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Luckily he wouldn’t need to purchase a new camera anytime soon, for with luck Kyungsoo didn’t lash out and smash the machine to smithereens (not that he particularly believed that the man would call over more attention by engaging in some justifiable destruction of property, but he liked to think his ‘old friend’ was as unpredictable as he was mysterious). Still, when his name was spoken all traces of social poise was destroyed at the mercy of his own wicked, crooked grin. The two of them crossing paths felt like an act of defeating fate, because when their paths in life separated he had accepted the likely possibility that they would never meet again. Yet, here they were, both coated in colored powders in the midst of a vivid, and raucous, celebration.

Kentaro held his camera near his waste, attributing the noise in his head to the excitement, and without the need to think, swiftly become sulky at the harshness of Kyungsoo’s comment. “You make it sound like you never had any faith in me.” He replied, faking a dishearten disposition, but it took not a second for his mouth to curl upwards again in a simple, modest smile. “I’m an official – trademark – photojournalist now. Like a cockroach, I cannot die.” Perhaps the arrogance was more honest than he would like to admit. After all, he avoided exsanguination and brutal traffics accidents and all other fatal incidents, so he had to have some talent for escaping certain death.

After powering down the device he let the camera hang from his neck and used his new found mobility to brush a pile of turquoise powder from his shoulder, careful in his aim in order for it to descend towards Kyungsoo. “What are you doing here? Not that I’m not absolutely thrilled to see your bright, lively, beautiful, palpable, living face. But you never seemed like the type to enjoy a good old chaotic street party so…what’s up with that?” With a mouth of too many words he continued to speak, allowing his curiosity to precede him whilst the rest of his mind continued focusing on shaking the dust out of his hair, only to eventually give up entirely. This stuff was meant to stain into the very souls of those caught in the storm, and he would wake up for months (maybe years) to all the colors of the rainbow staining his white clothes.

✦ caffeinated workaholics

[ ... ]

What more when he heard a vaguely familiar voice calling him by his real name, one fellow agents never dared to use. His eyebrows furrowed as he dug into his memories as he turned around in the direction of the offending voice only to come face to face with the lens of a camera. Face contorted in confusion, Kyungsoo uttered the first words that came to mind, brows knitted together and lips pulled into a mild scowl. “Who are you?”

He reached out, placed his fingers gingerly over the camera to pull it down, a silent request to stop taking photos and an opportune moment to gather more information about the situation. The face he saw behind the camera instantly dredge up memories he’d long forgotten, abandoned in favor of constructing his new intimidating persona. “Sakaguchi Kentaro,” he muttered, a corner of his lips turning upward despite his annoyance at the male having draw unwanted attention. “I’m surprised you aren’t dead yet either.”

#p:caffeinated workaholics #spxmerlin #( it's been so long im sry orz

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spxjc:

[ ... ]

she has two hands for a reason. she’s three in each, shuffles them back to press them against her side with her elbow as she inspects another bottle. now this was new. she hadn’t tried this type before, and she swears, that’s russian on the label. she can’t read it - or anything right now, actually - but its a (mostly) educated guess.

blinking, she turns her head to look at- wait no, look up- this new stranger is tall. and talking, to her, saying something christ.

“i like wine.” she says eventually, nose scrunching up, cringing a little bit at the sound of her own voice. she looks at his empty hands and steps a little closer, trying to pass over some of the bottles, asking (a little bit late, really) “can you help me hold these?”

The response of brilliant simplicity resounded in his head:

‘I like wine.’ ‘I like wine.’ ‘I like wine.’

It was a logical absurdity because of course a young adult with too much stress on their plate would become infatuated with the act of inebriation; however, the straightforward concession took him for a spin into the surreal. “…Right. Sure, no problem.” Without question he took the bottles the stranger burdened him with, as if this entire situation was normal and maybe he should have just gotten his damn banana milk. Or maybe he just made a wonderful decision by deciding to approach the self-proclaimed wine liker. That possibility was enough to keep him away from his isle, for now. 

Mystified, Kentaro looked at one of the bottles, looking over Russian with some confusion – when did they start importing something like this? Deciding to accept it, he carefully grabbed a third bottle with the same hand, grateful that his fingers were long enough to keep them steady, lest he drop one, or two, or more. “I don’t doubt that, but now it just looks like you’re trying to stock a small restaurant.” Becoming skeptical of this person’s current mental state he leaned forward for a moment, eyes narrowed, before rocking on his heels and taking a few steps back. There was a chance they were already drunk, or approaching that messy state of mind, but he already had their wine so he might as well follow through and help the ambitious damsel get the alcohol to the counter.

“What do you prefer? Chardonnay? Merlot?” Bored with his previous approach (since public intoxication really wasn’t all that uncommon here) Kentaro switched to asking mundane questions with genuine curiosity. This person had said themselves that they like wine (enough to blow a bunch of money on it, that’s for sure) so logically he could assume they had a decent opinion. That, and it would be too dull for them to walk to the cashier in silence. “Red? White? Maybe a dessert wine?” He continued, looking back to them, slightly nervous that one of the bottles may just slip and fall anyways.

✦ wine mom

#spxjc #p:wine mom #( in the future kentaro will give her one of those things that say 'wine about it' #( also never had banana milk but #it sounds like something kentaro would like hahah

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Sakaguchi Kentaro  | Hanako November 12, 2015 Issue

#.self #( ahh this is so good this is so pure

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✦ bad amnesia

spxjung

“You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.” ― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

There were a set of eyes fixated – or as they would say, burning holes – into the back of his skull. This person must have consumed the details of his life by now, it’s possible that they had even followed him home and memorized the titles crowding his bookshelf. Perhaps they even studied the brands of tea he hoarded, but for his sanity and safety he hoped that his stalker had yet to go that far despite the fraction of himself that felt flattered by the footsteps echoing his own. Were they in love with him? Did they operate on orders to kill him? The various probabilities were enthralling to ponder, causing adrenaline to dart through his system and bringing his fingers to a jittery state of being incapable of sitting still. On repeat, Kentaro fiddled with the settings of his camera, turning dials and adjusting the lens, vacillating between different shutter priorities.

Whatever the truth was, it was better to be safe than sorry. Or in this specific case, it was better to be bold than to be murdered in his sleep by some perverse stranger. Although it would be a unique end to his life, he couldn’t become fond of the idea that someone might post selfies of themselves clutching his corpse. It’d just be no fun for him. Why couldn’t they take selfies while they’re both alive anyways?

He rolled the sleeves of his maroon sweater close to his elbows, attempting to push back his olive coat with it. The approaching winter brushed alongside his wrists as he rose his camera a bit higher, aiming the lens at his face and to the surrounding background. With some muttering their complaints (‘damn foreigners’, and all that) those occupying the sidewalk walked around him, focused on returning to their offices after a quick but expensive lunch break, many clutching their disposable coffee cups as if it was their last hope for survival (honestly, he could relate). Believing he couldn’t waste any more time, his thumb activated the camera’s purpose – capturing a still of life and making the moment permanent, and an undeniable truth. An unaltered photograph could speak a million words or two, but more than any poetic phrase, it spoke of reality.

And in this reality, when he looked at the most recent picture, he saw the face of a suspicious woman; a woman with long, threads of brown hair and a skinny, pretty face. She could be his stalker. Everyone else in the photo had no awareness to the rest of the world, keener to their own lives and the ticking clock of their allotted break time, lest they lose a dollar or two for being late. Immediately, without a trace of hesitation, Kentaro looked back, searching for the same face behind him, for once hoping that he hadn’t happened to capture a ghost on digital film. But if he did, at least he took a decent selfie with a spirit, and he could die happy with that.

#p:bad amnesia #spxjung

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✦ wine mom

spxjc

"Are we making a bomb as a trust exercise?” ― Joe Dunthorne, Submarine

The night sky of the city existed as a canvas saturated with a heavy black acrylic – the fluorescent and neon lights below forever hindering the human eye from looking up to a sea of stars. He would continue to resent this fact of dense cities, but the opportunities within the cement castles outweighed his desire to pick out constellations, therefore he would continue to gaze towards an empty sky when returning home from evenings of flirting with an auditor for the sake of truth, justice, humiliating skeevy corporations, etc.

Like clockwork, Kentaro stopped at the convenience store a few blocks away from the apartment complex he called home, so desensitized to the high pitched jingle that emanated whenever someone entered or exited that he didn’t even flinch. For mobility’s sake he unzipped his jacket, since a simple sweater had no business keeping someone warm at this hour, and without further hesitation he walked towards the isle of cheap, microwavable meals and cartons of actor endorsed banana milk. His footfalls transformed into a screeching halt, and too close to a fantastic array of ramen with no nutritional value he stopped completely, staring at a person whom had way too many bottles of wine.

This wouldn’t be the first time he saw an alcoholic (it was an assumption, sure, but it was an odd hour to prepare for a modest celebration). 

Shamelessly and out in the open he simply watched them as they tended to the stray wine bottles like a diligent shepherd, and beyond his silence he battled with the inner debate of ‘get involved’ or ‘pretend he saw nothing and just get his damn instant ramen’. Without a doubt, he chose the former, and walked towards the nameless wine deity, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket and mouth practically quivering in an attempt not to grin. “Please tell me you’re not going to try drinking all of those by yourself.” He commented, candid and generously monotone. “Unless you’re trying to get your…” Pausing, his brow furrowed while attempting to remember that pompous word, eventually surrendering in the quest to sound smart or whatever. “…wine tasting permit?” 

#spxjc #p:wine mom #here is another thread for you 8 ^ )

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the colors of japan: vol. 1

sakaguchi kentaro: “So then, travelling by myself to Japan became something I did more than going overseas.  Wanting to know more about Japan was something I thought a lot about.”

#.self

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The bus was a loathsome creation by constantly providing the public with a less than adequate schedule and seats that are perpetually coated in a sticky film, and it was more likely than not that the drivers would leave someone in the rain before pushing the breaks. Yet despite his profound hatred for the bus, here he was, tucked in the back with wet hair and damp clothes, staring at the exhausted expressions of both high school students and salarymen alike. Much like him, they were all rotting inside this over-sized transporter of human souls, and nothing made him more uncomfortable – aside from death threats and court, that is.

Anxiety spread from his chest, disturbed from knowing that he’d most likely spend the next hour listening to the couple behind him bicker about budgeting when they’re both thoroughly addicted to online shopping, and subsequently Kentaro began bouncing his legs and looking elsewhere for a distraction. It was his biggest regret to let his phone die (literally, he was on a mission to submerge it in rice once he returned home), especially when eyeing the man in front of him, who was graced by the movie Nemo. Lacking all sense of self-control he leaned forward, vying for some form of entertainment, and it all went uphill when he bothered to look over saod passenger. It seemed like he was trying to prevent an episode, wearing the kind of face someone has when trying not to cry during a meeting full of judgmental seniors….

The monotony was disrupted by a shock to his brain, for the centers of memory illuminating in an instant, reminding him that he had seen this face before, but in very different circumstances.

“I never met a ne’er-do-well who cries at animated movies.” Mercilessly blunt, he spoke directly to his old ‘cell-mate-for-less-than-twenty-four-hours’, turning his head and leaning his elbows against the adjacent seat for good measure. “This entire time I was thinking you’re some sort of badass – boy have I changed my opinion on you, Baekhyun.” He deliberately threw the man’s name into his teasing, hoping to stop the guy from looking completely pitiful (and thus causing him to feel bad for being a heartless bystander) and furthermore prevent himself from losing his sanity to the background noise of endless rain and a feverish lovers quarrel.  

「cell mates reunite」+ kentaro

「 spxkentaro 」

Oh. Baekhyun hated this part. Hate was a strong word for some, but not strong enough in this particular moment. The pain that was about to ripple through his entire being raised the question as to why he willingly puts himself through this. Of all places he could’ve chosen to go through with this… He chose the local bus. He had something of a lousy day and needed a pick-me-up to relieve him of his stress. The fault lied within his inability to delay gratification. As with everything, it started out well but he knew he was going to crumble at any second.

“Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before.”

He looked up with his eyes opened wide as possible. Someone once told him this helped to stop tears from flowing. Its effectiveness was questionable at best, but Baekhyun didn’t have much of a choice. He chose to watch a Disney movie in public, knowing well enough of his sensitive nature. The cinematic arts had a way of reaching into his reserve of emotions and pulling them out to the surface. 

Such stupid talking fishes… The phone was flipped over so the screen rested against his thighs. The dialogue continued in the earbuds nuzzled deep in his ears. Life operated the same way, he thought. Regardless of one’s state of distress, the world always moved along. Baekhyun’s mind progressed along with it and filled in the lack of visuals with scenes from his memories. He had seen the movie enough times to do so. He had definitely cried a lot more than this too, though he could feel himself heading in that direction. 

His only wish right then was that nobody would play the role of a concerned citizen and ask him if he was alright. ( He wasn’t but he didn’t need them to know that. )

#spxbaekhyun #p:cell mates #i'm blessed thank you

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i have returned. i’ve defeated education.  will be replying to paras and contacting people now also hello everyone ! it’s good to be here again !

#ooc #tbd

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logically, it was unwise to spend an entire day with nothing but a piece of toast and several cups of coffee being digested in a vat of stomach acid. the result was a case of dizziness and a slight headache, especially after fixating his attention on the friendly, technicolor storm. lucky for him, he was no longer attached to seulgi, and therefore would only have to pay for one when searching for food (not that he minded buying  food for his few...friends(?)...but he hadn’t been able to publish a worthwhile article in awhile, and so his bank account was...well...pathetic...and sad).

 “maybe i should have followed my parents footsteps and became some sort of scientist with a stable paycheck.” kentaro mumbled as the clerk yielded to him the last of their macaron ice cream sandwiches from the heavens (of course matcha flavor was the last one standing, but lucky for him, he preferred more bitter or traditional tasting sweets than anything). he pointedly ignored the distraught service worker’s expression of confusion by hanging her the required bills for payment (adding a ‘keep the change’ to his string of mumbles as a form of compensation), but he didn’t give the woman behind him the same treatment - not when she reminded him of a disappointed child.

kentaro turned around to look at this mystery person - who hardly seemed to be the type to express any kind of sorrow over a festival treat - but then again, no one chooses to look like a potential serial killer. maybe that’s the reason why a pang of guilt hit him, because he certainly isn’t chivalrous enough to just give up food to a beautiful maiden, but of course, something in his gut was telling him to just do it to either a) not get stabbed or b) learn the secrets of the severely outdated Korean mafia. “...do you like matcha?” he asked, eyebrows raised and arm extended to offer the dessert. “because i’m not a fan, but i was in a hurry and bought it anyways. so if you want it, you can have it.”

❝ save the best for last&—

the notion that one could just run out of macarons baffled her in and of itself. but the line was dwindling down in front of her at a rate that was unfortunately going at the same rate of how many macaron ice cream sandwiches they bought. “they should impose a quota,” she complained to mijoo, who was on the verge of joining darae and julia for searching out another booth to find sustenance at but for hyuna, who had so recently claimed the sweet concoction as her new favorite, it wasn’t an easy task to give up on, not to mention her stubborn disposition. 

were she not still with mijoo, she would’ve long left, able to break character and seek out one of her field agents more properly, to inquire of how the intel gathering was going but she was rarely spared even a fleeting second, the declaration that hyuna doesn’t contact them nearly as much as she ought to the reasoning behind such. the longer she waited, the more her genuine anticipation grew and with that disappointment was looming the way she stood on tip toes, restlessness in every svelte limb as she peered over someone’s shoulder only to steal a look around them a minute later. if she was counting right, the male in front of her would get the last one and she could only sigh loudly, much more so than she intended. 

#spxaria #p:save the best #spx:clf2k15 #( no worries~ it's all good~ c:

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spxseulgi

Seulgi found such joy in causing chaos. While other girls were writing their Mrs Charming’s and dreaming of princes, Seulgi was doodling burning buildings and dotting the _i _of rebellion with a heart. Poor Kentaro had once again found himself the victim of her mischief. Although, he never really seemed to mind that much, at least not to her.

“Hey– you’re the one that came here with your_ fancy-schmancy _camera, knowing full-well that there was going to be ‘rainbow dandruff’ everywhere.” She quirked a brow at his offer, her expression a mixture of disgust and intrigue; the thought of living with him wasn’t too appealing. “Don’t you think we are moving a bit too fast honey, already wanting to move in together? How cute!” She mocked while bouncing on the balls of her feet. Then she leaned over to take a peek at his screen of overly-perfect pixels, admiring her own photograph.

“Don’t I always look happy?” She stepped back and smiled at the misshapen bulge under his shirt caused by his camera. Sure, Seulgi loved her gadgets too– guns especially. But not enough to literally shield or cradle them like they were her actual children. “Ah_ yeah_,” a lazy grin spread across her lips “– I managed to escape for a few hours. Literally, expecting a call from the boss any moment. Soooo, might need a new job. Do you need an assistant?” She jabbed his side with her sharp elbow, before managing to wiggle her hands under his shirt and grab the camera in one swift movement. “This doesn’t look so hard.” She murmured, peering through the lens.

It was routine by now not to interfere in Seulgi’s fast paced rhythm, and he only rolls his eyes to react to the woman invading his personal space by stealing away his child of mechanical mirror systems and wide range apertures. “No, but I might need a cat sitter, just in case I become a political prisoner in Moscow one day. Unless you want to kick it in Russian prison with me? Knowing you, you’d fit right in.” Kentaro joked, despite half of his words holding the weight of truth. He did sustain a bad reputation with the police after all, and they never understood his need to go home and make sure Witch wasn’t dying of loneliness or catnip withdrawal. 

Rubbing the side she had flippantly assaulted, he leaned over to peer into the display screen, and unashamed he frowned at her style of framing, or rather, her lack of style. “You’re like a middle aged dad.” Insiting this rather boldly, he grabbed the edges of the DSLR camera. Maintaining a steady grasp, he simultaneously poked (without any intention of being gentle - call it getting even) her fingers in the direction of the all important mode dial and the essential capture  button. Quickly diverting his attention to the crowd, he took to counting the significance of the setting: a child on their father’s shoulder, the faux rainbow mushroom cloud growing in the foreground, and a handy border of paper festival decorations which mixed together patterned origami paper and traditional style lanterns. 

...It could actually be a significantly good shot. And out of all people, he was giving the opportunity to capture it to Seulgi, who’s probably more interested in taking photographs of natural disasters and mass arson. (or rather, causing them? seems likely)

Kentaro let go and returned his hands to his sides, taking a moment to smear the stubborn colored powder off of his hands and onto his thin cardigan of maroon. “Well, give it a shot. Maybe you have a secret talent that’s not debating until your voice starts to sound like a cartoon.” Teasing her, the edges of his mouth twitched back into a smile as he stood back and waited, hoping that she doesn’t accidentally destroy his camera in the process. 

❝ wild thing » ks&sk .

#spxseulgi #spx:clf2k15 #p:wild thing

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t r a c k e r // 150928

responded to all that liked my plot call post. if you didn’t receive a message from me and you liked that post, contact me please, tumblr must have eaten something. 

need to message respond to spxjc

need to reply to spxseulgi & spxbaekhyun & spxaria

need to write starter for spxsoojung

will be able to get to some of these tonight with event threads (seulgi & aria) as priority. forgive me~ 

that is all ~  and if you are a new member, welcome! never fear hunting me down for a plot or thread. 

#ooc #tracker #tbd

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Kentaro Sakaguchi x Paul Smith

#.self

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✦ caffeinated workaholics

spxmerlin

“Ability to Function Despite Imminent Catastrophe.” ― Mary Roach, Packing for Mars: The Curious Science of Life in the Void

Of course, a serene festival inspired by a spring celebration of love was guaranteed to be less than peaceful - already had he captured a few overly heated ‘debates’ and their subsequent arrests on film, but worse than that was the persisting demand to clean every crevice of his camera. 

“In hindsight, I should have toughed it out and kept the case on me.” Vehemently, Kentaro muttered to himself, adjusting the shutter speed at the outskirts of the crowd. Coming down from the latest circulation of adrenaline throughout his body (a wrathful woman may have threatened him with a skewer earlier) he could feel the bones of his fingers begin to ache, along with the subtle pain pulsating at the front of his skull. Sure, staying hydrated was vital in maintaining one’s health, however, he often forgot such mundane needs in favor of stalking after leads and possibly interesting events that may or may not actually be relevant - such as festival brawls. But all in all, the article wouldn’t contain anything groundbreaking with the material he collected thus for, so he might as well...

His eyes flickered to a figure among the hundreds of multi-colored people, and perhaps the biggest contrast between the individual and the rest of the crowd was their lackluster expression, which for whatever reason, struck the cords of his memory. Squinting, he stared at the person, a man of short stature, a seemingly sour aura...and the face of someone that might as well be a tie-dye zombie. “That brat.” The incensed mumbles continued, and Kentaro persisted to stare stubbornly at his undead...friend? No, friend wasn’t a good way to put it - former associate, now that had a ring to it.

“Hey Kyungsoo!” Wrenched from the strings of his larynx was his voice, a shout to disturb the atmosphere whilst capturing the eyes of bystanders. “Thanks for telling me you’re not dead!” Exhausting his patience, he waited for the man to finally realize that the ghost from Christmas past was here to haunt him - and prepared to capture that moment was his finger over the shutter release with his attention fixated on the eyepiece. Maybe he could capture a photo good enough to be used in an obituary, just in case that bastard actually did decide to kick the bucket. 

#spxmerlin #p:caffeinated workaholics #( i am ridiculously proud of this title #spx:clf2k15 #( also sry for the delay uni tried to kill me rip

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It was a nightmare.

The concept of the holiday was nostalgic enough, which is the exact reason why he had offered to be the suffering saint of Magpie Seoul by taking responsibility of covering the ‘boring and tame’ story of the week. His memory of celebrating Holi in India with his parents during his youth was much like the colored powder itself - bright, uplifting, and impossible to get rid of. However, he didn’t take into consideration how every tiny particle was trying to wedge itself into the crevices of his camera and stain the lens, and to which he scowled when again cleaning the damned device whilst standing in the middle of the happy madness.

“Fuck - ” Typically, once he manages to rid his camera of every shade found in the rainbow and beyond, a shower of red descends from the hellish heavens and thus coats everything in his general area in disintegrated unicorn organ, including his precious mechanical child. “I don’t know what I expected.” Mumbling, he turns to the source of the terribly familiar voice, raising his eyebrows accordingly, until the edges of his mouth twitched with the emotions bubbling in the pit of his stomach - mostly excitement, which was mixed with the slight desire for vengeance.

“If my camera breaks due to your rainbow dandruff, I’ll expect you to buy me a new model. If it makes you go bankrupt, I’ll let you room with me for a bit - I guess.” Stating a lie with false confidence, he lines the camera with his vision, and captures the present in a  single shot of ultra high quality (one where he could probably count her pours if he zoomed in close enough), and after examining the result in the tiny monitor, Kentaro nodded easily, his smile relaxing.

“Nice pose, you look happy.” Shrugging, he shoved the camera beneath his shirt, determined to protect it no matter what the cost. “As you should be, since it looks like you got some time off for once. Unless you just came here to start a fight?” 

❝ wild thing » ks&sk .

spxkentaro

Today was perfect. Well, if one ignores the potential terrorist attack. 

Which Seulgi could not, as she was an agent who was technically on a mission. However, that didn’t stop the young female from twirling about in the sea of colour and savouring every single moment of this beautiful chaos. Vibrant powder fireworks exploded in the air, coating everything in sight. Seulgi was completely unaware of the small red dust that had settled on her nose, too captivated by the colourful chaos surrounding her to concentrate on such minuscule details. Of course– there was a job to be done, and she was well-equipped for it if the problem ever arose. But for now, while maintaining a key eye and vigilance, she was trying to enjoy herself as much as she possibly could. 

It was then she danced by a familiar figure. His back was turned, but Seulgi recognised the familiar hunch (probably crouched over trying to take a photo or two). Thus, she decided to greet her friend the only way she knew how; with a cheeky grin and a whole lot of mischief.

“Surprise!” Hands were clapped over Kentaro’s head and a rainbow of powder showered down, decorating the entire top half of his body in red, indigo, yellow and green. With her hands still in the air, Seulgi posed and waited patiently for him to turn around. Her grin was as smug as ever.

#p:wild thing #spxseulgi #( sorry for the delay ! uni killed me ) #( how do i end replies? the never ending battle

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sorry for delay in messages / starters / replies ! had a busy week at uni and will get to things here later today !

#ooc #tbd

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✦ silent film

spxqian

“Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.” ― Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos

Heavily caffeinated, his eyes fixated on the details of the lounge, how the meticulous organization exceeded the expectations of a maid with a debilitating obsessive compulsive disorder and furthermore, he observed the glass blown decanters and how the liquid stored inside reached near the mouth of said containers. Judging by the lack of stains, he assumed that the alcohol had remained untouched since it had first been poured - that, or the cleaning regimen extended to the delicate pieces as well - but it was more likely a polished façade like much of the lavish establishment. 

Red began to crawl into his eyes from his diligent performance of sleep deprivation, but he hadn’t made friends with potential human traffickers for no good reason, so he accepted the side-effects. Covering interviews that cast a positive, rose tinted light on the suited men and women was only a means to the end, and Kentaro moved into another corridor high in the company’s building, continuing his solo reconnaissance with quite steps and a camera in hand. He had been making his way through the different areas throughout the past month, using quick hands to misappropriate key cards, and a stalwart memory to memorize codes. Apparently those of the private airline company hadn’t been told not to trust a journalist, but perhaps with the help of a naïve visage he was simply talented at faking ignorance and good will.

And stranger than the mess of documents leading to no beginning and to no end were the faces he started seeing during the nights. Like ghosts they came when the halls became quiet, never seeming to notice the lens of his camera peering at them from beyond corners and two-sided mirrors - or maybe more honestly, he was better suited to be the ghost in this story. On the spiraling staircase, Kentaro paused to view the small compilation, one woman in particular becoming familiar to him. Was she the person he should be aiming to expose to the public? Could she be the link between the inconclusive documentations, the missing individuals, and the shifty eyes of those being scrutinized?

He strained his ears, listening to the irregularities of the evening. Maybe tonight, he’ll discover some truth - and maybe more than that, some hard evidence. 

#spxqian #p:silent film

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✦ vin rouge

` spxmira

“The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

The ballroom was enveloped in atmospheric dissonance: piano wires reverberated in between the the hum of a hundred voices, the ancient sonata bruised by gestures of superiority and the traditional act of ass kissing. His own job was serving the sober drinks of fermented grapes, rich enough in alcohol to quickly intoxicate their minds, and thus led the returning drunks to spew their inner, rambling thoughts at him, and by proxy, into the recorder held securely beneath his clothing. This would be more useful if they said something useful, then he would gladly shoulder their guilt, however he had no interest in a business tycoon that had trouble staying faithful to his wife. 

Son Dongjun and his shrived, reptilian visage appealed more to his interests tonight, and he glanced at the man in question whilst escaping to the back, platter of wine glasses replaced with napkins and toothpicks. The man was celebrating the success of his company subsequent to skipping out of the court house scot-free when prosecutors couldn’t provide the right kind of evidence to convince the (likely bribed) jury that he was involved in coercing under the table employees to aid them in extortion - but that was sure to change. And even if he didn’t uncover anything decent, he could at least use the man’s flippant attitude towards serious allegations as supportive material for another day.

Hastily, the woman ruling the kitchen forced a new platter into his hands, and he was sentenced to return the the room of slowly increasing intoxication, forced to witness the blood transfusion between cell structures and droplets of red wine. Kentaro smoothed the staple of a mundane uniform by rubbing the wrinkles of a purely black tie, and continued forward, his pupils dragging across the crowd, and to the woman standing within the crowd. Like a beacon of light, her presence radiated a halo of suspicion, and purging his mind of Son Dongjun, he walked to Mira, the daughter of a company that had begun dipping its feet in mud, leaving tracks of their sloppy misdeeds. 

“Would you care for a drink, Miss Kwon?” He proposed, standing with his back straight and stiff, only a couple feet away from a person he hadn’t hoped to catch this evening - and if there’s such thing as luck, then he’s been blessed.“Or are you the type that prefers to listen to the....noise...with a clearer head?” In moments, he allowed the formal tone in his voice to dilute, letting casual prose spike his words, just as he did with his facial language, how he smiled slightly - because right now, he’s just your everyday, average wine server. 

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