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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 1, 2013 0:12:50 GMT -8
Eun-Yul had been in an airplane twice before, but the short hour-long trips between Jeju island and Seoul hadn't really prepared her for the length of a full international flight or the snoring businessman that reeked of soju and kept trying to use her as a pillow despite her best efforts to push him off. Forgoing the "useful" English phrase books that her mother had insisted she study during the flight, because asking for the time and directions to the post office wasn't anything she found particularly useful, Eun-Yul spent the majority of the trip sketching between the questionable inflight meals that she ate anyway.
By the time she finally landed in LA, she was exhausted and cramped from sitting so long, and the anxiety of moving to a foreign country where she knew nobody was beginning to make her stomach churn uncomfortably. She had no friends back home to miss, rarely saw her family with as many hours she spent in school, but being removed from all of that was supposed to help her. Supposed to. Eun-Yul still had doubts that this fresh start was going to turn out any better, had heard plenty of things about Americans that made her wary of being in a high school full of them. She'd only met these relatives once, a few years ago when they visited for Chuseok, and all that she remembered about her cousins were that they were as uninterested in her as she them.
She hadn't brought too much luggage, a single large bag stuffed with some clothes and a carryon with her laptop and some art supplies that she dragged through the busy and slow-moving customs lines, preferring to leave most of her old life behind and not sure how much room she'd even have at her aunt and uncle's home. The customs official had seemed annoyed at her inability to fill out the forms properly, but eventually her passport was stamped, and Eun-Yul wondered at the apparent powers of some ink on paper that granted her access to the country.
Her uncle was waiting to pick her up with a cheerful wave, and she avoided most conversation with him during the trip back to his home by expressing her sleepiness with a large yawn and noncommittal nods, mostly staring out the window at the unfamiliar scenery. It was only midday in LA, and sleep seemed a long way off. It was difficult to fake enthusiasm she didn't have.
Stepping into what was supposed to be her home for the next year, but she was still a stranger to, Eun-Yul removed her heels and glanced around the neatly-kept house until somebody instructed her where she was supposed to bring her things.
Tag: Mi-Ho Time: May 17th, 3pm
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 1, 2013 3:10:06 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 475 | It hadn't been all that long since Mi-Ho returned home from San Francisco, and as it turned out her decision to take a hiatus from school caught her parents rather unexpectedly. They weren't upset about it, as they rarely were easy to upset. However, she was reminded of something that she had nearly forgotten. Her cousin Eun-Yul was coming to live with them for a year. This was fine, she had nothing against it. However, their home, though tall, only had so many rooms and there weren't any spare bedrooms.
This meant that Eun-Yul would be staying in her room. It was luckily one of the larger rooms and she did still use the bunk beds from when she and her brother shared the room prior to middle school. It was just the realization that this roommate would be with her for a whole year rather than just a summer that bothered her. Unfortunately, she couldn't complain and wouldn't have anyway. Taking a hiatus from school was her own choice. She would just have to deal with however annoying her cousin possibly was. She had some pretty grating roommates in San Francisco, so she decided that it wouldn't be too hard.
Mi-Ho prepared for the houseguest by first rearranging everything she owned herself. She unpacked in a way that there would definitely be room enough to store two people's clothes. The girl already liked to keep her area sparse, clean, and organized. There was little clutter. Anything that seemed unnecessary was either dropped off to Goodwill or stored away in a bin. A perfect rectangle of post-its stuck to one wall, fresh sheets were neatly placed on the bunk's top mattress, and an old jigsaw puzzle of the Hollywood sign was left on its pillow. No sense in wasting a good souvenir.
Everyone was ready. The girl was reading a book in the living room when she finally heard her father come in the front door. She peeked her head over the couch and both her father and her cousin were there taking off their shoes at the doorway. She had met her cousin before, but it had been five years since then. While Mi-Ho had grown a few inches since then, Eun-Yul… had not really grown much at all. She was short. Then the high heels came off. She was so short.
"Hey," she called to her father before getting up and walking over to him. "Tea's on the stove." Seung-Sik greeted her with a thank you and a rough hug followed by ruffling of the hair and a kiss on the forehead. The whole time Mi-Ho kept her straight face. As her father left for the kitchen, she stared at her cousin for about half of a minute before sighing and motioning her to follow. "And you come with me. Bring your bag." |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 2, 2013 1:57:07 GMT -8
When the arrangements had been made between their parents many months before, it was assured they had plenty of room for Eun-Yul to stay, a spare room since Mi-Ho would be off at school. Eun-Yul was used to living in apartments, and even when they had upgraded to a larger one in Gangnam, she still had to share a room with her brother about the same size as the one she was led into. It wasn't cramped, the bunk beds leaving plenty of floor space. She'd have to explore the rest of the home later, would be there long enough that she was in no rush.
Leaving the rolling suitcase by the door and dropping her bag unceremoniously on the floor, Eun-Yul knelt down to unzip her duffle. Sharing wasn't an issue, but from what she heard about her cousin, all praises about her dancing talents, her high grades and popularity at school... Eun-Yul wasn't sure how well they'd get along. And the neatly arranged room was all the confirmation she needed for the difference in their personalities. The cleanliness she could excuse as simple preparation for a guest, wanting to make a good impression, but the sticky notes spoke of a girl that didn't like a single thing out of place. The sparseness was as if nobody really lived there at all.
Eun-Yul dug through her badly-organized bag, haphazardly packed as she'd thrown out the abundance of makeup her mother had put in and replaced with the art supplies she refused to go without. Finally she found a small package at the bottom of the bag, brushed it off a bit roughly, and stood to present it to her cousin with both hands extended.
"Please accept the gift, Mi-Ho sister," Eun-Yul offered a small collection of scented soaps, speaking in poorly-practiced English.
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 8, 2013 5:31:35 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 293 | Ah, Mi-Ho sister. That was expected considering her cousin just moved in from Korea, the land where you apparently related to everyone. They were related, but Mi-Ho met Eun-Yul's gift with a frown and a shake of her head. She only had one sibling and certainly didn't want or need more than that. There was something she needed to get straight right away. "I'm not your sister. I'm just Mi-Ho and you're just Eun-Yul," she corrected before she accepted the package.
It was a small box, nothing that looked too expensive, so Mi-Ho felt that it was fine to accept it. When she opened it she looked over the assorted soaps inside. It had been five years, but she remember all too well how many cosmetic stores were placed all around Seoul. There were a few that had leaked over into Koreatown, of course. Skin Food was certainly a favorite of hers. Regardless of the brand, the present was actually useful to her, so she was happy to receive it. "Thank you." That was her quick note of gratitude before she stood to place them on her desk. She'd figure out where to put them in the bathroom a bit later.
"There's something for you on the bed, but it's not that great. You'll be sleeping on the top," she pointed to the top bunk, hoping that her cousin was at least good enough at English to follow what she was saying. "There's room and extra hangers in the closet, and the first and second drawer of the dresser there are yours to use." Eun-Yul didn't have that much with her, so Mi-Ho was assuming that it would all fit.
"You should unpack some things and then I'll show you around the house." |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 8, 2013 17:57:12 GMT -8
The correction was met with an impassive raising of eyebrows, sure it was as much a lesson in English phrasing as it was placing a firm boundary in their relationship. And Eun-Yul didn't care much about either, amused by how literal the other girl was over something so standard. "Thank you, just Mi-Ho," she gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes, busying herself with unpacking her things in the middle of the floor.
Her cousin continued to go on with instructions, but it was still difficult for her to understand English when not actively listening, especially so much at once. And she had no desire to concentrate too closely on what Mi-Ho was saying, only catching a few words that she could make enough of a guess. If she happened to be wrong, she supposed Mi-Ho would be more than glad to correct her again.
Not all that methodical in her unpacking, a stack of sketchbooks and a collection of mostly used paints and brushes got priority, going into the first drawer of the dresser that was probably meant for clothes. An ugly stuffed octopus got tossed on top of what was to be her bed, and Eun-Yul paused as an afterthought to stand on her toes to see if she could get a peek at whatever it was that Mi-Ho left for her. But she was too short, and not all that interested in climbing up to find out.
Unrolling a small poster of G-Dragon that she got as a bonus from a makeup shop, Eun-Yul glanced around the room for a good placement. "Where can this go?"
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 8, 2013 18:28:42 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 257 | Eun-Yul's 'just Mi-Ho' was met with a roll of the eyes. She didn't respond anymore than that though, having no intention on helping her cousin unpack. At least not until Eun-Yul was finished pulling everything out of her bags and she decided that everything was in the wrong place. That seemed like a probable scenario as she watched her cousin stack sketchbooks and used paints into the drawers of the dresser. That was probably her fault for not offering over a drawer of the desk as well, but she could correct that later.
Until then, the tall girl plopped down on her own bed and reached for one of the other books she had lying nearby. She really had to take some of them back to the library one day before she owed late fees, but there were a few she wanted to finish before that. Though just as she opened the cover, she glanced back up at the poster Eun-Yul unveiled. G-Dragon. Right.
"You can put it in there, I guess." Mi-Ho kept a blank face and pointed toward the closet door. There was no way she was going have that hanging on her wall. She may have been a teenage girl herself, but she had never really been into the teenage girl habit of decorating her walls with posters. She really didn't want something staring back at her while she tried to sleep.
She leaned back on her pillow and propped her book up to start reading. "Have you been studying English?" Mi-Ho asked offhand. |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 9, 2013 3:42:48 GMT -8
"Hm," she glanced at the closet and supposed G-Dragon would work fine lurking behind the closed door, although she'd have to find some way to get something on the bare walls other than a collection of sticky notes. As pleasant the pale shade of teal was, the emptiness was more overbearing than Mi-Ho's dry personality, harder to ignore. Lacking tape to hang up the poster at the moment, Eun-Yul let it roll back up and dropped it on the floor with the pile of the rest of her unsorted belongings, quickly finding places to shove things without too much care about practicality. She'd probably rearrange things later as she used them and forgot where they went the first time, never good at keeping any sense of permanent organization. As long as things were away and in her own designated place, she did her part.
"Always," Eun-Yul answered with no exaggeration if being in English classes counted as studying, had spent every day for the past nine years taking the subject at school and again in the hours after at a hagwon. She didn't participate in classes, did none of her homework outside of it, and yet the school had always provided her and the rest of the equally unenthusiastic students with passing grades to keep their parents satisfied with where their money was going. Was she actually good at English, she couldn't give an accurate estimation but erred on the side of not really. Eun-Yul's Korean was already choppy if she tried to go beyond short phrases, writing a mess of nonsense that never failed to enrage her teachers, and her English no better.
"And math, and science, and gayageum, and history, and Chinese, and math one more time." Far too many subjects that she didn't care about, had attempted to skip as many classes as she could just to get a break from the overload and her classmates before the schools had contacted her parents about her absences. "I hate." Hanging up a few shirts, Eun-Yul stifled a yawn, but she was used to barely getting any sleep between all her extra classes that she pushed through the exhaustion.
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 14, 2013 8:01:47 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 231 | For the time being, Mi-Ho was totally opposed to her cousin placing anything on her walls. She liked the clean and empty space, finding nothing wrong with her cool bare walls. It was sparse, but she hated clutter of any kind. It would take something really special for Mi-Ho to finally agree to hang anything at all. G-Dragon, though talented, was just not special enough. She glanced front he corner of her eye as the poster just went right to the floor.
It was good to hear that her cousin had been studying English though. The English levels of that side of the family just seemed fine, as she had always been able to talk to even her father's mother in just as much English as she did Korean. It was nice. Mi-Ho liked to think that she spoke good enough Korean for someone who just didn't speak it on a daily basis, but sometimes it was hard to explain the more detailed things.
"Wow, you study a lot then. Good for you," she said flatly, totally uninterested in however much her cousin had been studying. Out of the context of Korean education culture, she would have thought of Eun-Yul as an overachiever. However, in the context she wasn't too sure what her cousin was just yet. She did say she hated it. "Are you actually good at any of it?" |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 14, 2013 9:07:41 GMT -8
It seemed to be the belief that the more hours studying and the less sleep you got, the more you learned and the better prepared for university you'd be. Being so overwhelmed had the opposite effect on Eun-Yul, who preferred to zone most of her classes out to preserve what little sanity she had left. "Not any," she admitted without any shame, had been openly ridiculed for years for her poor performance by both teachers and peers alike. She refused to let anyone hold it over her. "Only art." Eun-Yul liked to consider herself perfectly happy with how she was, while everyone else crushed their own spirits under the increasing pressures of exams and scores to get into the one university that mattered. They thought she was weird for not even trying, she thought they were ridiculous.
"You stopped school," Eun-Yul commented while checking her bags for anything else to put away, a bit curious about the story behind it. All she knew was that Mi-Ho was supposed to be off at school, and yet she was home instead. And Mi-Ho seemed far more the type that took her studies seriously, took her future seriously. What had happened to drive both of her cousins away from university? Was American culture just that more relaxed that it wasn't considered as essential? "Or did school stop you?" Maybe the girl had other plans for herself.
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 16, 2013 7:13:20 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 226 | At least Eun-Yul was honest about her studies. Mi-Ho could at least appreciate that much about her cousin so far. Sure, she was a little unhappy with having to share her room with a family member who was practically a stranger, but she had to find some things about the arrangement that she could appreciate. Eun-Yul only being good at art also explained the art supplies that had been stuffed away into the wrong place. Perhaps Mi-Ho would take it upon herself to go through and organize the mess rather than just throw it all out then, though she dreaded the idea of an artist getting too creative in her room.
She hadn't been expecting the oddly perceptive question that came out of Eun-Yul next. Mi-Ho finally glanced over at her, not changing any expression on her face. However, that was a tricky one that she knew the answer to all too well. She just wondered how much she could say without the wrong words reaching her parents to make them worry. "That's not important," she sighed. "All you need to know is that I am a good dancer and I could keep doing it if I wanted to." She was still confident in her skills despite how dispassionate school had made her about the whole thing.
"What sort of art do you like to do?" |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 21, 2013 6:16:40 GMT -8
Tones in English were a bit difficult for Eun-Yul to differentiate, but the wording struck her as a bit needlessly defensive. Perhaps a sore subject, or one that Mi-Ho didn't like to justify to others. Eun-Yul nodded along in vague understanding from her own perspective of not wanting to, no wish to pursue her own interests in an educational setting. Weren't hobbies better enjoyed with no interference of others trying to correct and direct? If art was taught the same way as the rest of the subjects she trudged through, it'd be more stifling and restrictive than helpful with somebody breathing over her shoulder, enough to drive her away from it completely. Why need a degree when your work should speak for itself, anyway? Perhaps dancing was the same way, where the beauty of it was squelched by the demands for perfection through repetition. Eun-Yul kept most of her art private, for her own satisfaction and expression, so maybe Mi-Ho didn't like to perform for an audience. Maybe she didn't like to dance with others, as unfriendly as she was.
But mostly, it was difficult for Eun-Yul to imagine Mi-Ho as somebody with enough passion to really dedicate her life to it. She laughed lightly, somewhat pleased that the other girl had (at least temporarily) ended up where Eun-Yul herself was headed- nowhere. So much for hard work.
"I like to painting and with..." Eun-Yul frowned for a moment, realizing she never learned the word for charcoal in any of her numerous English classes. "목탄화... Black and soft? It's messy." Instead of making her cousin play a guessing game, no idea how familiar she was with different art media anyway, Eun-Yul pulled out her half-filled sketchbook from the drawer and tossed it at the girl. Easier to show than explain.
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Dec 21, 2013 8:28:53 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 321 | Dancing was perhaps one of the only forms of expression the girl had been willing to have. It was true enough that the education system had robbed her passion in the art form. She had loved to do it when she was only a few years younger, just to have that joy stolen from her. So now she was going nowhere, because she refused to continue lifelessly tossing herself around a stage. Disappearing after a few months into a life of nothing in the middle of nowhere was still honestly in the back of her mind as she settled into her new day-to-day routine. Really, what was the lesser of the two evils?
She ignored Eun-Yul’s laughter, but listened at the words that came after. Mi-Ho was good enough at conversational Korean, especially after watching Korean dramas and admittedly listening to some Kpop herself. However, there was always the occasional word that she just couldn’t decipher, because she just didn’t hear some words in the language spoken all that much. Her brow gently furrowed in a momentary pause of thought over what Eun-Yul could mean. She managed to grab the sketchbook. Though the toss has been a bit unexpected, the drawings inside gave her more of an idea of what her cousin meant. Still, something black, soft, and messy that produced drawings like that could have been a number of things with so many manmade materials, especially when she wasn’t that familiar with the wide variety of products artists used to smear their ideas onto papers, walls, and canvases.
She decided to just take a shot in the dark at the most familiar word. If she was right then maybe Eun-Yul would recognize it. “Is this a pastel or like charcoal?” It was all just black, so the better guess was probably charcoal. However, she’d wait for an answer. “Is it like the black rock they burn for barbecue?” |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Dec 28, 2013 7:30:25 GMT -8
The idea of disappearing into the middle of nowhere had a certain romantic appeal, to escape from the expectations that she'd never would live up to nor wanted to bend herself to try to fit. But she'd never imagine that somebody like Mi-Ho would consider it. To be fair, she realized that she had only the slightest impression to judge her cousin on at all and it wasn't likely all that accurate. It reminded her of the only American author she could ever remember the name of- Thoreau. (She thought she remembered two, but in actuality J.K. Rowling was British and Eun-Yul had only managed to make it through half of the Harry Potter books before giving up on how long they were.)
If only Eun-Yul was more aware of her cousin's similar dispassion and aimless drive through life, she'd find the other girl a bit more relatable underneath the surface of too composed, too above it all. That same cool she'd never quite managed to maintain for too long herself, crackling with too much emotion and impulsion that marked her as faulty. It was difficult not to see her cousin as just another girl she'd be measured against and found lacking, but maybe her dropping out would level the field a bit. She knew it was unhealthy to view other girls near her age as competition, but that was the reality of her experience. The source of so much of her unhappiness, yet too ingrained to let go.
Being actually related didn't help much in the way of their getting along thus far, sensing how displeased Mi-Ho was with having her there despite not having directly stated it. Which was fair enough, Eun-Yul would prefer to have a room to herself as well, free from what she anticipated as nagging about cleaning and boundaries and misplacement to the tiniest degree. But honestly, it wasn't a bad start, and Eun-Yul allowed herself to stop reading too deeply into anything. She didn't require much from her cousin other than some space, and was sure all her cousin wanted in return was her space not being too disrupted.
She approached the bed to peer down at the pages that Mi-Ho flipped through, paying little mind to how the disturbing and surreal imagery consistent throughout each work might come off to the other girl. Mi-Ho hardly seemed perturbed anyway by the depiction of a nude woman with decaying skin and thorned vines growing out of her mouth and eyes, her spindly fingers clawing into her own ribcage to reveal a root system entwined with her organs. The charcoal had been sprayed down and finished so that it was considerably less messy, didn't smear as the pages were inspected. She listened to the translation suggestions without recognizing either word, shrugging in response. "Yes, barbeque! The black rock" she agreed a bit enthusiastically upon making the connection, grabbing back her sketchbook now that it was no longer needed, shutting it possessively. "I like barbeque rock, it's very soft."
Which made her realize she was a bit hungry, wondering if she put enough away yet to grab something to eat, maybe say a quick hello to the rest of her family, before she'd be able to collapse into a heap and sleep off her jetlag. It was difficult to imagine wanting to wake up ever again with how long it had been since she last slept.
wow fantastic baby TAG Mi-Ho TIMESTAMP May 17th
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Jan 15, 2014 5:28:12 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 262 | “Charcoal,” Mi-Ho reemphasized, though she still wasn’t quite sure if her cousin was going to make the right connection to the material. She would have clarified further, but she would just hope that Eun-Yul caught on. If she did, Mi-Ho didn’t think correcting her would be much trouble. And just with that confirmation, the book was snapped shut and taken from her hands. At first the Korean-American just sat there and stared at her hands as if there was some surprised hidden behind her blank expression. However, she said nothing.
She hadn’t wanted to look much more than that anyway. She recognized the drawings as being mildly odd, but she took it as a bizarre artist’s point of view more than anything. It was that dark and mysterious element that plenty of modern artists wallowed in. It didn’t disturb her as much as it probably should’ve. So, oddly enough, it wasn’t added into the reasons she thought her cousin might be a weirdo.
As a gentle sigh of breathe escaped her, she picked up her book and started flipping through its pages again. “I don’t mind it as long as you don’t bring it in here. There’s a place in the extra space downstairs for that.” She paused for a moment before deciding it was unfortunately a good time to get exactly what she had dreaded the most over with. “When you’re finished, I’m taking you for a tour of the house.” No yes or no involved. They were going on a house-tour as soon as Eun-Yul seemed ready. |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Feb 1, 2014 4:59:47 GMT -8
Knowing the term charcoal would at least be useful for buying new art supplies when it became necessary, Eun-Yul attempted to file it away for later, although her lack of sleep made it difficult enough to even remember her native Korean. Thoughts all jumbled up and overwhelmed with new input, house tour sounded completely unappealing and exhausting. But no amounts of sighing or feet-dragging would get her out of the obligation of following her older cousin's insistence. Another hurdle of things she needed to get out of the way before she was finally allowed some rest. Hopefully she could put off meeting the rest of the family until the next day. Luckily she didn't have any other relatives in the US, or it'd be a never ending string of meeting people she rather avoid.
Even the long days of school hadn't properly prepared her for what was surely the longest day of her life, cursing the necessary existence of timezones and however they worked that made her go seemingly back in time just to put that many more hours between her and sleep. "At least house is small," she was grateful if only to make the tour go by quicker, knowing this part of the family lacked the money that her parents had. She'd been warned of how different it'd be to go from the most notoriously overpriced section of Seoul to a rather cheap neighbourhood with a shady reputation. But she supposed she didn't mind, her privileged enough upbringing allowing her to be dismissive of the importance of money.
Snatching Mi-Ho's own book out of her hands just as readily she had the sketchbook, she tossed it aside carelessly onto the girl's pillow. "Now," it was neither eager nor particularly demanding, just an indication that she was ready.
wow fantastic baby TAG Mi-Ho TIMESTAMP May 17th
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Post by MI-HO MOON on Feb 1, 2014 7:40:58 GMT -8
She said leave me alone, but just don't leave me here, alright?
May 17th
tag | Eun-Yul
words | 342 | “Excuse you,” Mi-Ho answered. Her tone was still flat, but she used just enough emphasis to let her cousin know that she did not appreciate having her book ripped from her hands. She wasn’t used to someone taking that kind of bold measure around her, especially not in her own home. However, there was little she was willing to do about it yet. It was crossing a line with her, but she was going to give Eun-Yul the benefit of the doubt that it would not be a habit. She would humor her just this time.
Sighing gently, Mi-Ho stood from her bed and motioned for Eun-Yul to follow her. “It’s small and there are some places you should stay out of, so this should be quick. Just make sure you pay attention.” And with that she first waved her hand to point out their own room. “This is our room, obviously. Keep it clean.” The our didn’t roll off of her tongue quite as well as she had wanted it to. Next she motioned for her cousin to follow her out into the hall. She opened the door opposite of their own. “This is the bathroom. Mom and dad have their own in their bedroom, so only Kyu-Sik and I use this one. You’ll need to use this one, too, though. If you need towels or anything, the door next to it is a closet.”
She took a few steps down the hall to point out two more doors. “The door on the left there leads to our parents’ room. Don’t go in there without asking. There’s really nothing interesting in there anyway. The door on the right is the laundry room and where we keep other things like the cleaning products. If you use anything, just be sure to put it back when you’re finished.” The young woman paused to give her cousin some time to peek into the rooms mentioned before they went down to the next floor. “Is that clear so far?” |
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Post by EUN-YUL MOON on Feb 13, 2014 5:53:16 GMT -8
The warning tone wasn't missed despite the almost disappointing lack of follow through, taking note of where all her cousin's lines were drawn with a badly faked apologetic smile. Territorial. Mi-Ho's projection of politeness didn't hide the view that she saw Eun-Yul as an intruder (wasn't she?), could tell how forced the our was. She felt like a spider gently plucking at the web of another, every step sending ripples back to her host. Just how much would it take to make the well-composed girl snap? The idea of it was almost intriguing, but her very survival encouraged against it. It was difficult to keep herself from wanting to prod too much.
She followed behind with little interest in the brief details of the tour, idly scanning the rooms of the house for the best places to escape, objects to use as weapons, or locations to hide bodies that she never actually planned to have to dispose of. It kept her entertained enough to stay awake through whatever mostly tuned out explanation Mi-Ho was giving, certain her own exploration could fill in anything she was missing later if it turned out to be important enough to seek out. "Yes. Bathroom. Towel. Don't go," she repeated vaguely with a gesture toward the door that matched each descriptor, ready to move on.
wow fantastic baby TAG Just Mi-Ho TIMESTAMP May 17th
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