Realistic or Modern 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 | 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯.

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AITO CHIRUKA.

you're hesitating. even if you say the truth,
in the end it would all return as scars.

final girl. ; DistressedDisaster ; Hyelin ; sophie. ; lavendre ; beebim ; stormingorono
It hasn't been long since Chiruka has followed the crimson flowers. They seemed so fascniating, so beautiful, the flowers looked like they were colored with God's blood, so heavenly, yet so unfortunate. He could recall the day clearly, just like he could with any other day. How he got there though, remains a mystery. But Kawamizu is filled with mysteries.. Or so Chiruka thought. The trail of flowers seemed to last for eternity, until he reached the end.. The end didn't have much more but plain forestry, trees whistling in the wind and all wildlife seemed to be still. No birds were chirping as they were before he entered, and Chiruka himself seemed to just stand still, not daring to go past the trail he was just on. The forest itself seemed a little intimidating.

He turned around, his eyes continuing to be glued on the flowers, until there was something that seemed unusual about them. He furrowed his eyebrows, blood seeming to be dripping from the petals. He closed his eyes and he looked back, the flowers returning back to normal. He started to pace himself a little bit, going back towards where he was. He found himself at the entrance again and he sighed, seeming relieved that he got himself out of that.. whatever that was. The day wasn't like any other though. It had significance, and Chiruka was going to figure out that significance today.

He had woke up that morning, in an apartment of his own finally. Every day after that day when he was seventeen was like a dream. He couldn't believe that he was finally out of the clutches of his evil parents, and he wouldn't have to endure new bruises, black eyes, and scrapes. He could finally live on his own, but he couldn't find a day that was worth living. Yes, he would go out and have coffee, and watch movies on his own, but there was nothing else but that. No friends, no family. Nothing. He stared at the ceiling when he first opened his eyes, his arms quite stiff as he did so. He groaned softly as he turned over to his side, before getting out of his bed and starting his morning routine, washing his face, taking a shower and putting some clothes on. It never took more than an hour and a half, and he made sure of it.

After he took a shower, dried himself off and put some clothes on, he made up his bed, and he planned to make himself breakfast instead of going to the coffee shop. Spending an hour or so cooking was better than spending money for food that wasn't nearly as good. He grabbed his phone off of the nightstand and he made his way downstairs clad in a shirt, pants and socks. He went to the kitchen and he put his phone on the table, thinking he would make a regular breakfast, which just was eggs, bacon and possibly pancakes if he really wanted to make them. He sighed, grabbing all the ingredients out of both the fridge and the cabinet, before hearing his phone buzz on the counter. He looked over at his phone and he raised an eyebrow, seeming confused. He woke up early, and.. he really didn't get text messages because nobody was in his contacts, except for one person. He walked over to where it was, and he picked it up. It was an email, but from an unknown address. It seemed a little sketchy, but Chiruka opened it anyways.

'Hello, Chiruka. This is the Institution of International Psychological Experiments, or IIPE for short. The town of Kawamizu has been chosen for one of our psychological experiments, called the Pain Project. Now, now, don't get intimidated by the name, for it's anything but. It's an experiment that will connect you and seven other people through both physical, mental and emotional pain. Physical pain will be nothing too big. It will go from a prick of a needle, to doing much other things, and you will understand once you go through the process.

You were seen walking the path of the crimson roses, and yes, we have footage of it. It happened exactly February 24th, 2034, at 5:42 PM. You seemed to be in a rush, but you didn't seem to take much interest in the flowers, you might've looked at them once or twice, but you didn't acknowledge them. Hence you were given the Rose of No Emotion. The other people you will be affiliated with will be Roses as well. Now, since you've been chosen to be in this project, specifically by the IIPE, you should come to the facility at 1PM sharp tomorrow. And if you're not there, we will know.

You're a Rose now, Chiruka.'

 

[final girl.]

I brought the clichés

JOY

MENTIONS: NONE
INTERACTIONS: Her Father
OUTFIT: xx

Jake was running. Through the forest, just outside the view of he and his father’s suburban home. It was just like any other day that he had lived. The usual morning run.

But this was different. He was alone, there was no one else on the streets, which seemed odd to him, but he had shrugged it off. It was early, before dusk, even. There would eventually be civilians roaming about after light. Taking a deep breath, he took his time to find a starting point at the end of his driveway, and was off.

Time could only tell how far he had went.

His feet hit the ground in unison to the blood rushing to his ears. Thump. Bump. Thump. With his heart pumping, and breath leaving, he was near to the verge of what he most definitely thought to be cardiac arrest.

He found himself standing in the middle of the an open wheat field, his dark blonde blowing along with the breeze in the air. He stood there to catch his breath, hugging his knees as his chest heaved.

With a glance behind him, that’s when he saw them, the roses lining the path he had just taken. He wondered for a moment if they had been there all along, or if he had overlooked them along the way. He was young and dumb, after all. But.. these roses... they were odd. Calling to him, beckoning him, as though they needed him...

And that is exactly when Joy woke up from her dream. Her nightmare. As anticlimactic as it sounded, she was used to having had these dreams. No, they weren’t figments of her imagination. She had been there. Seen it. And was living that one moment all over again like some sort of Groundhog Day. An absolutely horrifying reminder of what she had been. The days when she wasn’t exactly herself... but also not exactly... Jake. Before her transformation. The day those roses had shown up out of the blue.

Staring back at her, in the vanity mirror, was Joy. The real her. The one with bright eyes and a joyful smile. She leaned from her bed just slightly, her hand reaching toward the mirror as though it had something of hers that if she kept her eyes locked, her image wouldn’t dissapear, before she was drawn back to reality by the sound of screaming. A scream she recognized all too well.

Her father.

Nothing unusual.

Stretching her tired limbs for a moment, Joy bound from where she was seated, changed her clothes from those she had slept in before, and let herself head farther from her room, and down the steps from the upstairs loft. She could see, before she had even entered the kitchen, her father covered in what she assumed was what was left of the pancake mix they had in the cupboard.

Giggling, Joy asked, from where she stood near the fridge, “What’s for breakfast, Dad?”

“Well, I was planning on my famous batch of protein pancakes, but they decided to fight back.” He explained, “So, I’m thinking... Ronald’s?”

Joy smiled at the mention of her favorite restaurant in the entire town, and though she limited herself from indulging in junk food, she could seriously go for a strawberry crepe and milkshake combo right now.

“I’m in!” She grinned, as though that this one thing had made her day. To be honest, it probably had.

“Wait, before we leave, there’s a voice mail for you on the home phone,” Her father gestured toward the large white phone hanging on the wall.

Joy was at first confused, for she hadn’t ever had a message concerning her. Maybe it was just spam... some telemarketers of Indian tech support scammers looking for some innocent girl to pick on.

Picking up the phone and holding it to her ear, Joy didn’t know that this one thing would change her life. For better... or for worse.

“This is the Institution of International Psychological Experiments...”

conquer | from | within

 

[sophie.]

Chase Hughes
the rose of flirtation
@(nobody)​

Chase looked at the photo, once again. It was a little blurry, as his hands were shaking when he took it. Everything seemed like a haze last night. He sat in the kitchen pondering over a cup of coffee. Was last night even real?

It was normal for Chase to take a walk right before sunset. The best time to take photos was right when the sun started to hide away, and the sky turned lilac and gold. He walked a little deeper into the forest that night. He needed more diversity in his angles so he could get booked more often. The forest seemed oddly unfamiliar that night, but he couldn't quite understand why. He thought that maybe, he hadn't fully explored Kawamizu like he thought he had.

That's when he saw it. The most beautiful flowers he had ever seen. Roses, a deep shade of crimson, were freshly bloomed. It was almost eerie. What were roses doing outside in the middle of January? Regardless, he went on. Some of the flowers were a perfect pristine shade of white, like new snow. He was in awe.

Chase lifted the camera up to his face, and waited for the machine to make that perfect 'click' noise. After a few seconds, it didn't. He peeled the camera away from his head, revealing something beautifully grotesque. He began to breathe a little heavier. Blood streamed from the snow colored flowers, oozing into the petals.

The camera clicked. Chase ran.

After analyzing every possible scenario of last night, he decided that it was a trick of the light. He set the camera down on his kitchen table and stood up. There was no reason to get worked up over a sketchy snapshot!

Chase looked up at the clock, and groaned. He was late for his daily run. He was about to change into his workout clothes when his cellphone rang. It was probably the cute brunette he met at the coffee shop a few days earlier.

"Uh, hello?" His voice was a little rough from tiredness. He hadn't slept well.

"Chase Hughes?" The voice was perfectly still, almost robotic sounding. "Yes, this is the Institution of International Psychological Experiments. We've been expecting you to find us."

 

[DistressedDisaster]

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Akira Haruta
The Rose of Kindness
Interactions: None at the moment.

Akira held the phone to his ear, listening to the man on the line in slight fear. Keeping a sleeve pressed to his face in hopes of grounding himself, he could only listen as the man debunked any doubts the young adult had of the sighting.


The sun had began setting for the night as he walked towards home, his work uniform tucked safely in his backpack while he adjusted his sweater over his frame. He'd been a bit late closing tonight, unwilling to turn away the old woman who'd arrived at closing time to purchase a few groceries for that night's dinner. Akira had been more than happy to assist her in gathering the list of groceries, as well as checking her out. Sure it left him an hour late to close, but he didn't desire any compensation for it. After all, he was supposed to be home by then. So once the woman had denied allowing him to carry them for her a third time, he had changed out of his uniform, and locked up. Aya would have been cross if he hadn't made sure the store was locked. Sure she'd be upset if she found out he'd stayed late once again, but he couldn't just...shut the door on people.

He'd decided to take the more scenic route home, strolling past the park. Only, he didn't just stroll past. The moment he came upon the park, his eyes were drawn onto the bright roses lining a path into the wooded area nearby. Strangely fascinated by the beauty, he'd smiled and detoured down the path. This path led him past many pristine roses, all perfectly intact but one. For near the edge of the pathway, halfway in, there was one rose bent over weakly,the smallest growing one nearest to the ground, it's stem slightly broken. The beautiful flower was barely hanging off it's stem on in the gentle breeze.

Feeling his heart tug, he had stopped and set his bag down, retrieving a few items from it. Carefully, he put the pencil, eraser down so as to not pierce any roots- and gently bound the rose's broken stem to it with the bandaid, ignoring the small cuts from the thorny stems of it's neighbors. Once he was certain the rose would not fall any further, he pulled out his phone, making note of where exactly he was so that he could begin checking in on it afterwards. Once done, Akira then stood upright and brushed the dirt from the knees of his slacks before retrieving his bag and beginning back towards home, unaware of the watchful eyes from the darkness.

The man had rattled off the exact manner in which he'd aided the rose, and Akira dimly noted that he'd been dubbed the "rose of kindness" for this action. After the man had finished his instruction, Akira was left holding the phone as it rang the dial tone of a cut connection for a moment before he had to sit down. This was...honestly terrifying. And with this in mind, he messaged his manager, explaining that he'd need to use a sick day. The way an icy seed of fear settled in the pit of his stomach was nearly enough to make him ill anyway, so it wasn't a lie. Once settled, he had quickly locked the doors and windows, pulling them shut and hiding in his room for a bit. Why had that voice sounded....familiar? Maybe he was paranoid. Who knows...​

 

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Junko Mori

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

mentions and interactions: none

Juno's day started and ended like any other. She woke up early in the morning, repeated her daily tasks, stopped by the local coffee shop to get her fix of tea, and promptly headed back to her family home during the later hours of the evening. Kawamizu was as tranquil as it normally was, and the only thing that differed from an expected normal day was the construction blocking Juno's normal commute back to her residence. A collapsed segment of the bridge, they had easily explained- Juno decided to go around the other way to avoid disturbing the workers. She wasn't in a rush, and the tempting view of the path leading through the forest nearby was enough to lure her away.

One step in, and Juno wondered why she never bothered to take this path. The vast amount of roses that lined the area were lovely and bright- almost welcoming, in a way. Even though she took her with her stroll, it only felt like a few minutes had passed when the clumps of roses eventually ended at the conclusion of the second opening of the forest. She walked out, passing alongside some normal trees and scenery, and her attention suddenly caught a different bundle of floral.

There, in the center of a misplaced hibiscus bush a fair distance outside of the path, blending in with all the equally vivid flowers, sat another rose.

Juno frowned, her light steps slowing down to a stop right in front of the shrubbery. She gently picked up the imposer from the bunched up center of flowers and curiously examined the rose, eyebrows furrowed in puzzled skepticism as she glanced back behind her. From what she could see, the faraway path was still filled with the same crimson roses from before, but as she turned back around and looked at the one in her hand, she starkly realized the flower was pin pricked with red liquid on the tips of it's thorns. A calm awareness filtered through her thoughts. Juno deftly wrapped the rose in a handkerchief placed in the outer pocket of her bag before heading back to her house to cook dinner and retire for the night.

She didn't think about it again until a short time later, when a folded letter showed up at the foot of the home's traditional front door.

Juno eyed the unfolded paper in her hands. There was no signature, no indication as to who wrote and sent the missive. It was written in neat hiragana, and Juno could tell that the paper was of higher quality. The message itself, however, started off simply enough with an obligatory introduction:

'Addressed to the eldest daughter of the Mori family- welcome, young Junko, to your newfound role shared by several others in Kawamizu.

This may come off as a confusing offer, as you are currently unaware of the situation presented to you, but we would simply like to start off by introducing ourselves as the Institution of International Psychological Experiments. What our motives are is unimportant at the moment, but due to your actions a couple days prior, you have decidedly placed yourself as an applicant for our new initiative. Your curious nature and insight for a change in patterns highlights you drive for puzzles and riddles. You won't want to be missing out on what we have planned for you and your companions.

After all, who doesn't like a good mystery?

Take pride in your newest title, Rose. We'll be expecting you.'

Underneath was a set time and address, stamped expertly below the last sentence. A stilted moment passed as Juno mildly set the letter down on the table, her eyes flickering over to the scarlet flower sitting neatly on top of the wooden dresser.

And then, ever so slowly, the corner of her lips upturned in the slightest hint of a smile.



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AITO CHIRUKA.

you're hesitating. even if you say the truth,
in the end it would all return as scars.

interacting with : DistressedDisaster

Chiruka found himself looking at his phone long after he read the message. A blank stare came over his eyes, and he seemed confused about the whole thing, his lips moving but he wasn't saying a word, as if he were speaking to himself.

"Pain? After having a couple years away from it, I have to do it all over again?" He whispered to himself, putting his phone down, receiving shaky hands soon afterwards. He pressed his palms down to the table, and he looked down, continuing to think, "What will happen to me if I don't go? Will they kill me?" What if it was all just a lie, and it was.. spam mail from some type of stalker? What if this was all a coincidence, and someone else named Chiruka was in this project? No. All he needed to do was own up to the truth, and go to the facility tomorrow. The problem was, he didn't want to. He was scared.

He took a deep breath, and looked at the breakfast ingredients he brought out, and he figured that making and eating breakfast would probably take his mind off of this whole IIPE Pain Project thing. He went over to grab a couple bowls, and he put them out on the table, making the pancakes first. He looked at the table, zoning out as he usually would, thinking about what this facility would be like. Just as when he thought he was getting his mind off of it, he thought about it. Was it modern? Was it rusty? Was it sketchy? Was it filled with weapons or torture devices? Hell, Chiruka didn't know and he didn't want to stop by tomorrow to figure out.

Would background noise help him get his mind off of things? He walked over rather slowly towards the television and he turned on something happy like.. his favorite cartoon.. or anime, Sailor Moon. He sighed as he looked at the television, watching the bright colors on the screen go this way and that, and then he turned around, going to get back to his breakfast. He was starving after all.

Once he had made the pancake batter, and ate some as well, he decided he would call his "brother", Akira. The two have known each other since they were little, and they didn't talk much, but when they did, he always shut Akira down. He found him annoying, and almost a pest, because he was always getting his business about his abusive parents. He thought Akira was just going to run around telling everyone, and he didn't want that to happen. He still finds him a little.. annoying and pestering, but not as much as when they were kids, because of course Chiruka and Akira both know better now. He reached over for his phone, dialing Akira's number. Since he told him years ago, he still remembers, which is why he doesn't have a contact for him. He waited for him to answer, holding the phone up to his ear and sighing softly, taking another lick of the pancake batter.

 

[final girl.]

JOY

MENTIONS: kouzcy
INTERACTIONS: Her Father — no one

There was nothing comforting about what Joy had experienced. Not even the cheerful and welcoming music of Ronald’s could change this. There she sat, in a leather booth across from her father, thinking and dwelling upon what she had just been told. About her situation. Her untouched food looked more unappetizing by every passing minute, leaving her stomach churning and flipping over on itself.

For a moment, she had even considered calling up someone to talk to, though that she doubt that Chiruka would like to hear her pour her thoughts and heart out on the line as though he was actually listening. He was probably to busy, enjoying his time away from her while he still had it. At least he’s not on the verge of having a panic attack, she mused, though this did very little to comfort her.

What she had to noticed, as she sat there in a cloud of gloom, that her father was as off on a tangent about one of his many coworkers at the local pharmacy. And although it may have gotten a feeble mumble or two, nothing was more distracting than what was going on in the mind of Joy.

Before long, her father had noticed her spaced out gaze and uneaten meal, a questioning look crossed his face as he asked, “You okay, sweetheart? You’re looking little... well, a little down in the dumps.”

Joy’s eyes snapped from the foggy window she had been gazing at to her father, fixed out of her trance like a snap. “What?” She pointed to herself. “Down? Pfft, never! I-I just saw this super cute old lady walking her Pomeranian down Fairfax Avenue.”

Sure, it was a crappy lie off the top of her head, but a believable one for her, to say the least. She was a distractabke person when it came to cute dogs, and her father and friends knew of this love of hers.

But, in the back of her mind, were questions. For what was to become of her, for what she would experience throughout this program, but most importantly: who else was in the same situation she was?

conquer | from | within

 

[DistressedDisaster]

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Akira Haruta
The Rose of Kindness
Interactions: kouzcy
Still a bit of a wreck after that call, he'd decided to perch atop his counter, often stealing paranoid glances through the curtains. In all honesty, he looked like a frightened kitten. Messy Hair, wide eyes, and a cautious stance, one hand ready to dial 110 at the first sign of danger.

Briiing! Briiing! Briii-

Akira jumped as his phone rang, yelping as his sudden movement sent him careening off his perch on the kitchen counter, straight into the tiled floor. His glasses slipped off as he frantically grabbed his phone to answer. Only to sound like he'd just gotten punched in the face, which he had, just by the floor and not a person.

"H-hello?"

He'd saved Aito's number yes, but without his glasses and still startled, he was only able to grab his phone and answer, not yet moving from the floor. He did notice the blood dripping from his nose however. And with a quiet curse began to dab at it with a nearby dish-towel as he awaited the response from his still mysterious caller. ​

 

[Hyelin]

Hyunjae Kim

The rose of Intelligence
Interaction: none​

Jay's day starts like every other does, her alarm giving off the melody of Love Scenario from iKon. She groans, turns it off and sits on her bed. It's still warm and cozy, she could go easily to sleep again, sending her mind to her personal delirium. The next 10 minutes she just sits there, looking at the ceiling. Sometimes she even closes her eyes and goes back to the time she lived in Busan, South Korea.

The sun shines bright through her window into her bright blue colored room, causing her to wake up. She smiles as she remembers that she's gonna meet up with her friends soon. She quickly stands up and puts her clothes on; a white shirt, black jeans and black shoes. Before leaving she said a lovely "Goodbye" to her parents, then left.

That was 2 years ago
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Now ... looking back, she's changed. She got colder, day by day, just by living here. But also she increased her intelligence, her IQ is now between 140 and 150.
Its a small town, most people call her "Icy" or "not from this world" because of that fact. Now she lives alone in that little place, feeling alone sometimes. But if so, she reads all her frustration away. Her hunger for wisdom is never ending so she reads everything she gets; Astrology, History, Quantum physics, and even dictionaries from German and Spanish.

She sighs softly, it's time to go her morning routine. She stands up and puts her clothes on. Mostly she has white shirts, black jeans, her hat and jacket with her shoes. She doesn't need more. Going outside, she breathes in the fresh morning air, feeling immediately better. She goes for her walk, through the park the little marketplace and the forest.

The forest... something seems off. She looked closer, trying to figure out what it is, that doesn't fit in that scenario. There was a path, full of roses. It even looks like they are drowned in blood. Jay gets interested and follows that path. After a while, that felt like forever, the path ended. She looked around, only to see a single red spider Lily in a place full of roses. "The flower of death, like those old people always say... That's odd" she whispers silently to herself, then feeling a vibration in her pockets. She looks confused, and checks the number. Unknown...

She picks up only to hear someone ... telling her something, that sounds terrifying and unreal to her. "Hyunjae Kim? This is the Institution of International Psychological Experiments. You and others have been choosen for the pain project. Do not worry. It sounds dangerous, but it's not. You've been dubbed as the "Rose of intelligence". We expect you to visit us soon..."

She noted that information down, where to meet and when. Others too? They hung up, before she even attempts to ask them anything.

Now she only has to find those "others"

 

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AITO CHIRUKA.

you're hesitating. even if you say the truth,
in the end it would all return as scars.

interacting with : DistressedDisaster

He held the phone in his fidgety hands, and he almost dropped it when Akira seemed to pick up in no time. His voice, monotone, deep and calming as always, he answered him.

"Yes, It's me.. Chiruka, Akira." He said, knowing he knew who he was. He might've just not seen the caller ID or something. He didn't know what was going on. But, he was about to ask him about this experimental project thing, and if he was a part of it as well. If he was, he knew he wouldn't be in this alone. Yet, it didn't make him feel any better.

"I just got this e-mail from.. the IIPE? Or the International Institution of Psychological Experiments.. And.. they were talking about roses and a project.. and.. I was wondering if you were involved in this as well? I don't want to be on my own in this.. I know that I usually don't call on you for help, but I am now.. And don't stutter or hesitate on me, because I know you do that a lot."

He waited on an answer from the younger and he let a small sigh escape his lips. He hoped the pain wouldn't be too much, at this.. pain project or whatever, because he was sick of bruises and pain waving through his whole body, he couldn't deal with it, after having a childhood full of it.

 

[sophie.]

Chase Hughes
the rose of flirtation
@(nobody)​

An entire experiment relating to pain? And Chase was forced to be a part of it? It baffled him that all he did was take a photo and they placed him into the “self-centered but flirtacious” category. It was because he was thinking about how amazing the photo would be for his portfolio and how many people it would impress.

Regardless, he wouldn’t let some BS scam project get to his head. He’d attend, but only for the shits and giggles. To get his mind off of things, he decided to follow through with his belated run.

Chase changed into his workout clothes, gingerly running his hands through his hair before he opened the door to his apartment. The air was cold, and he shivered a little. Once he did a few laps around the neighborhood, he would warm up.

As he ran, he thought about the IIPE program. It couldn’t be real, right? Why would people let it happen? It sounded pretty shady, and he assumed police would get involved if it caused real trauma. Music blared through his earbuds and he fell into a rhythm, clearing his mind of the intrusive thoughts.

 

[DistressedDisaster]

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Akira Haruta
The Rose of Kindness
Interactions: kouzcy
He calmed slightly as the familiar voice of his childhood friend settled on his already frayed nerves, only to feel his breath leave him as a sudden pierce of fear crept up his spine. IIPE? Him too?! It took him a moment to realize that his mouth was moving but no sound came from him aside from that sharp breath. But he'd been told not to hesitate or stutter so he quickly blurted out the first thing to come to mind.

"I got a call earlier from them. Im the Rose of kindness and honestly, pretty sure we're not going to be involved in anything legal, so I dunno if I should call the cops or something but since you're also a rose-Im asking you. What should we do?"

He didn't hesitate or stutter. But the rambling was not forbidden so, Aito could hopefully understand that. Ever since they were kids, Akira had tried his best to keep him from hating him. But usually it seemed to frustrate the other to no end...​

 

[Hyelin]

Hyunjae Kim

Rose of Intelligence
Interaction: sophie.
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Picking up the red spider lily, she looks at the roses. She has to examine them and see if they have any special poison or scent that makes a person dizzy. She crouches down picking another flower and removes the thorns of the rose. She doesn't want to think too much about the IIPE now, but wants to know what the secret about those flowers are. She hesitates. They do look like normal flowers though... but even the most innocent being can turn out evil and fake.

She holds them thight in her sweaty and cold hands, while going back to her rooms. She sometimes looks around; she has a feeling that somebody is watching her. But the brain can trick you sometimes, that is why she normally ignores such. She turns her head back to the original position, only to see herself bump into a male person, causing both to fall on the ground. She shakes her head, looking for the flowers she dropped. "Argh! Dangsineun Pabo!! (korean for you idiot) Look where you are running!" she states, while grabbing her flowers again. "Time is flying too fast for such incidents" she says, sighing softly while thinking about the IIPE and the possible consequences, if she won't show up there.

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Junko Mori

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

mentions and interactions: sophie. & Hyelin

Understandably, the letter left Juno with a lot to process at the moment. Instead of her usual routine of cooking dinner and cleaning, she stepped out of her house, a soft sigh exhaling from her lips as she looked around the small street. Maybe a walk would help her think about her next few steps, and she could always order from the cafe again instead of taking her time to cook an entire meal. Alongside that, maybe she'd have a chance to gather more information- another visit to the forest would probably help piece things together. So, she stepped away from her home, her lacy work clothes still pressed neatly, and she patted them with her hands as she calmly headed towards the center of town.

Not even five minutes had passed when her walk was disturbed.

Her steps flattered at the sight of two people slamming into each other and falling down in tandem. Juno blinked, caught off-guard by the sudden disturbance of the otherwise quiet evening. The first thing she registered was the rather rude and loud cursing coming from the girl that bumped into the man. She didn't recognize her- but she could easily recognize the British boy that had the unfortunate favor of having his run disturbed. Juno tilted her head to the side, starting up her steps again as she easily stopped right between the girl and Chase.

"I guess everyone is on edge today," she said with a hint of quiet amusement, her accent thick and prominent. Juno glanced between the two of them before crouching down to offer a hand to the young woman. As she did so, her eyes turned to train on Chase. "Going for a run at this hour, Chris-san?"

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[sophie.]

Chase Hughes
the rose of flirtation
beebim Hyelin ​

Chase hummed along to his music, rhythmically moving to the beat as he ran. Since he was an avid runner, he loved the feeling of the runner’s high. To take it all in, he closed his eyes briefly. He took a deep breath in and let himself calm down a little. His shoulders relaxed and he felt much better than he had during breakfast.

Just as Chase opened his eyes, he collided into someone and fell directly on his ass.

“Watch where I’m going? You were the one standing directly on the street!” He helped himself up, stumbling a little. He extended his hand out to the girl he bumped into.

“You know what?” His tone softened a little. “My mistake. I should have watched where I was going.” He smirked a little. “Maybe I could make it up to you by buying you a coffee?” His signature move. A wink, and there it was. He let his British accent peek through as well. Accents made everyone go crazy.

Before the girl could take his hand, a familiar face came into view to help her up instead.

“It’s Chase.” He grumbled as she called him Chris. “Nice too see you too, Juno.” He plastered on a smile, trying to hide his irritation from her.

“I run every day, everyone knows that.” Who else was bounding down the streets every morning? Just because he was a little late doesn’t mean he was gonna stop.

 

[Hyelin]

Hyunjae Kim

Rose of Intelligence
Interactions: beebim and sophie.​

She sighs lightly annoyed. But she is aware that it's her fault. "It's okay. I should've known. You always run that route, don't you?" she asks him, holding the rose to her nose to smell it. She thinks with her eyes closed; nothing, a normal red rose. She ignores that Chase invites her to a cup of coffee, he thinks he can flirt with her and get her around? Hm.. that'll be fun for sure.

 

[kouzcy]

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AITO CHIRUKA.

you're hesitating. even if you say the truth,
in the end it would all return as scars.

interacting with : DistressedDisaster

Chiruka couldn't believe he was going to say something like this, but damn. It already started coming out of his mouth.

"I'm going tomorrow. I'm going to to facility to see what this stupid project is all about. Because I don't want to know what's going to happen to me if I don't go. I think I'll get more severely hurt than I would if I were to go. And I advise you go to. I know I seem like I hate you, but I really don't want you getting hurt, Akira. You have to consider it. Don't call the cops. Just follow through and everything will be okay. I'll be there with you." He said, looking down at the table, a breath accented with shakiness emitted from his lips and he waited for Akira's voice to respond to him over the phone. He hoped he would be okay with this, because Chiruka couldn't stand the thought of Akira getting hurt.

 

[DistressedDisaster]

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Akira Haruta
The Rose of Kindness
Interactions: kouzcy

Akira took a breath through his nose, only to choke on some blood. After the coughing fit he managed a reply.
"O-okay. I'll..I'll go with you..."

He wiped away more of the blood with the rag, glad to see it slowing. His nose still hurt a lot. He should probably ice it or something. But at this moment currently, he was only worried about Aito.

"Do you wanna meet before we get there or...?"

He hoped the other couldn't hear his voice shaking. He was....well, terrified. Pain Project, don't call the cops. THis was like some weird gangster horror movie from overseas. It was jsut absurd but it was happening? He began to tap the table anxiously as he waited for Aito's reply. It was nice he'd called him...
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