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〖 HEARTWRITHE : an indie, semi-selective multimuse rp blog for various original characters. loved by flowers (21+). 〗

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i really want to return to roleplaying. however, i'm not actually sure how compatible i am with the multi-muse format. so, i've decided that as my main oc, mi-kyung will get her own blog that i'll be focused on from then on. maybe i'll change my mind and move back here if i decide i can handle a multi-muse again, but for now i think single-muse works a little better for me. i apologize deeply for anyone who was invested in dove lol.

            ❝  ughhh.  ❞  she tilts her head back against the dilapidated brick wall, dark eyes rolling as an exaggerated sigh escapes her.  ❝  between running into the murderer and being stuck with your skanky ass,  i’d almost rather take my chances.  ❞  almost.  mi-kyung isn’t quite that petty. despite all their bickering,  she would rather not have veronica meet her untimely demise via machete to the face.  safety in numbers,  after all.  

            choosing a random direction,  she pushes off the wall and delves deeper into the fog.  she steps over a rusty trap barely hidden in the grass,  metal maw open wide.  someone’s getting lazy,  it seems.  not that she was complaining.  ❝  let’s just find the stupid generator and get this over with.  ❞  does not regard veronica when she speaks to her,  gaze locked forward.

            the ghostface’s callout echoes across the institution hallways.  the air stills.  flickering fluorescent lights buzz faintly above.  at first,  nothing is said,  silence stretching thin.  long enough that one more unaware might assume they were mistaken when they felt a nagging presence behind them like a second shadow,  heard soft footfalls overlapping with their own.  do you feel someone’s eyes boring into you unseen,  or has all this time in this hellscape finally driven you mad?  alas,  pitifully,  the offender comes out of hiding without much resistance,  head peeking out from behind the corner of an empty doorway.  a wry smile settles upon her face underneath the face mask.  ❝  . . . what? can’t handle being on the other end of it?  ❞

            mi-kyung reveals herself fully after making her presence known,  stepping into the dim light of the ceiling fixtures a few safe feet away from the killer.  her hands are clasped together down in front of her, around an incriminating digital camera,  and she rocks on the balls of her heels once.  anxious?  excited?  even as she stands still now,  her heart thrums in her ears like drumbeats.  ❝  i - i just wanted to add you to my collection . . .  but,  i guess that’s my fault for thinking i could sneak up on a professional creep.  ❞