the city is large and sprawling and though zitao has thrown himself into its swarm more than once, he finds it both hard to believe and traverse. his errand is a simple one--he wants to see a phone booth, romantic, red and tall. the countless amount of films and dramas he had spent his time in captivity watching carried many a scene featured around the structures, and so finding one and taking a... uh... what was the term for it again? selpho (self + photo)? selsho (self + shot)? selca, yes, selca near one was a necessity.

even if he didn't have anyone back home to show it to. home.

zitao rolls his shoulders, growing uneasy the further he walks into the city. so far, all the male has seen is payphones--they were not the same thing, just shams, shams!--and it begins to grate on his optimism. maybe finding one alone wasn't as easy as he had originally thought. it takes him only moments to convince himself to approach a stranger, petite and raven haired. timidly, he taps on her shoulder, backing up immediately and dropping his hands to prove he was no threat whatsoever.

coughs.

Hyuna was fake to her core. Two faced was a perfect way to describe her and she knew it. But she didn’t care much about the opinions of others anyway. All she cared about was their possible usefulness. Were they rich? Influential? Mutant? If she could foresee a future where she could possibly need them to benefit her in some way, well they would see a very kind side of hyuna. But if they were deemed useless, then she was completely okay with them knowing the cruel, cold-heart truth of her personality.

Unless she was at work. She needed the cover job too much to be herself while she was there. And so, as she stood behind the counter of the tiny coffee shop, her eyes flicked from person to person lazily, trying to read which ones she should try to befriend. But today, she had to admit, she simply didn’t care enough to scope out potentially helpful allies. And sure, today could be the day where the most amazing mutant walked into her shop and she would be missing that opportunity. But she didn’t care. For the most part, hyuna didn’t need all that much help.

hyuna wasn’t the exploring type. if she had to go somewhere unfamiliar, she always had her phone out so she could look at a map. she didn’t like being lost or just exploring. her time was too valuable for that.

unfortunately, hyuna had somehow managed to forget her phone at home today. and she was hopelessly lost. most of the city was well known to hyuna, considering how much time she spent living on its streets. but her memory was not perfect, and the places that she rarely visited in her later years were fuzzy in her mind. she turned down random side alleys she thought she remembered only to find herself more lost than before. and no one she ran into looked like they would be willing to help her.

and by that she meant she had run into one man who, when she approached him, tried to rape her. his body was now lying, discarded, in some side alley. but that wasn’t her problem, he should have tried to rape her.

hyuna had never cared much for flowers. they were too much of a romantic gesture for her to be interested in them. not to mention they died after a few days in water and got their petals everywhere. they were a huge mess than hyuna rarely liked dealing with. and for a period in her life, she always had bouquets littering her home. so much so that visitors had got the impression that she enjoyed flowers. in actuality, she just had a publicly listed address and some very creepy suitors. she had since had her name stricken from phone books because she didn’t want to cover her house in mismatched flowers anymore. not to mention that despite her hatred of flowers, hyuna hated throwing away a live bouquet.

so, when she received a bouquet of carnations on her doorstep on day, with absolutely no note attached, she as furiously. she angrily shoved the flowers into a vase, filled it with water, and tossed on a pair of shoes. the flowers did indicate their origin on them and hyuna intended to find this shop. if she pressed the owner enough, she was sure she could find out the culprit who send her their awful flowers.

she didn’t even like carnations.

a map of busan told her that the store wasn’t too far from her, only one subway stop from her house. making her way their quickly, hyuna stormed into the store, bouquet wrapping in hand. she was fortunate to find that no one else was in the shop at the moment. stomping to the counter where a timid looking young boy was standing, hyuna slammed the plastic wrapping with the stores name on it on the counter. “i demand to know who send me flowers,” she snapped, looking at the boy with dangerous eyes.

“i-i can’t tell you. if the sender chose to stay anonymous, we have to respect that choice,” he stammered clearly terrified of hyuna. in one swift motion, she was over the counter and shoving the boy into the back room where she pushed him against the wall. shoving her forefinger under his chin she slowly pushed her claw out of her finger and into the soft flesh of his chin. her eyes flashed their dangerous yellow as the scratches on her cheeks took form.

“are you sure you can’t tell me? are you willing to give your life for this?” she hissed, glaring at him. she could see him sweating heavily, as fear took hold of him. “y-you won’t k-kill me,” he stuttered out. like lightening, hyuna sent her claw out, killing him instantly. she retracted it, letting the body hit the floor. she intended to just look through the records herself when the ringing of the bell on the door alerted her. she quickly pulled the apron off her victim and finding it had no blood on it, tied it on herself and hurried out front with a broad smile.

hyuna’s favorite pass time, aside from killing people, was drinking. and she drank nearly every night she wasn’t on the job. some would call her an alcoholic. but she liked to remind herself that she could easily stop whenever she wanted to, seeing how she stopped at the drop of a hat when her line of work called. not to mention she hadn’t spent a dime on alcohol her entire life. pretty girls got free things in life, which was a universal truth hyuna had learned when she was still very young.

tonight was just another display of this rule in action. like most nights, hyuna had taken residence in one of the barstools at some sleazy bar. surrounding her were numerous average looking men, none of whom really appealed to her. but, they were paying for her to get drunk, hoping they’d get lucky, so she would allow them to hover around her until she found someone she deemed good enough for her time. hyuna cared about all of one thing when it came to other people: their usefulness. so if they had a wallet full of cash, hyuna would lead them on for as long as she liked.

however occasionally, if she thought someone was good-looking enough to be worthy of her time, she might just let things happen as they did.

and it seemed tonight hyuna would find one of these such men.

he was sitting not too far from her at the bar, sitting with a few friends himself. she had caught a glance of him when he came in and had decided almost immediately that she would see how far her looks would get her. she watched him sit down and waited a good amount of time, at least half an hour, before pushing her way through her obnoxious crowd of suitors, making her way over to him.

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.

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

must often times resort to plant generation, as the plant-life around the school is either already influenced by an outside force, or not present.

requires focus, particularly for creating living constructs of plants.

her amber eyes darted towards the clock, as its slow ticking filled the stuffy coffee shop. fixated on the red hand that moved around the face at a pace far too slow for hyuna's taste, a sigh escaped the brunette's lips.

it was a busy saturday morning, and the shop was filled with customers, regulars and new faces alike. there was a loud buzz indicating the drone of conversation but all hyuna could hear was the agonizingly slow ticking of the clock behind her. 

that, and her own thoughts.

flurried with thoughts of things away from this place, she was clearly not on her game today. her co-workers had already asked her far too many times what was wrong. she had let her real persona slip and snapped at them.

she didn't bother to apologize. it kept them away for the day.

trying desperately to focus, to call her mind from those thoughts that occupied it, hyuna looked up as the bell rung, indicating the door was opened. she hoped it meant someone was leaving. instead, a new customer walked up to the counter.