Sorry I’ve been so terrible with replies and have been inactive for weeks now. With grad school starting and trying to get a grip on workload, it’s insane. Hopefully I can get some of these replies cranked out within the next couple of days and if not, they should be taken cared of by & on Tuesday. I’ve tagged those I know I’m slacking on and if I’m missing you, please let me know. Thank you to everyone who has sent me replies and liked my starter calls. I will get to you all ( well, shit. i owe you that much. )

Even if he prefers the sleeves rolled up, Jun wants to make sure that it looks good either way, as he cannot always have his blazer on (after all, sometimes the precinct and the offices get hot with too many bodies.) He nods in agreement and thinks that his set of silver cuff links would be an elegant touch when his sleeves are down. The moment he acknowledges her helpful comment, he spots the bag on her arm. A customer. He smiles shyly in a haze of embarrassment.

After getting dressed, he grabs the spare he has in his pantry, one that he took home last month after the safety drill down at the precinct. While the building usually provides one for each apartment, he assumes at some point or another, she might have lent hers to someone. Jun wants to laugh to himself again, especially after receiving the last message. Also — can you bring some food too? I’m hungry... she messages him. 

He checks his watch once more. There is another hour before he has to get back to his apartment, change into his suit, and head to the event tonight. 

Jun recalls his friend being in worse condition than he was. He couldn’t think of a time where she was able to hold herself up, but if she managed to hand over her address, he begins to think his perception of last night was off way more than he thought. He begins to recognize this to be true, especially when he must not have been able to communicate where he lived. Surely, the woman with strange looking ears would have sent him home just the same if he could. He tries to let it go as he can hardly confirm what happened the night before, let alone revive it.

My people. Our village. Yellow taxi things. Your phone thing. He considers asking about her language, as the latter two phrases are so vague given that the expectation is that she knows what it is. However, he decides against saying anything about it. Instead, he chooses to acknowledge her remarks.

The little nudge and her version of small talk is enough. “Don’t worry, I’ve got bandage wraps and really make you Halloween costume-ready,” he’s now grinning like cat, clearly amused by his own play of words. His words and her own helps to loosen himself a lot and not leave him so tongue-tied. He finds that the blush scatters nicely across both of their faces and it makes it easier to fall into comfort, as they both are naked (literally), vulnerable. Hyesun’s question has his eyes venture to the shower head as he attempts to recall his schedule. 

“Work,” he states the obvious, but as he is running late, he plans to take advantage of the lax schedule he has and considers walking into the precinct after twelve. “Well, maybe brunch first, but when I go in, I’ll find out what the Commissioner wants me to take care of.” He wants to add that since there aren’t any pieces of new information on any of the ongoing cases, there is nothing he can really do so far, especially since he’s so much as a consultant for the precinct at the moment, however, her comments about his scent distract him. 

“I’m sorry,” he immediately tells her when she opens her door at two in the morning and his appearance is heavily disheveled. The rain styled his hair to resemble something like an American 50′s greaser, beads of raindrops dripping off the thick single strand that dangles from his forehead. He has a shallow cut on his cheek, but a stabbing wound at his hip. His eyes squeeze shut as he holds pressure to his injury.

Despite it all, he holds up a bag of evidence to her. 

below the surface, everyone is pretty complicated. based on your answers, you will find out that three traits are important strands in your personality.

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RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to syntheses and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

ORDERLY

You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focussed where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

RESILIENCE

“Wow,” Jun Young stretched it out with a laugh, quickly adding, “And how old are we again?” He was a somewhat in the mood for jokes, but couldn’t help how that one flew right over his head and clearly Sanggil wouldn’t want to let that go either. Jun just shook his head with a small smile. A little more relaxed with a beer in his hand, he does his best to unwind and pray for a night of laughter and good vibes but is tested when Sanggil suggested karaoke. Jun wanted to groan, despite putting it down as an offer on the table. 

Of course Sanggil would choose singing — it was quite a bit of a talent of his. Jun knocked a shot back with him, very much needing that burn to go down smoothly so he can blame his raspy failure of a singing voice to be a well-enough excuse. But what did it matter to Han Jun Young anyway? He was a tall, muscular, and well-endowed man. If anyone actually bothered to make fun of him — outside of the very inevitable and impending teasing coming from Sanggil — he could just send the poor fool a highly threatening glare. He ordered another shot from the waitress. He needed more backup first.

The night runs down Jun Young’s throat from a bottle of beer. Tough crowd on one end of the bar, excited patrons fighting over dollars on pool tables and on the other, coins in the dart machine. Old men sing songs they can no longer read, each character blending into another until it becomes a censored mess on the screen. Waitresses deserve bigger tips and men complain that they’re not getting ass. 

One. Rules page has been updated and is now here. →   If, for whatever reason, you’re wondering where the original ‘/rules’ page went, it is now here.

Two. Detective Han is working on a case about a missing idol. The fictional (and possibly non-RPable) idol’s name is Lee Minjae and her face-claim is Im Yoona (but she will be compared to both Im Yoona and Jung Soojung / Krystal Jung.) 

Three. In accordance to the second point, Lee Minjae has been missing for roughly a week and a half and the only major recent bit of evidence is an amateur adult film she made with a possible love interest/number one suspect, Kang Minsoo (face-claim is Jung Yunho.)  →   It is not necessary that these two characters are role played, but this will be important in threads with other (very playable) muses. 

Four. As far as replies to be drafted goes, I’ve got: @90yoda - @scarletxaya - @hyejvng - @littlemsavery