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who → choon-hee & iseul
what → fighting!
where → choon-hee's rehearsal studio
when → today/nighttime
warnings → violence, hotness, hot people fighting, etc etc.
Running a towel through her hair she waved farewell to her dancers as they went on their way. Offers of thanks and hang out time the next day were offered, because Choon-Hee never allowed herself to forget how lucky she was to have them now. "Take care, guys! Be safe, all right?" She moved back in as they laughed back at her concern, that would-be-older-sister mentality always proving to be a bit too much at any given point in time. It was almost second-nature to worry now, though, considering everything that had changed while the world continued to turn.
Walking back into the studio with that ever-so-faint smile on her face, she tossed her towel aside as she got to placing her things into her bag. Lacing up her sneakers in quick movements, she got up and did a final few stretches. It was such a good thing, really, with all that was happening now. Sure, there was still that constant threat all around, but it was better. The Revival Project had done so much already that, in her heart of hearts, she really believed they could rid the world of them with enough time. It could happen, anything was possible. And even though she still felt unsafe alone at nights, and the wind sometimes howled like something coming for her, she was learning to handle the paranoia she figured an ingrained part of everyone's existence now.
And they had friends together. They had family, people to rely themselves on, reasons to move on. It was why she was diving head-first into all these performances and new levels of work. It could keep her mind off things, and moving on was the only way to get past what had happened to everyone. If they kept trying this way, kept finding ways to make things seem normal again, maybe they eventually really would be. Things worked out that way, didn't they? Life always found a way to pass through the hardships and get you back to good.
Bent over while zipping up her bag of now sweat-ridden clothing and shoes, Choon-Hee heard something crash in the distance. With Iseul still cleaning himself off in the shower she knew it wasn't him, but perhaps it was just something worth ignoring. Picking up her bag to toss it onto the chair near the door she heard something again, crashing into the door she had walked all her dancers out of some time before. She looked around the empty room for a moment, mirrors showing eerie reflections of the empty spaces and partial reflections of her face. It didn't look like anything was left behind for one of her dancers to be coming back for, but she so often overlooked things.
Another crash against the door brought a tinge of panic into her chest, her stomach tightening itself into a knot. But she was always such a worrisome woman, it wouldn't do to try and bother Iseul with simple noises. She was Hyori Lee, she could handle checking on a noise by herself. Opening the door to the room she walked out into the hallway, careful and slow steps toward the door at the end of the hall to exit the building. Like clockwork she saw them through the glass on the door, the creatures standing there with glares of desire and hunger in their eyes. Before she could even try to register what was happening the door came flying off it's hinges, blasts of telekinetic energy throwing it at massive speeds right at her.
With a sharp and quick scream she threw herself to the ground, quick enough to avoid the door as it collided with the wall behind her. Lifting up her head quickly she saw them rushing through the entrance way they had made for themselves, and she let out another scream. Hands behind her, she dragged herself away from them, trying to make her way back into the studio room, as she threw up a psionic forcefield between them. She was too nervous to solidify it, and she was hating herself for being so easily disturbed like this. Their faces were moving through the malleable form, and she felt her fear take hold keeping her from doing much more than this for now.
what → fighting!
where → choon-hee's rehearsal studio
when → today/nighttime
warnings → violence, hotness, hot people fighting, etc etc.
Running a towel through her hair she waved farewell to her dancers as they went on their way. Offers of thanks and hang out time the next day were offered, because Choon-Hee never allowed herself to forget how lucky she was to have them now. "Take care, guys! Be safe, all right?" She moved back in as they laughed back at her concern, that would-be-older-sister mentality always proving to be a bit too much at any given point in time. It was almost second-nature to worry now, though, considering everything that had changed while the world continued to turn.
Walking back into the studio with that ever-so-faint smile on her face, she tossed her towel aside as she got to placing her things into her bag. Lacing up her sneakers in quick movements, she got up and did a final few stretches. It was such a good thing, really, with all that was happening now. Sure, there was still that constant threat all around, but it was better. The Revival Project had done so much already that, in her heart of hearts, she really believed they could rid the world of them with enough time. It could happen, anything was possible. And even though she still felt unsafe alone at nights, and the wind sometimes howled like something coming for her, she was learning to handle the paranoia she figured an ingrained part of everyone's existence now.
And they had friends together. They had family, people to rely themselves on, reasons to move on. It was why she was diving head-first into all these performances and new levels of work. It could keep her mind off things, and moving on was the only way to get past what had happened to everyone. If they kept trying this way, kept finding ways to make things seem normal again, maybe they eventually really would be. Things worked out that way, didn't they? Life always found a way to pass through the hardships and get you back to good.
Bent over while zipping up her bag of now sweat-ridden clothing and shoes, Choon-Hee heard something crash in the distance. With Iseul still cleaning himself off in the shower she knew it wasn't him, but perhaps it was just something worth ignoring. Picking up her bag to toss it onto the chair near the door she heard something again, crashing into the door she had walked all her dancers out of some time before. She looked around the empty room for a moment, mirrors showing eerie reflections of the empty spaces and partial reflections of her face. It didn't look like anything was left behind for one of her dancers to be coming back for, but she so often overlooked things.
Another crash against the door brought a tinge of panic into her chest, her stomach tightening itself into a knot. But she was always such a worrisome woman, it wouldn't do to try and bother Iseul with simple noises. She was Hyori Lee, she could handle checking on a noise by herself. Opening the door to the room she walked out into the hallway, careful and slow steps toward the door at the end of the hall to exit the building. Like clockwork she saw them through the glass on the door, the creatures standing there with glares of desire and hunger in their eyes. Before she could even try to register what was happening the door came flying off it's hinges, blasts of telekinetic energy throwing it at massive speeds right at her.
With a sharp and quick scream she threw herself to the ground, quick enough to avoid the door as it collided with the wall behind her. Lifting up her head quickly she saw them rushing through the entrance way they had made for themselves, and she let out another scream. Hands behind her, she dragged herself away from them, trying to make her way back into the studio room, as she threw up a psionic forcefield between them. She was too nervous to solidify it, and she was hating herself for being so easily disturbed like this. Their faces were moving through the malleable form, and she felt her fear take hold keeping her from doing much more than this for now.