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NEW YEAR MEMES
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winter fun, or not
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The sun is long gone, giving way for the cold winter air to thrive as night falls further and further—the temperature certainly dropping quickly with it. Seulgi has forgotten her gloves, typical of her to forget something that would soon prove to be vital…but in all honesty, the only thing on her mind was getting inside the apartment building so Sera and herself could finally unwind from a busy day that she’s certain has been some wear on both of them. And unusual for her, her hopes are high as they reach the main doors to the complex, not even considering that anything could be wrong (because why would anything be wrong?)…until she presses at the buttons of the key pad to unlock the main doors. Minus the fact that the doors don’t unlock and the so-called high tech, modern system doesn’t seem to give any response at all.
“Hey, uh, Sera, would you mind trying the code? I think my hands are too cold to properly punch in numbers and I’m kind of having trouble.” That was an excuse, she could feel the buttons just fine, having carefully pressed in the code, but she wanted to leave room for error. Surely, the apartment wouldn’t just…leave the automatic system out of order without telling them, right? Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time a problem wasn’t communicated very quickly to tenants.
“Just in case, I have my key if we need to go the old fashion way, just give me a second on that.” Admittedly, she’s definitely off-put already, but she reminds herself not to panic too quickly, searching her bag for her keys as she steps over to let Sera give the code a try.
It was dark, windy, and overall freezing, and with the typical exhaustion that comes with the end of the day, all Sera wanted was to get inside where it was warm, and to finally relax. To add to that, she was very hungry. 
“Ah, yes. Hold on.” Now the girls had kind of splurged in their mini shopping spree that night; each had her hands full. Sera slid her hand through the handles of the plastic bags she was holding, and adjusted the boxes of confectionary in her other hand; balancing them so they didn’t drop. 
She pressed the code once, twice, but nothing. A look of concern washed over her face. “Hmm... I think the cold might’ve gotten to it.” Her cheeks were burning from the cold, and her nose was completely numb by then. “Got that key?” At least Seulgi was able to reach in her bag. Sera felt like she was balanced just enough and any extra movements might cause everything she was carrying to topple over; especially the boxes.
The wind howled, and Sera shivered. There was a flurry of snow blowing everywhere, and she wasn’t certain if it came from below or above anymore. Sera fiddled with the keypad once again, but nothing. It wasn’t even lighting up. She sighed softly, “yea, it’s out. Let’s go for manual.”
In the back of her mind, she was a little uneasy. Hopefully the key doesn’t snap, she thought but kept her worry to herself. 
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mixjaebum:
She seemed very defensive about her job, and he understood where she was coming from. He faced much of the same type of judgement when other wealthy people found out what he did. She probably had it worse though; dealing with human remains turned away most people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. He decided not to comment on it, figuring that silence would be a little better. 
He returned her smile, his a little wider than his usual polite one. “I work in a medium sized studio as a sound engineer, working my way up the ladder towards being a producer. I do a lot of dealing with artists, adjusting recordings and touching up the final version of the track before it gets released.” It seemed like such mundane stuff when it came out of his mouth in this particular setting. “Nothing too over the top, I usually spend most of my time in the studio, touching up tracks or making demos.” 
“My father’s been trying to prune me into being his successor at the hotel, but I’d really rather not.” Jaebum shrugged, “He settles for making me attend these events to make sure that I at least have the connections in the case I change my mind later in life.” He did a quick routine scan of their surroundings, just to keep stock of who’s still around. “I’m my parents’ only son, so my mother’s been arranging more and more of these blind dates, claiming that she wants a grandchild. Really though, it’s all for appearance and the sake of the longevity of the family name.” 
He kept his tone very even, and very nonchalant. Despite his frustrations, Jaebum was well aware that most children at this event had to go through the same things. It wasn’t anything special; he just wasn’t interested in the posh life of the extremely rich. 
It was oddly refreshing; finding someone who expressed their frustrations not so subtly about this whole high-style living. She was certain that herself and Jaebum were not that rare of specimens, but... most others with similar circumstances and feelings often chose to play along nonetheless, whatever their reasons were.
She kept an eye on their surroundings but still gave Jaebum her full attention. They were already noticed by some of the guests whose eyes lingered on them a little longer than a passing glance would. It would be interesting to see how all of this was going to progress.
“Do you enjoy your job as a sound engineer? It seems quite fun.” It wasn’t like she consciously intended to, but she was already calculating the yearly income of a person of that position. Quickly, her mind was recalling any and all data she knew of the role, and it was as if she was involuntarily profiling the job. From what she knew of him, he was single, and with no dependants; which meant that he should be living comfortably working as a sound engineer, given that he worked with more famous artists. That meant that if his family were to cut him off, he would likely be fine, that depends on his own style of living though, but adjustments could be made. 
Was that analysis of any importance whatsoever? Absolutely not. But that was how her brain functioned, and she truly could not help it. At least she did not verbalize her thoughts.
She nodded slightly, to show that she was listening, (and she was, despite her thought process), and finally let out a soft, knowing chuckle. She gets that kind of pressure too from her mother, although subtly, especially after Sera’s sharp reaction the last time it was brought up more openly. “It’s human nature, some would say. Be it for appearance, or the longevity of the family name.”
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Rest in peace, my darling. You did well. You did very well.
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CHRISTMAS MEMES
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[text]: I ate all of the cookies we baked, I think I’m going to be sick.
[txt] All of them? All 24 of them?[txt] How did you even manage? Each is the size of a whole palm!
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mixjoongki:
Joongki wondered how bad it must have been for her to call it sad. Sera dealt with all kinds of horrors in her lab—what made this case in particular one she would sigh over or call it strange? Still, he knew better not to push. Whether she didn’t want to talk about it in this setting, didn’t want to talk about it at all, or couldn’t because of the circumstances, it didn’t matter. She had decided to change the subject, and that’s all that mattered.
“At the very least, we will have to suffer through one long-winded speech from our gracious hosts. At best, whoever is doing the talking will be entertainingly tipsy. At worst, we’ll be in for a marathon of self-congratulatory posturing.” Joongki gave his champagne flute a thoughtful look. “Perhaps I should consider being the entertainingly tipsy one.”
Maybe it would push his stepfather into making a decision about him or force him to give some kind of hint about his thoughts.
It was a childish, immature thought, and Joongki wished he was a better player at this sort of life. He wished he had Jihyo to ask for advice or to just talk to—but he wouldn’t have these problems if she were here.
He wished she were. With all his heart.
Sera breathed a defeated chuckle, “Let’s hope for the best, then.” She pursed her lips slightly, thankful for not having to dampen both of their moods with the details of her latest case. “I’m sure you’re aware of all eyes being on you. You’re being scrutinized, and will continue to be no matter what you do. So if you’ll find being an entertainingly tipsy speaker enjoyable... then, I say go for it.” 
Sera wasn’t keeping up very well with the gossip of this crowd, but even from what she could gather that night alone, there was a lot of tension surrounding the Song family. She could only imagine how rough it must be for Joongki.
She paused a moment herself at Joongki’s prolonged moment of silence. Clearly, something was on his mind, but what was she to say? How was she to act? She was never very good at social interactions. She’s good at analyzing evidence, breaking a mystery down to its simpler pieces, forming connections between the most obscure of things... but not at proper social interactions, much to her continuous disappointment in herself.
“No matter what it is, I’ll be rooting for you, alright?” She was no longer sure if she was speaking about him being a tipsy entertainer, or just in general, though her statement applied to both.
party blues:
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seraxmi · 6 years
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CHRISTMAS MEMES
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seraxmi · 6 years
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[Hello everyone!
So here’s a little update:
I know I’ve said that I was finally coming off hiatus after the first week of November... but my practicum started, and dear GOD... we were promised a life, but nope... NO LIFE... I get 3-5 hrs of sleep a night... I’m at the school about 10hrs a day... and I come home and I have to create my lesson plans for the next day... it’s INSANE... orz
I’m really sorry for my severe lack of activity... I truly miss being here... God I /need/ to rp for my sanity... but like.... this last week especially... my only break in the entire day was during my bus ride to the school and on my way home... orz
I miss you all, and hopefully I’ll be properly back for a while in 2 weeks.
Take care and happy rping! ♥♥]
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SENTENCE STARTER MEMES
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seraxmi · 7 years
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seraxmi · 7 years
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horror flick, mummy, broomstick
Horror Flick: Do you like scary movies? If so, which one is your favourite?
I wouldn’t say I’m against horror movies. But I don’t have any particular favourite either. I don’t watch them often.
ooc note: She’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “besides, I see enough horror on the job for me to seek it out for the sake of enjoyment.”
Mummy: What is your biggest fear?
Hmm… probably getting told that someone I care for has been badly hurt… wouldn’t make it… or killed.
ooc note: Although these are certainly some of the biggest fears she is conscious of, I would argue that her truest fear would relate to her kidnapper from her childhood. She often has nightmares of him escaping from prison and coming after her to finish what he had started. She wouldn’t admit to it, but she never properly healed from that trauma years ago.
Broomstick: What exciting places have you traveled to?
I used to travel a lot when I was younger and still living with my mother. I suppose visiting new places was the one good thing about having to move around constantly with her. Now, let’s see… I do enjoy visiting ancient ruins, but would that classify as exciting? Hmm.. watching the aurora borealis way up in northern Canada was quite exciting… but… if I am to be truly honest, I think one of my most exciting ‘travel’ memories was that special invitation into the Smithsonian’s archives. 
ooc note: Yes, she’s always been a nerd.
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mixjaebum:
He returned her polite smile with one of his. Now that he had consent, he was free to experiment and see how this would play out. He held out his arm, “Well first, I think it would be convincing to look the part. Shall we?” Jaebum’s smile never wavered from being a polite one, though he did allow a little more genuineness to slip through. After all, there had to be something to differentiate this interaction from the ones he had with sleazy executives. 
“From here, I suppose we could just walk around. See whether this acts as enough of a shield to deter conversation, though we’ll have to act engrossed in each other.” He chuckled quietly, walking along the side of the hall. “So tell me about yourself, so we have our stories straight. What is my date of the evening like?” 
Though his gaze was focused on her, Jaebum could feel the pressure of other people’s eyes on them. This was definitely something new, for those who bothered to pay attention to his actions. He usually never showed up to these parties, and if he did, he was usually pushed into conversations in large groups, rather than off on his own. 
Her initial and rather obvious irritability had simmered down significantly. “Yes, I suppose that’d be best.” She smiled courteously as she looped her arm around his. She could go into a rather elaborate rant about how archaic these ridiculous customs of high society were, but it was best not to indulge at that moment.
Sera sauntered leisurely by Jaebum’s side, “I can hardly see that being a problem. I’m sure we’ll find something to talk about to... enhance this act.” She breathed a soft chuckle, nodding her head in greeting to a few of the other guests as they passed by them. Must maintain her mother’s pristine image and seem pleased about it, after all. That was essential for the success of the plot she was cooking with Jaebum.
“I would've normally said that, to your lack of luck, your date works as a CSI, with the Seoul Police Department. That yes, I do get involved with murdered victims, mutilated bodies, just body parts even, or worse... just gooey disgusting remains of severe decomposed human parts... and that yes, I am aware that my job is not fit for a lady of my supposed position, and no, I don’t see myself giving it up, nor was I placed in any negative circumstance in my life for me to seek that job out.” She paused, a soft chuckle escaping her lips after she had not so subtly hinted at her frustrations, “but I suppose that’s not much to your lack of luck in any way now, is it? It doesn’t quite matter.” 
“So now that you’re aware of the nature of my scandalous profession,” her words were laced with obvious sarcasm, “we can move on to why I am placed here to begin with. To my lack of luck, I’m one of the last remaining bachelorettes in our family. My mother cares a great deal for appearances, and she somehow thinks that finding a supposed significant other for me would ‘balance’ my life.”
She’d assumed he was aware of her maternal family’s involvement and influence in politics. That was the main reason she was there, although, it was arguable that coming from a family line of military and police personnels on her paternal side, too, played a role. She truly hated having to talk about her supposed ‘good breeding’. What an atrocious (due to its unfair privilege), and unbelievably archaic matter to give such high importance to.
“But enough about me. After all, this has to be mutual for it to work, right?” She smiled a little playfully; feeling a little more at ease. “What can I learn about my date, tonight?”
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hyungsikmi:
“why not? it would be a great present,” not really, if he was being honest, but he wasn’t about to tell her this. not if it was actually going to get him his results, which he was rather doubting would happen at this rate, but he was forever hopeful. maybe she would change her mind the longer he hung around and continued to annoy her. though he did have others things to do, this was way more amusing for him right now and he might even manage to get his case going again if she sped up his results. so really, it was in her best interest to do this for him. 
he just pouted a little as she told him to go him. “i’m still on duty, i can’t leave the station,” not unless he didn’t want to get paid, which he rather did. and because some emergency could crop up at any moment and his unit could be called into action, which did meant he would need to be there. which meant not going home. “i’m more likely to get what i want of you,” he added with a slight grin, still spinning his seat from side to side with his heels.
when she did finally stand up, he didn’t believe for a moment that she was actually going to give in so easy. and it seemed as though he was right to think that as she reappeared with a water gun. “they let you keep a water gun in your office?” he questioned only seconds before she started spraying him. hyungsik quickly jumped to his feet, hiding behind the chair, trying to use it as some kind of shield against the water as he backed off a little, bringing the chair along with him. good thing it had wheels, that made it so much easier. “this is a free lab, and it’s not just yours, i can be here if i want to.” 
She couldn’t help the grin that immediately crept up her lips at his question, “why, they let me keep a lot of things.” Oh he’d be surprised if he knew of all the things she kept in her office. She was sufficiently amused by his reaction; but now, it was time to play this game she initiated. She might not have been a S.W.A.T. officer like him, but she sure wasn’t an amateur with weapons.
“I don’t mind soaking the chair, Hyungsik.” She went down on one knee to spray at him through the space of the arm rest. “I’ve got many chairs around here,” she followed him with his chair-shield. “My station, my lab. I can create a political ruckus if I want, and you know it.” She didn’t say so threateningly, but more so as a joke, and she was certain he would see it as such. Although she did have the power to create a ruckus between superiors, she wasn’t going to do that. Not with him being her cousin, and them having a... well... sibling fight, more or less, at that moment.
“Besides, you know you would’ve had much better luck going directly to ballistics, right? I hear their newest has taken quite a shine to you.” She wasn’t going to be the person to break her code for him, (not when it wasn’t urgent in the least), but... she wasn’t necessarily against him being resourceful either. And so she dropped that hint. He would have to do some work to find out who the newest edition who took a liking to him was, but that shouldn’t be a lot of work. (And perhaps it would be something to keep him busy... at work... away from his papers...)
“Now, out. I ain’t playing no middleman between you and your results, nor your admirers and you. So quit causing me a ruckus every time you come down here.” She said so playfully, and just as she found another way to spray him once more.
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seraxmi · 7 years
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himchanmi:
( txt ) Just checking! That and I wouldn’t want to interrupt you if you were busy or anything
( txt ) But this does work perfectly then, we can catch up and hopefully save one another from losing it  ❤ ( txt ) I’ll be up soon!!
He wanted to give himself a few moments more, but in all honesty…he was already feeling a little picked up just by the response she had given him—he knew that if he ever needed somewhere to go, someone to go to, he could count on Sera. He also knew he could have just went up and knocked right on her door, but..he didn’t want her to think something was bothering him, even though something was, and even though he knew she knew better. He’d still put on a face, especially if she was away from work for the day or anything like that.
All he wanted was to have a distraction, and to be with someone that gave such a better definition for the word family. 
Within the new couple of minutes, he’s hopping out of his car with a little more ease than he had when he got in it in the first place, locking it with a small click before he walks away from him, making his way up to the apartment building…
Once in front of her door, Himchan doesn’t even bother knocking, rather just allowing himself in and putting a smile on his lips as he entered her home, closing the door behind him. “Sera? I’m home!~”
[ txt ] I’ll always have time for you though [ txt ] But yes, let’s try to keep our sanity
Wait... but why was Himchan ‘loosing it’? She paused a moment to stare at her phone, then she shook her head and went off to dry her hands. She needed to control her overthinking habits. (But then again, she’d been telling herself that for 24 years).
 She took a look around and let out a defeated sigh. When did she start cleaning the carpet? And when did the couches move so far? There was hardly any room to sit, and she reeked of the scent of cleaning detergents.
But there was no time to fix up anything, and not even moments later, Himchan was walking through the door. “Welcome hooome!” She called out as she tried to free a couch from its capture to give them enough room to sit. Just then was she noticing the ache in her body... how did she move both couches to begin with?
“Do you think this is enough?” She started off, yes it was. They can both fit nicely on one couch. “I think I got a little carried away. Oh! Watch out, don’t get your socks wet from the carpet.” This was supposed to be her resting time. But there is no rest for the ‘good’.
“Anyway, nevermind that.” She shook her head and breathed a little laugh as she draped both arms around Himchan. “Hey, Channie. You’re not allergic to any specific detergent, right? I should maybe change. Food?”
last of the real ones; (sera & himchan)
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Jaebum shrugged, “Just for tonight, if you’re up for trying.” It was a small experiment, to see if it would work. If it did, he’d try it more often. Perhaps not with her, if she was uncomfortable with that. But definitely someone who presented the same sort of feel. 
He exhaled silently, glancing around. There were a lot of eyes and ears around. “I’m not quite the party person either. But I’m stuck here in place of my father, and so far, you’re much better company than these sharks.” 
He supposed she might not have the same obligation to stay for the party, but he wanted to test out his theory, and she was the easiest way to start. ANd if it happened to work, then he had found a way to get around not only the sleazy businessmen looking for his father’s money, but also his mother with the blind dates. It was a temporary solution if anything, but he’d take temporary solutions over nothing. 
She pursed her lips lightly; still somewhat reluctant of the idea. She would be making an agreement about future circumstances with a complete stranger... but... he did give her choice, and this was only experimental. If she needed any further convincing, it was all done the moment her eyes caught sight of none other than In Daesuk and his entourage, (gang, if you ask her).
She slowly set her eyes back on Jaebum and kept up the polite smile, perhaps a little more warmly, “I like your language, Jaebum.” They were indeed sharks, boy would she know. She never quite understood why families wanted their kids to get together for them to go through with business deals. If the deals were truly worth anything for either or both parties, they would have gone through with them regardless of the engagements of their sons and daughters, right? But no, it all had to be politics, and politics never left a good taste in her mouth. 
“And I could say the same about you.” So far, Jaebum too was the best company she could ask for under the circumstances. “Alright. Let’s take a chance to experiment. There’s nothing to lose now, is there?” She breathed a light chuckle. “So now what? What part of this charade shall we address first?” She had given him a warning, (or so she thought), about her socializing skills. He was in this at his own discretion, and since he had suggested the idea, she’d let him choose their next step. [As long as she can avoid In Daesuk and his pack, she would be fine. She really wasn’t in the mood for another exchange with yet another conglomerate heir.
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HEADCANON MEME
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