messages sent to contact ZARA

messages sent to contact ZARA

ZARA

     HIS MOTHER (if not his teachers at tonbridge) HAS DRILLED enough etiquette lessons into his brain to know that he probably shouldn’t brush off the local division chief off so brusquely, waving a hand at him while his attention is trained elsewhere. but there’s a lot more that requires his focus --- like the girl that he spots across the street. no smart street racer commits his crime during the day; he doesn’t at all need this debriefing, especially since he’s never cared for the logistics of his work anyways. he just drives his car. 

     his mumbles of ‘ i got it, i got it ’ in serviceable korean give the cop pause, but he doesn’t stop robbie as he crosses the street ( jaywalking!! but the policeman doesn’t say anything ) and approaches the young woman he swears he’s seen before. “ ‘scuse me, ’ he says. ‘ is... is that you, zara ? ’

Spirited Away: Sentence Starters / Accepting!( this stop is yours! @zaraei )

It isn’t rare at all to find wandering lost stragglers roaming the streets of Seoul---vacationers whose phones had died on them, newcomers and foreigners, stumbling drunks and the like. But tonight this part of the city seemed to be more disoriented than usual, the lost being composed of citizens and visitors alike. A lack of light could do that to a person, no matter how familiar a place is to them. 

                                            ✄ — — — @zaraei

ONE SECOND PASSES, then two and a third follows. He’s nearly not as impressed by this threat as the other would’ve thought. His face is blank, uninterested almost as if he’s not even going to reply, lips kept in a thin line and pressed together. 

‘ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ → ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ. ’

for once, just once, kuro wished that his office could close without a hitch for the night. he wasn’t on the night shift for a reason though he pager was always on. being the head doctor had it’s perks but it also had it’s downsides of course. the moment he’s about to pull the key out of the lock he’s interrupted by a voice on the other side, urgently telling him to let them in. by the sounds of it it was a woman and he thinks ‘oh great’ before he goes to unlock the door once more. kuro at this point assumes it’s the fucking crazy lady from this afternoon.

but he’s slightly pleasantly surprised when he finds it’s not the crazy lady from down the road but a petite girl with a pale face as if she’s about to pass out. regardless of who it had been if they looked like that his reaction would of been the same. he’s reaching out to gently lead her in, kicking the door shut behind him and snapping so the office lights come back on. “you caught me just as i was going out. this part of the hospital is closed at the moment till night shift comes but lucky for you i hadn’t left yet.” he leads her to one of the beds in the back urging her to sit before he shrugs off his jacket and tugs on his white coat once again– along with his mask. he had no clue what she had and the last thing he needed was to get sick.

moving over he pushes a bucket to her just in case though signals to her to lay down. 

                                                   keep nightwinging it

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about ?

“I care about everyone’s well being, especially children.”

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t?

“I wish I hadn’t been jealous of Jason. I can’t even blame my young age for that because at that time, I was already a leader, member of the Titans and I knew very well that Bruce would replace me but I guess I wasn’t ready for it. Even thought Jason called me his hero, I ignored every single call from Bruce to tutor him and I avoided talking to him everytime we met in the batcave. Because of my fucking jealousy, I didn’t get to know him well, to help him through his Robin phase, to help him understand what kind of person Batman is, and now I regret it, a lot, to the point of feeling haunted by his ghost and I’m sure that deep inside, Bruce blames me for what happened. ”

Comet: What’s your big dream ?