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the chatters of the gathering echo around him, while kenji is comfortable enough alone with his glass wrapped in his hand, observing the crowd with quiet eyes. he is only here to make sure he's made a polite enough appearance at the work party, so he is surprised when approached by a woman she fails to recognise. turning his head towards the source of the voice, kenji narrows his eyes with palpable confusion. "sorry... do i know you?" @spoiledsovls
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CONTINUED FROM here! (@spoiledsovls)
"oh?" paige raised an eyebrow, moving a strand of hair from her face. she looked down at everything that had been laid out. she made her way further into the room. "really? it seems like you've got everything here, hon." she tilted her head to the side, looking over at jangmi. "what'd you want me to help you find?"
junseo's been watching her for a while. he'd managed to steal some food from another convenience store, just a boiled egg and a fish sausage, but junseo's made it a habit to never eat at the scene of the crime. it's harder to prove he stole something if the cameras show he clearly walked in with it already. but a boiled egg and a fish sausage don't fill an already empty stomach, and he's been watching the stranger work her way through one of those huge 4-person instant noodles. there's no way she can finish it all, right? ❝ you gonna eat all that...? ❞
@spoiledsovls ♡'d for a starter
CLOSED. // with @spoiledsovls ft. jangmi
This wasn’t just any gig. This was supposed to be the gig. The one that would finally put her on the map, maybe even nudge her out of this endless financial sinkhole. Chart potential, exposure, a break. Something. Anything.
Leaving her mother’s house had been the proudest moment of her life. But pride didn’t pay rent, and out here, where independence came with bills and judgment, it was starting to feel less like a triumph and more like a slow, exhausting hustle. Especially when she could barely hold down a day job without messing something up.
Lee was her only real chance. And yes, she kept crawling back to Lily’s Cafeteria to pick up shifts, doing sick covers, late nights, double weekends. But even her childhood best friend wouldn’t risk giving her a permanent contract. Not after the incident with the espresso machine.
Still, she had to fight for her art. Somehow. There were the occasional commissions online–thrift flips from ukay-ukay finds she turned into edgy, wearable pieces. Small wins. And then there was her music. Her real lifeline.
She had planned to sing an original tonight. Something raw. Something hers. But word spread that a potential agent might be in the crowd, and in a panic, she swapped it last minute for something safer. Something famous. Set Fire to the Rain wasn’t her first choice, but it showed range. It showed drama.
Well. It should’ve. The agent didn’t show. And Sienna’s voice, already fraying at the edges from nerves, had cracked more from resentment than emotion. She hit the last note sharp and bitter and walked off stage already parched for a drink.
Something hard. Something she could barely afford. She made a beeline for the bar and slapped the counter with the kind of energy only heartbreak and chronic underemployment could summon. “Hoy, pogi,” she said to the bartender with a crooked smile. “Think you can spare me a trickle from the top shelf? On the house na lang? For mercy?”
@spoiledsovls played: " at least it wasn't me this time. " (from hyejung!)
𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: GALLONS OF BLOOD MEME
Despite himself, Chishiya can't help but SMIRK at the muttered comment that he overhears from one of the medical students. His eyes flick towards her and then towards one of the other doctors who was currently pulling one of the students aside to scold him about something he had either DONE OR FAILED TO DO ; most likely an error or simply not abiding to that particular doctor's standards. It was resident season, meaning there were plenty of NEW FACES in the hospital - some still trying to decide on their specialties, and others pursuing the nuances of their fields. He does not miss those days.
Normally Chishiya wouldn't be out in this particular wing of the hospital. BUT THIS VENDING MACHINE HAS BETTER SNACKS. Which means Chishiya is willing to sacrifice some quiet down time for the food. He'd only just gotten his desired snack when the others had shown up in the hallway. Now his feline-like gaze falls on the other.
" Careful, or Dr. Ito will get you next. " Chishiya warns with an dull, muted look of amusement in his eyes. " From what I hear from staff in that specialty, saying those words practically summons him to haunt you next to look for mistakes. "
He tears open the packaging and pulls out one of the chocolate cookie wafers as he leans against the wall. Some doctors and nurses were like that. IT WAS A POWER TRIP. Rather similar to why the medical field often housed serial killers. And the older the staff, the higher possibility of them looking at the youth as a target of frustration.
" Based on the reactions, I assume you're on week two here at the hospital for your residency? " Chishiya inquires idly between wafers. " You've got plenty of time to still be one of his victims of scoldings again. "
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" are you going to finish that ? " maricel glared down at their remaining last bites of food looking ravenous , her own plate cleaned and stomach gnawing with hunger . she didn't wait for permission . she reached over and plucked the last of their sandwich and started eating from it messily , using her eyes to apologize for her sudden rudeness . " i skipped lunch , we had a case that went six hours straight , " she explained. @spoiledsovls
@spoiledsovls ♡ for a cheeky little starter.
eyes cast over on the other as they're finding a pen and a book of blank pieces of paper, blinking a bit in confusion before a soft chuckle erupts from yongguk ; now realizing that the other had been serious. " are you actually making a bucket list ? " brow quirks questionably toward his friend, finding it amusing but still shrugging and moving closer as a smile is seen on boyish features. " what we want to do together or separately ? "
continued from here・❥・@spoiledsovls !
Yokai or spirits he could not identify right away were always trouble. Kaito had an idea of what it could be but unless he didn't investigate further, he could not act accordingly. Wasting his resources was something the onmyoji tried to avoid - some might call him boring, he called it resourceful and effective. Kaito frowned. Who was running away?
"I'd pat your head but maybe you don't like being touched - by ghosts or humans. I can speak for myself but not for whatever is up there. Stay close if you wish to keep your limbs then." Usually, Kaito found other ways to distract people and keep them out of danger when he could sense they had little to do with the otherworldly or supernatural. Yet something about this guy said the onmyoji could go this far, reveal details others would find weird rather than disturbing. At least, disturbing got you running. "Keep an eye out for me, will you? Or well, ears."
