#mixdodger

[seolhyunmi-blog]

tonight.

@mixdodger

the sudden turn of events this night is anything but pleasant,  has left seolhyun with her blood running cold,  any color fading from her face.  the announcement on the tv hit everyone in the bar with surprise.  some have shown not a care in the world for the tragedy unfolding within the ranks of hydrus and the awful consequences following suit;  some have hurried home,  aware of the looming danger.  while seolhyun would be chatting with jun the way she usually does whenever she drops by once her work is over,  she’s left mostly silent tonight.  half-heartedly listens to the bartender she’s grown so very fond of,  attempts to smile when she’s expected to smile,  answers when she’s expected to answer.

it’s obvious there is something off,  fear clinging onto her like a second skin.  her life is on the line,  that she knows,  also knows how hydrus has no reason to hold on her back any longer.  it’s obvious they don’t mind what the citizens think of them,  the uproar they are causing.  the last thing she wants now is to endanger anyone around her,  especially the man behind the counter;  the man who’s been breaking down all the walls she’s built up,  has managed to bring back the kind of smile she thought she’d lost forever.

“i ... i need to go.”  it’s sudden as she speaks,  unaware of how late it has actually gotten by now,  ignorant to the danger on the streets.  “thank you for the drinks.  i -- i will pay you back.  i promise.”  a meek,  fleeting grin crosses her lips,  her bag fetched from the stool next to her. 

[chaexmi-blog]

not here.

@mixdodger​ — tw / intentional drugging.

The small capsule dissolves like a puff of magic as it becomes one with the bitter liquid. Except it's not magic, it's pure science. He sighs visibly as he turns towards the restaurant section of the establishment and wonders why he isn't just eating a high class dinner on this fine evening like a normal person? Because the company isn't doing it for him; they're all rival gang members, for all he knows, and he doesn't want to be among that particular audience. Hyungwon hears someone cough over his shoulder and watches as the person relieves themselves of their lunch a mere ten feet away from him. It's a struggle not to smile at the prospect of the foreseeable suffering; a gift just for him. At least the drug is working. 

It’s a little more crowded tonight than the previous week, he notices, what with the fair amount of young bodies by the bar and on the floor, and he really wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the marvelous opportunity it gives him. Hyungwon gets to blend in with everybody else, just like he wants, and be invisible again; provided that his height isn’t a cause for concern. Sometimes he thinks that he’s in the wrong profession, because people look at doctors like they’re something special when all they’ve done is fight off dying in medical school to not die in residency while subsequently trying to save people in the aftermath of their stupid mistakes. But it’s safe, and secure, and he’s viewed as a harmless individual who wouldn’t dare harm another living being; except he was doing just that, and he adored it.

Much to the dismay of his records, he doesn’t always keep track of the amount of people he causes suffrage to. Sometimes, he doesn’t stick around long enough to watch the inevitable asphyxiation, seizure, or otherwise. Although Hyungwon would absolutely love to, the most important thing is that he doesn’t get caught doing it. It’s all for fun, and it’s all for science. After all, creating the most undetectable drug on the planet isn’t going to happen overnight.

The black-haired male files through the ever growing slew of alcohol and dumb decisions to get to the bar. The bartender looks preoccupied on the other side of the bar, so he waves him over to order a drink he doesn’t quite know to get yet. “Excuse me!”

[mixgrim]

OUCH !!

「Generated Sentence Starter 」 | Status:Accepting!

███▓▒░░ SEND ME AN “OUCH” AND MY MUSE WILL… Pull a muscle. ░░▒▓███

that fucker really had the nerve to sneak into the hydrus headquarters another time and this time around grim was more than just enraged. not only infuriated by the fact that the blockheads who were supposed to keep intruders out weren't doing their jobs properly, but also riled up by the punch into the stomache area he had received by that bastard before the hitman sprinted after the thief. contrary to what the buffy build of him might suggest, he was rather athletic and fast. and even when he was furious as fuck, he was about to grab the other by the the collar and snap him back and stop him from getting away. but dogder was quick and flexible, and easily dogded grim's extended arm, just to make a swift jump onto a rooftop, even finishing it with an elegant roll over the shoulder.

without hesitation the hitman lunged right after him, slipping through air like in slowmotion, a dark shadow hunting a thief, landing on the roof with a loud bang. there was not much time to orientate himself, jetblack orbs shot left and right as they targeted the man who was still trying to get away. grim flexed his muslces as he raised himself to sprint after the target once again, just to be stroken by a pain that radiated from his leg up to the punched area that was still recovering from a stabbing wound. he stumbled back to his knees, holding onto his stomache, before looking down on his trembling leg. seemed like he had pulled a muscle after his acrobatic performance on top of myeongcho's rooftops. when he gazed back up, dogder was gone.

[danixmi]

WHOOPS !!

𝑅𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒩𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑒: Accepting!

“Whoops” ― 6. Spill something.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” 

She grabbed the nearest piece of cloth, which happens to be part of the table, pulling whatever was on there with her towards the guy and dab the growing red wine that appeared on his shirt. 

Long story short, she was drunk, and so were her teammates. It was Friday, and they would always celebrate the end of the week because they were still alive and survived another job. It had been an ongoing joke between them, a way to know that they were thriving and saving lives, continuing to do so every single week. Which means going nuts with drinks and get pissed drunk, perhaps stop by a karaoke bar at the end of the night, and cry while they sing Celine Dion. But today was actually different, because she was suspended now, and unable to work with them, but they loved her enough to invite her still to their Friday night get up. 

She had five glasses, maybe a whole bottle? Two? She forgot after the right amount of drinks she needs to be wholly gone that she got herself into trouble by spilling a new full glass of wine over a stranger. “Holy shit, I can totally fix that! I have this amazing washing machine” She gestured the whole mind blown thing, making her hands big beside her head. “It will remove the stain and more! I’ll even add softener for your troubles.” Dani offers him, throwing a wink for good measure. 

[mixyuyan]

WHOOPS !!

Random Number Generator Meme: Accepting“WHOOPS” → 11. Trip your muse.

Yuyan wasn’t mean. Or, at least, she liked to think that she wasn’t. But sometimes, certain actions were necessary to achieve certain results. That was simply how it had to be, especially in a place like Myeongcho. So, when she needed a little distraction to cover her as she made a swift exit from the bar to avoid a certain dangerous man who had just walked in, and she saw a bartender coming toward her who was carrying a precarious tray of cups... Well, she was not proud of it, but she stuck her foot out and tripped him. A necessary bitch move, if you asked her-- especially since the man she had been worried about had just spotted her when it happened.

“Sorry,” she muttered, more to herself than to him, quickly stepping around her victim and scurrying over to the exit. The chaos that she had caused did its work, no one followed her as she left the bar, or even seemed to notice her leave. Next time she came by, she’d be sure to order from him and give him a large tip. Hopefully he wouldn’t remember who’d messed with him-- she did not need another mess on her hands.

[bvllami-blog]

[ Quick Track ]

As per usual I’m the slowest rper ever. I still have soooo much shit to do but sadly I can’t tackle folks for new plots just yet- First things first though: I’m going to do a tiny thread clean out!

I’m going to drop all threads except for the ones listed below:

@wonwoomi - fancy meeting @magpiemi - damsel in distress @mixdodger - feed for the rat @mixgrim - the taste of scotch and blood @katanaxmi - pushing the limit

[chaexmi-blog]

OUCH !!

randomly generated starter meme;✧·ﾟ─.09 Have their foot run over.

Hyungwon is on his way to work and all he wants to do right now is get to the hospital for a rare late shift. He’s thankful that he’s only staying in the laboratory to aid their pathologist. What he’s not thankful for, however, is getting stopped by an ex-patient in front of Barae Motors. He’s never been to this hunk of metal before, especially since he doesn’t own any vehicles, but it looks like any ol’ junkyard to him. This ex-patient is unfortunately one of those chatterboxes who got so fooled into thinking they’re somehow friends now after three days of in-patient care.

I should’ve left you for dead.

The doctor smiles, and acts like he’s genuinely delighted to see him. He sort of is. He’s happy that the man is healthy enough to be out here, presumably at work, so Hyungwon doesn’t have to see him again. “Ah yes, Mr. Seo. How are you feeling?” He vaguely remembers the name off the tip of his tongue; only because the older man was annoying him so much he’d ask his capable nurses to tend to him in his stead.

“Awh, better, but still weak, Doc,” he answers with a resigned look; as if they were in a regular session, but the issue here is that the doctor isn’t in right now, and he thinks whether that would’ve better. “I feel like I’ve been put through a ringer.” He contains a sigh. I’d get paid if I were. Despite being on the edge of the garage, it’s still loud. The banging on exhaust pipes to fit a muffler in, refitting brake pads and seeing the hubs fall, changing flat tires — does that make noise? — then the rim hits the floor. Oh. “I think I’m running at sixty-percent, Doc.”

Then run on zero.

The black-haired male is less than impressed with the turn of events, and wants to plug either side of his head with the red and black jumper cables sticking out of the nearest car just to get out of this aggravating conversation. You’re still a doctor, Hyungwon, he painfully reminds himself. So he nods slowly, almost sympathetically, as he feigns interest.

In the near distance, he hears someone use air-powered, or perhaps they’re electric-powered, wrenches to install or take off parts. He’s not too sure of his surroundings anymore, because the man in front of him keeps teetering; successfully restricting him of more stimulating material. Everything happening at that moment is putting a strain on his hearing, and that was saying something since he’s smothered by screaming and groaning on the daily. Occupational hazards.

He puts a bit more effort into listening, but then he’s being pushed aside by the man in favor of grabbing something or another — he’s checked out. Hyungwon uses the opportunity to rub his temples in brief liberation as noise envelopes him. A peaceful day was all he asked for, but instead he gets power tools and a vexatious outpatient. Vaguely, vaguely, he thinks with no complete thought, when pressure weighs down on his right foot. Hyungwon tries to pry it away, but doesn’t manage to, so he looks. “Did you just park your damn car on my foot!?” He barely feels it up until he acknowledges the situation; and then he’s screaming out in pain — or is it shock?