if he remembers her, she wants to know.Ā ā you know those arenāt the right weight for you.ā bombshell says to him flatly, nodding her head over to the heavier hand weights.Ā Ā ā those.Ā you always used them.ā please remember.Ā bombshell swallows, waiting to see if any kind of recognition flickers in his eyes.Ā any confusion, anything at all.
after all, this is only the very first time theyāve been in the same space while training.
heās caught slightly by surprise.
heās never really heard her speak-- not until now. sheās only ever been a passing figure that stood out to him a bit more than most. but hearing her now... something-- something, is nagging in the corners of the brain. and he places it instantly: familiarity. itās a familiar voice that he doesnāt consciously recognize, but apparently his brain has stored it somewhere nonetheless. all the more reason to be on guard.
levi stares at her silently, expression effortlessly blank as always, before his gaze slides towards the weights sheād suggested. he picks up the one heād meant to use originally, and uses his other hand to grab the one sheād indicated. sheās right, he frowns silently, setting down the lighter one to replace it with the matching set. he straightens up with a weight in each hand. now, he knows. he knows that she knows him, but how-- how is the key question he still canāt figure out.Ā āthanks,ā he mutters, continuing to glance at her periodically as he turns back to face the mirror, starting his reps.
but her face sticks itself in his brain, and in the mirror sheās concentraded on her own work out--Ā
but in his head the background behind her is constantly replaced-- by a small room, by a school corridor, by-- the outside of a tiny apartment, a younger lucky, standing by her side. he drops the weights and turns to her, eyebrows furrowed.
āyou--ā he starts slowly, voice deliberate and controlled. but he doesnāt know where to go from there-- he still hasnāt pieced it together.
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itās been more than a few months since he walked out of that shipment container, mind empty, dark and blank, his only memories involving what he went through. essentially-- he supposes heās become a clean slate. and at the very beginning... heād wondered if his past self couldāve ever predicted heād become someone like this.
but that thought left as fast as it came-- he no longer cares.
he also doesnāt care about the looks, or lack of, he gets walking through the Condominium, from things that people may or may not have heard about the things heās done. however... after months of dreamless sleep-- leviās been plagued with vivid flashes of things that seemed way too personal and way too detailed to be simple dreams. thereās flashes of a silver cross attached to jade beads, of boxing gloves and worn blue hand wraps, a particularly strong one of the back of a hand connecting against his cheek... and flashes of a young boy with a bright smile. and finally--
a solemn-faced woman. and she used to be just that, just a face within a sea of candidates that levi did not recognize, and had no interest. but sheās been appearing more and more, and thereās something odd that he hasnāt felt since he got here... something sane, and more human. curiosity. and he can see her side glances his way sometimes-- feels like thereās more there. and now as he stands right next to her, maybe a little too close-- attempting to draw a reaction, by the free-weights, hand reaching for two.Ā
he glances at her-- gauges her reaction, body language, expression. heās sure they know each other, and heās too impatient to wait for in epiphany in the form of something as fleeting and flighty as dreams.
above every hedonistic interest he hasā one reigns true, that thril will always be the best result achieved. in the conquests he saunters after, its always the thrill of it; who would approve, who wouldnāt; what boundaries could he press against before he gets in troubleā what sort of reaction would he get that would amuse and get his heart really pumping?
and if anything gets that real intense beatā itās looking the possibility of death in the eye and surviving. itās the thrill of being so vulnerable for a moment before heās able to get one foot right in front of another. especially ā especially if levi is any sort of involved.Ā
he breathes quickly, a wicked grin crossing his face as he gazes up at the other, eyes flickering over the otherās face as he hums, shifting under the other. one arm is pressed to his side, and the other is pinned under the weight of leviās limb. the touch of metal under his jaw is something excitingā blood rushing through his body as he arches his neck, grinning boyishly.
āah, my favorite position.ā he chuckles into the air, voice a bit ragged in the silence of the training room. his fingers twitch around the knife in his hand, and he shifts, adjusting his other arm slightly; tips of his fingers grazing the holster on his leg.Ā āarenāt you just the master of knowing how to get me on my back?ā
thereās little source of entertainment, especially inside of the Condominium, which is why levi likes to go out so often, seeking thrill in the night life of the city. however... he can say that he has the most fun in the training room of the gym, and he definitely has a few favorite partners-- carnage being in the top category.
and this is the reason why-- levi thinks, now that heās got carnage pinned to the floor, his small but strong build trapping the other beneath him, legs straddling his hips. and levi and carnage have always been equal in just about everything: height, fighting ability, cunning, wit, and daring. perhaps thatās the reason they find so much enjoyment in trying to tip the balance-- in trying to best the other.
āgot you~ā levi sing-songs. though itās ironic, but not untrue, considering the fact that carnage also has a knife in his hand as well, practically digging into his own skin.
levi practically snorts at the elderās statement, though heās slightly winded from the sparring combined with the adrenaline and the excitement.Ā his smile is small but wicked-- all teeth.Ā āiād like to think i am. but,ā he tuts, eyes sliding down and tracking the movement of carnageās hand.Ā āi know how you work, hyung.ā coming from levi, of course the polite speech is meant to mockĀ more than anything else.
his grip tightens around the handle of his beloved dagger, grin turning even sharper if possible, though his tone maintains the same lighthearted tone, airy and playful, though possibly just a tad lower in octave.
āyouāre gonna pull a fast one on me any minute now, arenāt you, tough guy?ā
levi mostly enjoys using his phone to mess with other people in his downtime ( aka when he is bored, which is often ). also, to post pictures of himself ( not narcissistic in the slightest, nope not at all ). he likes to remain on the radar and pretty much basks in attention.
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korean native, born in gyeonggi
the son of a pastor (lmao) and a lesser known actress who passed away when he was super young
never got along with his dad
they moved to seoul where he was sent to an all boys catholic school to teach himĀ āmanners and moralsā (hah that turned out rly well--)
father called him a monster/sinner bc of his way of life (āhaha yeh ok dad ur so funny u rightā) bc he used to deliberately do things to provoke his anger (āif u canāt get love then hate is just as good of attention rightā)
barely graduated high school. was kicked out of his house.
became involved in an underground fighting scene nd became a couch hopper of his old school friends and ppl he met on the streets or at bars
went into escort services/odd jobs at local bars and oh was also a barista during the day.
eventually moved into an apartment with a friend.
earned money from bets placed on him during matches-- was eventually accused of rigging fights and was cornered nd he was on the way home all beat nd bloody when someone appeared nd said theyād get him to a hospital. spoiler: they did not take him to the hospital
his cousins are bombshell and lucky.
is very headstrong and impulsive, has a tendency to appear to act rashly and then improvise-- though he actually calculates all his actions very carefully. almost nothing is unplanned.
a huge flirt. will be kissing one second nd the next heāll have a knife against ur throat.
very. very very. questionable morals.
looks like heāll kill u (sometimes like a cinnamon roll) will actually kill u
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heās bored.
unbelievably so, head propped up on his fist as he leans forward against the table. why is he even here? right-- heās got nothing better to do, and levi lives for the drama. at least this way, he could rack up some points to. as if heās living for much else-- thatās all the collective has them doing, putting on a show and scavenging for points to stay in their good graces. like a circus act. but for levi? he doesnāt mind putting on a show. so his expression shows boredom, but thereās a mischievous, almost excited spark in his eyes as the gun practically materializes before them, in the middle of the table.
itās all in good fun.
he stands up and grabs the weapon without hesitation, hearing the pindrop noise of breaths hitching around the room. he loads the barrel, spins it until it clicks, before locking it shut. he holds the gun out, dangling on one finger before he slides it back to the middle.
āso,ā he speaks up first.Ā āwho is going first?ā his voice is a drawl, soft-spoken but deadly, his eyes blank and unreadable.Ā āwhy donāt you?ā the girl next to him hisses, shooting a glare at him. he stares her down evenly, voice steady and authoritative, ābecause iām not scared of dying. i spun-- pretty sure the blank ended up first. figured iād give someone else the chance,ā then he grins briefly, voice lowering, and he can visibly see the others getting riled up,Ā āsince you all look like youāre about to piss your pants.ā
still-- no one moves to grab it. he can see the cogs in their heads turning-- probably trying to determine whether or not to believe him.
eventually, a green haired boy across the table groans and grabs the weapon,Ā āyou know what-- fine, fuck it.ā and levi is sort of impressed, that the candidateās hand doesnāt shake as he lifts the gun to his head. his finger twitches against the trigger.
almost immediately, the gunshot sounds out as his hand falls to the side, gun skittering across the table as the body slumps against the chair. thereās a deadly silence ringing out in the room. the next candidate picks up the gun shakily, eyes squeezing shut, mouth moving as if muttering a prayer before she raises the gun and holds it away from her temple-- as if that would make it any better.
bang. another down.
levi is growing bored and impatient at this point, clicking his tongue as he sits up straight, fingers tapping impatiently on the table as the next candidate goes, then the next, before it finally gets around to him, and he grabs the gun from where itād fallen next to yet another dead body. he immediately slides it to the girl sitting next to him, who stares at him incredulously.Ā āitās your turn, you cheating ass bastard--ā
levi just turns to face her, eyebrow cocking as a wicked smile spreads slowly across his lips.Ā āyou want the gun in my hands? bad idea. iāll tell you now,ā the tone dripping from his voice is lethal, though he speaks conversationally, as his hand slowly inches forward, deliberately taking his time as he watches the differing expressions flicker across her face.Ā āiām planning to leave here alive. you think the collective cares about rules? they already bent the rules of this game... they donāt give a shit what we do in here.ā
she takes the bait-- snatching the gun up before his hand could reach it and pointing at him with both hands, sheād stood up and toppled the chair backwards. he sits calmly, staring up at her trembling hands, the gun waving dangerously in the air. he cocks his head to the side,Ā āwell?ā her finger squeezes the trigger.
click.
he takes advantage of her momentary shock, leaping forward at lightning speed, knocking her to the ground as another gunshot sounds out-- and blood blossoms down the front of his shirt, streaming from the wound near his right collarbone. he hears but ignores the surprised scream as blood drips onto her skin, sliding down against her throat and the dips of her collarbone as he pins her to the floor, eyes wide and seemingly manic-- but his movements are controlled as ever as he tugs a switchblade from his worn boot, pressing it against her jugular in the blink of an eye.
a loud sound rings out-- signifies the end of the game. he doesnāt ease up, just staring at her frightened gaze almost pityingly before he finally draws back, leaving a hairline thin cut behind on the side of her neck.Ā āgood game,ā he muses, wiping both sides of his blade against his pants, cleaning it precisely and ignoring her wince when he leaves a slice in his jeans in his thigh, stuffing his blade back in his boot and straightening up, smoothing his dark blue hair back.
he glances down at he paralyzed form, raising an eyebrow,Ā āyou just gonna lay there all day? this place might be batshit crazy... but there are better things to do, you know?ā he grins, tacking on as an afterthought āwhile youāre still alive.āĀ
he winks at her, expression otherwise blank, still, and pushes his way past the people rushing into collect the bodies. he frowns when someone grabs onto his arm until he remembers that-- oh yeah, thereās a hole in his chest. and he would actually like to keep his promise earlier of not dying... for today at least. and he lets himself be dragged off to the infirmary to be treated. he casts one last, lilting farewell over his shoulder.
