#fcxjackson

indifferent to their lives, playthings are they now to the standing professor leisurely leaving with a lightness to his step. callous is his care, removed of all emotions to the plight of his students who hastily ready and arm themselves to the promise of certain death awaiting them in the depths below.

bubbling, certainly, is their anger, a brief shout and a raucous noise of chairs and desks scraping at the floor the only evidence. xiumin, however, lacks an angered bone to join in their frustrations.

water lurking outside the room and in the halls, slowly does the tide turn to flood the floor, slickening it with a cool sea scent. it laps at their feet, a beckoning caress, a siren’s song drawing them to leave. person after person, one by one, at times two, do they all begin until seated by himself does he remain. calm of breath, his heart, however, paces, his grin light and duly present.

objects to be thrown to the gaping maw of death, pawns to a side in an unknown game, their lives forfeit to a higher power, bright is his smile as he begins his own trek towards the door and into the halls.

presumptuously hopeful always is he, however small he knows his chances to be. in sloshing water, his treading feet walks with no destination as the stench of blood begins to fill.

aggravating.

to be called up right before dinner just for this sort of shit was nothing short of irritating.

she’s hungry.

yet here she was, half-finished dinner roll in hand as she lays her eyes on the infamous busan police headquarters—infamous, mind you, due to the attack not too long ago—taking her time in polishing the bread before making her way up the stairs and into the building, attempting to ignore as many as thoughts—“those fucking muties”—“i can’t believe this”—“they deserve to be hung”—“i loved you so much”—“rest in peace”—as humanely possible.

already, her aggravation was on a steady rise uphill.

she honestly has no fucking idea why she’s even doing this.

“excuse me.” jiwon addresses the officer behind the counter clearly, easily cutting off the distressed woman beside her as she spares the older a smile—a forced, not too friendly, twist of her lips—as her hand rests on the desk, unperturbed for one, by the damage around the grand room.

it wasn’t her business.

not yet.

“i’m here to post bail for my friend, his name is—“

“in a moment, honey.”

jiwon blinks at the gesture toward the waiting bench, her eyes narrowing for a moment as her index finger taps against the surface of the desk, patience already running thin with the rumbling of her stomach.

“how about you let me get him myself?” jiwoon speaks slowly, almost hushed, as she initiates eye contact with the officer, extending her control to wrap around the weak-minded consciousness of the human before her—repeating, once again, within the depths of the other’s mind.

you will let me in.

“sure, honey – just go in, all the way down the hall on the right.”

the mind reader nods stiffly, waiting for the officer to buzz her in before she steps past the front desk, surveying the scorch marks on the floors, walls, and ceilings with an absent hum. whoever did this—the mutant in question—must have been severely agitated.

nonetheless it doesn’t take her long to find the holding cell, walking opposite in the direction the scorch marks led—was there something that led down the left side of the halls?—jiwon found herself but only a few steps away from the cell, blinking slowly at the voices resounding from it.

one too familiar to ignore.

she should have known.

the sight of jackson wang doing what he does best should not be bothering her – although coupled with the grumbling of her stomach and the near obvious fact that he was already solving a problem he called her out for, well, that was a disaster in the making.

it takes even less exert her control this time around, lips twitching in amusement as she watches the female officer reach out to grasp his shoulders, slowly gingerly—as ordered—before twisting her body to sink her knee into his gut.

it was the perfect day to stir up something. actually, everyday was a perfect day be on a completely reckless behavior. each passing day was just a game where she was left with exactly one life that she had to keep sacred and use it to her full advantage at the same time. she certainly wasn't afraid of death - after all, a good majority of them would have to face the inevitable. however, she thought herself to be almost too young to fade away from the world just yet. there were lots to do and if she wanted to finish up her list, then she was going to have to put everyday into a good use until it was the right time for her to disappear from the cruel, disgusting world.

a hum escaped yuji's lips as she took long strides down the street. from the corner of her eyes, she was studying every individual that was walking past her. all she needed was a decent proximity and she was set to go. her body was allowing every bits of the current environment seep in, not minding about the fatigue that she would be faced with later during the night. but right now, she didn't even have enough time to think about such thing. 

yuji's walk suddenly slowed into a lingering one when there was a wave of the familiar feeling just colliding with her. her eyes began to scan the premise for her soon to be victim of the night, but something was a little odd. the pheromone that she was detecting was stronger than the ones she was used to. her eyebrows furrowed together before she caught a figure who was looking just as distracted as she was.

then she felt it. the closer they walked toward each other, the more she was feeling. she picked up the pace again, looking straight ahead as she began to close the space between herself and the boy before-

"ah-"

how sweet.

jinri's afternoon was one that held no obligation to anything else other than lazing around, and for that reason, she took her time while walking back to her dorm.  or at the very least, that was one of the reasons, the other being the device in her hand, her cellphone; for the half hour or so, she had been unable to rip her gaze away from the screen, simply wandering about campus at a languid pace whilst playing her life away. flappy bird was the name of the life draining app, though to those who asked, she would tell them it was certainly the agent to her demise.  the redhead was certain of this, for half a week had passed and she had yet to defeat her highscore of 12.

it was driving her crazy.

surprise is the reaction that is chalked up when the inevitable finally happens--that was, bumping into the backside of a supposed stranger--and the aerokinetic almost drops her cell, more out of surprise than a result of the impact.  she had been moving at the pace of a sloth after all.