the top attempt at making a horrifying abomination with pineapple, jalapeno and crumbled up rice balls that put her at her limit. Or her exaggeration when requesting a signature from Lee Kyuhwan. )

She glances over at her designated partner, Hanbyul. She is an older student, nearer to graduation at this point than Yoona is to her next existential crisis. Her eyes travel back to the pile of sticks and leaves after making a b-line ( without much of a word ) for one of the larger trees in the campus courtyard. She only turns her head when she falls into a squat, long dark skirt catching on some of the twigs.

Her hands rifle through the pile, haphazardly searching for pretty enough leaves and sticks that are not bent and twisted and setting them aside. Eventually, her plucking at the pile reveals a long wiggling thing hanging limply on the end of a rather long stick. It is bright green, white and purple dashes on the side and a long black horn on the end.

"Unnie. Come look."

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◡ ANALYZING SEARCH RESULTS...

FOUND: LGCU STUDENT PROFILE

NAME: Ahn Yoona YEAR: Second MAJOR: Dance

SUBJECTS RANKING !!

ACTING FUNDAMENTALS

ASTRONOMY

BEGINNER YOGA

DANCE HISTORY

PERFORMING ARTS

RANDOM FACTS !!

A tried and true outcast type. Janice Ian incarnate. Ask her about the world or life and she will say that it's a drag, nothing matters anyway.

Weirdo dance girl extraordinaire who spends most of her time coming up with odd dance routines than anything else. Although, the cheerleaders do fascinate her with the way they go about their dancing. She's even tried to join their club but was rejected because she was not nearly peppy enough.

That being said, she's a bit of a goth in this universe, fully expressing how she truly has always felt inside with interesting fashion. All black. The type that carries around an Edgar Allen Poe book.

She's usually hanging around with the theater or art kids, interested with what weird shit they have to say.

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ACT.02

OR — a family matter ( not that it matters )

"Dad," the metal sheet rattles loudly underneath the delicate hand that slams against it. "Dad! Come on, I know you're in there." Her tone reduces into nothing more than a whine, pleading for her father to make at least a peep. She backs away and glances up at the trailer. Her mind fabricates an impulsive plan: if she were to use brute force and open the door, then perhaps—

"Hold your horses!" A familiar voice chimes up from inside the convience store; groggy and a bit too casual for Yoona's liking. She places her hands on her hips. All the while, her father clumsily opens the rusted trailer door and pops his head out. "Sorry, no customers tod— Y-Yoona! Kiddo, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be...?"

Yoona huffs out a sigh. "Did you lose track of what time it is or what? It's chuseok... Doyoon and I were waiting and waiting and you just... didn't show. We even made songpyeon... by ourselves." Her arms uncross, falling flat against her sides.

Her brows furrow and arms cross, obviously quite disgruntled ( and concerned ) by his confusion. Had he forgotten? Or is his perception of time so far gone? It is not uncommon after the death of a loved one for time to lose its meaning. Lee Miyeon happened to be the love of his life, after all. She is and was not a fleeting memory, living on in hearts and pictures, the videos and memos she left behind, and in the features of her daughter. Yoona could see it in his eyes every time his eyes fell on her and how quickly they glanced away. He does it even now, gaze averting to his beat up sandals.

It's already been four chuseoks without her. Get a grip... both of you.

"Sorry, kiddo, I was...—" He turns his back to pry open the security curtain. She peers inside immediately. In the back crevasse of the trailer, he seems to have set up a small pile of blankets and pillows. Resting gently atop the fluffy mound is a picture of her mother dressed in her flight attendant uniform, smiling. "It's been a rough past couple weeks. Your dad's been exhausted."

"Why did you close up? To take a nap? It's the middle of the day," Scolding her own father brings a twinge of guilt to her heart. She knows how much he suffers, how much he's given up and put forth to care for both of his children, but the guilt of allowing him to wallow in self-pity for so long eats at her even more. "This is even worse than the tent thing, you know. That's not what Doyoon meant when he said that—"

"I know," He does not spare her a glance as he speaks, making his hands busy with organizing various bags of chips and instant ramen. "Why? No customers come here, really... They just go to the GS25 instead. More options and places to sit. They also have television sets with sports and music shows now. Hard to beat."

"And they won't come by much anyways now because it's the holiday. That's why you should come home," teeth dig into her lower lip. "That's what mom would want..." her voice sticks to her throat. "Please?"

He stops after a few moments of silence, finally turning his head. Those weary eyes of his have turned red and glossy. He sighs in resignation and pulls down the security curtain once again, pausing to look in side one more time. "Right. Let's go."

"Thank you." There is reluctance in her step closer to him, but she nudges him gently with her elbow — a familiar action she abandoned years ago. A small smile creeps onto her lips. "And... by the way, dad... Get rid of those awful sandals. They're falling apart at the seams! I can't believe you even wore them to the concert."

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@LGCENT just posted a photo!

can you tell we practiced a lot? our performance will be a hot issue. ✨

#lgctrainees #lgcent #ahnyoona

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ACT.01

OR — a certain expectation of reality

Performing is a rush.

It's a shot of adrenaline, a direct dose of dopamine into the brain. Up here, you are someone else. The lights pouring out from the edge of the stage are blinding, enough to conceal the closer faces staring up, but it is good enough. They still scream and cheer even if they do not know the name of each performer. It is an attraction to the physical, to the intensity of one's gaze. Yoona's eyes change to suit the concept. She molds herself into the image of what the audience wants her to be. Sexy, cute, all smiles, smoldering, fierce.

It's not me, it's never me.

Performing is a rush. It goes by in a flash.

The music ends as soon as it begins, but the cheering swells and remains, even as the group of girls are soon ushered off the stage without much comment. A staff member mutters that they have done a good job, another rushing to wipe away sweat and smudged make up, untangle the haywire in-ear that coiled itself around Yoona's microphone.

She stands still while hands pluck and wipe at her like a doll for the second time that night. They are frantic and rushed as they peel the stage costume from her body. She does not notice the cold air hitting her arms until the male trainees are brush by, equally as anxious and hurried. Her eyes only manage to lock with one of them. He looks away, as if she never existed.

Is any of this even real? No, no — it can't actually be real. She did not just finish performing Adios, and the cheers did not change even when she is out of range.

She takes in the change of scenery, flinching away at the bright lights of the hallway leading to the changing rooms. A stylist shuffles behind them with the elaborate accessories gathered in a small Tupperware container. It would be some time before the encore takes place. Approximately half an hour of playing the waiting game once again.

Her backside meets the cushion of a couch where she soon sprawls herself out on, arm draped across her face. ( Much to the dismay of the stylists and make up artists agoning to do touch upset and changes. )

"Yoona," one trainee pipes up, lightly tapping her shoulder. "Get up, we need to change with the rest of the girls."

The young woman in question exhales a dramatic sigh, flopping her arms back and turning onto her side before she offers a rather pitiful pout up at her. "And if I say my legs don't work anymore? What shall we do? I can't go out like this?" She gestures to the dressed down version of her previous outfit. Mostly comprised of a white pants and an untucked undershirt with a modified ( read: torn ) collar and sleeves. Fortunately, free of sweat stains.

"Yeah, very funny. If you're gonna be like that, you can be last, then." The trainee forcefully sliding herself onto the couch seems accustomed to whatever these antics are.

Yoona turns around again, exaggerating her movements with several more over the top sighs. "Oh no! She's going into histrionics again!" But she cannot seem to speak without giggling, earning an eye roll and a quick abandonment of entertaining her any further.

The moment leaves again with the girl from Yoona's side. Her act, her performance. Such fulfillment; left with profound emptiness in its final throes.

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❀ ◡ PUNCH & A PUNCH / @lgcbk

The line in front of the photo booth moves along at a snail's pace. She holds her spot in line with a stalwart stability, arms folded and her lips parting to release the occasion sigh.

A couple in front of her briefly turn to look at her when she begins to flick at her nails. Her lips curl into a saccharine smile behind the dark lipstick slathered over them. In the dark, it gives the grin a vacant appearance. She twists her expression into a scowl when they turn, her eyes directed to the guy's arm curling around his date's waist to pull her closer. Yoona rolls her eyes and exhales another wistful sigh from her nostrils.

The last thing Yoona is known for is her patience — and so, when he date frantically leaves her side again ( claiming to be bothered by those pesky stomach troubles ), the thin thread it already hangs by is bound to snap. She even taps her foot to the beat of some pop song in an attempt to pass the time but even she knows the effort is futile.

Of course, by now her mind has fabricated the idea that he must have ditched her and blew off this stupid dance altogether. ( She would not blame him but the least he could have done was bring her with. ) Not that she would go on and cry about it — he isn't exactly her type, nor someone she would initially accept going on a prom date in the first place. Though, Yoona is nothing if not agreeable when it came to being asked. In fact, her brother encouraged her when she had difficulty making up her mind. Little did she know, Doyoon orchestrated the whole thing; much to the behest of her currently missing date.

"I can't believe this..." She peaks her head out of line, attempting to scan over the heads of other students to find her own date. One would think him being so annoyingly tall would see to an easy spot in a crowd, but the darkness and occasional flashing lights give little leeway for a search.

Growing discontent with the waiting game, Yoona peels away from the line, waving her hand in dismissal when the person behind her asks if she is sure. Byeongkwan's face appears sooner than she anticipates. She lifts the same hand to urge him in her direction, but he seems intent on another target entirely. Her eyes follow closely as he steps toward a girl in a bright, sequined dress ( tacky, if you ask her ) who begins tugging on his arm in an enthusiastic invitation to dance.

Much to Yoona's dismay, he agrees. ( Dismay? Well — not that she initially even has much of a feeling for the guy, but she does think what is sworn to her for the night is hers. A promise is a promise. )

She gasps and yells out across the dance floor, voice cutting across the music.

"Hey!"

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( ❀ Hello, everyone! ...What a surprise, right? It's me again... attempting to bring a girl into this world. WIll I succeed? Let's see. It's Sera here to introduce to you my character! She is brand new so I'm expecting her to grow as I write her. I've listed some plots at the bottom but I prefer to do brainstorming. I'm open to plotting in either Tumblr IMs or over Discord, whichever you prefer. Without further ado, please read my rambling. ( I'll have a pinned I'll post later. ) Like this post ♡ and we can plot! )

◡ profile / plots / pinterest / playlist

BACKGROUND !!

Born october 4th, 2001. ( 1004, she asserts reflects her — it is an angel number after all )

Grew up in Gumi which is a smaller city just outside of Daegu.

Parents were high school sweethearts who waited to start a family until he finished his military service and she finished school. Mother was a flight attendant. Father is a former professional choreographer.

Family used to be fairly well off before the drastic change and her mother's medical bills became increasingly more expensive.

They eventually moved to Seoul in 2016 when her father got an opportunity to choreograph for an entertainment company.

Father gave up his career after his wife’s passing in 2019 to attend to a portable convenience stand by the Han River once owned by his own father. Their formerly close relationship grew estranged and tense rather quickly.

Used to be a competitive archer. Failed to make it on the national team multiple times, nevermind the Olympics. Became easily discouraged and decided to quit after an argument with her father. She even threatened to drop out of school unless she could join a company to focus on her dancing.

Before lgc, she joined an entertainment company while in high school only to get scammed into a trainee program and drained of almost all her money via their training debt scheme.

Waited until she graduated to audition for Legacy Entertainment. Somehow, she got in... and from there, she begins to change a bit as a person.

PERSONALITY & MORE !!

Works at an arcade/PC Bang for now. She likes to sneak in a nap in the dinosaur safari VR machine.

She uses the nerf gun and water gun from the prize table to ward off unwanted guests or customers who overstay their welcome. Careful, she has great aim.

Oddly good at fixing things ( to a certain extent ), a trait she picked up from her brother who has a penchant for inventing. Being practical helps quite a bit, though.

She is no stranger to putting on an act to get something for free. a convincing & skilled liar. she even stole someone’s phone once to sell but will never admit this. jokes about needing a glucose guardian but never say never.

Tendency to be flirtatious. offers compliments — sincere & underhanded.

Only actually been in one serious relationship that she considers was worthwhile & lacks the motivation to pursue anything else. Often finds herself leading people on but falls for people easily as she's rather susceptible to romantic gestures, then forces herself to lose interest when things get a little too spicy.

Good listener. Purveyor of gossip. Collects many rumors, rarely spills to anyone. Tell things to her at your own risk. She will hardly speak a word about her own background ( and will even lie sometimes ) but is content to know everything about everyone else.

Has a good sense of humor and able to laugh at herself.

Actually kinda lazy about everything unless it's dancing. She just likes to say she's just laid back.

Speaking of dancing, she is especially into the art of waacking/tutting/vogueing, as she finds the elegant precision to be appealing and especially fun to do.

Very opinionated & can come across judgmental for her willingness to speak her mind, Notorious for reacting with her face ( ie. side eyeing ).

An introvert. Also claims to really hate people but is naturally social despite this.

Often plays a vain character, usually an exaggerated version of herself ( channeling Goddess Gyuri & Mijoo ) — perhaps to compensate for or conceal… something. Part of it being that she enjoys entertaining people with her antics. It is not rare to catch a glimpse at her "real self" but it's hard to even say what that even is.

Calm but when she's memeing and being crazy, she becomes unhinged. Like so.

A bit fickle & indecisive, sometimes allowing her impulses to take control of a decision ... or out of pure spite.

Had a time where she was so desperate for money, that she was willing to lie to get freebies or sympathy discounts. But we don't talk about that time anymore. It was just a phase.

Not malicious by any means but it is easy to interpret her actions as such. She desires attention and love in this aftermath of her life plummeting, and just goes about it in a rather unconventional way.

Hates people who smoke. Her mother's lung cancer being the main cause. If you smoke any substance, prepare for to be side-eyed and judged.

Lastly, she is @lgcxnoeul's weirdo cousin.

CONNECTIONS ??

anyone who comes to the arcade/pc bang. she's almost always there. bonus points if you're a bit of a menace or you want to challenge her to a game. the possibilities with this one are pretty endless!

flirtationships a plenty. applicable to any gender; she certainly does not discriminate. she is the type to unabashedly flirt, compliment people, or make flirtatious jokes. ( however when the heat comes, she usually resorts to aloof behavior and runs away. )

obviously people will be put off by her antics so frenemies and antis alike are welcome! antagonistic or toxic relationships are welcome in general.

gossip friend. what is said between us stays between us ... of other people's rumors, of course. but it's best to be careful who to trust with secrets.

fake friends. speaks for itself. mutually beneficial, forced laughter, eye rolls when the other looks away. she's been entrenched in this fake friend group just for the laughs

an ex. she's only dated one person in a serious way before and it didn't turn out too well... or it ended amicably. who knows? was a rather innocent relationship but it broke her heart. happened shortly after she joined lgc in 2020 or overlapped. discussion is required!!!

that being said, she most likely had a couple flings here and there that lasted a short time. she's prone to running away or getting "bored".

jokingly, she always says she wants a "glucose guardian" and you are the perfect candidate. she constantly convinces you to buy things for her ( mostly bubble tea ) or you might even do so willingly. either way, it makes her happy.

she has a "dark past" ( not so distant... maybe 5 days ago is considered the past ) in which she tried to fleece people out of money just to get by. don't look at her if she might have pretended to fall in front of you for sympathy, too.

this is vague but... people she can assist with dancing in any way or their overall confidence.

people who know her real personality and are tired of her putting on this strange over confident persona.

went to high school together ( Hanlim gang )

for the lgcu event, she is in younggong. i'm still figuring out what she will be doing but i will need one person from there to do a thread with.

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