{’ he looks at her,  and sits up, his finger trailing up her back to grip gently upon her shoulder, a delicate and comforting squeeze to her shoulder soon resulting} I died as well. {’ his hand left her shoulder and looked at her} Murdered by my mother who now claims that I stabbed my own self, claiming I was suicidal. Funny how the world works right? But now I shall forever be twenty-three. {’ he looks over at her} Sometimes, I would give anything to forget my past. You should look at this as a rebirth. {’ he shrugs} You just need strength, and that is something very hypocritical for me to say. I seem to be array of different mental disturbances and addictions.} A snowman? I haven’t done such in ages, so sure.

(/his touch is not as cold as she'd expected, and the daughter of aphrodite blinks at the admittance. ah. she knew that there was something more to it. she hates to admit that perhaps the world is full of stories like these, where family turns upon family, and people turn so freely on each other. she can't comprehend why this is so, but then again, she is a child of love, and hate isn't something that comes easily) Mm. I'm sure I'll...be better soon. (/she chuckles at him then) Everyone is an array of disturbances. It's just the way someone looks at how the whole patchwork is put together. (/sulli playfully pokes his arm with a teasing grin) Do you remember how to build a snowman?

{’ his eyes stay closed, listening to her talk} Everyone’s story is special. {’ he nods his head} If you could tell it to me, I am sure I would find it interesting. {’ he peeks out over to her} Memory gone? Why? What happened or what do you know that happened, if anything? I don’t remember ever seeing you in the underworld, but truthfully if it was more recent, I spent that time wallowing in self-pity and despair.. {’ he laughs bitterly and watches her begin to build the snowman}

I died. (/the statement was blunt, but Sulli had never been one for subtlety. or so she guessed, anyway. there isn't much to go on when she seems to have not been the type to keep many mementos. she laughs lightly along with him and manages to form the snowman's torso) If there was a story to tell, I'd tell it. What I have isn't a story but a blank slate. Like snow. (/her words are effortless, yet her expression doesn't fall into stoicism, but pure acceptance of the fact. there was virtue found in this new-found innocence, after all) But I'm afraid that sooner or later, I'd melt away. (/shaking her head, she flashes him a smile and pats the space beside her) Do you wanna build a snowman?

{’ he looks at her} What do you mean lost? That is vague.. {’ he snow up in a mound behind him before scooting so that when he lays down, his head rests on the mound} My story isn’t the best to tell on a first meeting, but I’m a child of Persephone. I spent the last two years in the underworld basically, only leaving it from time to time to join the side of my goddess. {’ he closes his eyes slightly} So instead of staying in the underworld, I decided I might as well come up here since she is here. Plus, the underworld is hot, and rather lonely.. I would much rather spend time here even if the people are rather… odd.

(/she shrugs noncommittally in response to his question, and instead diverts most of her attention to his story. it's interesting, she thinks, that someone has come from the underworld and hasn't died in the process. although maybe he has. she can't really be sure. the demigods, however open they may be, have stories which rival hers. death isn't uncommon here, she guesses, and it takes her a while to break away from this train of thought) Ah. Well that's certainly a better story than mine. (/chuckling lightly, she begins to keep herself busy by building a snowman) I would tell you a really good one, but sadly, my memory's all gone so -- (/her resulting laugh is bittersweet) I guess it's for the best? I mean, whatever I forgot must've been bad. 

Hm. I’m used to the quiet. Let’s just say I had a rough upbringing, but as the school’s counselor, it seems that it is a normal life for those who end here. {’ he shrugs, and leaves for a moment, only to come back with a jacket on, he moves to sit beside quietly, staring blankly into the snowy abyss before them} Tell me about you. His hand moves to wipe away some snowflakes that had began to gather upon her rosy cheek}

Ah. (/in his absence she managed to keep herself occupied with the snow, letting it run through her fingers and basking in the cool, peaceful air around her. not many people went outside nowadays -- at least, not when she was out and about -- so when he came back and sat beside her, she flashed him a genial smile. her skin automatically flushes at the contact, but she pays it no mind as of yet) I'm...lost, and now I'm here. (/he mentioned that he was the counselor, so it's alright if she vented to him like this, isn't it? it's not like she has many people to talk to anyway. still, past behaviour always governed her words, and she ends up diverting the conversation from herself) But what about you? What's your story? How'd you find this place?

{’ he watches her as she reacts to him giving her a hat to wear} It’s no problem. {‘he stuffs his hand into his pockets, looking around at the snowy grounds as she speaks.} Quiet is always nice. I prefer quiet. I’m not the most rowdy of individuals. {’ he shrugs slightly, starting to feel a bit chilly, but this was not something he was to worried about, he spent years in the flaming underworld, he could handle a bit longer out in the cold weather} You aren’t bothering me.. I’m not the best conversationalist.. {’ he chuckles softly, his head turning to looks at her}

Mm. It's not always nice. Sometimes it gets a little lonely. (/crouching down, she ends up sitting cross-legged upon the snow. gloved hands gather a bunch of the packed whiteness before she crushes the small pile between her palms. even though it's freezing, it keeps her awake, and she'd much rather be conscious than disturbed by the eerie blankness of her dreams. she looks up at him and meets his gaze with her warm orbs, idly playing with the snow) That's okay. We can just sit here together. Or stand -- whichever. I'm not much good at small talk, either. 

{’ his eyes flickers over her, his hand moving back to his back pocket where he pulls out the wintry hat, moving a step toward her, he takes his hat and gently put it on her head, carefully, he covers her ears with the hat and takes a step back} You seemed a bit cold… {’ he looks at her} It’s not bad. I’ve met some nice people.

(/she blinks in mild surprise as the hat is placed atop her head, and innocently allows him to cover her up. the cold isn't exactly inviting, and if anything, her smile widens at the almost affectionate gesture) I was. Thanks for the hat. (/her tone is light, friendly, and warmer than the freezing air around them. when she chuckles, frosty air condenses in front of her, but the daughter of Aphrodite prevents herself from giggling over it) I'm glad you have. (/shivering slightly, she looks around and smiles lightly before musing out loud) Isn't it nice when it's peaceful like this? Like -- not too cold, but -- quiet. Ish. Ahah -- sorry, am I bothering you?

"You want me to ask people to roll off the bed and down several stories by asking nicely?" He laughed.

She raised an amused brow, and grinned a little. "Have you tried asking them to roll off the bed and down several stories?"

{’ he chuckles softly and nods his head; he was more than surprised by how close everyone seemed to be to know of him being knew, or maybe it was just the mere fact that he walked through the school grounds with an almost confused look upon his face} Yes.. I’m new. {’ he sticks his hands in his pockets} I’m Jaewook.

(/almost nervously, she fiddles with the scarf around her neck. face flushed due to the cold, her nose began to grow cold, thus she adjusted the warm fabric so that it covered half of her face. she paid no mind that this hid the warm smile, for her eyes had already curved into half crescents, indicating the half-hidden expression) So how are you finding the academy so far?

"It’s an acquired skill…" He nods. "I doubt I can do that. It’s like me asking you if you can teach me how to talk people into rolling off their beds down fifteen stories of another building."

"Nothing's too impossible, I think," she reassured him with a small chuckle. "And all you need to do is ask nicely. I'm sure if you tried, you'll have the charm for it."

{’ he looks over at the female, his brows raising at the female and raised his hand to wave back but made no movements toward her, he hadn’t been used to so much contact with others as of lately, he spent all his time alone of with his goddess; human contact wasn’t something he was a fan after his mother killed him}

(/with a small smile, she walks over to the foreign male, hands clasped behind her back. there is a certain spring in her step, brought about by natural naivety. she doesn't hesitate in saying 'hi', for if she ever did, she'd never make any new acquiantances at all. besides, it wouldn't hurt to greet new people to the academy.) Hello there! I'm Sulli. Are you new to Bansin?

"Do what?" He frowned. "This?" He said as he bent the utensil once again, before he straightened them once again by running them through his fingers.  

She watched, amazed, and clapped happily at the impromptu magic trick. Although it was most likely attributed to the man's strength and not some weird voodoo, she was still childishly fascinated by the display. "Can you teach me how to do that?"