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It was not routine for Nana to crawl into one of the bars in the bustling city of Seoul, but after feeling like she had hit rock bottom, there was no place she’d rather be than here, with a shot glass in her hand that’s been filled a countless number of times. 

If she saw herself, she wouldn’t be proud of the woman who was numbing herself to the emotions she felt. She’d look at that woman, and mutter under her breath how pathetic and weak she looked. 

Nana was better than this. She was a whole lot better than this, and in fact, a lot of people thought she had the kind of life that nobody could complain about. A career that some people only dreamed of, and a luxurious home that sat high and overlooked the city.

But those things meant nothing when it was all she had. And when she felt alone like this, she sought out the company of a drink. Or two. Or ten. 

The doctor sat alone at the far end of the bar, attention captured by her innermost thoughts. The bartender had refused to serve her again, but she couldn’t pick herself up and leave with any dignity. No, she’d wait until the bar was closing and then crawl her way out so that she had less of a chance of being seen.

The woman did not notice the tears that rolled down the curve of her cheek, or rather she didn’t care much anymore. 

“This is not the time nor place.”

A voice that was cultured, smooth and confident pulled her from the darkest corners of her mind. A pair of misty brown eyes searched for the source, and she found a man standing between her and an empty bar stool.

She would have regarded him with some snide comment, because she felt it was rude to point out a person so distraught like she was just now – but he did not look annoyed by her quiet tears and self-loathing, and instead it seemed like he was trying to help lift her spirits. It really wasn’t the time or place to shed tears; this was a bar, a place of fun.

“You’re right. I probably look silly.” There was a slur to her words, almost like they fell out all together from her lips. 

With the back of her hand, she rubbed at her cheeks to dry her tears and then almost laughed, but she could only manage a small smile.

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Minding her own business was nothing, she knows her limitations but when there’s a small sound lingering in the distance. One where it seems too familiar for her own liking, Hana becomes uneasy at the thought overall. Taking a few steps back and away until her back was pressed against the cold surface of the wall. She might have done wrong, still does and how she wanted nothing more than to gain the pleasure of having her revenge on particular people but those sounds, it sounds too painful. 

Reaching over for her phone, almost dropping it out of nervousness. Her heart was picking up a faster beat and she’s looking to the right to make sure there wasn’t anyone close by. Slowly and steadily, trying not to create any more sounds that might attract another. She’s typing away a quick message, rushed without checking twice about her spelling. There’s not many people she knows who she can turn to. It’s best to inform someone who actually knows a thing or two about trying to look for a solution instead of herself, who creates problems.

Character Development

       03:A memory from your character’s career 

Her first performance, debut stage. All four held hands, and they were nervous — but as the leader, Jaekyung had to gather her inner strengh to cheer them on, motivate tem — and moreover, calm them. When she, herself, was on edge. They went on, rapped and sang their passionate determination which they’ve built the past two years. When they all went down, they started tearing up for the excitment, but only when she layed in bed — then did the tears gather in her eyes. Proud tears, accomplished.

         05:A memory that your character wishes to erase

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         24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.

4:Talk about the thing you regret most so far.

She hummed with a pondering frown, thinking  of the things she regretted in her life. "I don't have regrets. I mean no major regrets. I believe that every experience is valuable and carries a certain lesson for the person. Things happen the way they are meant to happen. I used to regret opening up to my ex boyfriend, trusting him and leaning on him just to have him leave me without a word but then again - it's a lesson to me and now after a long time has past i can tell that my regret was more of the representation of my bitterness not actual feeling. To know if i have regrets i think of the past and imagine having another chance. When i do it i think i wouldn't change anything because that way i wouldn't be where i am now, i wouldn't meet the people i've met and believe they are worth the hardship i've been through....So i don't have big regrets. Just small mundane like regretting buying something just to see that in another store it's much cheaper."

22: Talk about your worst fear.

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    His lungs burn, eyes stinging albeit, his arms and legs keep on. They reach and paddle to their destination tirelessly; closer and closer toward esteemed victory. The water flows against thin, prepubescent limbs, attempting to push him back — to the land where he belonged. Albeit possessed with the determination only known to nine year-olds, young Connor surges himself forward. 

    Finally breaking the surface of the ocean water, the young boy turns to marvel at his advances — the stark white beach far off from which he wade. Connor lingers there, relaxing in the sea’s rhythmic embrace.  

BURGUNDY:We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.