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She could feel the heat of anger bubbling right under the surface at the same time that iron filled her mouth. She'd already been having a bad night as it was but with some asshole putting his hands on her? She could feel some part of her break and she spit the blood pooling in her mouth at the guys feet and pushed herself past the people who'd she been entertaining. Fuck. She hates these people. She hates this place. She hates everything.

The sound of metal door being slammed open causes a loud boom in the alleyway but she didn't give a fuck who might be startled in the streets or woken up from the apartments not too far from there. She finds herself leaning against the hard concrete wall, little bits of it digging into her skin, as she wipes her lip with a cloth she'd grabbed earlier. There is a harsh sting that comes from it but she doesn't pay it any mind. It's not like it's the first time or the last.

Everyone seemed to be entitled to do whatever they wanted to her.

When her shoulders rise and fall in a deep sigh, she immediately fishes for her pack of cigarettes that are in her money bag that had been slung over her shoulder. Her fingers are shaking when she finally brings one of them to her lips, eyes cutting away as she felt someone else there. Lots of people walked through her to cut through to the other street but this was someone a little more familiar and that mix of anxiety and annoyance suddenly surges. "If you're here to finally kill me, you've picked a great time."

tawan had a point, her baby brother is a full grown adult and could make all the terrible decisions that he wanted and learn from said terrible decisions. however, when it came to decisions that involved a certain ex of his that broke nikon's heart to pieces, chandara felt that she - as nikon's older sister - should step in and try to stop this so called reconciliation between them from happening. though, if nikon was genuinely serious about mending things with his ex-boyfriend, she could potentially ruin the relationship she has with her baby brother if she did anything too drastic.

"you have a point," the hygienist answers, a slight smirk appearing on her lips as she stands a few feet away with her arms crossed and right hip cocked as she studied him. he still carried the same casual arrogance that pissed her off from when nikon first introduced him. however, there seemed to be something different about tawan that she can't quite put her finger on and can't determine whether that is a good or bad thing. "however, as his older sister, i worry about him and his decisions sometimes. i am sure you would do the same for your sibling and try to protect them as best as you can."

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

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⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

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🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

0145H 06/21 - Playlist now: Spira Unplugged.

I have not written anything in awhile. Layla said I should write something down so that my impulsive ass would not get the best of me. I am writing. I am writing because for once I don't know what to think of Seyoon now. I saw him, with a gun? a dead body? I don't know if it was a fever dream or was it reality. To be fair, it was raining. What am I supposed to think? I don't know what to think. Who should I get an answer from? Seyoon himself? I... don't know if I should meet him. Am I scared? No I am not but I know that this is not the right time to meet him somehow but then again what will be the right time? Okay, damn. Layla's idea makes me write more than I have ever done this week but yeah. I should text Seyoon. I should. I really should. As much as it scares me I think I should.

"I think it looks a lot worse than it really is. I didn't lose that much blood." She offers this in her usual calm cadence, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She'd been in a lot more trouble tonight than she typically was, having run into a group of people who had some words they wanted to exchange with her. That's what she got for trying to break into mob controlled buildings for the fifth night in the last two weeks. She figured she'd eventually find some people but she didn't expect a group.

She'd booked it out of there the moment she turned the hall and had seen what was waiting for her. She was slight and a bit short but she'd gotten really good at running away and was able to get away from them. Not before cutting her palms and knees after throwing herself up and over a giant gate after one of the guys had gotten a slice in on her arm...that was still bleeding from between her fingers as she put pressure to it.

Oh well, at least she wasn't dead. Right? "Good news is I didn't get any on your carpet." It's almost like her consolation prize as she holds her arm over the edge of their bathtub, which she is currently sitting on the rim of. "The bad news is if you watch me give myself stitches, you might get sick. It's not a pretty sight."

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The summer festival was approaching at a pace that - to Hua Yongqi - felt quite worrisome. She'd been tasked with making sure it was safe, so her entire division was hard at work trying to find any potential danger zone - be it to find where the construction of the stage and decorations could need reinforcements or where to safely store fireworks, even down to checking which sectors of the main street had to be kept away from lanterns and the likes, not to cause a fire. She'd had lost so much sleep over this that when it finally came time to actually start the festival, she was exhausted and half-awake during her guard.

The first screams of people around her escaped the young Captain as she dismissed them, thinking it was just the normal ruckus of a few people that got into wine a little too early and started fighting among themselves. When the screams did not stop, that's when she realised something was off. "A riot--!" She exclaimed and jumped off her horse, rushing toward the sound of the turmoil, which was already looking to be bigger than anything she could deal with alone. She whistled, hoping her troops would understand, but it would take time for them to join her. It was only by the corner of her eye that she saw a young lady, dressed in elegant clothes, running next to her, an expression that was somewhere between determination and delight. Yongqi did not stop, but looking toward the girl, she simply exclaimed. "Young Lady, I ask of you to stay back, this will be dangerous, and I cannot guarantee you will be safe!"