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The girl stands up from her seat and bows to the young lady who had managed to catch her phone before it would hit the floor. This was a habit Jaekyung was determined to change  - throwing her phone away every time something popped up. It wasn’t unusual. A seventeen-year old like her loved horror movies…but she could never get used to the sudden appearances of the ghosts. “Sorry,” she apologizes. “I was, er, startled.”

Call it quick instincts, or just pure luck. But either way it goes she still managed to capture the mobile device in her hands, saving it from facing pure destruction against the linoleum floor. That would’ve been the worst, not only would the owner lose out on a cellphone but would most likely have to face some sort of embarrassment towards whoever would have to clean up the mess. And thankfully, it didn’t come down to that last minute scenario. “Not a scratch in site! ..Or at least not that I believe, don’t quote me on that.” She snickered, trying her best to change the mood. The atmosphere felt a little tense, and she wasn’t exactly sure why. “What startled you? Is this going to be some fun interesting story time?” The reference she was making was at the Youtube series that seemed to be pretty popular currently, with Youtubers explaining interesting stories that happened in their lives. Some were humorous, while others were a bit foul to listen to. Either way, it was entertaining.

   ▒█ ▌As someone that would deem herself as being halcyon towards the myriad of people that walked the same path as herself, she could not hide the fact that the world wasn’t just full  of the felicity that people WANTED to see compared to what they DID see. And though she was full of the same quiescent happiness many had or desired,  she wasn’t stupid enough to miss the quiescent implement that the world had on some. Aiming for control and for their own chance, some people twist those shallow waters, and sometimes they win. ❛ Yes, but if only it was so easy to see the difference between those who are just there and who do truly care..❜ A delicate hand is raised to run through the soft locks of her hair as she hums lightly at the other females words. People use fake kindness to an advantage, she knew that well. Their facade was hidden behind an array of kind smiles and pretty faces that hid their real intentions. ❛ no, i understand that. This world of ours reminds me of a maze sometimes, as though no matter where you walk, how many twists and turns you go down, you end up in the same place, seeing the same people, remembering the same memories..❜

Exactly. It was as if the words had been analyzed from her mind and stolen away. They were both on the same chapter, and same page of the so-called book of life that was currently being discussed. A maze of never-ending loops, blockages of destruction (which could be the place holder for those who have an enjoyment of causing chaos in others lives), and of course the blank wall you’d meet every time. The wall that would laugh in your face and convince you that you’ve done no good, and had to just merely turn back and re-attempt. Which meant overcoming every obstacle yet again. Bullshit, right? Life would just be so much easier if the person them self got to write out their own journey, fill in the blank pages and decide who would dictate during their short-life on Earth. “Have you ever seen Once Upon A Time? It’s an American series, but you can still find subs and episodes online... Anyway, back to why I brought it up. Cruella reminds me of the type of person who you think cares, but doesn’t really. Which also explains how she is depicted of evil. I think she reminds me of a lot of people, makes them think that she is all innocent and a victim, when in reality she is just the perpetrator.” A deep laugh emitted past her throat, recoiling her statement and realizing it was a bit of a shade throwing. But it could be intended to anyone, even a random stranger walking down the street could obtain these rancid traits. “I just wish things were easier, y’know? Just peace and love.”

Erin knew fine well the trouble that Sulli had faced due to the relationship with he-who-shall-not-be-named, all the criticisms and the backlash from the release of their relationship. She had tried to be a peacekeeper when the relationship ended, being friends with both but it was hard for Erin to to have any sympathy for him so naturally she stuck to Sulli’s side. “Why would you let Wendy borrow it, You’ll never see it again.” Lightly laughing as she watched the other roll up her sleeves. “That sounds like the easiest and most feasible option. We should get neon stickers…and ones that glow in the dark too - You never know when we could get asked to a rave.” Erin couldn’t help but cup her mouth when Sulli revealed her idea for the name. She closed her eyes tightly, letting her laugh take over her body, her feet stamping. “Yah! I love it” Was just about all she could muster up to say as she laughed even more. “My stage name will be, Bearded Dragon.”

The game-plan they had built up seemed too good to pass up. A glockenspiel and a duo, which would obviously led into other activities. Which would not be named for the sake of keeping their image clear, and that was something much easier for her accomplish. After all she had been a bit on the incognito side lately, not wanting to tarnish her name that already had bad connotations lifted around it. Another bummer in her destructible life. “I’ll see it, one day... maybe on stage she’ll play it or something. Who knows.” Whilst speaking her eyes were narrowed down, staring at the phone screen her nimble fingers retrieved from her pocket. And what else could her current search result be besides glockenspiel? The specific locations to buy the instrument of their desires. “I’m looking up places to buy them locally, so we know if we need to order online or not.” Her brows knitted together in concentration, one thumb wrapped around the device as her opposite pointer finger slid past all of the results on the screen. Obviously some of these were scams, which she wasn’t going to be dimwitted to fall for. “Man, is this a rare item or something? I think only the music shop in town sells them, but their store rating is pretty low.” She raised the screen up to show it to Erin, the sad 2.4 stars being shaded out of the prominent five available. And below the low rating were the obvious reviewers, all full of agony and commenting their dismal with the store. “How will Bearded Dragon and Purple Squirrel-Tail ever survive?”

▒█ ▌❛ It’s funny how this all works isn’t it? That to the people who care for you, you’re this huge part in their life,  but really, you’re just a tiny piece of the huge world. ❜

Deep talks. It was what she craved for, having other intellectual conduct with people. Everyone had their own thoughts and beliefs, and it was always this deep desire inside of her to figure out different views of the world. Both the good and bad. After all she didn’t expect someone to view the world as sunshine and rainbows, there was darkness hiding in the depth corners of reality. “More specifically, the people who truly care for you.” She added emphasis to the word truly, wanting to hint at the fact that some peoples sincerity was fake. Which was another corrupt concept. “Even if the world is so big... it still feels so small, or is that just me? I always run in to familiar faces, and it feels as if I’ve seen them a thousand times before. It’s funny, though. The world is so populated but then there are still those who feel so lonely and isolated.”