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  “Three may keep a secret..."
  
  
  “Three may keep a secret...”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Almost everyone has done something they regret. Regret may have come immediately after, instantaneously striking you with that overwhelming feeling of guilt. Though it may be delayed. The realization may take time to settle. It grows steadily like a seed that was planted and watered. Regret may not even show it's ugly head until the aftermath of it all. When the consequences are too great to handle and it seems better to have never taken action in the first place.
  
  For a few, regret never comes.
  

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  It was hot, the summer heat at it's highest all season. The lack of rain made the weather uncomfortably dry. A single bus drove down an only desolate road in the middle of the rural parts of the North Jelloa Province in South Korea. It wasn't meant to take this route, but construction and a detour brought the bus driver on a confusing twist through back roads instead of the main highway. They were obvious lost, since the bus ride had already been almost an hour over the original 4 and a half hour trip. It probably didn't help that it was night and there wasn't a single light and little to no visible signs.
  
  Rain clouds had ominously been looming overhead for the majority of the day. It seemed a storm was brewing in more than one way. The bus, running from Seoul to Gwangju, was supposed to arrive at 10pm. It was now 11:47pm and they were no closer to reaching their detestation than they were an hour ago. The bus was practically empty. Only 6 passengers remained. Grumbling to themselves about the time, sleeping, or just staring out the window as quiet rain began to patter against the window to pass the time. They were very unaware that they wouldn't make it to the city anytime soon.
  
  Was it a sick twist of fate that brought these souls together? Even if none of them knew, they all held one thing in common. They all were running. Running from the same monster. Each with a deadly secret to keep. Each being hunted by an evil much greater than just one man. They say you don't mess with the Jopok, or the Korean Mafia, and survive. This unlucky crew seemed to have done just that. They may have poked the bear on accident, or completely on purpose, but they now have a target on their backs.
  
  As the bus came to a slow and eventually stopped on the side of the road, they now became sitting targets. After a check under the hood, it was clear that the bus wasn't moving another inch, let alone the miles they still needed to go in order to get to Gwangju. They were stranded. Without phone service, no one really knew what to do. But just one lucky thing happened. A road sign indicating a town just one mile away. Maybe they had a phone they could use, or a repair man. If anything they probably at least had one place to stay for the night instead of sleeping in the bus.
  
  It had only been sprinkling when they all got out of the bus. About half way to the town, the soft patter of rain had spend up to an almost downpour. Arriving to the so called "town" was just as much as a let down. It wasn't more than a tiny farming village surrounded mostly by rice fields and hills.ad worse? The only place they had to stay was a very very old inn with only one of the suits. Thankfully with two bedrooms, but 7 people in one space? It was just one night. They could do one night.
  
  Well, it wouldn't be just one night. With the only repair man in the nearby radius out of town to help with a family member for the next three weeks, it looked like they were in for the long haul. And it wasn't like they wanted to call in a taxi and be able to be tracked. Maybe being in the middle of nowhere wasn't so bad when you're supposed to be in hiding. Or maybe it was worse than anyone of them could have pictured. Let's just cross our fingers and hope that no one catches up to our hopelessly stranded strangers. Better get cosy. It was going to be a very very long 20 days.
  
  

  the enemy--

  The Lee family has ran one of the leading gangs within the Korean underground since the early 1970s. Being involved with drugs, human trafficking, weapon dealing, extortion, and more, they are a force to be reckoned with. The current leader is Lee Owen who took over when his father retired and moved to Singapore.
  
  Their operation is linked to other large gangs in the United States, China, Japan, and Hong Kong. Based out of Incheon, they have many branches within other cites like Busan and Mokpo. More than just Kkangpae, or common street thugs, they are highly organized. A well oiled machine, the Lee clan is notorious. It's leaders are all wanted by the government. It helps, though, that they have their fingers playing puppeteer there too. They are bad news for anyone who crosses them or ends up on their bad side. You're basically a dead man walking if you try.
  
  

  the village--

  The people in this very small village are quiet, mostly distrusting of strangers since not many come around. Their main occupation is farming. Located in the south west part of North Jelloa Province, it's fairly close to mountains and temples. There isn't much there. There is a single "Inn" as it's called by it's owners. It's mostly just a small apartment off of this older couple's home. With two bedrooms, a common area, and a kitchen, it's definietly a tight squeeze for 7 people. Thankfully they told the bus driver he could sleep on their couch.
  
  The floors are creaky, the roof leaks when it rains, and the furniture is probably from the 60s. But it's only 3 weeks. Three very long and boring weeks. Other than homes, there is basically nothing but wilderness around. Feel free to go on walks in the hills, the scenery is beautiful. That is really the only perk of being here.
  
  

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  “...if two are dead.”
  
  
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  "It was an accident, but no one will believe me when I tell them."

  
  

  Blood Guilty
  male
  
  He is honestly a good person. Someone who has never done anything wrong in his life. He's got it good, everything together with his dreams mapped out and within reach. But then it fell apart. Being with the wrong person as the wrong time brought on a fight that he wasn't prepared for. It all happened so fast, but by the time it was over, there was blood on his hands. It was an accident, truly, he never meant to kill the other person. Even worse, the person who died? Was the child of a mafia boss. He couldn't tell anyone, he had to get out, to escape. Otherwise they'd kill him. And going to the police? They'd throw him in prison. He wouldn't last one day in there. His perfect life? Gone in the blink of an eye.

  
  
  

  "He can't find me. I won't let it happen. This is my only chance."

  
  

  Wayward Child
  Female
  
  She's grown up all her life knowing that her family was on the wrong side of the law. Though her father never explicitly told her when she was younger, he never tried to hide it either. As she grew, he began to groom her and her two siblings to follow in his foot steps. He'd need someone to take over the family business, but this wasn't the life that she wanted. It was cruel, harsh, and unjust. Not to mention incredibly dangerous. Once she heard of the death of her brother, she knew that her father would pressure her even further to be the one to step up, since she was more capable than their other sibling. That shock was enough to tell her to get out. She knows that her father will do anything to get her back. He's probably even ordered that she'd be returned alive. But she's even more certain he never even mentioned without harm.

  
  
  

  "I know it wasn't mine, but I couldn't let them have it."

  
  

  The Mole
  Male
  
  He knew this was a terribly good idea when he started on it. Somehow the boss got his hands on a very important database. One the man in charge wanted to use. For some reason, he wanted to have it for himself. It wasn't his to take, but be it for money, power, or justice, he needed it. So, with sticky fingers and a bit of luck, he was able to get his hands on the information. It was his. A single usb drive with billion dollar information. Maybe he's sure what he's going to do with it, or maybe he's not. Whatever the case, the boss knew he was the only person who could have pulled this whole thing off. He knows it's just a matter of time before they try to catch up to him. His goal is to keep that from happening.

  
  
  

  "This is what I get for cheating. I'm so dead."

  
  

  Spare Ace
  Female
  
  She was good, and she knew it. The numbers all in her favor, an expert at counting cards. She had worked her way up for a long time in small casinos to start with now up to high risk games. With a seat costing a million dollars, she was set to win more money than she had ever before. Playing with those in organized crime was not only dangerous but also illegal. To cheat in that game proved she had a death wish. She won the first time, unsurprisingly, and then again, and again the third round. Well, if she had just taken her money and ran, things would have been fine. That last game proved her a cheater, one that cheated an underground crime ring out of millions of dollars. And oh ho was the Boss mad. She somehow made it out alive, but how much longer can she keep her life?

  
  
  

  "Hey come on. It was a business deal. I didn't realize that it was your toes I stepped on."

  
  

  The Businessman
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  Ok, so it was probably a bad idea. But it was going to score him so much cash. Someone just sitting on that many grams of the good stuff was just begging to be looked into. It could really take his rinky-dink drug dealer gig to the next level. They had enough money, couldn't they share? They could be idiots keeping that stash and would have never pick up on the fake bills. A bit of persuasion got him the deal, and knowing a friend of a friend who could counterfeit money made the plan perfect. He almost got away with it too. But he didn't. They found out the cash he was attempting to buy millions of dollars worth of hard drugs with was fake. You guessed it, they were mad. He didn't know how he escaped their first attack on his house. Good intuition I guess. But he definitely can't go back now. It was before he could even make his first sale too. Bummer...

  
  
  

  "Tell me this isn't happening. This wasn't even my bus."

  
  

  Guilty By Association
  Female
  
  Curse her terrible habit of running late. Curse the fact the bus came a few minutes early. Could she have worse luck? All she wanted to do was travel in a fast and cheap way to visit her grandmother, was that too hard to ask? But no. She had to miss her first bus, and now this one breaks down? She's trapped with five strangers in the middle of nowhere. This is a nightmare to her. And she only knows half the story. When bullets start flying she'll start wondering who the heck these people really are. Sorry grandma, she'll be very late to dinner
  

  
  
  

  "I know all his dirty little secrets. I won't tell I just want out."

  
  

  The Mistress
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  All she wants is a fresh start. She was well aware that he was married and his line of work wasn't exactly legal, yet she didn't let it dissuade her from perusing a relationship with the crime boss. She was young, dumb, and willing to take the risk. It seemed exciting, and he was rich and showered her with gifts. As time went on, she learned things. She was almost like a personal therapist for his problems. Secret after secret was locked inside her mind, further binding her to him. Though love began to fade and he became more and more controlling. His brutal and cruel nature wasn't kept out of their relationship for long, turning very unhealthy rather fast. She wanted to end it and move on with her life. The problem? The information she held. He couldn't let her go and spill everything he ever told her, despite her telling him over and over that she would never. So when she escaped, there was instantly a bounty on her head. At this point, he just wants his secrets die with her. Sooner rather than later.
  

  
  
  

  "I thought I was done with all of this. Just my luck I guess."

  
  

  Ex-Double Crosser
  Male
  
  A life of crime is something he is very familiar with. Because he was deep in it a few years back. Being young when he was inducted as part of one of the largest gangs in South Korea, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Crime was all he knew, it only seemed right that he continued down the path he started on. He slowly built his way up. Then all at once it fell apart. He was caught when a deal went sideways. They left him behind. When he was questioned, it seemed like the only way to save himself was to cut a deal. And it didn't feel too bad since they left him in the dust. Betraying the trust of a gang is a bad idea, yet he gained governmental protection. They ended up taking down an even bigger operation and arresting an even higher man in the chain. That put him permanently on the bad side of some of the most powerful people in the underground. He knows that if he ever comes in contact with anyone associated with the gang, he's dead on sight. But he's just helping his uncle and aunt with their inn and farm in a completely different part of the country, how are they going to find him now?

  
  

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[ameuSHhen1Tn2ba]

-bae jeong-eun

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The bus was dark. A few dim overhead lights cast a gentle glow as they continued down the bumpy county road. Jeong-Eun, while fading in and out of sleep, had lost track of how long they had been on this so called short detour. It was at least an hour. Maybe more. The bus driver was very clearly lost, but what could he do? Cellphone service was practically non-existent in this area, so GPS was out of the question. He hadn't checked the time recently, but he had a feeling they were close to the time they were supposed to be arriving in Gwangju. They were nowhere near their destination. Eun had just accepted that this whole night would be just them turning down random roads until they found...he wasn't sure. Civilization maybe? Someone with a map?

There was an attempt made on his part to sleep. It wasn't that he wasn't tired. Jeong-Eun was certain he had never been so exhausted in his life. Right now he was getting a maximum of two hours of good sleep if he was lucky. The deprivation was probably due to sleeping on uncomfortable benches and noises that jolted him awake in panic. The nightmares and cold sweats didn't exactly help either. Right now, every intense swaying motion of the bus woke him up from the very light nap he was trying to take. Eun wasn't woken up by the movement, per say, but he was aware of his surroundings at the moment.

His new travel partner was sitting by the window right next to him. He wasn't sure if Kaia was asleep or just sitting there...or whatever people do when they're bored. Eun did not, under any circumstances, want to annoy her. He was worried that he'd bump into her with his shoulder. Or his head would roll over while he was asleep and rest on her shoulder. They weren't, like, close enough for him to lay on her. They just randomly met a few days ago. That would just be weird. And probably uncomfortable. And awkward. So every jerk that the vehicle made, his body stiffened to avoid all of those possible terrible scenarios.

Eyes closed, Jeong-Eun had just moved to rest his elbow on the arm rest by the aisle so that he could support his head with his hand. It was better than just letting his chin hit his chest while he looked like a dead fish. He pulled on the hoodie that came up over the hat he was wearing, adjusted the brim in order to avoid the lights that started shinning on his face. He should just live with the fact he wasn't sleeping and not even try. That was when he felt the bus slow. It was not odd to stop. Not at all. Even in the middle of nowhere stop signs exist apparently. However. The weird thing was the noise coming from the engine. It sounded whinny, then loud clanks, until it began to sputter. Eun may not have been familiar with engines, but it was probably safe to assume that those sounds didn't mean good things. He sat up in his seat, rubbing his tired eyes, and pushing his clear framed glasses up on his nose. He blinked a few times while watching the driver, who had turned off the bus and grabbed a flashlight, push himself out of the chair and go out the door while muttering something to himself.

Oh God was it quiet inside. Eun hadn't noticed how loud the engine actually was. Without the background noise, the air felt so empty. His groggy brain was trying to figure out what was going on here. Were they having bus troubles? In the middle of absolutely nothing? This sounded like a horror movie in the making. Well, he was already living the horror movie, this was just a new plot twist. Was this his bad karma coming to wreck everything it possibly could? He looked over at Kaia, giving her a questioning glance. What exactly was going on. The only noise he could hear was the gentle rain coming from the open door and the confused and distraught murmurings from the rest of the passengers.

Jeong-Eun took a quick look around at the others spread out among the many empty seats. There had to be less than 10 people in here, including himself and the driver (a correct assumption since there was only 8). He had learned that not many people took a night bus to Gwangju. Eun had just ignored the other passengers. Heck, he had barely even spoken to Kaia during the past few hours, and he knew her. The others? Well, even if he was at all outgoing and in a different situation, he probably wouldn't just pick one of them to start a conversation. To be honest, the majority of them looked shady. Maybe that was just his paranoia talking.

It took a decent amount of time before the bus driver returned from outside. The look on his face was already talking before he opened his mouth. He looked worn, but also very obviously disappointed and concerned. Yeah, this wasn't going to be good was it? "Ok everyone," He announced, pulling everyone's focus to him if it wasn't already there, "I have some...bad news." Jeong-Eun let out a quiet sigh. How bad was bad though? He'd get his answer soon enough as the bus driver continued, "I can definitely say that we aren't making it to Gwangju tonight, or anytime soon. We're going to need a mechanic to get anywhere right now." So bad was pretty bad. Nothing like breaking down on the side of a desolate road in the middle of the night while it rained. This whole situation was absolutely perfect. Eun groaned as he leaned back in his chair, resting his head on the head rest. This was seriously not happening right now. He must have fallen asleep and he was having another nightmare. Honestly, it made him nervous that they were just sitting on the side of the road for absolutely anyone to happen upon. Specifically anyone with less than peaceful intentions.

What were they going to do now? Stay in the bus until morning and call a mechanic? Oh, wait, there wasn't any cell phone service. Jeong-Eun really did not want to hitchhike the rest of the way there. "The good news is..." He sat up in his seat. Was this really good news? Or was he just trying to make a funny joke in a very unamusing situation? "There is a sign that's up ahead that says there is an inn about a mile and a half away. Lucky break huh?" The boy blinked in his direction because of his choice of words. He wouldn't exactly call that lucky, but you know it was...something. "I am going to head down the road, try to get a place to stay, and then see if there is a phone I can use in the morning to call the company to send someone out here. You all are welcome to stay here or come a long with me. It's just sprinkling out, so it's not that bad."

So now he had a decision to make. Sleep on the bus in the middle of the wilderness, or take a walk down the road and sleep in a real bed in a real room. He hadn't stayed anywhere in a week. An Inn sounded nice. But at the same time, it was still raining. That didn't sound pleasant. Hmmm.... Decisiveness had never really been his strong suit. Good thing Jeon-Eun had someone else to make decisions for him. He turned to Kaia to get her opinion. "What do you want to do?" He asked in a hushed voice. Eun hated that he even had to attempt to make this decision. This whole thing was an inconvenience, a very stressful inconvenience. Hopefully though they could be on their way tomorrow when everything was fixed and ready to go. Little did he know that that would be far from reality.

 

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Soo-Ah had lost track of time after the bus had taken a detour, it almost felt as of they were just traveling in the same direction over and over again, did going to Gwangju always took this long or it was exactly this route that took this long? If she had been earlier at the bus station she would have made it in time to her original bus, but that day she hadn't been her usual self who was aware of her surroundings and everything she did if her parents found out that she was late to take her bus she was sure she would have to listen to the sermon of early is on time, on time is late. Or maybe they have just given her a disappointed look and tell her she should do better and then they would focus again on work.

In other instances, Soo-Ah wouldn't have minded the delay on their arrival, she couldn't be rude to someone who was trying to do their best at their job, but just being on that bus just made her overthink everything that happened in the competition. Did she rush too much on the precision stage? Sure five minutes to shoot 30 shots could be a lot or just a little time depending on the person, but when you added that you needed to shoot precisely to get the number of points necessary along with the rapid stage to make it to the final round, along with having to compete with the rest of the athletes trying to secure a spot on those final eight,
while everyone had the goal of standing in that podium.

Or maybe it was just the fact that during the final stage she got flustered over the fact that she had missed more shots than she anticipated or maybe deep inside she was being cocky and was sure that the girl who was a rookie wouldn't have a place on the podium and she was sure she secured her spot, either way, she finished on fourth and she just stood on the sides as she saw everyone congratulate the winners.

It wasn't until the bus finally stopped that she wondered if something was happening, since they were in the middle of nowhere and probably not even close to Gwangju, couldn't Soo-Ah take a break? She just wanted to spend some time with her grandmother without worrying about anything while she just ate the food her grandma made to cheer her up, but now she was stuck not knowing what would happen next with strangers, maybe it was just a small problem and they would be back on track soon.

Maybe Soo-Ah was too naive hoping that everything would be fine, instead, she as hit with the reality of that the bus needed the repair of a mechanic and they wouldn't arrive at their destiny anytime soon, she was not being lucky that day, if only she had been on time to her original bus she wouldn't be involved in this mess. She wondered what would they do now, there was no reception they couldn't call anyone do they needed to make signs of smoke to ask for help, that was impossible since it was raining then the driver said that there was a sign for an inn not to far away from where they are and how he was going to head down to try and stay for the night. It wouldn't be dangerous to walk in the night that wouldn't seem suspicious, but staying on the bus just seemed like a sign made of lights that say come, we are here to any thief or dangerous person.

Soo-Ah took a glance around at the other passengers it seems everyone was on their own except for those who were sitting together which she assumed were a couple, would any of them say something? Sure, she didn't want to expose herself in the middle of nowhere but she knew she needed to be helpful in any situation, that's what her parents always taught her to do something the right thing and look for the others instead of worrying about herself, she couldn't leave the driver on his own that wasn't morally acceptable "I'll join" she said as she grabbed her backpack and stand up from her seat and exit the bus, maybe the walk would help her to give her mind a break of all her thoughts.

Moon Soo-Ah

Mood: why this is happening to me?

Outfit: Here

Location: bus

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avaline had dressed for comfort, thinking she'd be able to get a wink of sleep during the long ride to gwangju, but the girl had spent a large part of the night staring out the window of the bus. her head rested against the headrest of her seat, never having once lulled to rest against the window. to the more observant passerby, she might even look somewhat nervous, but avaline was far from feeling any sort of anxiety. her pretty features had been contorted into an expression of irritation for several hours now.

what was it that was bothering her? well, everything. nevermind that the driver seemed to not know anything about navigating these winding roads, avaline's thoughts were still occupied by having to watch her favourite sweater go up in flames, all for the sake of dodging some petty sore losers. admittedly, the fact that she now had a bounty on her head by an organised crime syndicate that was far more powerful than she was giving them credit for was also of mild concern, but the sweater had been such a nice shade of blue. otherwise, the sameness of the environments they'd passed was not helping in the least. if they saw a deer or some shit on the way it might have caught her interest long enough for her to feel less dreary, but it'd been trees, trees and darkness only. she missed how lit up seoul was. it gave her a lot more to get distracted by.

the unusual sound of whines and clanks beneath her made her head turn away from the window, her gaze ambling from one corner of the bus to the next. avaline wasn't sure why. it wasn't like there'd be a robot chilling in a corner or some shit. the answer presented itself as already slowing bus came to a dead halt. she sat up marginally straighter, slightly more alert as she leaned out the aisle to peer at the driver making his way off the stopped vehicle, flashlight in hand. had the bus broken down?

"okay everyone, i have some bad news." of course. avaline let out a quiet sigh of annoyance, leaning back into her seat with her arms crossed, not much unlike a petulant child. "i can definitely say that we aren't making it to gwangju tonight, or anytime soon. we're going to need a mechanic to get anywhere right now. but the good news is... there is a sign that's up ahead that says there is an inn about a mile and a half away. lucky break huh?"

her eyebrow quirked up at that, though her lips remained in a frown. as the bus driver continued explaining how he'd be heading down to check it out, avaline weighed her chances. she could stay here till morning, though a quick check of her own told her there were at least 6-7 hours before daylight. she took another look around the cast that had gathered on the vehicle, then at the dimly lit surroundings outside of the bus. stranded on a bus with weird characters for several hours, or hide out at an inn where she wasn't a sitting duck? one of the other passengers (a young girl, by the looks of it. barely a young adult) had made her decision, standing and stating her participation. avaline watched her with curious eyes as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and made her way off the bus. her trained eye caught onto the light stiffness to her gait, though the gambler chalked it up to just nerves. they were, after all, in the middle of nowhere with daylight long lost.

well, regardless of who would be going along on their little trip, avaline had already made her choice. unfolding her legs from where they'd been tucked in beneath the seat, she stood, easily grabbing her bag from where it'd been stowed away in the overhead compartment.

"i hope you know this way a little better, mister."

avaline said pointedly as she headed for the front of the bus, slinging her bag over her shoulder. the driver seemed somewhat ashamed by her comment, though she paid it no heed. it was deserved.

avaline alighted the vehicle with graceful steps, enjoying how the soft sounds of rain got ever so slightly louder, though the way little raindrops were pelting her every so often was significantly less pleasant. with a hand shielding her face, avaline rummaged through her bag for the tiny umbrella she'd packed. she'd brought it because it was a definite necessity, but she hadn't been planning on having to use it this quickly. it now came in handy, she supposed, for the little space it took up where she might've been able to stuff another shirt. it opened with a satisfying pop, sheltering her from the light sprinkle. the umbrella was large enough to fit another, but with the slight distance she was putting between her and the girl who had volunteered first, it was clear avaline had no intention of sharing. maybe she'd consider if she asked politely, but avaline was not known for being particularly helpful nor proactive. speaking of, she hated referring to her as "the girl" in her head.

""what's your name? you look like someone who'd be named soo-something."

was she making friends? maybe acquaintances, if you really tried to reach for something. those labels rarely meant anything to avaline.

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[neon reverie]

Park Sun-mi

Mood: keep calm sun-mi

Location: inside the bus

Outfit: don't be suspicious-

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darkness enveloped the figure as it floated through the halls of her own mind palace, the density of the umbra lulling her slowly into a sleeping state as a berceuse flowed in its own tranquilizing manner. but just as sun-mi drifted further and further into dormancy, an ominous shadow started to loom over her, its claws slowly encompassing her frame, and suddenly, she got pulled into a tempest of dreadful memories. images of bruises and blood on pale skin flashed through her mind, a beast of a man raining blows down on the smaller figure in front of him. malicious laughter echoed through the chambers of her head, whispers of false affection bled into her ears, and a blade sliced into her skin. the demon called her to her doom while his pawns prepared the grave.

you can run but you can’t hide.

eyes cracked open as sun-mi jolted out of her horror riddled sleep, earbuds falling out of her ears, the thundering sound of a heart pounding against the ribcage and distant buzzing of the bus’s engine filling her ears instead. she'd nearly launched herself out of her seat, her survival instincts urging her to leave wherever she was at the moment and run till her legs would give in. it took her a moment to regain her senses as the memory seeped back into the mind and her surrounds became more vivid again. right. she was on this wretched bus ride towards Gwangju. sun-mi released a shaky breathe, before slumping back in her seat and closing her eyes again - trying to drain out yesterday’s emotions and today’s nightmares.

sun-mi’s life for the past few months had certainly been a rollercoaster with very steep downs, organizing a planned escape from the symbolic prison she’d lived in and all. and yet, even then, her break out had cost the high price of a life (wonderful - another suitcase of harrowing memories that could be added to the pile of mental baggage) and there had not even been the time to take a breathe and celebrate the miniscule victory. not with demons chasing her at every whim and one foot still in the gave. she supposed this all could have been anticipated somewhere, you knew what they would say: life is a bitch and then you die.

nevertheless, in sun-mi’s case, shockingly enough, she was not ready yet to become the victim of cold-blooded homicide. there was still a small fighting spirit alive and kicking in her, a buried demand for retribution and a middle finger that said: fuck the damn mafia, i deserve to live. alas, it seemed that fate had a different opinion on it, surely liking to throw another god-sized curveball into her life. if sun-mi had known that the bus driver was absolutely incompetent in at his one job and that she’d to suffer a whole detour while in the same bus as the daughter of the man she was on the run from, then she would have definitely not bought that bus ticket this morning. ugh, this was what she got for making such an impulsive decision.

as soon as she had seen the girl walking to the bus from the window- immediately recognizing her - sun-mi had quickly thrown on a hoodie and sunglasses, before pretending to be sound asleep. at the very least, she’d done well in taking a seat all the way at the back of the bus, but she knew that there was no room for additional risks. if the daughter would uncover her identity, then her own damnation would truly be imminent. sun-mi needed to disappear as soon as possible again, and without a trace.

averting her gaze, the ex-mistress glanced over at the scenery. it was then, however, also when strange noises started to emerge from the vehicle. now, sun-mi was certainly not an expert in deciphering vehicle noises, but even she was pretty sure that sputtering was not something a well functioning bus should do. and to confirm her suspicions, it did not take long for the bus to stop and for the driver to exit the vehicle.

it then felt like an eternity till the driver came back, bearing the news of their unfortunate stranding. his words became more muted by the second as well did any of the other noises around her. all sun-mi could focus on was the sensation of her heart jumping records, her fight or flight hormones kicking in like an impulse too strong, too quick and too immediate. no, they could not just stay here; she needed to stay on the move! she panicked, and it was all over her and she couldn’t breathe-

shutting her eyes, sun-mi tried her best to anchor herself to a particular sound. the light rain tapping against the windows was her savior this time, and she proceeded to try and sync her breathing to the pattering noise.

the method worked once again, the fog disappearing from the mind, her heartbeat slowing back to semi-normal levels. taking another breathe, she tried to direct her attention back to the present, and as her previous blurred vision cleared up again, she watched some of the people leaving the bus. contemplation settled in at the new dilemma presented before her. to stay or to go? the last thing she wanted was to actually interact with the others so following the crowd where possible conversation could start was not the greatest idea. nevertheless, staying inside this bus for long did not sit well with her either. in the end, she supposed she could at least roam the area, survey any viable escape routes should things go south very fast.

still, sun-mi also decided to wait till most of the others had cleared the bus..

you know - just in case.

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[natasha.]

katarina 'kaia' lee

Of all the things that could go wrong, Kaia never expected a broken down bus to be her downfall.

Granted, it wasn't her downfall yet but it may as well be. Having grown up the way her father wanted her to, Kaia was well aware of how quickly he could have his men catch up to her. Of course, it was because of those same conditions that she'd gotten this far. Otherwise she wasn't sure she would have lasted more than a day without being found and brought back. The fact that she had no idea what was waiting for her back home if she was taken back was even more frightening.

The fear kept her going though, and a broken down bus was admittedly not the first surprise to come her way since fleeing. Almost everywhere she went, Kaia was careful to keep her head down and avoid eye contact. It was funny because she was skilled in the art of deception. While working for her father, she could stare a person down with an unwavering gaze while making a blatant lie seem like nothing but the absolute truth. Circumstances were different though, and it was much harder to meet the gazes of strangers all around her without feeling nervous or paranoid. Given the situation, a little paranoia was warranted.

Despite all of that, Kaia had made a friend. Was it a wise decision? Probably not. Was she going to change her mind about her traveling companion? Definitely not. Never mind that traveling with another person might throw her father off guard since she'd left all on her own, but Eun was surprisingly easy to be around. Meeting him was also when she first laughed a proper laugh for the first time in what felt like forever. Not because he'd wooed her with his stellar sense of humour but rather because she'd startled him by sitting down next to his sleeping form at a bus stand. She couldn't help it. His reaction had been hilarious, even if she didn't know him up until that point, and he hadn't taken offence to it which was even better. Kaia was still processing the fact that they'd so quickly decided to accompany each other Gwangju but at the moment her thoughts were scattered — mainly because the bus had come to a stop in the middle of nowhere.

Since the bus had left the station, Kaia had been wide awake. Sleep was impossible at this point of time, so she just looked out the window and let the hours pass by. Since it became clear that the bus wasn't going any further though, Kaia sat up a little straighter and looked to her traveling companion. She did her best to hide the nervousness from her face. Every decision she made all went toward escaping her father and that part of her life, but Eun didn't know about any of it and she sure as hell wasn't giving any of that away.

When it was clear that the passengers had two options, Kaia knew her answer. It was why she hardly hesitated when Eun looked to her for direction. "Let's go," she told him, almost immediately. Kaia added on to that a moment later, realising that she may have sounded a bit weird. "Some real food that didn't come out of a packet would be nice," she explained her reasoning, the corner of her mouth twitching up to give a hint of a smile.

The reality was that sitting in that bus was more or less a death sentence. If they did catch up to her, escape would be that much more difficult. She'd rather dodge bullets on a highway than be trapped in a bus with no easy way out.

Other passengers seemed to want to get out as well, which she supposed was better. It was easier to stay hidden while walking among other people, so once two women got up and stepped out of the bus, Kaia rose to her feet and grabbed her bag before gently nudging Eun so the two of them could follow the driver. "C'mon." She hadn't thought to pack an umbrella but the drops of rain against her skin wouldn't be unwelcome. If anything, she thought it might feel a little refreshing.

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[weldherwings]

bailey seo

mood

so damn tired

location

on the bus - now off the bus

outfit

gray shirt, navy hooded jumper, black training pants + a black mask

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none

He couldn’t sleep. Actually, that was a lie. He could sleep for a thousand days if he wanted to. The fact was, he wasn’t allowing himself to sleep.

Bailey sat in the comfortable plush bus seat, completely tensed up and watching as the world around him went zooming by. One hand grasped onto the top of a pet carrier and the other clutching onto his backpack with his dear life, pressing it up against his body. He couldn’t let his guard down, not even for one second. No matter how much his eyes were drooping and no matter how long it had been since he had slept (almost about to reach the thirty-sixth-hour mark and it was getting rough), he wasn’t going to let himself give in to his body’s temptations and needs. He was going to drink how over many cups of coffee to stay awake, despite his extreme dislike for the beverage, and he was going to keep alert by any means possible.

He wasn’t doing this all just for fun. In fact, staying awake and drinking horrible b-grade cups of caffeine was the last thing that he wanted to do. It all started a week ago. His brother had just been sentenced to jail after being found guilty of attempted homicide. Bailey had been running their little… company… by himself, solo. And boy howdy, was it stressful. Well, the word seemed to go around that it was now a solo gig. And it seemed as if he had stepped on one too many toes because the threat messages began to flood in claiming that they would be coming to break his legs. Well, Bailey enjoyed having his legs. Therefore, he decided that maybe it would be best if he just… left. Ran for it. So, he stashed his backpack with all the money he had in the house, put his pet sugar gliders, Larry and Loise, into a pet carrier and left everything behind him. He was on his way to start fresh. A brand new life in a new city, and hopefully… far away as possible from those people that were claiming to turn his bones into powder.

The bus jolted, causing Bailey to jump. So much for keeping on guard. Wait… what was happening? Curiously, he sat there in silence, watching as the bus driver went to check on the engine. Upon his return, he said something that made his stomach drop. They were stuck. Jesus Christ, he was a sitting duck now, wasn’t he? This was the last thing he needed. He needed to… just… keep moving. The suggestion of waiting around for a mechanic was laughable. However, it seemed as if people were agreeing to come off the bus and find their way to a bed. Bailey watched intensely as the people around him began to stand and shift their way off the vehicle, causing him to clutch onto his items even closer. Now, he could join them. He could actually sleep in a bed and get some shut-eye. But at the same time, what if he fell asleep and those assholes found him and chopped him into little pieces? And then if he stayed here, there was no one here that could help him out if he got into any danger.

His train of thought was derailed, however, as he began to hear the high pitched barking of one of the sugar gliders in his carrier. Right. Larry and Louise were nocturnal. They were probably awake and ready to eat and drink. Ah, if only he had something on him to give them. He would’ve thought they would have at least been somewhere close to their destination by now. Releasing a soft, defeated sigh through his dark mask that covered his mouth and touched the tip of his nose, it seemed as if his pets had made their decision for him. Slowly standing from his position, he slung his backpack on backwards, so it was pressed against his chest rather than his back and took hold of his carrier. Bailey moved in a snail-like manner, following the others out of the bus quietly. The feeling of the raindrops hitting upon his skin was refreshing. Closing his eyes and tilting his head upwards, he took a moment to allow the small drops to glide over his skin. This was what he needed. A clean slate. To be refreshed.

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The cold breeze from the built-in air-conditioner of the bus's ceiling bore down on him, so intently that Elvis could feel the chill through the thick fabric of his cap. He shoved himself further into the corner of the seat, folded arms pressing even more tightly against his chest. What a pain. They should have been arriving at their destination by this time but, here they were, looped in some horror movie sequence instead. Clearly, the driver was either very unfamiliar with this route or a total fucking moron.

As Elvis's gaze wandered across the fellow victims of this terrible journey, his mind flashed back to a few hours ago, when the sparse passengers had first started climbing onto the ride. Not a single one had looked very pleased to be where they were, but that wasn't what struck him about this lot — it was the sheer number of faces he actually recognized. If the bus doors hadn't already been closing by the time he'd absorbed that information, Elvis would have walked out and holed up somewhere for the next ride instead. He was never a believer in the supernatural but when you had the daughter and girlfriend of the guy who wanted to kill you as two out of only six other passengers, you kind of have to start blaming god or some shit.

Elvis has no idea why they would also be on this ride and he didn't particularly care. All he knew was: add on that girl in the cardigan who he'd seen lingering multiple times in the gang's gambling hall, flashing her little nickname around, and this might as well be a fucking field trip for the mafia. The only piece of comfort he could find was that none of them seemed to have nearly as much interest in observing other people as he did. That hadn't stopped him from dragging the tongue of his cap as far down his face as it would go, though. It wasn't like his face was all that well-known, of course. But, well, call it a sixth sense or paranoia; he just felt uneasy about where this was going.

As if in reply to his thoughts, the engine of the old bus gave a weak grunt that sounded suspiciously final. Silence settled amidst the group, loud and awkward. A frown pushed its way onto his face, hardly easing when the driver's announcement ended the period of stillness. An inn, huh? It was more tempting for Elvis to just stay in this bus, really. He didn't care where he slept, after all, and he wasn't in the mood for social interaction at the moment. But his aching back and way too dry lips demanded differently.

Elvis watched, unmoving, as all the other passengers stepped off the bus one by one, before letting out an annoyed sigh. Rolling back his shoulders — an action that gave way to the low cacophony of cracking bones — he brought himself to his feet. As he approached the entrance of the bus, at long last, the scent of the soft drizzle immediately took over that fake motion-sickness-inducing odor of the vehicle. He gazed out at the trail of people following behind their driver, slightly incredulous that they were trusting that guy to find the way to the inn after that fiasco. The worn-out sign, barely standing up at the far side of the road, however, told him they were still going the right way. For now.

Adjusting his cap, Elvis shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his jacket and took his first steps off the bus. Silently, he passed the masked dude, resolving to linger unnoticed in the middle of the group. Discreetly, his eyes continued to wander their surroundings, intent on remembering the way back to the bus, just in case he met with something unwanted at the town they were heading to. Not that he thought there could be an even more unwanted crowd than the current one he was in.

The sound of, presumably, an animal rang out softly from wherever-the-fuck, sounding suspiciously like a mocking bark of laughter.

ELVIS

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[reveriee]

oh jun-myeong

oh jun-myeong

mood

:feelsbadman: :peepopopcorn:

outfit

gray sweats and a loose white t-shirt + black slippers and wire-framed glasses

location

the inn

tags

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As soon as Marshmallow's abrupt barking rang in the air, muffled by the heaving downpour of rain, Jun-myeong knew something wasn't right.

Marshmallow could be a judgmental bitch, and she most certainly had an attitude, but she was also consistently silent. She was a looming presence in the corner of the room, with narrowed, beady eyes, and an eternally upturned snout. Although an unconventional creature, Marshmallow was still a Korean Jindo, and she was bred to be a gatekeeper. Of course, in their small, sparsely populated village of less than a hundred, Marshmallow rarely had any need to perform her job -- everyone in the village was familiar, and therefore, not a threat. Their village was also so insignificant and isolated from the major population centers in the country that Jun was the only stranger who visited the town in the past five years.

So when Marshmallow started barking for a solid ten seconds, Jun immediately shuffled towards the window, peering in between vanes of his blinds. A faint furrow set into his brow; in the countryside, the only sources of light in the dead of night would typically be reduced to the star-speckled, ink-black backdrop that was the night sky, along with the glow of the moon high above the clouds. That night, however, charcoal clouds swarmed and masked the celestial bodies as they rained their anger on the earth, making the isolated, yellow-white glow of what seemed to be a flashlight much more noticeable. To the average person, a flashlight wasn't something to suspect, but the single ray of light was approaching a village so isolated that it barely made it onto the maps. The last time an outsider approached the village, it was to run away from the mafia. This doesn't bode well. Whatever, this damn place needs some excitement.

Jun watched as the light neared the entrance of the village, frowning when a small procession of people trailed behind it. The person holding the flashlight was significantly older than the rest, and Jun-myeong immediately bemoaned him for leading the others into what was supposed to be his safe haven from the rest of society; though, as little as he would like to admit it, a small part of him perked up at the prospect of something new being thrown into his routine of monotony.

Next came a young girl who looked like she could still be in high school, with wide doe eyes that made her look like a deer in headlights and a backpack slung over her shoulder. Then came a slightly older woman with an umbrella, a girl with dyed blonde hair, a guy who didn't seem to have the presence to occupy his gangly height, and some woman who looked so severely exhausted that Jun could note the unkemptness of her hair. A masked guy who held his bag like a baby against his chest whilst he carried a pet carrier that contained what Jun-myeong horrifyingly identified to be sugar gliders (not sugar gliders, those nocturnal devils) quickly followed. Predictably, they were all drenched, and Jun had to wonder how long they had been walking.

Jun's assessment of the group concluded with a man who was somewhere in the middle of the congregation, dressed in all black like he was one with the night, his cap masking much of his face. Jun's eyes trailed up and down the figure; the man felt eerily familiar, like a moment of deja vu. If Jun could simply steal a glance of the eyes that lay hidden from his view . . .

Jun-myeong muttered a low cuss under his breath; the group was on the inevitable path to their pathetic excuse for an inn -- two small, shabby rooms connected to the main house where Jun-myeong and his aunt and uncle resided. Jun's veneer of a peaceful, quiet, isolated life was finally shattered . . . but not by the group of people he expected.

Jun swiftly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and ran his fingers through his hair briefly in an attempt to look more presentable for their guests, before reaching for his useless, just-for-appearances, wire-framed glasses. He slid on his slippers, silently moving down the hallway to where he knew his aunt and uncle were already asleep.

"Hey," he rapped his knuckles on the door twice. A muffled, "yes?" came a few moments later.

"There are people coming. Guests." Jun-myeong refused to let any of his tired contempt seep into the last word. He was going to have to act perfectly hospitable to the group anyway; might as well get a few moments of practice while he still could.

That seemed to draw his aunt's attention. "Guests?" There was a faint note of panic in her voice; Kang So-hee wasn't nearly prepared nor presentable enough to handle guests.

Jun-myeong made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan as his aunt said exactly what he expected her to. "Jun-myeong-ah, please go handle them right now! I'll be down in a few moments."

A few moments probably meant ten minutes at best, given So-hee's obsession with appearances. A faint scowl marred Jun-myeong's otherwise blank expression; sure, he had dealt with far worse in his lifetime, but admittedly, being cordial and handling people were some of the most unsavory things Jun was forced to deal with -- far more so than all the killing, and even more so than being left behind.

Nonetheless, Jun-myeong wasn't one to complain about menial tasks; as much as he didn't like to deal with them, he wasn't that petty by a longshot. He quickened his pace as he walked down the stairs, making eye contact with Marshmallow, who had perched herself in the corner of the room, for a split-second before the doorbell rang, the tinny sound echoing throughout the small home. Jun let his features slip into a mild, but welcoming expression, before he opened the door and came face to face with the horsemen from hell.

"Hello," he murmured, bowing to the group before moving aside, gesturing with his arm. "Please, come in." Please don't.

Jun continued bowing slightly as each person entered, gradually filling the room to the brim, and gradually weighing his mood down like it was one of the rainclouds outside, subjecting the world to torrents of its misery and near black with heavy dismay. His gaze flickered to the masked man's sugar gliders, their tinny screeching reminiscent of the metaphorical lightning Jun-myeong wished to rain upon the earth at that very moment. Finally, the man in all black entered, and as Jun-myeong raised his gaze, he found it trapped on the man's jawline and the low onyx glimmer of his eyes. His smooth movements stuttered for a split second, as if the tape that was painting the image of his life had suddenly caught a snag.

I know you. Elvis, Min, whatever your fucking name is.

Jun-myeong's feelings were . . . mixed, to say the least. Elvis wasn't the pinnacle of all that was good in his life, and while he certainly enjoyed the other man in the moment, he couldn't say the same applied in the inn. Their relationship wasn't sunshine and rainbows in the slightest, and that could be dangerous in the present predicament. But then again, did it really matter? The fact that Elvis was in the village probably meant things would all go downhill in the future -- why should Jun stress about what was safe? As he allowed his eyes to trail down the other man's form for the briefest moment in time, Jun determined that yeah, maybe it didn't matter.

Elvis was a good fuck while it lasted. What was preventing Jun from falling into old habits?

Jun-myeong started accepting payment from the uninvited guests, explaining the boarding situation to them before the bus driver interjected. "I'm sorry, but is there a repairman in this area?"

Ah, yes. Their bus had broken down, forcing the wet rats to congregate in Jun's home.

"Ah, yes there is. Kim Yun-ho-ssi," Jun responded, his tone light and pleasant like a warm spring day. The bus driver visibly perked up, but that momentary happiness quickly dissipated with Jun-myeong's next words. "He's out of town right now for the near future. I can call him for you tomorrow morning, though."

The bus driver's sigh was weary and defeated, and if Jun-myeong was a better person, he might've felt a bit sorry for the older man.

"Oh, hello!" So-hee descended down the stairs, carrying a stack of thick towels so tall that it obstructed her face. She shuffled through the group of people, passing out the towels while tittering, "oh my, the storm is quite something -- you're all positively drenched! I'll brew some tea for you while my nephew shows you to your rooms."

Why exactly am I showing them to their rooms you're better with people anyway -- "Of course," Jun-myeong turned his gaze back to the group, his gaze discreetly avoiding Elvis's form before he bowed slightly and led them through the kitchen and to the connected building.

"Unfortunately, we only have two rooms --" but fortunately for me, you're all in a separate building "-- but there's a couch in the common room right here, if anyone finds that preferable." Jun turned back to the group, a soft smile on his face, before bowing again. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do to assist you."

coded by reveriee.