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and baby, i'm drowningi'm down so far deepwould you save me?
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blckbishop:
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and freezes, a deer in the headlights. his heart thumps loudly in his ears. bishop knows that face better than he would care to. a flood of emotions rush through him, but fear emerges as the dominant one. fear and vague sense of nostalgia he doesn’t know what to do with. dread too, of what shit he’s going to have to deal with this time. there’s a reason he avoids blue—but he can’t turn tail this time. for one, he hasn’t even paid for his damn things. bishop lowers his head again and fumbles with his wallet, hoping blue doesn’t recognize him. a fool’s wish, but give him a break. “so, uh. how much was all that again? sorry, kind of in a rush here, so…”
a sense of normalcy in a reality as distorted as his is a delicacy. giving into the deadly sin of sloth was never really his thing, so instead he finds pleasure in working; if only to delude himself into forgetting the large, ever present void in his now twisted life. stacking shelves and cashing out unassuming citizens keeps him busy. keeps him distracted from the mess he leaves back at the complex. plus, employee benefits included free ramen, so he really had no reason to pass up the opportunity.
it was quite an uneventful afternoon, just as blue likes it. no fatal dangers. no sick games. his fingers are drumming along to the beat of the song playing softly through the convenience store's speakers. the surprisingly nice playlist was only but another perk. his other hand holds his head, elbow propped on the surface for support. eyes focused blankly on the dim glow of the refrigerators lined against the far wall, not even the ring of the front door’s bell spurs his concentration. blue mumbles a half hearted welcome, too entranced in the white noise of his clear mind to bring himself to his usual cheery demeanor.
his gaze follows the back of the newcomer’s head, though not out of suspicion. in fact, the oblivious boy finds nothing out of the ordinary until an all too familiar voice breaks the monotonous beeping of the register. blue can only imagine the look on his face when his eyes finally meet that of the boy’s —ironically it was as if he’s seen a ghost; as far as blue’s concerned, the bishop before him was as good as dead. after all, he was the one who saw to it .. supposedly. a few blinks and a still fully tangible human being later, blue realizes that this isn’t just some kind of cruel mirage.
boy, is karma really a bitch.
“um, yeah. well, originally it was going to be 23,400 won but for you … 18,720 won. employee’s discount.” he says with a small laugh, albeit awkward because his mind still can’t fathom the fact that bishop was still living and breathing, wounded evidently, but very much alive.
“so, no hard feelings?” cutting to the chase, blue finds, is the most effective method for ending misunderstandings such as these —and that’s exactly what blue wants this to be, a misunderstanding. in his defense, the boy was never actively seeking to send his comrade to his death; it just happened. so he rips off the band aid, grasping onto the small sliver of hope that his former partner in crime wasn’t now his ex confidant as well.
♝ — sharkbait
#( bishop : sharkbait )#blckbishop#this got super long wowza#don't match the length i'll die#also this reply took forever i'm sorry!!
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` DUMB&DUMBER
://searching_subject — @blckchariot
often inspiration strikes at the most unexpected of times —in this case, a random tuesday evening. instincts, blue finds, are much harder to ignore than down right, good natured intellect. so he finds himself waiting in the hall with an all too eager canine in one hand, and a bag of assorted treats and toys in his other. it’s not until his hand is already curled into a fist, knocking at chariot’s door does blue realize this is not exactly one of his most well thought out ideas.
antagonism to blue was a rarity, being that he found much more comfort embracing his own amicability than seeking cold blood. he’s compelled, as any concerned parent would be, to pass this mindset along. turning suddenly to meet his pup in the eye, blue practices his stern voice, “you better behave around uncle chariot’s cats, okay? i don’t want you to make any enemies, berry. plus, cat scratches are super nasty.”
all he can hope is that the phrase, “like father, like son,” also applies to three month old corgis and their twenty year old dads. he breathes deeply before knocking once more, slightly a little louder this time. call it intuition —blue has a feeling he may have bit off more than he could chew.
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` TRUE COLORS
://searching_subject — @blckxiii
he lays there. arms and legs sprawled out as he tries to catch his breath. eyes fixed on the bright lights up on the training facility ceiling —with his pride on the line anything was better than looking back at her. the breathy laugh comes quite awkwardly as a result of embarrassment. after all, she did manage to disarm him about twelve times ( although, blue stopped counting after five. )
“i just feel like going easy on you today, huh?” it’s an obvious bluff, but he figures it would hurt his ego less than if he were to admit the truth. having prolonged the next confrontation enough, blue picks himself and his cylinder back up with the same, cheery smile he’s been wearing for too long now. as soon as the cylinder morphs into his two beloved tsais again, blue gives them a flourishing twirl. perhaps it’s to compensate for his wounded pride, or perhaps to show off. regardless, he’s certain that she was a whole hell of a lot different than newer candidates he’s met before.
“let’s try your beginner’s luck at one more round. if you manage to disarm me again, i’ll call it quits for real—” it’s in human nature that he can’t help but be a bit curious; maybe even a bit selfish. he wants to know more. yes, curiosity did kill the cat. however, there are just some risks one must be willing to take. “—and maybe even throw in some shots down by the new bar in hongdae, on me.”
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://social_elev8.profile — l o a d i n g !
introducing @berryblue !
it started as a hobby. nothing more than a mere past time to fill the void that comes with a life like this, but somewhere along the line he started garnering worldwide attention from candidates and sponsors alike.
now, it was more about gaining the favor of those generous enough to sponsor him. as they say, all’s fair in love war— boy, does he know how to keep them happy. with constant selfies, puppies, ( he has a corgi named berry, hence the username ! ) and the occasional aesthetic, the question becomes: what’s there not to love?
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` SAVE ME
://loading_enlightenment.pt2 — action : sub mission !
>> ://searching_ally — @blckbabydoll
he’s trying to catch his breath when he sees one out of the corner of his eye. with a silhouette so vague, he could have easily brushed it off as just another mirage courtesy of whatever choice drug the collective decided to play with this time. nonetheless, blue simply knows better than to take any risks. just as his pace quickens and the baseball cap stolen from some poor, unassuming pedestrian is adjusted to cover his face, he feels a tug on his arm.
fuck, fuck, fuck.
fortunately, his heart rate is able to lower as quickly as it rose upon feeling the small slip of paper he’s grown to hate slip into his hand.
if he is being honest, the idea of yet another side quest made his fingers curl. tired and nursing a raging headache, blue for once is uncharacteristically not up to the challenge. reasoning that it’s not concerningly deleterious to his leaderboard stats, he tosses the instructions into the nearest trashcan and continues en route to the safe zone. yes, even fatigue can get to the best of people— that is until he spots her conspicuous, all too familiar head of blonde hair.
sometimes the body acts before the mind can reason. of course, that holds especially true in games like these. so when blue finds himself barely shy of an arm’s length from her, it’s not completely unfathomable. all smiles and little strategy, he gestures at the same slip of paper in her hands just as the lights go out. in circumstances as dire as these, there’s little to no room for shame— he just goes for it.
“hey, you in?”
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` LIFELINE
://searching_subject — @blckminerva
with games like these, it’s easy to fall into a routine. while rhythmic regimens are probably created in his best reliable interest, whether or not that brought enough entertainment to his lacklustre days was quite debatable.
walking back to his apartment from an exceptionally training session, blue is yet again running through his ever so monochromatic routine. however, tonight is different. he could just feel it— and so he rides this unconventional high, exploiting upon it until the growth of the sensation is strictly exponential.
it’s half out of habit ( the other half can be attributed to his sky-high mood ) that he reaches into his pocket, fingers searching for the familiar touch of his phone. what they find instead is the sharp corner of a convenience store receipt, crumpled and hastily shoved in earlier that morning. the sting is no more painful than it is annoying. it is, consequently, a timely excuse— one that god knows blue would enjoy abusing the heck out of.
://sending_message 💬 dr. min 🚑 😷 💉
💦 911 houston we have a problem
💦 huge cut & major bleeding sososos
💦 abdominal pains too
💦 ^ hint: the cure for that is food
💦 ^ hint hint: preferably pizza
all there’s left to do is play the waiting game, and that is precisely what he plans on doing.
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` THE PILGRIMAGE
file loading— ://declassified_initiation
and the first thought that crosses his mind is: i have to go back.
he’s running.
sweaty fabric clinging to his chest is certainly not the most appealing sensation the world has to offer, but he just has to deal with it — just as he does all of life’s other unpleasantries. question after question, trial after trial. he completes them all with great haste. it’s nothing short of instinctual; the way his mind shuts down and his adrenaline does the remainder.
he’s dazed and perhaps a bit unhinged, but he knows one thing for sure. this is all just an elaborate obstacle; some kind of cruel road block separating him from the fuzzy faces and vague memories that are his incentives — his lifelines.
whatever it takes to finish this childish game and go back, he’ll gladly do.
teamwork is inevitable.
one would think that a familiar face would be a much needed breath of fresh air. with his stroke of luck however ( or lack thereof ), the sour taste that floods his palette should come at no surprise. the flood of memories thrash inside his head, and with them swims the pain and betrayal.
“are you going to sell me out again?”
he’s bitter, but that is expected after seeing his very own judas once again. even the irony of the whole ordeal cannot attempt to humor him at this point — not when what was at risk was suddenly crystal clear.
he had to get back.
the tears do not come, and for him that was unexpected. the gun feels unbearably heavy as it slips from his shaking hands and onto the concrete ground. the ringing of his ears act simply as white noise, complimenting the sinking of his knees. the guilt crashes down harder and harder the longer he stares at the cold body before him.
“you have to go back.”
the light at the end of the tunnel finally reveals itself, clearing his mind and vision. taking his mother’s echoing last words to heart, he slowly rises to his feet again. he is renewed with only the thought of his remaining father and sister imprinted into his mind. he has to go back for her, for them, and for himself.
“for you, a thousand times over.”
#blcktmpl ; initiation#` * —headcanon#and w that!! i am off to bed bc it's nearly 1 am here#i have to get up in 4 hours rip#will reply to ims and twt tomorow!!
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okay, hello! i’ve literally been working on this intro post for hOURS wowza i’m yumi and this here is blue, your resident periwinkle boy !! this is the first rp i’ve joined in a long time so i’m real happy to be here. hmu on twt ( @sichengly ) or ims to plot, or smash that like button and i’ll come to you. this page has the 411 on my bby blue but for your convenience i have a good summary about him under the cut !
past !
born in seoul as jung yoonoh
lived in nyc from ages 2-11
while in america his family was very well off financially w his dad being a wall street stock broker
his dad lost his job in the states and was diagnosed w kidney cancer so when they moved back to korea his family was pretty middle class
his father recovered soon after moving back so things started looking up
he loved his family to death esp his little sister
your textbook definition extrovert
super friendly and easygoing
a Pure™ and glass half full kind of boy
was a star swimmer and received a swim scholarship seoul national uni a month before becoming a candidate
a jealous teammate sold him to the collective
literally was kidnapped on his way out of the hospital after learning his father had relapsed and now needed a transplant
present !
blue’s been in blcktmpl for a good two yrs & counting now
highkey chose the name blue bc he’s a swim hoe and loves the color but also bc blue ivy is iconic so why the heck not
he killed his mother during initiation bc the collective just loves to fuck around
found out abt the teammate thing because surprise!! his ex teammate was on his team during a part of the initiation process
can you spell Trust Issues
chose justice, and therefore is under the periwinkle faction, because he truly feels extremely Betrayed and wants justice for himself and his family
personality wise he’s kind of the same as before – extraverted, sociable, charismatic, determined, etc. but w a twist
he’s basically a snake
befriends only those who can be of use to him in some way
which is usually everyone bc he can find a way to use most ppl
pretty manipulative and uses his smiley exterior to lure you in
just trying to survive tbh
his sole motivators are his sister and dad so he’ll do anything to stay alive and somehow get back to them
therefore views everything blcktmpl has to offer as an obstacle in his way
will kill, use, and backstab ppl w little to no remorse
but remember the boy is a snake so no one sees it coming
the type to smile and act like bffs even as he’s slowly pulling his sai ( small trident looking thing ) out of someone’s back
really just wants to win this thing and overthrow the collective so he can go back to his old life
just really needs to be reassured that his family and everything is going to be okay pls save him
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