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( * her first response is to let out a mix between a snort and a scoff, and when laughter--almost embarrassed in nature, but genuine all the same--bubbles in the back of her throat, she swallows it immediately.  guilt looms, the kind she can't let herself sink into; so instead, the girl idly zooms in and out of his face--his ridiculously nice face, one she misses with the rest of the school and the pretence of normality it holds--don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry--before replying ) 

( * she’d felt it, the vibrating pulse of her phone, clenched all too tightly in cold fingers.  but time is strange, skipping and slowing and bizarre intervals for those haunted in wake, haunted in sleep; dully, she realises she probably should’ve sooner.  oops ) … ( * squints, searching ) 

For hyuna, it was just another ordinary day at the coffee shop. With her long black locks tied behind her, her apron tied around her waist and a smile plastered on her face, she worked. And when hyuna worked, it was for long hours. It was amazing hyuna found any time to sleep, between spending all day at the shop and all night either drinking or tracking. But she managed comfortably, finding she didn’t need many hours of sleep to function perfectly. She was fortunate in this way. Three to four hours was all she needed and she was off.

The heat of the day did nothing to deter customers from piling into the tiny shop to get their iced coffees and pastries to curb their mid-morning hunger. A common stop for many on their way to work, La Fleur was busy from the time it opened to the time it closed. Hyuna found that customers particularly enjoyed the open feel the shop had due to all the windows. Sitting on the third floor of some larger building, it actually offered a nice view of the city, making it a popular choice amongst both Koreans and foreigners. The tables closest to the window were especially popular.

jinri practically tears her blankets away from her laying form, slipping out of the bed with quick feet and drinking in the sites of the unfamiliar room with narrowed, scrutinising eyes.  

where am i? 

she is well aware of the fact that her current location was a dorm room, one that held another occupant--a dormant body in the bed a less than a few metres from her own (???), but it was entirely different from the ones she had been staying in until now; this is what utterly perplexed her.

"wonshik?" the woman murmurs, voice both small and apprehensive.  the shoulder's of the person were undoubtedly too small to belong to the man she had mentioned, but foolishly, childishly, she had hoped for a response that would've indicated familiarity.  maybe even comfort.  

the brunette is quick to dismiss her thoughts--survival on her mind--exiting the room with one last backwards glance; she doesn't know if she should be disappointed by the fact that the face--though nameless--was familiar or not, for the sight provides her with nothing.  

taking hurried steps down the dormitory halls, jinri attempts to gather her thoughts.  from what she could last remember, the school had flushed and shook itself out, yet now, everything looked not only dry and in one piece, but different.  completely different.  

running a hand through her hair frustratedly, a pulse of cool realisation shoots from her fingertips to her self's central--what had happened to her hair?  fingers attempt to clutch and lengths that were no longer there, her right hand rests momentarily on her now bare forehead.  she was no longer wearing her uniform either.  even she herself was different, utterly and completely different.

what does this mean?

...

ah, whatever.  she rolls her shoulders before beginning to jog out of the dorm, legs extending to break into a run the moment she reaches the outside.  jinri didn't know when things would really start, but had already decided that she'd rather be in a group of large people when they did--being alone could mean her blood on the ground this time; and frankly, if a fucked up flood and earthquake had been a prelude to the events, she didn't want to imagine what was surely coming next.  

running, running, running--why was everything so different?!--the woman opts to take a sharp turn, hoping to reach a more common area.

( *more?  there was more?  if she wasn’t so swayed, she’d be able to appreciate how nice it was to freak out over something so mundane, but in the world of flustered thoughts and hesitance, such gratitude was no where to be found.  just frustration. ) cool.  i have to be cool.  ice cold. ( *!!! ) 

( *fingers hover over her keyboard, brows furrow as she remembers something )

( txt ) ahn jaehun….. ( txt ) ….. since you seem to have been eating out of an anthology or something, sure ( ｡･_･｡)人(｡･_･｡ )

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your forehead as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of thermal manipulation, and must follow the guidelines below :

must have a preexisting source of temperature change nearby for use (i.e. a refrigerator, air conditioning, a heater, hot breath of a nearing monster).

may not freeze or burn target (form literal ice or flames).