starter for @rundcvil​ for hyewon & diane Gun in hand Hyewon lets her arm rest by her side, not showing any aggression to the woman standing before her at all. Not even a sigh of disappointment can leave her lips before she glances to the building they both stand in front of. “.. I know you. So what they hire you for this job too I take it?” Even as a hitwoman she held certain ethical standards, don’t hire two separate people for a one person contract. “You’re good, I’m not surprised they hired you.” Expression passive and calm if not blank she taps the barrel of her gun against her own thigh as if to express herself thinking. “... So how do you want to play this then.. Artemis?” She had heard of the latter, definitely, who didn’t? Hyewon had both enough money and brains however to not see the woman as some competition she needed to take out however, she would just take what she could get right now. Hyewon didn’t need the job, but it admittedly bothered her just slightly to know both of them were possibly hired on for the same job.

starter for @dxsiderivm​ hyewon & alaina based off of IM plots discussed and shared

for @rundcvil​ It went far messier than she wanted it to end up, but what could she do? The only thing that disgusted her just a bit more was that Hyewon couldn’t even call the cleaner for this; she had to do it herself. Not close enough to any place with a pig farm lead her to the woods a couple hours drive away and digging away at the ground more than halfway deep into the forest. The hitwoman got her hands dirty every other day, but not necessary like this. In what could sound like an odd way to any one else, it lacked a sense of sophistication and professionalism that she typically always held. She was her work. After an hour or so of slaving away at digging a deep enough six  foot in the ground hole Hyewon hops out with the intention of finally getting this over with -- until a sound strikes from somewhere to her left. She wasn’t alone. And when Hyewon wasn’t alone but very much knew that she should have been at four am the hitwoman turns on her heel, gracefully dropping to her knee as her handgun comes out. Just one quick “bang” and a few moments of waiting for anything after it she stands and makes her way over to whatever she may have -- hopefully or otherwise -- hit and killed. Pausing in her steps the contract killer glances around them before back at the naked woman before her. “... What the hell are you doing out in the woods at four in the morning?” She wasn’t exactly one to ask, and yet she was.