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solace university | public student profile
name : jennie kim/ 김제니
age : 20
grade : junior
status : single
orientation : straight
major : english
 
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// Biography
 
words flowed easily through her lead pencil onto the crisp paper during all nighters, or when an assignment was given during class. words were beautiful, flowery, held so much depth and used for various of things- thus, the reason why jennie adored them. and yet, she can't seem to grasp any words to describe her own life. from the very beginning, jennie kim was assigned to a life filled with miserable mishaps and obstacles the size of mountains. it was as if she was never meant to be brought into the world, and through some little slips and tricks she managed to score a story of her own- in return, she was to pay the price. to live a life without happiness. but the joke is on them- she believed. happiness was brought in the form of words. 
 
brought up in the states, her young self was engulfed in stingy alleys and leaky roofs. life was tough when your only source of money and essentials came from a barely mature single mother. despite hearing many times how children learned to mature on their own, jennie never discovered how to pave her own path and instead fell under the influence of her mother. arriving home late into the night, reeking of spilled alcohol- and at times, companied by a stranger. each corner of the small apartment drenched in the smell of cigarettes and decorated with burnt cancer sticks. she had her first drag at the age of 8. fortunately, it wasn't much to her liking. but what really took a toll was the amount of strange men brought to her abode, the unwanted noises that kept her awake at night, the thudding on the walls and the creaking of her mother's bed. from the beginning, jennie lived under her own shadow- her only company. 
 
blooming into a young lady, at age 15 she took up the throat-burning drinks, finding the taste strangely addicting and comforting. of course, it was without her mother's knowledge. despite the years she's been casted aside, her mother was the only figure that gave an ounce of care in her life, and she was content. the reason as to why she's not very comfortable with showing emotions nor feelings now-- it was a strange concept to her. jennie was that one student teachers were wary of. the type of student to not turn in homeworks and get an average grade on tests yet she soared with flying colors when it came to exams. once, she was even accused of cheating- but it was really just her and her will to leave the dingy place she called home. she stuck around with the burnouts, and the 'freaks' though she never found herself blending in with any of the cliques. she was herself, and she was fine with that.
 
jennie never allowed the alcohol to get to her, she was the type of person who needed to be in control of everything, if possible. and that includes controlling her self needs, wants, and mind. in regards to that, alcohol would be considered her worst enemy. she knew well enough by simply viewing her mother. her mother, the core of her life, and her secret. it was an uneventful day that led to a life scarring night. another one of those late evenings where her mother would bring home a man, but it took a complete turn when he touched jennie, instead.  it was a whirlwind of scenes she'd never wish to remember ever again. but till this day, the image lays hidden in the back of her mind-- a bruised cheek and guns in trembling hands, her mother stricken, skin turned pale at the stranger curled up on the floor of their apartment, a bullet hole below his right chest.
 
of course, it didn't take long for the neighbors to dial up the cops. separated from her mother, she was sent to juvenile. there, the years past by in seconds. she cooped herself up in the cell, and refused to speak to anyone. there, she was diagnosed with manic depression- a bi polar disorder in which she'd turn aggressive when threatened or reminded of her mistake. the title of murder was so close to being applicable to her-- it was a miracle the male survived. with a long and elongated discuss between guardians, judges, and police, jennie was able to bury her dark past, sent to korea in order to begin a new 'page in life.' even though she missed about two years of high school, her previous grades were deemed worthy of acceptance. 
 
and so, here begins her third year in solace university. a junior majoring in english, a new found life, clothes, looks- but the same eyes that held so much were still intact. she comes off as a quiet person, almost cold. when approached, her replies would be short and curt- if not snarky and sarcastic. love, friends, care-- those only existed in the stories and poems she'd find herself jotting down at 4 am in the night. guys, though attractive and pretty much there for her to grab, were never that interesting for her to pull her gaze off her notebook or  phone. there was once, perhaps, where a boy was amusing enough to bring a smile upon her lips. she'd consider him as her first love, though it wasn't much. they grew distant, joined different cliques-- he was more known, she wasn't. life happened, and again . . . she was fine with that.
 
 
// plots
 
Not on Drugs | M | ( 0/1 )
Genre: romance, (??), a bit of fluff, a bit of angst
Throughout her whole life, Jennie has never quite fancy the word love. It was never a topic nor feeling she could easily relate, too. And despite the praises she'd gain for the romantic proses she's handed in for class, she never truly experienced this certain 'love' movies are built around. And yet, she felt it in the most unexpected of cases. You were just a nobody in her eyes, another one of the guys, but certain events led up to a crack in the wall she built. From late night rendevous, to almost getting caught by the police, to leaning on each other be it through listening or something more intimate. One way or another, Jennie's life begins to take a turn, finding her head on cloud nine every now and then when she's around you. But she knew, it wasn't something that could last forever. It shouldn't. But she wants it to be.
 
Over| M/F | ( 0/1 )
Genre: angst, friendship
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Title | M/F | ( 0/1 )
Genre: 
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// out of character rules & etc
 
- GMT +8
- only detailed and 3rd pov, of course.
- para and novella
- slow replies as school is starting soon.
- i can get lazy, so do remind me if i missed your reply.
- always up to plot or wing. drop a starter!
- i do any genres, fluff, romance, angst, they're all good. but lately, i've been craving angst.
 
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