our lady of the underground.

MAEVE  WOULD  NEVER  CALL  HIM  A  FRIEND.           you  can’t  befriend  someone  you  don’t  know,  after  all,  and  whilst  she  appears  to  be  transparent  when  compared  to  him,  even  she  knows  how  to  build  her  walls.  they’re  all  mysteries  out  here.  i  can  tell,  she  thinks  to  herself  at  zero’s  reply,  but  mae  bites  back  the  comment.  «  you’ve  been  gone  for  a  long  time,  »  she  notes  instead,  «  but  i  suspect  i  don’t  really  wanna  know  where  you’ve  been.  »  or  what  you’ve  been  up  to.

THESE  ALLEYS  NEVER  CEASED  TO  SURPRISE.           perhaps  that  is  one  of  many  reasons  maeve  finds  it  hard  to  leave  keullu  —  even  venturing  these  streets  brings  her  something  new  every  day.  there  is  nothing  “  ordinary  ”,  nothing  to  be  expected  as  a  gang  member,  and  whilst  she  wishes  for  bigger  things  for  herself  she  knows  this  is  as  good  as  it’s  gonna  get.  mae  doesn’t  keep  up  enough  with  the  gangs  around  soleil  to  really  have  noticed  zero’s  absence  until  his  presence  actually  shocks  her.  her  eyes  wander  from  his  face  to  his  bloodied  hands.  «  oh,  »  she  unsurprisingly  exclaims,  by  default  reaching  for  the  thin  scarf  around  her  neck  and  presenting  it  to  him.  «  here,  you  don’t   wanna  be  walking  around  like  that.  »  you  don’t  wanna  be  caught  looking  like  that.  «  that’s  egyptian  cotton  by  the  way.  hope  you  feel  honored.  »  she  suspects  he  doesn’t  care.

All it took was seeing one flash of long white hair and Minho was turning to walk down the same alleyways as the other. Resiting the urge to push the medic against the closest wall and talk some sense into them. A year. A whole blood year. It’s the blood that makes him slow down slightly, lets his anger subsided until it’s only simmering as his nose scrunches up and he decides it will be easier to just focus on Zero’s face for this talk. Eventually rounding in front of the other to stop them in their tracks. “That is disgusting.”Jabbing a finger at the stains littering his fellow members’ jacket and hands, not wanting to think where they came from. But it was Zero, he was sure to hear in detail about the latest killing soon enough. “And where the fuck have you been?”

ah.. zero really should’ve figured that they were going to run into the other at some point in time, it was inevitable after all. not that they were putting it off or anything. just waiting. the young giggles though, holding their bloody hand up again and smearing it on the side of their neck this time instead to bask in the delight of seeing minho uncomfortable. that was the funny thing about people.. the surprising nature. the way their second in command didn’t like blood ; yet helped command a gang. “you think this is disgusting, you should take a walk down disaster alley back there and see the carnage.” they stick their tongue out teasingly, taunting him almost. “i’ve been.. on a boat. a plane. a train. a car. a bus. a ferry. oh, a horse maybe?” they laugh, though there’s a surprising bite to it this time. “mind your own fuckin’ business, you aren’t my carer.”

❝        i  knew  i  could  smell  something  foul  .     ❞      a  chuckle  trailed  off  as  changmin  pushed  themselves  off  the  hood  of  their  car  where  they  had  been  resting  ,  having  been  midst  taking  the  licence  plate  off  a  car  he  had  been  eyeing  for  months ;  a  red  bmw  which  purred  with  its  delightful  engine  ;  which  was  why  they  had  wanted  it  in  the  first  place .  it  was  selfish  ,  of  course  ,  since  this  was  not  even  gang - related  business ,  changmin  simply  liked  pretty  things ,  and  that  included  trimmed  engines .      ❝        you  are  far  from  home ,  kiddo .       ❞    they  added ,  throwing  the  licence  plate  on  the  ground  before  kicking  it  to  the  side ,  hearing  it  clutter  against  various  metal  objects  in  the  distance .   ❝        is  it  yours ,  or  someone  else’s  ?       ❞   they  questioned ,  glancing  briefly  at  the  blood  on  the  other’s  jacket .  

zero frowns, face twisting in displeasure at the words because well.. how fucking rude, huh? think he didn’t have ears or something, that what this was? the boy huffs quietly, staring at the other as they approached and frankly, zero didn’t feel like he had time for this. was he busy? hell no. but time for dealing with an apparent asshole? nah, not much time for that unless he was gonna kill them-- now that was a fun thought. scratch that. maybe he did have time for it. “kiddo? long way from being a kid, buddy.” he raised a brow at the license plate too, but honestly he couldn’t give a shit. “nah, dead fucker back there. could be yours too, soon. bet your blood’d look pretty splatter all nicely against that car.”

heyhey!! so my ass has completely forgotten how to do intros, but i’m here either way to try and do just that! so i’m admin kat! howdy! i’m like the dumb support side of the admin team trying her best and forgetting she’s supposed to do smthing 100% of the time-- but regardless of that, i’m bringing you all my crazy and messed up piece of shit baby, zero! he is the medic for enigma.. and a wild ride.

so under the cut i’m gonna be posting some lil summary points about him, but if you wanna plot then hit that like button but i’ll also be probably popping into everyone’s im’s over the course of the night! ( which also, i may disappear over some of tonight, but i’ll be lurking ).

also this is his bio, his profile and his pinterest!

also tws: torture, human experimentation, death, drugs, self harm