#fcxjin

the crunch of bone catches your ears first, as you turn the corner of the building. at the other side, a pack of the beasts trample on discarded, broken bodies. a look behind you reveals your pursuers are catching up; hungry, baleful stares aimed your way. before you fully register the presence of another, the fanning of hot, rancid breath blows across your back. the tension skyrockets. one false move -- or no move at all -- means instant death. what will you do?

by now the excitement of the twist on their entire lives has been dialed down enough for a whole new level of unrestrained fear to rise up. this is not to say that park jiyeon is no longer fascinated by these creatures—everything from glassy eyeballs to strangely muscular build and the way they resembled lizards is intriguing. but as it is, the novelty of these creatures were greatly worn down by the fact that they were trying to separating her head—any of her limbs, really, though jiyeon speculates she might taste better eaten whole—from her body.

not the point.

but what was the point? jiyeon can’t exactly think, fingers twitching as she presses herself flat against the wall, almost hoping she’d be able to sink into the brick wall. the hot breath tickling the back of her neck has her shivering, the small hairs on her nape bristling as she allows herself to take a small breath.

don’t panic – you’re dead if you panic.

allows the smallest of breaths to calm her nerves, well aware of the low growl from directly behind her as she thinks—chants—dark! dark! dark!—in the depths of her mind, not fully understanding the power that has been given to her but hoping that something happens.

and it does.

jiyeon barely notices it—registers the cold sinking into her very bones—crinkled eyelids smoothing out once the sensation escapes, her eyes fluttering open to find herself staring at—nothing.

did she… did she escape again?

a (somewhat peeved—can monsters sound peeved?) growl calls to her attention and jiyeon turns her head to the left, the creature from the earlier turning to face her—did she really only just escape to the other side of its body?

the tattoo of your chosen word appears on your palm as soon as your hand finishes the last stroke — you’ve been granted the ability of force-field generation, and must follow the guidelines below :

size is limited to just outside of arm’s reach.

cannot maintain barriers under extreme stress; requires focus.

( txt ) i didn’t think you were that kind of person

( txt ) i'm not!!

(` one step, two step, three step, four, she could hear in her head the hums of a restless city, buzzing around her even if it was two in the morning on a wednesday. maybe it was impractical, the nineteen year old all-too-careless girl jumping over cracks on the sidewalk just to find someone she had only known for a summer, but then again, yerim was never one for the norm. 

at this point in time, she had just met jung jinyoung a month and a half prior, and as per usual the fast moving girl fills in their first few conversations with life stories and affection, her never failing habit of caring too much too quickly failing to stay hidden-- again. surprisingly enough, [she's really not sure how she continues to get away with it] he didn't-- doesn't seem to mind too much. but, since yerim is full of surprises and crossing the line friendship tactics, she found herself in front of a fire escape-- one she was about... at least ninety-nine percent sure led to his apartment.

well, maybe only ninety-five percent, but that was good enough, really. 

and so, putting her years of training to good use, she kicked herself off of the wall, hands grabbing onto the ladder. ah yes, she was sure she would be part of the xmen soon. one day: the fire escape, another day: the world. soon enough, she had found her way up to the sixth floor before finally hoisting herself over and onto the ledge. finding her way to a small window [one she hoped led into his room] she knocked, hums sitting in her throat ) 

­­­­­­A virtually unnoticeable hiding spot - his train of thoughts were heading in that general direction. But alas, perhaps he was not as invisible as his counterpart companions that walked among the living without a single hesitation of being spotted. 

­­­­­­Shrinking back as the piercing gaze of condescension and disinterest met his own, slightly more wary and hesitant eyes, Daehyun caught his bottom lip between both rows of teeth and worried it, sucking nervously like a child would on a soother. 

­­­­­­"Why do you say it as if it was a threat?" He asked, tone lilting in cynical amusement. Being dead did not faze him - his soul knew more of the dead than it did of the living.