#rmstarter

the sun had given way to lunar silence, letting the island bathe in a gentle glow. hyejin strolls away from the cabin grounds, still sober and all too awake, long hair tied in a messy bun. a stolen moment away from the others - only the wandering breeze to talk to. she finds a spot to sit and looks up at the darkening sky, the night stretched infinitely, a weightless suspension ( feeling trapped, three voids too mortal ). she tastes the soju in her hand, pitifully drinking alone - but she doesn’t mind. doesn’t mind it when the awning night calls to her, promising peace with dying stars in its gaping mouth. 

the rest of the camp’s revelry slips through the trees around her, faint and faraway ( someone laughs. loud. & hyejin drinks her soju ). the moments pass slowly as she looks up at the stars, coldness settling over her shoulders, a blessed contrast to the day’s heat. there’s approaching footsteps, a branch crunches, and her gaze snaps to the sole figure venturing into her hideaway. 

“had enough of the party—?” 

the premise had been a running joke of goldilocks & the three bears, courtesy of the jaeger captain, it was wholly a joke that the dragoness decided to run with--if only for the simplicity of the costume itself. really, all it took was a headband. something that was, in reality, more effort than their captain even bothered to offer--considering the fact that there was going to be no appearance on their behalf.

she’s enough to “rep” for them, apparently.

nonetheless, seulgi had to give credit where credit’s due & if there’s anything alpha knows, it’s how to throw a fair party. had she been the type to party, this would be the type she’s attend--not that alpha would openly embrace any jaeger here. if anything, she, and the rest of the legacy, was entering the lion’s den.

but what was with this weak spiked punch?

“where can someone get a real drink around here?”

[ ϟ ] —Up until today, the Japanese native had no qualms against the themed start of the season parties (or parties in general, as Alpha often holds little reason to actually throw a mash), but also similarly up to today--the themes had never been anything explicitly over the top, like going out and spending over 50000 won on a costume for a party that most likely will end in tragedy. 

Although given the fact that it wasn’t his first run at a Monster Mash (and the fact that this year’s location once again settles firmly within the Alpha house), most likely is more probable as most definitely.

Which meant he would have been an idiot of sorts of miss out and therefore—must follow the theme of the entire thing.

But that was the saving grace of being a third year within the legacy, because whereas the few first years they’ve recruited now whisked about decked out in powdered wigs and frilly garments, Sen received the leisure of getting a pass with his “costume”—consisting of a small squared name tag slapped on his chest that wrote: Hi, My Name is Hansel.

And of course, that little lollipop drawn on the corner for “authenticity”, thanks to his little sister.

And just that—was good enough for him.

Not that anyone was going to dare to tell him otherwise anyway.

Though there was a few unsavory glances from first years of nearly all legacies—dressed too extravagant for a college party (but to their credit, probably not by one’s own will; if any of their “pecking order” resembled one of Alpha’s) and too awkward to do anything but loiter around the refreshments, plucking a chord of irritation in the male as he shoos them off to cower elsewhere.

         He got up suddenly as he felt someone touch him. He couldn't help but take the person's wrist and practically scream. ''Don't touch me ever again, clear?''