On Your Left

“How did you get into photography?”

“Is it more like a hobby or a job or-?”

“You said you can handle yourself, what skills do you have?”

“Why the hell would you voluntarily sign up to die and/or kill people?” 

“Was it worth it all?” 

“Why do you come and watch fights at  the Crimson Ring?” 

“How does your power work again?”

@eunji-ph

Chanyeol was a bit thrown back when a young and beautiful woman came to talk to him after his fight. He was even more surprised when he recognized her, the young woman who won the Jindallae Tournament three years ago. Champions really didn’t come into the void zones much, honestly why would they when they can just live in luxury for killing everyone else who participates? Maybe Chanyeol was a bit judgmental of those who participated in the games, and it probably showed on his face as he just stared down at her for a while. 

This day was just getting odder and odder, a beautiful woman showing up at the Crimson Ring for him, a Champion no less, and they are asking him for his help. Raising an eyebrow he’s fairly interested now as she wants his help. That’s something new and exciting that doesn’t happen every day. Wincing a bit as the medic started to tend to his wounds, he kept his eyes on the young woman, still curious about the whole ordeal. 

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

It was really interesting to see someone snapping photography shots around the slums, really there was nothing fancy to capture in a moment of time. Then again not all pictures were meant to be beautiful, maybe this woman was trying to get a realistic point of view across, let people know the reality of what they had to live in day in and day out. It sort of reminded him of people who took war pictures or disaster pictures to educate the public on what’s going on, because more people would probably respond better to visual images, reading was just too hard. 

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

@phxljm

Park Chanyeol had finally found the power that completely took him over rather than him taking it over. The match was the most spectacular spectacle that anyone had ever saw that the Crimson Ring. Chanyeol’s opponent was a man with Berserker Physiology and as soon as he laid a hand on him, Chanyeol was able to mimic that power. What he didn’t realize was that with Berserker Physiology, if you haven’t learned to master it, you completely succumb to it, meaning all rationality is tossed out the window. Chanyeol had no control over his emotions or actions, he was on a complete path towards destruction that did not stop with his opponent. Once he had taken down the original owner of the Berserker Physiology, he did didn’t stop at just him, he started to move out of the ring, trying to get to anyone else he could find. 

Of course this was not safe for the patrons that actively came to watch the fights, so the rest of the boxers and fighters came to try and take him down, try to calm him down. Although they were able to keep him in the ring, it seemed like Chanyeol wouldn’t be calming down anytime soon. Fortunately there was someone in the audience that new a guy that could help. 

@phxmyungsoo​

Chanyeol had been running short on free time lately with the Jindallae Tournament coming sometime this month all sorts of kids and adults had been signing up to fight in the Crimson Ring as practice, meaning that Chanyeol was overbooked and worked for fights. He had nearly lost too, nearly being the key word, but because of that he was definitely suffering from sore muscles and bruised tissue, not to mention he was pretty sure the last kid to got his nose really busted it up. He wasn’t looking forward to screaming in pain in front of everyone setting it back in place, so he decided he’d just do it at home. 

Glancing down at his watch it was getting pretty late, really he didn’t have time to do anything other than patch himself up, maybe run an ice cold bath and then go to bed. That seemed to be his normal routine as of lately. Really though he had this one...project he wanted to complete, that he’s been trying to complete for just about two years now, but with little free time, it’s still something he’s been putting on the back burner. Maybe he’d be able to look around more when the tournaments happen, everyone is interested in watching so he really didn’t have much work to do. Hopefully that time will come soon enough. Sighing softly he ran a hand through his hair, wincing softly with a yawn. 

@phxkuro

Chanyeol had just finished with one of his fights, honestly it wasn’t that exciting, it was just a kid who was in too over his head to realize it. It’s ‘wins’ like these that got under Chanyeol’s skin the most, these kids were so young and so full of anger and hate that they thought that fighting was the only way out. That the Jindallae Tournament was going to solve all their problems, naive little kids. They had a better chance of dying than winning, and if they did win? Who said life was going to be any better? Maybe you get some perks, but was that really worth killing everyone to survive? To survive in a situation you voluntarily put yourself in the first place? He hoped that him knocking these kids around gave them a sense of reality, after all if they couldn’t beat him in a fight, what made them think they were going to be the next Jindallae Tournament Champion?  

Lost in his own minor inner rant he almost didn’t notice Kuro walk in looking rather sulky. Another kid that broke his heart, a girl who fought, but not for the Jindallae Tournament like the rest of them. He didn’t understand her much, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to take care of her and protect her. “Yah!” He called out as she got closer, he noticed all the cuts and bruises on her form, this kid skipping out on after care again. “Did you walk off again without taking care of your wounds? You’re going to get them infected one day I swear.” He says with a scowl, ignoring his own wounds that he was supposed to be dressing to focus on hers. “Come here,” He says tilting his head at the bench he was sitting on, first aid kid sprawled out in front of him.