gswmiri

[gswmiri]

gswmyunghwa​:

( . . . )

“i knew it, that’s why i called.” initially it started off as just a hobby. myunghwa, perhaps unlike others, was absolutely the type to purchase a book based off its cover. the wine she bought was similar. marketing ploys, selling a story behind the fermented elixir was enough to tempt her and her wallet. some bottles lining her wall were mementos of travels. others were merely aesthetically pleasing, the display adding a hint of sophistication that myunghwa rarely displayed. “but you should take whatever you like then. there is no way i’ll ever be able to finish all these and i always end up getting bottles wherever i go. you can dazzle your guests next time you have a dinner party.”

more often than not, miri was against the idea of charity. unpaid events at the daycare? wasting precious time to help others? wasting money on others when you could be spoiling yourself instead? none of it called to miri. it semmed pointless and wasteful. but, when miri was on the receiving end she was all to happy to jump at the opportunity to receive things that she would never be able to afford for herself. it wasn’t really charity though, was it? she was simply giving things in need a new home. myunghwa had all too quickly found her way right to the centre of miri’s heart through their shared materialistic tendancies. perhaps that was why their friendship seemed to work. 

she smiled sweetly as she swirled the wine around in her glass, admiring the deep red colour for a moment before downing the contents in one quick gulp. even if it wasn't her usual drink of choice miri wasn't about to complain about her favourite pastime; drinking until she forgot.

"you're too sweet, myunghwa dearest." she let out a soft laugh, uncurling herself from where she had planted herself on the couch so she could pour another glass. "you know, you're always more than welcome to stock any shelves at my house if you ever get tired of shopping for yourself, not that i have anyone that i need to be impressing." though the suggestion may have come off as a joke, miri was all too serious about it, hoping that just maybe myunghwa would remember her words next time she found herself browsing.

[gswmiri]

yiminggsw​:

( ... )

“Most of the people I met on the island are so welcoming and friendly that it felt like I’ve become part of a video game. This is refreshing.” By this, he meant her obvious distaste towards him. “Do you actually believe me to be a kidnapper?” Yiming tilted his head, trying to get a better look at Miri’s face to study her expression. He had been told in the past that he had a harmless-looking face that invited trust, but perhaps that had changed. “Or do I resemble an ex-boyfriend, someone who had made off with the contents of your purse and hopped on the back of some random woman’s bike?” He laughed, because he figured she wouldn’t. Someone had to be amused at his attempt at humour.

miri had an attitude that was a force to be reckoned with. that was a well known fact. even the children at the daycare were lucky if they didn’t have to deal with it every single day. and now that yiming was here, interupting the meticulous schedule of her day, miri was more than happy to have somebody to project her negativity onto. 

she leaned against the counter, pursing her lips as she stared at the mug that was offered to her. something about the action made her angry. she was obviously not in the mood to be friendly so what on earth was he doing acting so nice to her? she let out a quiet ‘hmph’, picking up the mug only so she could dump the contents down the sink. 

“obviously you aren’t a kidnapper. if you were i’m more than certain you wouldn’t have been welcomed into a building full of children with such open arms.” miri tilted her head, mirroring the look that yiming was giving her. he looked harmless enough. but there had been others in miri’s life who had the same kind look to them and that had ended all too badly. “now that i think of it. maybe you do resemble someone.” she closed her eyes as she tapped her chin, trying to give off the air of being deep in thought. “oh, that’s right. you look like someone that i don’t want to be here with. is that enough of a hint for you?” 

[gswmiri]

son miri | escape the past | wc: 379

life has been all too peaceful. miri should have known that it was all too good to last. the universe had something against her, some sort of constant need to ensure that life was beating her down again and again just waiting for the day that she would stop trying to get back up. it had been peaceful for much too long. she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up.

she's still in her pyjamas when the knocking at her door begins. there was no reason for her to get dressed. whoever was pounding away at her door was an unwelcome visitor. begrudgingly, miri makes her way to the door, ready to scold whoever it may be for interupting her peaceful morning.

her anger quickly turns to rage when she's greeted by the smiling faces of the exact people she had spent so many years hiding from. miri doesn't know if she wants to scream or cry. all she knows is that she wants them gone.

"what the fuck do you think that you're doing here?"

her parents push past, letting themselves inside as they babble away, seemingly oblivious to just how unwelcome they are in miri's home. she stands staring at the pile of luggage they have left outside of her door for a moment before she realizes exactly what is missing.

"where is hae? is she just another kid you can throw away whenever you want to? did you ship her off too just so you can come and scold me about every fucking thing that you can think of?"

they seem unaware, not exactly registering the question that miri is asking. her father laughs, obviously trying to clear the tension as he asks what she's talking about. has so much time away from home caused her to go crazy?

desperation flashes in miri's eyes. this isn't what she wanted. she knew they would keep hae safe. despite their differences, they'd do a better job than she ever could. and yet, here they are, acting as if they had never heard of the little girl who haunts her dreams.

tears started streaming down her face before she could even process the fact that she was crying.

"what did you do to her? where the fuck is my daughter?"

[gswmiri]

Morning arrives and you get yet another knock at your door. This one is more enthusiastic than the last, made with far less haste. You are compelled to go to it, pulled by some unknown force. When you open it, you are greeted by the two smiling faces of your parents, cumbersome luggage trailing behind them. They have arrived without any warning whatsoever. No phone calls, no messages, no clear indication of quite anything. One thing is clear, however, that they seem happy as ever to see you, clamoring on about how they wish to make the past years up to you. They leave you no room to argue. They are your parents and they push past you into your place. But it is strange, is it not? How sudden. And they do not seem to have that burden of yours in tow.

OOC // Your wish has been fulfilled. The result of this wish will have echoes throughout your character’s journey. Answer the submit with your character’s reaction to the result; doing so will count for activity.

[gswmiri]

i'm back from the dead! or at least the state of inactivity that i've been in lately (life has been a little overwhelming lately).

welcome to everyone who i haven't reached out to since they joined, i would love to plot with you all!

i will be catching up on all of the replies that i owe asap! if our thread is old and you would like to plot something new please shoot me a message <;3

i will also be offering free starters! give this post a like and i will have something up asap (capping this at 5 for now so i don't get overwhlemed)

and as always, feel free to reach out to plot on tumblr or discord! i am going to try to keep on top of things for now

[gswmiri]

gswnoeul·:

( . . . )

There’s just something about Miri that he can’t quite put his finger on–her ability to adapt her behavior to the circumstances; how she goes from bossing him about to clutching onto his sleeve and skipping beside him so carefree–one could mistake them for actual friends. “If you ask me, there’s nothing wrong with having an attitude as long as I’m not on the receiving end.” At a red light, he stops and runs his free hand through his casually styled hair. “I think you’re cuter now. The bossy behavior is kind of… excessive.“ Whether he means what he says or not, his voice gives none of it way, drenched in something vague, neutral, plain.

perhaps miri was meant to be a famous actress in another life. it would explain the way she was all too easily able to adapt herself to be exactly the person she wanted others to see, no matter what sort of situation that she was thrown into. it was a trait that was all to easy to see when she was there, hanging off of noeul’s arm with a sweet smile plastered onto her face. she had spent so many years learning exactly how to play people. although, perhaps there was some part of the interaction that was the person that she wanted to be instead of just the one she wanted him to see.

this was the point where she would usually start shrinking away. blocking people out for getting just a little too close to her. but, there seemed to be a temporary lapse in judgment that lead to miri following along to another friendly drink instead of retreating to the solace of her home. 

“but it really isn’t that contradictory if you think about it. i’m probably one of the greatest people that you’ll ever meet, exactly why you should be brining me for dinner. meanwhile, the daycare is stuck with me. and when i’m not happy then i don’t think there’s any reason for them to be happy. pretty stupid, in my opinion.” 

she stops alongside noeul at the light, taking a moment to rest her head against the arm that she has spent their walk clinging to. “pretty easy solution to that, noeul. just make sure that i stay happy and i promise to do my very best to keep the bossiness away from you.”

[gswmiri]

minjungsw​:

Children have always been an enigma to him.

It's the first thought that dawned in his mind when he's received the call. To be the visiting author — in spite of the fact that the genre he writes is not suited for the youth, who cannot even discern the letters spanning across those pages — and read to the children. Enter, read, leave. Make the parents who pick them up happy. It shouldn't be hard; after all, he's always found them cute — in the way one would gaze down upon a fluffy kitten, hurried breaths of its small lungs contrasting an otherwise carefree dream of the sleep that's cradled it. Cute — in the way plush toys are, soft alike dough. Cute for Minjun to watch them from afar, never interfering, merely absorbing the innocent calm their presence brings.

He's never expected them to be such hyper little individuals, especially when this young, babbling incohorently, endless conversations he's felt as if he failed. To say that it's an eventful evening would have been an understatement.

Once he's stepped outside, he exhales deeply — insofar his entire body seems to deflate along with it. Minjun takes off the paper crown that sat atop his head, though the velveteen cloak still hugs his shoulders. The clock reads somewhere past quarter to six and he can see arrivals of the first cars to the entrance – what he only assumes – with parents to pick their little angels up. He almost pulls that same crown back down and over his eyes, but the creak of doors behind him stop him; terrify him, even —- perhaps indicating the lack of clean consciousness he carries.

"Oh – oh, hello, miss Son." A cordial greeting with an equally warm smile — he remembers her face; one of the workers at the daycare mingling around children. Her name – comes from the nametag, rather than deep memory. "Long day, huh? Do you know if there are any coffee shops around the corner?"

miri doesn't necessarily hate her job. there are some parts of it that she actually enjoys. but, more often than not. she finds herself leaving at the end of every day wishing that the building would magically burn down overnight and give her just a few days of freedom. there are times that the kids are good. but it seemed as if every time there was some sort of special guest joining them the children would become so rilled up that all miri could think about was just how badly she wanted the day to be over.

she's one of the first workers to leave the building, not having the same devotion as some of her coworkers who liked to stay longer than required to make sure that the rooms where in order for the next days activities. miri was more focused on getting far enough away from the building to secretly light a cigarette without receiving anymore new parent complaints.

not one for pleasantries, miri doesn't even bother to fake a smile as she looks over at minjun. she was only paid to be nice to him while inside the walls of the daycare, there was no rule stating that she needed to carry on with the niceness after hours.

"if you think that was a long day then just try to imagine how i feel after years of it." she pulled a lighter from her pocket as she began to walk towards the gates. "closest one is this way. not very good. but the coffee is cheap."

[gswmiri]

@gswhyemi

there weren't many things in the world that son miri would admit to being scared of. and there weren't many things that actually did scare her. but, the one thing that she feared above all else was the past. in particular, the idea of her past catching up with her. that was exactly what had lead her to gwasuwon. there was a very scare chace of any part of her past catching up with her in such a remote place, so far away from the people she never wanted to face ever again.

maybe she had become too comfortable with her new life, slowly letting her guard down as the habitants of the island came to know her as the person that she wanted them to see. there was nothing to be afraid of in her new life. and slowly, over the years, miri had become much less fixated on the need to hide.

miri had actually come to enjoy the island life and was all too excited for the chance to attend the fesitval of wishes. this year she was lucky enough that she didn't even need to worry having to miss anything while being stuck at work.

with a sweet already clutched in her hand, miri made her way towards the next booth, following her nose towards whichever treat she could buy next. she's almost too preoccupied looking at the selection in front of her to notice the other girl who was eyeing up the booth.

every ounce of safety that miri felt suddenly evaporated as she looked up, eyes locking with the other girl for a moment. but the moment was all that she needed to remember. in an instant her flight instincts kicked in and she quickly spun around, praying that the hyemi didn't recognize her as quickly as she had.

[gswmiri]

gswmyunghwa​:​

(. . .)

a bottle of wine was never to be had alone. no one said that, or if they did, she hadn’t heard it. myunghwa just decided that night that she would share it. usually she drank alone but she didn’t feel doing so that night. and the only person she could think of to do so with was miri. a quick text was sent off to her friend, asking if she was free. and here she was, pouring a generous amount for both, offering miri a glass first lest someone claim she was not a good host. after all, she had her manners. “we have to finish this bottle today. i don’t have anywhere to put it. i ran out of space. can you imagine? i never realized i bought so much wine.”

miri usually wasn’t one for making friends. it was easier for her to keep up appearances when she didn’t let anyone get closer than she wanted them to be. but, she was all too good at pretending and, if there was anyone worth getting close to, myunghwa was that person. she had very quickly discovered that it was especially easy to get most things she wanted from the other girl with simple meaningless praise. as long as myunghwa was buying it, miri was willing to keep playing the game. 

so, whenever myunghwa called, miri was all too quick to drop whatever she was doing to go spend time with the other girl. after all, she was sure to find a way to make it worth her while no matter what the pair of them ended up doing.

miri had wandered home from work with the plans of curling into her bed with a bottle of wine and the latest episode of her drama but plans quickly changed when myunghwa’s text pinged her phone. miri didn’t even bother changing out of her lounge clothes before making her way to the others home. the offer of free wine was more than enough payment for the sudden change of plans. 

she let out a quiet laugh as she grabbed for the glass. the good wine was a nice change from the usual bottom-rack cheap stuff that miri stocked her apartment with. “lucky for you, i’m here now. if you need help making space i’m probably the best person that you could’ve called.”

[gswmiri]

son miri | rational neglect | wc: 380

it's her day off, so miri hasn't even bothered to change out of pyjamas by midday when the unexpected knocking roused her from where she had spent the morning, nearly comatose on her couch as she caught up on her favourite drama. she wasn't expecting anyone and nearly considered ignoring the interruption altogether. but whoever was at her door seemed persistent so she begrudgingly made her way to see what they wanted.

she crosses her arms defensively as she looks her boss up and down. it was quite rude of her to interrupt the little bit of peace that miri finds when she has her days off. whatever she had to say really could have waited until she was scheduled the next day.

it takes a moment for her to gather the confidence to reach out and take the letter. a scowl immediately crossed her face as she quickly scanned the letter. she could feel the tips of her ears beginning to turn red as anger rushed to her head. taking a deep breath, miri plasters a smile onto her face. it’s the kind of smile that is strangely scary. she folds the letter neatly, placing it on a nearby table. 

“what i do outside of my work hours is my business. my responsibility for those children ends the moment i walk out of those doors. what i do after that is my business. when an airplane goes down you take care of yourself first and foremost. this was no different. but, since they seem to think i’m so terrible i guess you won’t be seeing me for a while. i didn’t do anything wrong, and no amount of leave is going to change that. now if you’ll excuse me, i have thinfs to being doing. thank you for your visit.” 

she holds herself together as she closes and latches the door, taking in a deep breath. it takes a moment for miri to gather the strength to move. she’s conflicted. her brain doesn’t know if she wants to scream, or laugh, or cry. and so, once she’s sure that her boss is well out of sight, she sinks down against the door and, for the first time in a very long time, lets herself do all of the above. 

[gswmiri]

It seems every action has a consequence, even the ones that are a good idea at the time. You saved yourself at the beach, yes, but at what cost? You may not remember those eyes on you from the parents of the children you look after but they sure do. This is ... unexpected. Your boss is typically old fashioned but showing up to your house is an entirely new phenomenon.

When you open the door, you see the middle-aged woman standing there, hands on her hips, a folded letter in her hand. "Miri! We need to talk about something. Let me in or I might actually think about firing you!" It doesn't seem like you have much of a choice. She forces her way in, shoving the letter in your hand. It's strongly worded, signed by two parents of the children at Camellia Daycare, and they seem to be asking for you to be put on temporary leave for a month to reflect on your neglectful actions. But ... the choice is yours. Your boss seems to be giving you one. 

OOC // Provide your answer to the random encounter in character as you see fit. Your response will count for activity.

[gswmiri]

gswhan​:

( . . . )

"Hey." The clamoring from other patrons drowns out his bid to get her attention. He clears his throat and tries louder. "Hey!" Another effort lost. In a desperate attempt he reaches along the bar, fingers clasping onto the new martini set down in front of her, keeping it firm to the polished wood. "Would you mind chilling out?"

usually, this is something that miri would be doing in the comfort of her own little apartment. there are eyes everywhere (some of which liked to keep a close eye on those who spent their days watching over the children of the island). she had learnt to keep her bad habits in the privacy of her own home. but, after the recent events that they had been through, miri believed that she ought to be allowed to enjoy a few drink without worrying about the judgement that accompanied it. and, based on how crowded the room was, it seems like there were many other residents who had a similar mindset.

miri is already well into her evening by the time that others start joining her at the bar. there was no point in wasting valuable time by simply sitting at home doing meaningless tasks. at least that was the thought process she had in mind when she made her way directly to the pink room upon finishing her shift at work. with so many other people on edge from the recent incident, why should miri be the only one to hide her fear? she deserves to be there just as much as the rest of them, no matter what her profession was.

she’s not a lightweight, but choosing to knock back as many drinks as quickly as she does is more than enough to have her teetering on the need to be cut off already. that doesn’t seem to stop her though, as she pauses the babbling she hadn’t stopped for the better part of an hour for just long enough to order herself another martini. miri had convinced herself that this one doesn’t actually count since her last drink had ended up on the floor as a result of the exaggerated arm movements she had been making to go along with the stories she was telling to nobody in particular. 

she reaching for the glass, newly set in front of her before being interrupted (quite rudely if you were to ask her. she was doing nothing wrong). she turns to face the individual seated beside her, a very childish looking pout on her face as she stares him down. “what are you doing? you’re touching my things. i really wish that you would stop that. it isn’t polite to touch a strangers drink.” the whiney tone in miri’s voice perfectly matched the childish scowl on her face as she reached to tug her glass away.

[gswmiri]

yiminggsw​:

(…)

Once in the presence of other staff members, he was quick to introduce himself. “I am Guan Yiming, a freelance photographer.” He said, his smile turning more pleasant as he flashed the daycare staff his camera. “I saw Soyeon alone on the streets while taking photos and figured I would bring her back. She’s…not taking her father’s passing well and I happened to have dressed like him today.” There, that was the explanation he never bothered to give to the woman at the gates. “I would love a glass if water, if you guys don’t mind.” He turned his eyes towards the one who had yelled at him. “Perhaps Miss Son could assist me?” He heard someone call her that earlier.

miri wasted no time in snatching the child away from the stranger. sure, maybe he wasn’t the reason that she had gone missing in the first place. but, he had gone out of his way to get involved in the situation and miri wasn’t about to let him get away without any sort of scolding. she could probably find some way to pin all of the blame onto him. she was all too good at talking people into believing what she had to say.

she could do nothing but stare after him with a disgusted look on her face as he waltzed through the gates as if he owned the building that he was making himself much too comfortable in. it takes several long strides for miri’s short stature to catch up with him, panting under the weight of the child she was dragging along with her as she went. “you have absolutely no right to just be letting yourself in. you’ve already caused more than enough trouble and i highly suggest that you just leave before i have to-” she cuts her sentence short as yiming wastes no time introducing himself to her coworkers, lips pursed as she looked on with disapproval. 

the child is passed off to the first staff that miri comes across, miri giving her a quickl pat on the head before following after yiming with her arms crossed. she scoffs, rolling her eyes as he tells the story of how he came across soyeon. sure, maybe he was dressed similar but there was no way the child was dense enough to confuse him for her late father, right? 

she raises her eyebrows, unmoving as she looks him over. she wouldn’t dare cause a scene in front of her coworkers. she needed the job enough to keep her mean remarks to herself, instead settling for much nicer words than the ones she had in her head. “apologies, i’m much too busy for that. i’m sure that you-” she’s quickly cut off by a supervisor, urging her that it was the least that she could do for the man who saved them from so much trouble. miri rolls her eyes once again, turning to walk off towards the kitchen without as much as a word inviting yiming to follow along. 

[gswmiri]

open starter!

save yourself.

there’s been a voice in miri’s head for as long as she can remember, whispering her convictions of self-preservation. it’s selfish. she knows that all too well. but she isn’t going to push aside her ideals to help others, no matter the situation. she all too easily could’ve grabbed at least one person when she sensed danger, saving at least one poor stranger from the chaos that was soon to begin. but she doesn’t. all miri does is run without looking back.

save yourself. nothing matters except for yourself.

miri runs as far as she can, finding somewhere to hide while she catches her breath. there’s a small part of her that regrets her choices. there always is. but it’s too late to change that now and she’ll have to deal with it. so she does the only way she knows how. 

she makes her way to the pink room, heart still racing from the events of the day. miri usually keeps her bad habits at home, smart enough to keep her problems out of the views of the public because what would the parents say if they saw her there day after day? but she doesn’t have it in her today and this seemed like the better option. she wastes no time in ordering a drink and finding a corner to curl herself in, alone with the thoughts racing through her mind.

at least you saved yourself. that’s all that matters. 

[gswmiri]

At least you have it in you to run away from the obvious danger. It is not to say you don't have a self-preserving bone in your body. You are quite good at this, in fact. Had you not turned when you did, you would have surely been engulfed by the crowd like a hungry wave. Those around you do still account for your carelessness, however. There are enough parents in the crowd who recognize your face as one who is meant to care for their children. They can only watch your fading back as you leave everyone behind.

OOC // You are not required to write out a lengthy response but do note that your character’s actions for this encounter will be remembered for the future! 

[gswmiri]

yiminggsw​:

(. . .)

“I will return you to the daycare - no buts.” His stern voice had been enough to drop grown men to their knees back when he was with the organization, and now, it only made the kid grumble unhappily. She did get on his back when he offered to carry her, though, and provide enough information about the daycare for him to get to the correct one.

A woman was already at the gate, rather frazzled looking. Was she a teacher, looking for this one?

“Hi.” Yiming called out, picking up his pace. “Are you looking for Soyeon here?” He gestured at the child on his back, who had somehow managed to fall asleep during her ride here.

it wasn’t miri’s fault. that’s what she had spent the better half of the past half hour reiterating as the staff put themselves into panic mode. this time, it actually wasn’t her fault. she wasn’t in charge of the group of children that the missing one was apart of. yet, she just wanted to ensure that all of the staff knew that she was claiming no responsibility whatsoever for the trouble that they were currently experiencing.

tired enough of her whining, her coworkers sent her off to patrol the gate with the hopes of the missing youngster returning while they were out searching. miri was all too quick to accept the task. after all, it seemed like a much easier thing to do rather than to be stuck poking around god knows where for the kid. she did a few laps of the perimeter before settling in to lean against the gate and wait. after all, she’d already done everything that she could. why bother tiring herself doing it again, of course, she was worried enough. but miri was more than sure that the situation would resolve itself in due time. 

her eyes widened and she quickly straightened up from where she was leaning, striding towards the stranger returning their missing child. “how dare you.” miri immediately launched herself into defensive mode as she shoved her finger against his chest. “you put her down this instant.” she made quick work of pulling soyeon away from yiming, despite the wriggling and protests that were coming from the young girls mouth. 

“you have some nerve waltzing over here like everything is fine and dandy. i’ll make sure that the whole town hears about this. don’t you have any shame? what the hell were you thinking?” 

[gswmiri]

gswnoeul​:

( … )

There’s no animosity between them, nothing that brings them together except a mutual place, except the promise of food. But he fears that one wrong move can prove disastrous and send their budding acquaintanceship reeling towards having to deal with more of her overly bossy attitude in private, too. “How did you end up becoming a daycare worker?” it’s simple curiosity; a sideway glance thrown at her. “Not that you’re doing a bad job at it. Just–you know, your attitude is a bit too much sometimes.” 

Or perhaps she’s only that way when he’s there.

miri can’t help but to let out a small laugh at the sheer state of noeul at the end of the day. though most people probably wouldn’t see it at first glance, his disheveled state was all too obvious for miri. albeit, even after the numerous days they had spent together she wasn’t entirely sure if it was from exhausting or enjoying himself. perhaps one day she would be able to weasel her way into his brain so she could figure out exactly what went on in that pretty head of his. 

she quickly skipped along to catch up to him, her short stature making it easy for her to very quickly be left behind. “the usual sounds great. unless today is finally the day where you realize just how much i’m really worth and bring me out to a fancy dinner, or something.” she let out a singular laugh as she grabbed the hem of noeul’s sleeve to slow him down a tiny bit. who knows, maybe the chance of pace from their regular outing could be good for the both of them. god knows what brought them together to the point where they were both comfortable doing this. dinner in the presence of someone other than themselves. it seemed to be out of character for both halves of the oddly put together pair of acquaintances. or perhaps at this point, friends.

dropping his sleeve, miri shrugs. “it was one of the first places i interviewed when i got here and they were stupid enough to hire me. and it’s not all that bad. i don’t mind the kids. especially when i know that they’re going home at the end of the day... it’s like... trial parenthood. honestly, i’d probably relieved if you told me that i wasn’t doing a very good job at it.” she let out a singular forced laugh, going quiet for a fraction of a second.

“and by the way. i do not have an attitude.”