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S A N G K I 

             — Bentley’s brows knitted together as she kneeled down and looked at dying woman's face, her lips pursing as she seemingly mocked her last moments. The woman was a worker, climbing a ladder to fix a light on the upper wall of the park - it would appear to everyone else as an accidental fall but Bentley would know the truth. “Did you fall?” She asked with a small chuckle, “That bench must have broken your fall…” Her eyes looked up at the ledge where the light still had yet to be fixed, “That was a pretty big fall, no one is around either.” Hugging her knees she continued to watch as the woman died, “Shame no one could call for some help, right?” A noise in the shadows caught her attention, placing her chin in her palm she fell silent ready to jump up at the next sound in the direction of the sound. 

A noise once again, causing her to jump to her feet and skitter across the pavement in the direction. Bentley was quick, always had been - agility was more her thing then her brothers. “Can I help you with something?” She questioned the stranger, a male - her head tilted to the side as a smile crept across her lips. “Curious? Dumb? Careless?” Her thumb shifted over the pocketknife attached to her hip just under her jacket. “Tick tock my friend.” 

Sleepless nights makes you discover the world’s worst secrets. It’s just as if you’re daydreaming and most of those images you get to see are terrifying nightmares.A horrible crime commited in front of the boy’s eyes, but it wasn’t the main thing why he felt frightened. Just the thought of him being no different than the murderer caused the view to be harder to stand;making him retch, as he shuts his eyes as tight as it was possible.

He could’ve run right away. It’s not that he didn’t try to;his muscles were so stiff;he barely could keep the balance. His hand hooking over the belt, ready to pull out the weapon in a critical moment. It’d be a lie to say that Sangki wasn’t surprised by that tiny girl standing in front of him. He couldn’t help musing over the picture of the stranger and her acting.  “I didn’t mean to disturb you. Go on. Do your things, whatever they are.” he shrugged off the questions with the raise of both eyebrows.

“Hi....Long time no see.”He was  almost out of breath,but tried to keep the control of his voice, although it wasn’t easy at all. The words came out a bit rushed;eyes blinking every so often as if to mask how he felt in the reality. There’s no turn back time and the smile on his face made it even more awkward than the situation really was itself. It was one of the million times when the boy definitelly had no other choice , but to put on some acting skills.  so that these people who were chasing after him, would eventually give up on their plans, seeing him around another person.

╔ Safety. That’s it. You’re my new safety. ╝

replies: @mvxnn (x seita) @scarletxaya(x ai)

starters: @rcsilienthearts @revenantics @mvxnn (--plotted) If i’ve missed out something,please let me know, since it’s been pretty hard to keep the track on everything lately. [+] I’m getting back to Korea tomorrow, so up until I’ll set up the schedules for this year, i’ll be a little slow. [+] (still)   Feel free to like this post if you want a starter in the nearest future. for plotting & chatting come to discord:  streetkey#6097 for quicker replies (just tell me who you are, and you’re welcomed); slower option– /points at IM/

                                      Something ; she repeats in her mind , finding the response interesting at least. But she had first approached the man without a second thought , sensing the cloud of dread that seemed to float above him. She was still getting accustomed to living here ; on earth. Being human and getting used to the other’s around her. But still , she couldn’t help being drawn to those in distress. Wishing she could possibly offer what she could to them. Out of habit she glanced towards the sky , focusing on the pale white of the moon that disappeared just behind a wave of clouds. Spilling a hoard of snowflakes that fluttered to the surface. ❛ I’m sure if you told me , I could help. ❜ She offers , smiling faintly before pulling her scarf tighter around her neck. Finding comfort in the faint scent of roses that fills her nostrils. ❛ I’ve been told i’m quite good at finding things. If you’ll let me help. ❜

Hesitation pulls by, and a couple minutes of rather impolite ignorance passes by, before his minds gathers,finding it the most rational to accept someone’s kindness at least for once, otherwise he could’ve wasted another night on pointless,lonesome wanderings “a pocket knife” he blurted out shortly; voice lowering ,almost trailing off the further he goes with his explanation “i’ve dropped it around here” he couldn’t detect anything suspicious in her action, nonetheless he moved cautiously,not even intending to get out of his comfort zone by drawing himself nearer to the female. Hands locked behind the back of his neck as his gaze follows hers, eventually settling up,observing the dirty clouds floating on the night sky. He barely spoke, puzzling over  the possible solutions that were petering out of his mind the darker it was getting;a helpless sigh breaks the period of silence “nevermind. i’ll wait until the morning. Will be easier to find it.”

as he got back in the club, he was getting himself a drink and sipping on it at this point until there was a hand on his shoulder, turning him around and he ends up spilling his drink on his himself, now looking at his shirt he then looks at the other with a glare. “excuse me but can you like.. not be like that, i was just drinking besides i’m not into guys so you can just go.” enoch was drunk and clearly with this attitude he would get a fist in the face. “am i out of my mind? what do you mean- i’m just partying dude, so leave me alone.” he pushed his hand off his shoulder.

“maybe you should go find someone else to bother with.” the guy seemed to look so familiar, but he couldn’t figure out who it was and if only he would know who it was, obviously being the guy who he gave attitude to.

 both of sangki’s eyebrows rising slightly at the comment; hands automatically hiding in the pockets as he takes a quick  glance at the other; he got to realize it’s going to be an aimless conversation leading to nowhere--it was even worse than speaking to a wall;it’s better to be left without the answer , than with the tattle of nonsense he’s just heard , but he had to continue either way  ❛If you think that anyone could ever get attracted to such a drunken asshole, i’m sorry to be the one to disappoint you... ❛ he sneered as well as his response dripped with a mockery,though his voice stays extravagantly serene regardless of his frustration   ❛---by the way ❛  he paused montioning at the other’s dirty shirt  ❛ it serves you right. hope it will never wash off,ever....and also---would be just perfect if your cloth was at least half of the price of my mp4 that you’ve just destroyed. Still , you gotta’ pay for it anyway, so.....”  he cuts off here, extending one of his arms;palm tilting upwards awaiting for the recompensation and the merest flicker of a smirk flitting across his face  “let’s solve it right now, and go separate ways ”

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he was now sitting on the cold ground, freezing his ass off but that didn’t bother him, since well– obviously he was drunk and under other things for sure. His friends were laughing at him as he had a hard time staying still, almost falling onto his side he just lets out a laugh.

it took a while when he was sobering up, finally taking in the scenery around him, blinking and yawning he finally got up, dusting his ass from the dirt he started to make his way back into the club but as he was just entering in he ends up bumping against someone and with that enoch just sent him a death glare, yes he was being rude but he was also drunk and he was ready to fight.

ignoring the other he just bumped against he made his way back inside, trying to find his friends, hoping they didn’t leave him there alone.

On a daily basis Sangki would shrug off the thought of jumping back at the drunken male as he perfectly knew what alcohol can do with people;making annoying kids, being even harder to stand. they’re always a waste of time he was running out of,moreover they’re barely even able to fight properly. he’d rather use his skills against a decent opponent,not just a tipsy brat who’s looking for a chidlish quarrel, yet he couldn’t help a rush of anger flooding him after that incident,  as soon as he spotted his mp4 smashed  into the pieces all over the ground. It must’ve slipped out of his pocket whenever the other bumped into him. eyes widened imediately while he kneeled down to pick up the leftovers, though he gave up right after noticing there’s nothing more to save. It’s a trash; he’s been working so hard just to buy it, spending over a year on the street performances. ❛ oh no no---you must be kidding.... ❛  a rush of  words slipped out between the hectic laughter,before he gets up and literally barges inside of the club. Gaze flicked over the place, and despite of the crowd it didn’t take much effort to find the meandering culprit. hand reaching out to grasp his shoulder and, by using a little force ,turn him around afterwards. ❛ Are you out of your mind?  ❛ 

Starter for @sangkix !

     Deep groans fill the empty air of an abandoned warehouse, long limbs covered in dark fabric stretching above a messy head of curls, and hazel eyes gaze at the ceiling above.  Why anyone would give up such a large space always confused Thythus.  He wondered what was manufactured here before, all traces of leftover bits seeming to have been scavenged and looted by any and everyone who decided to break into the building–the broken window an obvious sign.

     But people like himself had since learned that the warehouse was under a new “ownership,” Thythus had settled himself in the emptiness, taking one of the offices as his own quarters and letting the rest be used as a gathering spot.  He didn’t care what they did here–as long as there wasn’t a body for him to clean up at least.  Call him soft, but knowing what others had been through, especially those in situations close to his, it made him want to help out, want to give people a place to lay their head when it was raining and cold (though there wasn’t much heat to be found in the old building other than some blankets Thythus had managed to snatch).

     Though others used it for any number of reasons, he’s seen the drug deals that go on in the shadows, seen the prostitutes brought in with their Johns and spoken with the runaway kids that manage to worm their way into the building, always guiding them and helping them however he can.  Faces grew familiar, real names never were given, and the crimes committed in these rooms never spoken about.  But it wasn’t to say he was friends with everyone that crossed his path; he had fought many of them before, those who challenged his “ownership” and thought that someone so young couldn’t possibly have created such a space for delinquents and homeless to gather, though many were shut down quickly, either by Thythus’ own hand or one of those he had helped numerous times before.

     Those thoughts always circled through the Drutite’s mind, but he never questioned if he did the right thing; he knew he had.  A tongue peeks from his lips to run across the gouge on his lip, memories of the crimes he had committed on Oitera still so fresh–though he was glad to be away from there, to be away from slave owners, to be away from those judgemental Tronene and humans that thought themselves too good for a Drutite, yet none knew what he was here.  He wanted to leave it behind, to leave that appearance behind as much as he could except for behind closed doors when his body and mind were too exhausted to focus on changing his appearance; in truth, he was scared of what these humans would think of him if they saw the way horns split the skin on his head, if they saw the demonic side of him.  He worried if he would become exiled in his own haven he had created.

      But it was a rap at the door, metal, yet hollow sounding as it permeated the air and snapped Thythus from his thoughts, that had the horns disappearing.  With a groan, he sat up, hands grabbing at boots and slipping them on while the knocking became more frequent–more anxious.

     “Calm the fuck down, I’m coming.”

╔✍ I've never thought i’d call it you home.. Home sweet home. So sweet it makes me want to stay  throw up. I’ve never asked you for help, why did you even(....)?╝

A sudden, sharp noise echoed across the dark,empty street, It was the moment when Sangki realised that he was outwitted. Though he’d never expect it happening, they were clearly keeping a track on him from the beginning of the day up until the sun gets covered by a smoky coat of clouds,waiting for the exact moment to catch him from behind;waiting for the moment he’d be more than sure that no one is able to erase him;the moment he’d feel safe. It was a trap. Perfectly planned revenge for the murder which he commited 3 years ago. They wouldn’t let it go so easily;after all his father was previously considered as a head of the gang, and without him things started to be more complicated than ever for rest of the members.

One shot;the bullet precisely pierced Sangki’s back, penetrating through his body. Blurry flashes of his whole life appeared one after another, right in front of his dim eyes ,which leisurely began to tear up, not only at the thought of dying;the pain was unendurable —though he experienced a lot in the past, there wasn’t any other sufferance he could compare it to. Million memories and among those almost none he could be proud about. It felt like everything is heading towards the end and there’s nothing except of the eternal run--attempt to escape from the reality & the knowledge that he was basically dead since the nightmare began. He was deadly destroyed. Now his life was reaching towards the final episode, yet in a horrifying slow motion as if to make Sangki pay for his sins with the painful penance. He wasn’t ready to leave this world, neither could he accept the fact that he lost the fight. 

❛ We're locked in (...) d a m n. ❛

❛ This is the last time I do it for you(...)you’ll owe me a huge favour, though, so think twice before i’ll actually start.❛

a starter for @sangkix​  ✧

                                      ❛ Were you looking for something ? ❜

╔ ✍There are two different types of voices -- your own (sneaky and basically too loud for your sensitive ears to stand. i hate it...) plus the sounds coming from the outside of your world (you should muffle them before they’d dig into your mind for good, messing up your point of view on life. If you want to avoid any relations,whether they’re bad or beautiful & meaningful to you,  pass by-- ignore (...)So why i’ve spoken to her at ease, as if her voice has been an exception?╝ 

sangki didn’t even raise his head at the sudden question coming from the female. he kept on straying around the area;staring hollow-eyed at the glary drifts of snow. he lost it, he dropped it while trying to escape, and there’s no way he’d find anything on the ground tightly covered with the white sheets. ❛Something that is more valuable than both of our lifes mixed altogether  ❛he answered.  the words almost slured among the buzz of the busy streets. he didn’t bother to repeat, though. if she wanted to, she would hear, no matter how quiet he’d remain, at least that’s what he thought.  ❛If you’ll see anything specific here by any chance,let me know right away. I live nearby. You’ll get to see me pretty often, probably. ❛  he hesitated for a moment before letting his gaze slip higher to reach the girl’s features, attempting to memorise her as much precisely as it's possible for his eagle eyes. ╔ ✍Up until the last second of standing next to her, I didn’t know how to say that the thing i was looking for was(....)extremely dangerous , for both,myself, and those around me. Now that i lost it, i don’t feel safe anymore. ╝

          starter call — accepting ..*:･ﾟ「 @sangkix

             "here’s the guest room. you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like!” micah’s beaming smile made his eyes into crescent moons. it was genuine. something he was learning to do little more with each day. “this space is too big for just jedai and me anyways.” he didn’t add that it wasn’t always just the two of them. there was once jem, but death took hold of him too soon. micah and jedai had different approaches to dealing with grief. micah was was throwing all of himself into his craft– art and music. spending more time supporting with art therapy programs and volunteering for workshops. overall trying to find ways to heal without being destructive. jedai was the opposite. jedai’s approach to grief was aggressive and violent– mainly taking on the form of self-inflicted harm. micah had to confiscate and lock up all sharp objects. it pissed jedai off, but micah wasn’t going to let the temptation of relapse be so easily within reach for jedai. ( and on some of the ‘darker days’, for himself as well. micah’s been keeping up his clean streak, but relapse was always a possibility even for him. ) jedai was rarely home these days, which concerned micah. but micah knew that the boy also needed space.

             it was during one of micah’s trips to the arts market that he met sangki. that was the day micah saw sangki perform on the streets. micah’s watched a lot of dance performances throughout his life. but there was something so emotionally powerful and inspiring about sangki’s dance. you can’t be taught that. you either have it in you or you don’t. watching sangki helped micah forget that he was having one of his ‘darker days.’ he couldn’t help but approach the young man to open up conversation. one thing led to another, and well– here they were.

             “also— i’m sorry if you ever walk out of the house with some glitter on you. i tend to use it a lot when i’m making things for kids. or even if it’s not for kids. ‘cause glitter’s awesome.” micah shrugged a shoulder with an easy laugh. “you hungry, dude? i was thinking about making dinner. but if you’ve got plans, that’s totally cool.”

❛ Did you ever imagine having the ability of reading people’s minds? ❛

❛ I've stolen it.. just as you've assumed. ❛