#pnk11

[h-a-unted]

"...I was just doing my job, sir." For In-Ho. @pnk11 Unprompted.

"Is that it?" He asks with both eerie gentleness and firm authority. From what he had seen, everything was running smoothly. Yet, there was so much buzz going on with his little soldiers that he had been pushed to demand answers. If his men are distracted, the games can end up crumbling any second. He can't have that.

"Then... Why is it that I am getting so many complaints about you, 11? Is there something you're keeping from me? Answer honestly."

[fablesuntold]

@pnk11 sent: "I will shoot. Get back." — From Kang No-eul to Seong Gi-hun ✨

Closure; that’s all Gi-hun had yearned for since winning his games two years ago. Why were the games still taking place? Hadn’t they already had their fill yet of blood and gore? How much longer did they plan on doing this for? How many more innocent lives had to be snatched away in cold blood in order to satisfy their sick needs? Questions that still remained a mystery to him, void of answers given how not a single one of those pink jumpsuit cladded guards would give him the time of day— all of them refusing to talk to him, let alone allow themselves be interrogated by the likes of him when they were supposed to be the ones in charge.

However, Gi-hun wasn’t a quitter. He was as stubborn as they came, proven in how he’d won his first round of games and beaten all the odds. Proven now again in this precise moment, having cornered one of the guard’s alone after falsely claiming that he needed to use the bathroom.

Unfortunately, his victory was short lived and before he could so much as utter a word, they’d whirled around on him with firearm at the ready and a curt demand that he ‘get back’ before they shot him. Plan to overpower them throughly foiled, Gi-hun had little choice but to comply with their request. Shaky hands came up in surrender and a small step back was taken in hopes to appease him— her? It was hard to tell with that mask covering their face.. but judging from the sound of their voice? They sounded to be female.

“O-Okay.. okay.” Staring down the triangle mask concealing her face away, Gi-hun couldn’t help but to let a subtle scowl settle on his features. Just another coward who refused to show their face.

“..Why do you do this, huh? As some.. sick twisted way of feeling powerful? At least answer me that.” That was the least she could do, wasn’t it? But Gi-hun knew better than to get his hopes up. These people were cruel and merciless.

“Is there really no humanity left in you? No heart?” Gi-hun severely refused to believe that anybody who went about gunning people down with such nonchalance was capable of possessing such an organ. In fact, he didn’t even know how they could sleep at night with a guilt-free conscious after knowing what they’d done. If it were him in their position? Gi-hun knew he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself.

[winner456]

“I’m not afraid to shoot you….” Unprompted

ᝰ.ᐟ “ . . . And I’m not afraid to die . ” his expression remained cold , emotionless . . . it was that of a man who’s had his life on the line for so long that he’d become numb to the sensation of fear . . . his eyebrows furrow , his mind racing at a million miles a minute . he’s cheated death many times before , and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it again . gi-hun had long been reduced to a husk of a man , but one with purpose : he would end these games , even if it was the last thing he did .

[thanoshatesforks]

"Settle down. Or I will shoot!" Unprompted

His brows raised while he looked back at the soldier, his lower lip trembling, for just a split second. There was something weird about being threatened with a weapon, making his guts feel awkwardly twisted and tight. "Ah- so, is there any outcome on how I don't get shot?" He was actually sitting down, like told to. "I won't settle down- boom, shot." He was pointing finger guns at himself. "I fuck up in a game, boom, shot." He licked his lower lip shortly. "Can you at least not aim for the face?" Sighing, his sweaty hands came down on his thighs, resting there, rubbing against fabric. "See, I'm settled down. I am all okay. No need to shoot."

[accruing]

"...You need to eat." Unprompted

strange, irregular, out of the ordinary.  the guard tells me to eat, their tone flat  —  it causes my stomach to churn with anything but hunger, twisted into both rabid irritation and a sense of defiance.  i place the sweet bun down, then the milk.  i don't want it, and it's all i can do to not snap.  the guards and their insatiable need to do as told.  i find it pathetic, though i can't physically force them to stop staring, observing.  they pick up the bodies, they put them in pretty boxes.  i can't be that.  ❛❛  i don't eat most mornings.  ❜❜  it's a true statement, though it flies from my tongue as my jaw flexes.  ❛❛  if someone else would like it, they're welcome to it.  ❜❜  as it it matters.  as if any of this does.  ❛❛  — is that enough for you?  ❜❜  i couldn't help myself, and it could be my downfall.

@pnk11.

[mgcoin]

@pnk11 sent: "Are you confident you will win?" Unprompted.

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It was strange being approached by one of the pink people in such an open manner. In the seclusion of the area they were in, it was a daunting prospect and felt as if a wrong answer could lead to his death. But Myung-gi, it was the first time where he felt like he could be candid, vulnerable at last. He had kept up a very strong character, as if he was unassailable despite being bullied by a few who he had ended up owing a massive debt too due to his cryptocurrency failure. It was here that he finally lets the mask slip, much like the other had done before him.

"It's amazing what desperation does to good people." He says, a hypocritical claim considering how many people he had conned out of their money thanks to the crypto crash, but Myung-gi also wanted to show that he had the capacity to be a bit less selfish than what he had portrayed.

"I can win, but it's not about winning anymore. To me, after all the shit that has happened? Wouldn't it be better to be able to walk out of this alive with as many people as possible?" He asks with a raised brow, folding his arms as he shoots the other a glare, "How could you kill so many people? Down on their fortunes, it's all of you wearing this scary outfit pulling the trigger on all of us... Aren't you all ashamed to be killers?"

[s4lesman]

stop laughing , this isn't funny . From making demands prompts.

he feels the coldness of the truck door seep into his shoulder from the fabric of his suit . one of the squares mumble something and the salesman breathes out a quiet laughter ─ something about a circle losing his job and all his money because his wife cheated on him or something . he's not particularly interested in the stories the pink soldiers would tell him , they don't even have a face and they can't even reach the level that the salesman wanders around . but this certain triangle has the guts to quietly warn him , ask him to stop laughing . his precious chuckles , his pretty smile , how dare she ? quietly , calmly , elegantly does the salesman straightens his back and clasps his hands in front of himself . ‘ i'm sorry . did my laughter get on your nerves , soldier ? ‘ the square behind him snorts under his breath , but the salesman is way too focused on the bold triangle that had definitely stepped on a very angry lion's tail . there's great rage that's threatening to crawl up his throat , deep from his chest , filling on the tip of his tongue ; he bites it with a weird twitch of his lips and continues . ‘ are you new ? ‘ the tragedy of others bother this triangle way too much , not a quality that they need in this line of business . lean body turns sideways slightly , addressing the square guard behind himself ; ‘ your standards in choosing guards have dropped quite low , i'm afraid . the last round had better ones , quiet ones . ‘

[h-a-unted]

The woman speaks and he feels her constant gaze upon him. Though he keeps his own on the monitor, he is secretly studying the girl as he does with the rest of his soldiers.

He nods in agreement to her words, for what she said made sense with what he had seen. Hadn't things been going well overall? Yet, it seemed some of his soldiers had their own agenda... And this agenda could interfere with the overall order of the games. He doesn't want his soldiers to stop working in unison.

For a second, he had believed maybe she was the root of the cause, but... He takes a sip of his drink, pausing for long, maybe planting some tension – thinking... From the looks of it, she is not that off-key as her subordinates made it seem.

"You're only doing as you're told? Every single action of yours, is it for the sake of your duty?"

@h-a-unted sent: "Your coworkers called you 'untrustworthy'. Are they right?" From In-Ho. Unprompted.

She stared blankly, remaining silent. The entire room was silent, except the gentle sound of ice cubes clinking against each other as he drank from his glass. Her eyes did not move an inch, not even daring to blink. Those chocolate brown hues were fixated on him. Never look away from the Front Man.

No-Eul did her best to follow her duties, and it was a surprise for her when asked by the Front Man to see her. What did she do this time? There were a triangle soldiers who were giving some problems. She was only doing her job - eliminating the players. Just like all the other soldiers do. Why was she not allowed to?

"...I do not understand what they mean by that, sir." Her tone was soft, a mere form of submission; afraid of using a different tone and cross him. "I do my job of eliminating the players..." She would add.

[s4lesman]

     his gaze lingers on the crimson    that oozes out of the fresh wound . can't look away until he notices her hurry to find the mask and hide herself again .   something he shouldn't be looking at , definitely a sight of something forbidden . the pink soldiers don't show each other their faces nor to anyone else   –   the punishment for this was death .  which he delivers ,  seemingly to the wrong soldier . the salesman holds the little revolver in his hand and in front of himself ,  as he waits for her to get on her feet .  he's almost tempted to shoot her too , wonders if he'll be questioned for this . probably won't , soldiers aren't really as important as a recruiter is . and her death will be silenced , buried and forgotten if he does it ; he doesn't .   instead he flashes her a small smile , with a gentle blink of his eyes .    ‘  glad to help . can you smell it ?  ‘    a deep inhale fills his lungs with the metallic stench of blood . eyes close in pleasure , voice sounds raspy as it morphs into playful chuckle .    ‘  smells like heaven  ..  ‘     he pauses to look at her again , seemingly more focused . on her , and her trembling shoulders .    ‘  —  now .  ‘    he moves closer . back bent slightly to reach her height . the salesman isn't such an intimidating man unless he wants to look like it , usually he's viewed as the easiest to make conversation with among the squid game workers .   but he's awfully curious now , and slightly suspicious .    ‘  what did he want from you ?  ‘

[h-a-unted]

Steady, he is as unmoving as a statue as he stares the girl down. One of his soldiers, designed to follow orders, act almost as a hivemind. It is odd how the mask can work wonders to detach humanity from his soldiers. Seeing her exposed like this, it brought a different kind of thrill, a sensation of power that doesn't often reflect when staring at shapes and pink suits.

She was scared and, somehow, he enjoyed that... But he kept himself composed, a serious gaze over her as she explained herself. Usually, he'd dispose of the anomaly bothering his little colony – make an example of them, keep the rest of them in check. But, this case was different. It was interesting, her actions and the possible train of thoughts leading to such a decision – he wanted to study it further...

Hadn't they learned before that doing something like that could tip the balance?

"What did you make of that? Their harvesting, what compelled you to try and stop it?" He didn't expect her to be of the same mind, but he was one to hate when the sacred policy of this place was ignored; fairness.

Her head lowered as both hands gripped tightly to her triangle mask. Her forehead was covered in sweat, sometimes she forgot how warm it was to wear the mask and uniform. No-Eul's eyes were on the Frontman, her arms trembled. Could he see how terrified she was right now?

No-Eul had finally listened to the warnings she received from the other soldiers, especially from black square soldier. And yet, she found herself wandering into Frontman's office; forced to remove her mask and be in fear of her own life right now. There was a gentleness in his voice, but she knew it was threatening towards her.

"I...I..." Her voice was weak, struggling to keep her eyes on him. Never look away from the Frontman, No-Eul. Keep looking at him. A trembling hand pushed some strands of hair away from her face, her breathing grew louder.

"...I never realized just how many complaints there were. I'm sorry, sir. But...I have an idea they're annoyed with me, due to me killing the players so their organs cannot be used for...harvesting."

Well, the truth's finally out. No sense in hiding it now. She knows either way, he's going to kill her.