#033player

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

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The game had left him a bloody mess this time, his face stained by a crimson shade but not of his own making but of another that he was forced to sacrifice in order to survive this hellish game. He hears the words of Player 33 and nods silently as they walk back to the communal area together. After what had happened, he didn't want to go to the men's washroom, not wanting to be bothered by any confrontations from any others who would seek to annoy him and rile him up. Lashing out was not in his playbook, and he didn't want anyone to see that side of him. He wanted to keep his stoic facade for a while longer.

Cherie had been strangely close to him, he wasn't sure whether to trust her but after this game in particular he felt like having someone close, an ally to call upon would be better than just going at it alone. That was after all what everyone else was doing, perhaps he and her could do it more discreetly. He had saved a bottle of water at his bunk and takes her over with him and sits down, taking a sip from it before handing it to her.

"i told you already," she says through gritted teeth, voice tight with annoyance. sae-byeok feels lightheaded still, that rush of adrenaline ebbing away — leaving in its wake the rapid-beating heart, the sweat-sticky skin, cooling now to uncomfortable clamminess. fatigue will set in soon, as the rush of energy drains from her muscles, leaving her sore and aching, and her mind less equipped to field the pestering of the other players.

player 033 has a look to her, one sae-byeok cannot place. whatever it is, there's a needling sense that the other woman isn't just looking for simple kinship here. not in this place, as both bodies and won continue to fall.

that triggers something inside him . the same set of words uttered through the most embarrassing moments of his life , covered in blood and bruises - he did wear red the best on his skin , that's for sure . becoming a recruiter wasn't as easy as losing the title , to come here and listen to a nobody tell him he looks pretty when he's bleeding through his arm . one hand grips it tight , refusing to let the marine guy take a look at it and settling for doing it himself . until player 033 comes along , and stares at him ; he had to take his shirt off and tear the cloth apart to wrap it around his arm . is that what she's talking about ? it'd be less boring if she meant the blood , and not his bare torso . ‘ do i ? ‘ wounded animal , breathless with agony . the salesman , yejun , finally looks up at the young girl with a strained grin . sweat had made beads on his forehead , cheekbone glinting slightly with it . ‘ you can get off to it , i'm sure you're having fun . ‘ the same man who got them into this mess , not facing the possibility of bleeding out ? isn't that why they say karma is a nasty bitch ? the bullet wasn't stuck in his body , thanks to fuck , but it grazed his arm when the soldier shot a player near him . the first game was finished and yejun felt like he was going to pass out . how the hell was he supposed go get through the rest of the games like this ? it's the worst time to recall his memories , so he focuses on the throbbing of pain that shoots through his limb and keeps his head low with eyes closed .

* dialogue starters. accepting

Looks around to make sure it was to her. Smiles like a dork. Plays w her hair. 💕