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▻ envelop me in l i g h t, leave me in awe, make me strong once moreseo youngho GENESIS . xxii .
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feat. candidate @genesisblck !!
the rain grows increasingly heavier as buttercup drives through the streets of gangnam, making it harder for her to see through her helmet but she still continues nonetheless. it’s starting to soak through her clothes and she curses herself in her head for deciding to leave her apartment in such shitty weather. she didn’t even have a reason for leaving the condominium, aside from boredom, that is. now, she’d have even more laundry to do. a true tragedy.
but at least her hair isn’t wet.
it appears that she isn’t the only one getting absolutely soaked by the rain given that a number of pedestrians had also come unprepared. the traffic is even worse in this area, so as when she slows down, she spots a fellow faction member waiting at the crossing just as drenched — if not more — as she is. to be frank, he looked like that one picture of a distressed wet cat.
so being the wonderful faction-mate that she is, she slowly drives forward until she’s right next to him and flips up her helmet’s face shield, revealing a friendly but slightly wicked grin on her face. “you look a little worse for wear,” she says teasingly, before nodding her head towards the soaked backseat. “hop right on, longlegs.”
there’s a vague comfort that genesis feels as he trudges through rain and sleet -- he’ll definitely feel somewhat ill later, which is honestly a huge pain in the ass considering what kind of situation he’s in right now, but there’s ease in his heart, walking in solitude with only the pitter-patter of raindrops falling onto concrete to accompany him.
his black tresses stick to the skin of his forehead -- not the most comfortable feeling, but when has comfort ever been a part of his daily routine, much less his own vocabulary? the answer is hardly.
pedestrians surround him suddenly, and the sound of cars revving and splashing puddles on passerbys flood his senses. he’s not thrilled to suddenly be so crowded amongst nameless faces, but he feels a weird sort of solitude, like he’s the only person that really matters at that moment. walking with no destination, though, has almost served its purpose, and frankly -- when someone he recognizes as a part of his faction rolls up next to him, he’s more or less content that she’s here to save him.
if you can even call it that. he just nods and climbs onto the backseat, clearing his throat before he speaks. “thanks.” is all he musters up.
— HIGHWAY TO HELL.
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@GENES1S … 3m ago
✖︎ calculation / concentration ✖︎
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#* ELEV8 .#( can u believe that gene is basically a hipster under disguise as a cold ass bitch#( neither can i
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this is uncalled for ;;
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✗ READY PLAYER ONE
i n i t i a t i o n ; code GENESIS //
crimson -- his vision blurs, his stomach churns, his heart races as the blood is drawn within the first five seconds.
maybe the tremble that he feels in his hand is his own adrenal response to the murder he just committed, maybe it was the recoil of the weapon that he’s still has a death grip around. he can’t pinpoint a culprit -- other than himself, of course. his eyes widen, then slant once again, replacing his once surprised expression with one of indifference -- if he’s done this to survive, if he has to do this to survive... then so be it. he doesn’t know what kind of fucked up, twisted game this is, but if he’s here now, he’ll thrive. and no one’s going to stand in his way.
he doesn’t know what he’s feeling at this moment -- guilt runs through his veins, then, as if he’s injected with a sharp needle connected to an iv, he feels... apathy. he thinks to himself that this person, whoever they were, did not matter to him in the slightest. he didn’t know them, he didn’t know their story -- nor does he care to know.
it’s strange, wanting to invoke violence and revenge without knowing the reason why he’s so vengeful, to a complete stranger no less. perhaps he has a personal vendetta against something, against someone that he just has to release it, even if blood is spilt all over his hands.
seo youngho... the name rings a bell, albeit faint. it sounds distant, not familiar yet familiar at the same time. deafening and silent all at once. he tries to think back -- but nothingness comes back. he doesn’t remember how his life starts out -- he doesn’t remember the pain he’s felt all throughout his beginnings.
he doesn’t remember not ever having to fend for himself right from the jump. he doesn’t remember how his parents were completely absent from the entirety of his life -- not because he had pushed them away.
but because they were dead -- murdered in cold, cold blood, their shrieks and screams muffled by the sounds of explosions and fire.
he doesn’t remember being cycled throughout the adoption system, being a product of the foster child system. he doesn’t remember the bruises on his chest and face, the black eyes that he would get from the various families that never paid him any attention -- that never wanted him anyway. he feels every bit of pain, though -- he feels his heart turn to stone, the bruises turn into tender, sensitive skin.
he feels the vacancy where love is supposed to be -- love, it’s something of a phenomenon to him, something that he’s never felt, that he still never feels.
when his eyes lay on the pale face before him, bullet straight through the forehead, he sees nothing -- he sees another face in the crowd that doesn’t mean shit to him. he doesn’t connect it back to his parents’ deaths, how he used to imagine how their faces turned up in anguish as they slowly burned.
for some reason, he feels this is a new beginning for him -- a chance for him to prove himself. a chance for him to get recognized. a chance to be powerful, to thrive, to live.
he brings himself to send another bullet to pulse through the already dead body, and a smirk is plastered across his face -- a new beginning.
his GENESIS.
#* SOLO .#blcktmpl ; initiation#tw: blood and slight gore#tw: death#tw: abuse#* HISTORY .#* HEADCANON .#( i love Pain
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i’m super bad at intro posts lol but HELLO THERE, my name is adrianne ( some of u may know me as adri ) and ahhhh idk what to say about myself other than that i’m super excited to be here, the concept of this rp is unlike anything i’ve ever been a part of so!!! this is a win-win for everybody!!! i’m on twitter @tenizens, or u can always im me here and i’ll try to respond quickly ( i’m trash at replying to ims tho so pls dm me on twitter HAHHAHAAHsfldsls ) this here is my boy genesis ( he can go by gene too, pronounced like jen lmao ) and he’s kind of an asshole but i swear........... he’s a fun time idk hAH under the cut are some basics about him so hehe let’s do this thanggggg
seo youngho aka genesis aka gene lmao
he’s 21 and has been in this godforsaken game for around two - three years
faction is amaranth
his weapon is very similar to the scissor blade from kill la kill if you’re familiar with it!!!
yea he’s an asshole
smart and will use his words to work around situations the way he wants to including if he just wants to sleep with u lmaosfjsnd dammit lust
needless to say he’s super manipulative and will use you if you aren’t careful
also he’s apathetic as fuck and really just doesn’t give a single fuck about anything
IF you can manage to be on his good side he is FIERCELY loyal though
it’s very hard for people to get on that level for him though sorry alsfjalsf he’s difficult
his life outside the blcktmpl game wasnt the best ( aka he was an orphan + struggled with many other things ) so he’s thriving in this game
he still doesnt really like it tho lol
asjifiaojfs i guess that’s it
it sucks but pls plot with him he’s a good time i pROMISE
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