penned by peep you crave ESCAPE at every turn to your benefit and detriment. you'll get to experience all the SPONTANEITY of life and have the best first meeting stories with new friends. but you'll have trouble keeping them. you'll become DEPENDENT on any substance or person that comes your way. and you will become addicted to somehow ensuring that your escape becomes your REALITY.
Location: The Club
Availability: Closed to @yundays
Caroline was always one for a good set, and after Evelyn did her thing at the DJ booth, Caroline was buzzing as she tried to find her friend. She loved the nights when she was on the list at a club and could move around freely, not having to worry about the VIP section. Thought it was becoming less and less frequent that she was anything but on the list. Spotting Evelyn, a squeal escaped Caroline’s lips as she ran up to her, pulling her into a hug. “That was banger!” she exclaimed over the music.
stepping off the stage from her set, evelyn felt equally on top of the world as she did out of it. half could be blamed on her taking shots from her dj stand and the other half being the drug she took beforehand starting to kick in, but at this point, the twenty-something felt herself going in whichever direction the universe planned for her tonight. which apparently was in the direction of a hug from her clubbing buddy. “oh my god, caroline. bitch, i was wondering where you were.” she slurred, wrapping her arms around the other. “aw, thanks babes. like, i wasn’t sure if mixing cotton eye joe with like lady gaga aura was going to be a risk but it’s camp, it’s avant garde, we’re good, y’know?” she rambled on, not really know where she was going with where she was going either.
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shaking the ice in their have empty plastic cup, julian debates not responding briefly. call them dramatic ( which, they definitely are ) but, it’s hard to forgive the other for what they did. even harder to talk about it. julian prefers the high road of being passive aggressive. “i’m not clumsy like some people i know.” he chews his lower lip before speaking again. “i’m not blackout drunk either. i can handle nice things.”
evelyn instinctively rolls her eyes, releasing a humorless laugh. “that’s so funny. i guess we’re just calling anything ‘nice’ now, huh.” she sends back, keeping her gaze on the clinically plain elevator doors. though she maintains her signature smirk, underneath her adrenaline boils determined to win even the dumbest of bitchy little fights. she’s been here before with julian and honestly, maybe she’s trying to see if she can hold out longer, too.
tossing her hair to one side, evelyn reluctantly forces her body up from the bed in the promise of making herself some coffee. on the way, she pauses to grab a pair of tucker’s sunglasses, figuring she’ll need them since her post-sleeping grogginess and the daytime don’t always get along. once she ends up in the kitchen, she finds the other there which immediately brings a small smirk to her lips. she pinches his butt playfully as she passes him to get a mug from the cabinet and whatever bag of grinds is left — this morning-after routine practically second nature to her at that point. but her nose twitches as she opens the bag, face scrunching dramatically. she takes another sniff of the bag, unsure of how she feels about it. “um, how long has this been here? like, a hundred years or what?” she asks, tilting the bag in his direction.
pink lemonade in one hand, bag of new clothes in the other – julian’s evening of procrastinating on school is coming to a beautiful close. the boy lets out a satisfied sigh, leaning against the elevator wall. just about to reach for the button to his floor, someone slips into the elevator just before the door closes. evelyn. naturally, julian does as any sane person would: ignores her completely. rather than asking what floor she’s headed to or, (being that he certainly knows what floor she lives on) pressing the button for her. instead, he busies himself with his drink. not-so-casually averting his gaze to the wall.
elevator doors opening, evelyn doesn’t even attempt to hide the groan that escapes her lips as she reluctantly comes in. tossing her hair to the side, she keeps her gaze only momentarily on the numbers — literally how the fuck are they not going faster? — but gets distracted by the noise from jules’ drink. she quickly decides her first thought is too good to keep to herself. “you know... i’d be careful. you don’t have the best luck with drinks and clothes.” she says with faux concern, unable to hold back her small smirk.
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AAAA hello everyone i’m peep and this is my bb evelyn !! :~) this is my first tumblr rp in mf MONTHSSSS but i’m soooo excited bc everyone’s muses look dope as hell and everyone seems so cool and UGH y’all i am so Ready ... IOJEQIQJW but yes this is evelyn shes sweet dramatic naive idealistic and is knee deep in her dj career and lowkey has a secret child ugh anyway lets mf GO <3
[ kim chungha, cis woman, she/her, silver ] hey have you seen EVELYN YUN ? SHE let me borrow PIONEER DJ. oh, you know them! they’re 24 and they’ve been at Roy G. for SIX MONTHS. They are known to be a total CANCER. no wonder they’ve picked up the nickname THE ESCAPIST! i’m surprised you haven’t heard them blaring HOT LIKE WOW BY NADIA OH all night. they remind me of NEON FAUX FUR, LONG BATHROOM LINES, DRUGS IN FRONT OF NEON-LIT GRAFFITI. anyway, let me know if you see them ! (peep, 22, she/her, mst)
STATISTICS
FULL NAME: evelyn yun
NICKNAME(S): evie, eve, e, dj yunday
AGE: twenty - four
GENDER + PRONOUNS: cis female + she/her
ORIENTATION: bisexual
ZODIAC: cancer sun, leo moon
BIRTHDAY: june 30th, 1996
PLACE OF BIRTH: syracuse, new york* (we’ll see OIJOIEJQ)
LOVE LANGUAGE: words of affirmation, quality time
OCCUPATION(S): aspiring dj
DRINKING / DRUGS / SMOKING: yes / yes / sometimes
OTHER LABELS: the loose cannon / one who cannot control their own emotions and may act out as a result of this
TRAITS: (+) idealistic, good-natured, reflective, loyal, sensitive, playful, reliable, resourceful, sentimental, shrewd, / (-) susceptible, imprudent, escapist, dependent, naive, distracted, moody, overemotional, dramatic
BIOGRAPHY
the following biography page contains the following: abortion mention, underage partying.
read at your own risk.
she was born in the 90′s, in the midst of europop and grunge. and yet, evelyn was born into what she would later feel to be a very boring situation — two scientists working at syracuse university who were on the cusp of their forties. besides her parents, she has one older brother who is seven years his junior, which caused a bit of a power struggle in her childhood. from a very young age, she felt the weight of filling shoes that were too big for her. never seeing her parents fail openly in front of her caused the girl to have an enormous weight of pressure as soon as grades started mattering in middle school. the pressure didn’t just come from her parents, either. as evelyn was coming into her own, her brother was there every step of the way to push her confidence back down. always under the guise of ‘playing around’ and ‘just teasing’, her self worth quickly eroded until he moved out when she was fourteen.
*SUBJECT TO CHANGE*
which lead to the mess that was her high school experience. it wasn’t long before she realized she didn’t have a knack for school and her wilted self worth was convincing her that she never will. eventually, she found comfort in online forums and social network platforms, often friending complete strangers, which later evolved into coming across profiles of people in the nyc underground nightclub scene. from this, these profiles soon became her closest friends and the people she felt truly understood her the most. so of course, by the time she was able to drive, she decided to sneak out on the weekends to new york city and meet these people.
and, truthfully, it wasn’t bad. at first. they were very welcoming and supportive, and always knew where to go to have the chaotic night they all wanted. they helped evelyn score a fake id (though, to their knowledge, she was nineteen, never realizing she was sixteen the whole time) and eventually helped score her smaller drugs like weed. but after having weed and later trying pills, the teenager kept craving more and more, wanting to both escape and feel closer to the music, the people, everything, more more more. which is where things got rough.
first off, it was inevitable that her parents would find out as evelyn was never good with lying. she would tell them she’s going to nyc to network or some bullshit, she would come home the next day clearly looking wrecked, her parents would yell at her, take her car away too. but she’d always find a way back to the city on the weekends. when she wouldn’t come home for days? and even miss days of school? yeah, they were starting to worry the fuck out. also because, evelyn stopped coming home one weekend. she didn’t answer her parents’ messages and truthfully, she felt like she’d be happy never returning back to her old life. which is why she moved in with her club boyfriend at the time at seventeen.
it was a mature decision for sure, but very reckless. and the severity of the situation did not hit her until a year later, when she realized she missed her period. and she wanted to get an abortion, definitely, but honestly a part of her thought maybe this was the plan for her life. that this would give her structure, force her to grow up a bit, and her boyfriend had surprisingly been supportive at this point; the two still being in the honeymoon phase a whole year later. so, at 3:04am on december 3rd, 2014, her beautiful boy charlie was born. and at 8:32pm on july 26th, 2016, her boyfriend left. apparently deciding to spend some time in thailand to ‘figure his shit out’. must be fucking nice.
it stabbed her to her core that this person, who helped define her recent years, was suddenly gone and she had to raise his child all alone at twenty. the bone-crushing pressure she was so successful at escaping for years returned in full again and she wasn’t able to handle it. she decided to contact her ex-boyfriend’s parents, knowing calling her own for advice was not an option and recognizing that the child would grow up in a more emotionally and financially stable environment with them. but that alone didn't feel like enough to swallow down the pain her ex caused her. taking what was meant to be a weekend trip to miami ended up becoming her small sea of oasis that she wasn't ready to leave. so she hasn't ever since. though, if you ask her, she'll blame it on the gigs.
WANTED CONNECTIONS / OTHER
the only ones i can think of off the bat would be people who’d come to her gigs or party with her a lot (since she can be a pretty big partier) and MAYBE even the baby daddy but im down to make something super particular between our charas so hmu to plotzo <3
