Fènghuáng; Phoenix, Down (ChanXiu)

@Tre Fiction made Chanyeol feel sick to the stomach. The few attempts he'd made whilst in the training centre had left him feeling like there was a knot in his gut and something was terribly not right. Out of place. He hadn't bothered trying again.

"Am I actually in pain?" Chanyeol frowned in thought. He didn't even want to talk about it. Why the hell was even discuss his weakness like that? The topic was enough to make him reclusive and uneasy. "It's just.. Phantom. Where you ear plugs. Not your concern." He muttered, in a cross between sounding embarrassed, terrified and pissed. He wasn't sure how loud he was exactly, but if ear plugs could block it out it sounded like a great idea to him.

"Ah." Running underwater, he'd heard stranger training methods. Personally he'd just prefer a treadmill. Why must everything be so complicated. "In programming the computer to do what I want it to. Let me access things I want instead of all the blocked and limits they usually have." His lip curled in distaste. Well at least he was levels above whoever created the firewall. It really didn't ever take him long to get past. Pushing some hair out his eyes, he continued typing, squinting occasionally when he got too drowsy or his code hit a wall.

@Channie Upon hearing that the other didn't read fiction, Minseok couldn't push away the recollection of thoughts that clouded his mind and previous thoughts. He had trained himself to prevent these obscurities, but tuning back to the old days with his friend bypassed that wall. He could remember taking and reading books with Chanyeol on days they couldn't go adventuring out. Perhaps it was too cold, too rainy or too much snow. Whatever the reason, the picturesque visions showed them under a faintly lit blanket with Minseok narrating ridiculously with giggles and laughter bursting forth. Minseok shook his head, placing the book down.

"Earplugs can solve that issue, no problem. I have to know, though, do you actually have pain? Blocking out something like that would be an issue." Minseok scooted back on his bed, back against his headboard. He didn't want to imagine a situation with the other needing help during an episode and he just soundly slept through it.

Minseok brought a knuckle to his lips, a small hum dancing onto the skin. So he had at least eaten a little? That was a start. "Swimming? You could say that. I run underwater, through artificial currently." Minseok replied, simplifying his actions earlier. No use boring the other sign mundane facts that he'd probably filter out anyway. Minseok then tilted his head, absorbing sounds throughout the floor. "What do you do on the computer, if you don't mind me asking?" Minseok asked, hearing the telltale taps of a keyboard lingering in the lyrics of the air. This was a start, at least, but he hoped he could keep the conversation going without ticking a wrong switch.

@Tre ( this is so bad I don't even want to look at it but I yried,
It's gonna take me awhile to get back into this )

"Oh." Chanyeol muttered, rather blandly in fact as he sat upon his crumpled blankets, still hidden in a hood and long sleeves. He hadn't really realised the food was partially his, but it didn't really matter. He wasn't overly hungry. "Sorry."

The mention of reading made
Chanyeol lift his head, eyes shifting away from where he was beginning to code on his computer to the books piled in Minseok's arms. Silently, he took note of the titles he'd chosen before quietly returning to his programming. "I read." He supplied quietly, refusing to raise his gaze a second time. "But not fiction. I don't read fiction anymore." He could faintly remember reading narrative stories in the past, or perhaps having them read to him. But it was hazy and it didn't matter anyways. Nowadays he much rathered to focus on text books and the intake of knowledge.

Occasionally, Chanyeol's eyes would flick up, glancing at Minseok and his unpacking before with a nervous squirm he looked back down again. It was so strange to have another presence in the room, and one so lively at that. He couldn't really be bothered to unpack his own stuff, a solitary box filled with a mix of clothes and electronics work. He may as well just leave it in there.

"So waking you up in the middle of the night by screaming at the top of my lungs, doesn't bother you? Nice to see neither of us like sleep. Maybe we have more in common than I thought." Chanyeol huffed, not even bothering to look up. "It's not going to be the last time either, you know..."

Small talk, now that was something Chanyeol was terrible at. Sure he was excellent on the case; when he had a
Character to play it came easily. But as himself? Socialising in general was not something he favoured. "Small talk Huh?... Wonderful... I kinda ate. You went swimming?"

@Tre ( meanie baek's are the nest heje

No it's great! I'll tty and so a reply )

@Channie () Neh, neh~ He's a meanie, though, lol. And I haven't had the chance to use him, either.
/pouts
Sorry it's short, but there's a reply. Sorry about the tiness as well.

@Channie Sopping wet and trailing chlorine-laced water into their little apartment like room, Minseok could only look at the other for a few seconds before he was up and off. Again. Frowning through with wet locks sticking to his face, Minseok wiped the obtrusive hair out of his eyes and merely sighed. "It wasn't just my food," He spoke, walking towards where the other went quietly. "I made it for the both of us, but I wanted your food to be hot and ready for you." He stopped before he got too close to the other's space, eyes scanning over the room in a longing absence. His mouth opened a few times before he turned around, heading to a mahogany bookshelf that was nestled in a corner near the closet.

"Do you like to read?" He called out, picking a few books of varying sizes and thickness out of the shelves. Balancing them in his rather small arms, Minseok carried them to where his bed lay and laid them down neatly. He had to strike up some sort of conversation; they couldn't be successful as an awkward duo. That wouldn't do at all. "My favorites are the thrillers. Or ones with a lot of mystery or interesting plotlines." He continued on, moving the town nestled on his neck up to dry his hair. The wet strands were irritating him to say the least.

And then he began to flit around the room, taking things out of the packed boxes that were moved from his previous room to stylize his section of their new room. He sighed, shoulders slumping when he looked towards Chanyeol's bed. "You don't have to sleep in the other room, you didn't bother me. We won't get anywhere distancing ourselves from each other." Minseok said, finally sitting down on a simple stool at the foot of his bed, a deep frown bored into his face. He turned his head around, looking the room over and locking each and every nook and cranny there was. He easily spotted each tiny camera, shifting himself so everything couldn't be analyzed easily.

"We can start by making simple talk." He continued, folding his arms across his chest loosely. "Did you eat? Or just put everything up?"

@Tre ( OOOOH A BAEKKIEEEE!! )

@Channie () I meant to tell you I opened a new RP. I have my first ever Baekhyun now, muahaha!
/slapped
Okay, writing this now. I swear.

@Tre ( Okey dokey~ <3 )

@Channie ()Alright, going to re-write this now and then we can plot on your rp as well. Mine are both dead, anyway.
/huffs

@Tre ( Aww that unnie ;; I did one for gongkai but it came out so bad i scraped it lol haha

() Well.. I typed up a reply to this but I guess rpr didn't approve.. Rude. I'll redo it.

@Tre ( I dunno I just think the two charas are dealing interesting. Have done it in like 2 years but I'm fond of it haha. )

(You did? I didn't know that.. Derp.)

( I forgot how much I liked this rp )

( I present you the epitome of . )

It took Chanyeol awhile to calm down. It wasn't surprising really, but he just... Felt so broken. Breaking down in front of Minseok and it hadn't even been 24 hours yet. That made Chanyeol mad, why was we such a failure?

He could change his name, his face, fill his hair full of chemicals but that wasn't going to change anything was it. Chanyeol sighed, resting his head against the wall he was sulking against as he attempted to dry his eyes. Minseok may not have been coming his way, but he was doing something. And talking; again.

What was his sudden persistence with this friend? Maybe Minseok was a little bit odd in the head, it wouldn't surprise Chanyeol.... He was the same wasn't he? Aish... Wasn't everyone in this hell hole. Minseok was obsessed with an old friend. Chanyeol was a stray dog from the street... What made them so different?

Chanyeol pulled up his good once he'd stitched himself back together again, hiding puffy eyes as he decided to peek into the kitchen. Minseok was gone... But there was food everywhere. Who left for a run and left their cooking out? That was just strange.... Chanyeol wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, should he leave it there? Maybe he should get some for Minseok and leave it out for when he came back? He decided that was the best idea and so Chanyeol busied himself, pulling together a plate for Minseok and placing it in the oven to stay warm before packing up the rest and storing it to be eaten later.

Chanyeol left himself on the counter, making sure the others food didn't get overly warm as he picked at a bread roll. Minseok was confusing and Chanyeol was having more trouble keeping his mask together than he liked. He didn't glance over when the other returned, just kept picking at his bread. "You left your food everywhere. I kept some warm for you." He nodded before hopping of the counter, glancing at the other before heading for his bed. "I'm sorry I woke you, I'll sleep in the other room from now on, so it won't happen again."

Watching the taller vanish from his eyesight, Minseok could only frown. Was there really no way to get into him, to get Chanyeol to actually talk to him instead of receiving only spiteful hisses or restrained grumbles? Perhaps it was too early to tell, and with that it was also too early to give up. But Minseok didn't follow Chanyeol, for he didn't want to seem like an intrusive individual, because Minseok was anything but. A sharpshooting sneaker for the past several years, Minseok knows when to place distance between himself and another- target or partner. And so he sat, slumping against Chanyeol's bed as he kept watch over the doorway in which the other had walked through, the silent portal he had vanished behind.

And then he sighed, pushing himself away from his low position to find something to do. He was awake now and he wasn't going to go back to sleep until the moon rose again tonight. If he weren't busy. That's another thing agents were trained on; to stay awake, to trick their internal clocks and fake insomnia. Minseok could stay awake for days on end without feeling tired, though it did come at a cost that took a few weeks to recuperate from. Weeks if he weren't in the center. A chamber had been constructed for him a while ago that would replenish his body with vitamins and other essential nutrients that sleep would provide. Wasn't the best feeling in the world, but nothing hurt more than losing your best friend the way Minseok did.

But there was no use dwelling in the past right now; that showed weakness, and Minseok was anything but. "Perhaps you're used to the supplement shots or something, but today's our day off." Minseok called out suddenly, walking over to the kitchen area. Whether Chanyeol listened or ignored him, he'd continue on. "And days off mean shots off. We're eating a real breakfast today. Something I used to cook my friend a while ago." He droned on, fingers twitching as the word 'friend' slithered out of his mouth. "I wanted to be a barista at one point, you know, but me and him decided we wanted to be top secret agents together. He really liked my cappuccinos. I gave him a special design, too. He was passionate and fiery and charismatic.. Like the name he was bestowed predicted." And then Minseok shut up, rummaging through the cabinets after hopping onto the counter to reach the high shelves. He had everything he wanted; coffee beans with a grinder and a brewing machine nestled in the corner of the counter island, rice and a plethora of other meats and vegetables.

Setting off to cook, Minseok fully immersed himself in doing just that, cutting and dicing meat, steaming the rice at a strict temperature, seasoning the meat, preparing it, cooking it.. It had took him a while and, even if Chanyeol didn't eat it, it was worth the shot. Washing his hands after setting the table with the many dishes and empty plates, Minseok dried his hands off and headed towards the door. "I'll be back; I need to go for a run." And then he was out, rubbing his chocolate locks out of his face just before he sprinted off towards the inside track pool. Yeah, Minseok preferred to run his miles under the forceful currents with little gear. It's how he kept himself flexible and agile, after all.

Chanyeol's dreams were always the same, no matter how many years he spent cooped up in these white walls, he continuously had concieved the one night mare, every night without fail. And ever now, when he wasn't alone with just his thoughts, the same images still flickered, like a jittery movie that Chanyeol was so sick of watching. It never entirely made sense, there was always parts missing; like pages torn out from a book. But the ending was always the same.

The dream started with running, feet hitting cobblestone with a squeak of worn out sneakers, there were dirty alleyways, all swimming in a vision like they wre underwater. Then there was screaming, no pictures just screaming and Chanyeol could never make out if it was his own or someone elses. Then there was the needles, a constant stinging in Chanyeol's lower arm and the all too familiar flow of liquid hitting blood stream, he had moaned in garbled pain, the sound echoing out into the real world before it all continued. He would always be crying something, screaming a word that Chanyeol could never make out, he supposed it was a name, but his dream just seemed like it was constantly underwater and he couldn't make out the syllables.

Everything was in black and too bright colour, causing wincing on over sensitive eyelids. There was chains and dirt, a sinister pair of eyes and then the clinking of glasses. There was the unimaginable highs, the feeling of being on top of the world and the lows, the insanitable itch and the /need/ to feel onto of the world again. The first scream followed the first injection, liquid shooting through tiny needles and the distant voice of Minseok seemed to do anything but spur it on, becoming the sinister voice of a head gang leader before as always they jabbed him again, too much this time and he jerked awake, screaming again before sitting bolt upright, panting and whimpering as he tried to get a grasp on reality.

It was always the same, every time he woke up. Chanyeol was insanitably itchy, incredibly so on his forearm and automatically started to scatch, still trembling before he held himself back, choosing to fist his hands in the sheets instead because no Chanyeol, it's an illusion youre not itchy, when he glanced to the side hwoever, Chanyeol almost screamed again, seeing someone else there, but his brain took a moment to decipher who it was and when he did so he let out a whimper, pulling his blanket over his head because //. Had he woken the other by making too much noise? now Minseok was goign to try and make him talk, good luck with that shorty. He grumbled internally, hiding under the blanket because he did not want the other too see himself like this. So much for the new professional image he'd created before bed, neat facial features and what not. Now Minseok just thought he was a scared boy and althought that was what Chanyeol is. It was not what he wants other's to think of him.

With a groan he freed himself, escaping out of bed and into another room, somewhere, anywhere but under the other agent's gaze. He mumbled a soft, "I'm sorry if I woke you" as he shuffled past, his hands still shaking furiously as he clenched them at his side. Chanyeol needed to calm down before he blew his mask completely and he refused to be that weak.

Falling into a silent sleep, Minseok cuddled under the blankets instinctively, mind slinking down the sheets to meander the halls in a lonely fashion, peeking around corners in search of lost thoughts and visions... For Chanyeol. For the happy boy he knew, the one who gave the biggest hugs and had the loudest laughs that Minseok was afraid he'd cause their little hiding spot to cave in. But, as his mind traversed, they became lost and disoriented, confused and abused as the smile turned into a frown, the laughs turned into mockery and the hugs into battery. Their home away from home flattened and expanded, the roof bursting into large plates of metal and concrete and soon enough.. Soon enough..

Minseok groaned ever so softly in his sleep as his mind took in its actual surroundings, its own illusions crushed from within as he was reminded once again that he was an occupant in this blasted facility. And Minseok was alone, even if Chanyeol was now physically here. Because, mentally and on a certain level, Minseok's happy virus was still long gone. But he couldn't cry, couldn't weep over the loss of his only friend because then Minseok would seem weak. And top agents weren't weak. Weaklings were never just released from the facility, either. They were fodder for the wildlife underneath the scope of potential escapees, a department that had the least amount of funding to the number being practically non-existent.

Then there was a scream, mind hurrying back as if death itself were on its heels, Minseok jolting up in bed with chocolate locks suffering a bad case of whiplash. He looked over at Chanyeol, chest heaving ever so slightly, but he did not move. Chanyeol hated him and touching someone who hated you wasn't always the best decision to make. So Minseok sat, brows furrowing in deep thought and knuckles popping the air bubbles between his sleek bones. And then he looked at the wall, deep brown irises trailing up to where he knew a camera was situated. Minseok said nothing, mouthed nothing, and looked back over to Chanyeol. There was nothing he could do. He could help, but then he couldn't. How do you help someone that hates you? Perhaps he could snap him back to reality, back to sheets of grey and walls of white.

Mindset on doing just that, Minseok vaulted himself out of his bed, landing so lightly a cat would be jealous, and moved over to Chanyeol. Fill in where the other was weak.. That hint from their boss alone reminded Minseok that this man probably had some insane strength in him but, in that minute, Minseok knew he could suffice with a broken nose if Chanyeol were to strike him. And with a breath being inhaled, Minseok knelt down beside the bed and spoke: "Chanyeol! You're screaming, are you okay? What's wrong?"

Chanyeol huffed a little at the other's solmen clarification, eyes tracing the tiles of the floor as he nodded to the request for sleep. Chanyeol couldn't guarantee he would get rest, but he would respect that the other was trying to sleep and stay quiet for awhile. He had stuff to do before he himself rested, some personal trimming that needed doing. He watched the other with dark eyes for a moment before disappearing into the kitchen, playing with the chemicals in attempt to make dye.

The agent knew that he needed to up his game, he needed to tidy up his appearance if anyone was going to take him seriously; Just catching his reflection in the toaster made him cringe and so he continued on with his mission, mixing things in a rather tantalising manner. Once he had decided that he had successfully brewed the right colour, he moved to find some scissors, disappearing into the bathroom because surely there would be a better mirror in there than the reflection of the toaster.

A few snips later, and an hour of dying, Chanyeol was left once again staring at his own appearance. He looked a bit better now, he would admit. He found it uncomfortable, but it was certainly a lot better he supposed. Instead of the long, black, choppy locks that sheilded most of his face, he now had neatly sweat bangs, sitting straight and tidy at a length just over his eyebrows. He'd also died them, a little paler than he had aimed for because now they sat somewhere between orange and blonde. But he supposed he looked a lot more friendly this way and that was what he was going for. He needed a facade that people could believe in, he needed a face that he could act behind.... not a shield that made him look weak.

And with that, Chanyeol cleaned up and headed for his own mass of sheets, curling up under the like a baby bird before drifting to sleep..... albeit as always. It wasn't long before he woke up screaming.

LernTuSpeel: @Channie [HIATUS] (AlphaBAT - AB City)

Shutdown.

That's how Minseok felt when that baritone voice of Chanyeol spoke and immediately slammed the nickname he had given him. Minseok.. Didn't understand. How could this have happened? He was hoping, no, he had /prayed/ mentioning that nickname would spark something. But it didn't.. And Minseok could only blink away the sudden rush of sadness that flooded his heart. They were watching, examining.. Minseok could only shut his mouth and curl in on himself against the sharp edges of the wall that were as unforgiving as the world.

Obviously this was no longer the Chanyeol he knew, the happy virus that smiled through anything. It hurt, a lot, but there was nothing Minseok could possibly do at this point. Though flawed in many aspects, Minseok knew when to stop bugging someone who wasn't on the defensive team. "I'm sorry." The small male croaked out, wiry fingers sliding along the fabric of his pants. "I didn't mean to annoy you." There was nothing else to it and Minseok knew that much. For now, happy Chanyeol was gone and replaced with this.. Minseok looked up.

This Chanyeol didn't want to be bothered. At all. He didn't want Minseok near him and he was less than ecstatic about sharing a living space with anyone for that matter. "Baozi.. It may sound stupid, yeah. I didn't like it at first, but my best friend Chanyeol insisted on it." Minseok spoke, finally uncurling from his hunched up position. He couldn't seem weak now; that would prove to be a fatal mistake.

"I'm going to get some sleep." Minseok mumbled. He needed to rest, to get his mind straight.. His friend was gone, replaced with the harsh shell of this person. Trying to digest all of the changes that occurred in a such a small window would prove to be quite challenging without a little focus gained. And what better way than to take a nap? Or, rather, a goodnight's sleep. "Make sure you get some rest, too." He said, getting up to leave his bed by the corner to travel to the attached bathroom in order to change into the appropriate clothes.

When he was all changed Minseok went directly to his bed and climbed in, burrowed under his blanket and sighed. The game has officially changed and Minseok needed to adapt. And quickly at that.

(It's horrible. Mainly because I'm half-asleep and incoherent OTL. If needed/wanted I could add another part with a little timeskip? Not at this moment, though. It'll be gibberish because I could black out any second. OTL.)

Channie: ( Wow this one is just kind of a little over due /is killed
Ailee - Scandal)

The way Chanyeol's new laptop was placed symaterically straight on the end of his newly made bed was almost taunting. It was such a stark contrast to his old room. Usually the grey covers were left crumpled in disarray, much to the rebellion of the army like way he'd been taught to leave them. But now, now his bed was stretched sheet of painful looking sombre grey and it made him angry... To the point where his hands were crumpling into fists at his side.

It was the odd things that shook Chanyeol.

But worse, worse than the covers was the laptop. Sitting removed of his reconfiguration, and callibrated to nothing he wanted he couldnt help but growl. He really didnt want to waste the time reprogramming it... But he wanted the mindless mindsweeper that he could sit and knowingly win.

Game after game after game...

Minseok seemed to be fretting over something in his corner, shaking in a lapse of control but Chanyeol wasnt even paying that much attention to be honest. Something about him being the others friend. He highly doubted that...where ever he had been....A friend would have saved him, right?

With a huff that was completely off Minseok's topic, Chanyeol's soon unrestrained hands began to harshly tear at his blanket, nastily ripping it arounf until it was a messy pile, just how he liked it. He snatched up his laptop to start pulling it apart. Laying the pieces out before him in as he glared around the rooms walls.
He knew they were watching.

By the time Chanyeol's computer was re-downloading software the other was still raving on into his prefect silence and Chanyeol grumbled softly.

Maybe he'd think back a little...to shut the other up....

Big mistake.

As soon as Chanyeol's memories trailed back before the center, a throbbing sensation coating his whole body in trembled and an insanitable itch shot up his left arm.

Screams. Chains. Twitching. Fluid. Needles.
When Chanyeol's eyes flicked open again his hands were entangled in his hair and his head was shaking quickly. His stare to Minseok was harsh before he stood, tucking his still shaking hands behind his back.

There was nothing before that. And even if there had bee, nothing was worthwhile. SOmeone who cared that much would have come.

And so the not so vocal Chanyeol spoke up again.

"Baozi... is a stupid nickname. This person is not me."

LernTuSpeel: (Song; Machine - EXO-M)

Minseok bowed as they were dismissed after standing up promptly. Three days.. Three days to try and decipher what was up with Chanyeol, but everything still confused him. Did Chanyeol really forget about him? Threw his face away? If so, why? Minseok never faulted on their meetings, stood Chanyeol up, none of those things, so why did this happen?

Minseok was chewing on his bottom lip in thought when Chanyeol's voice rang in the elevator, cold and steely, and Minseok looked over at him. And his eyes widened.

Chanyeol didn't know him anymore. Literally.

Minseok didn't think over how awkward it'd sound to tell someone you were, /are/, their best friend, because Chanyeol was someone he never wanted to lose. Minseok blinked rapidly, furrowing his brows as the metal doors slid open with a hiss, veteran agents waiting to show them to their new room standing in their suited glory. "Chanyeol," Minseok whispered. He really just wanted to hug the other, but seeing as how he was towards him now..

"Chanyeol, Chanyeol." Minseok repeated, the two behind the door of their new room, somewhat like an apartment seeing as it had a kitchen, a small living room, bathroom and a bedroom with two beds. Their things weren't there yet, the agents informing them that they were still being packed, so Minseok slowly went over to sit on the bed near the wall; the smaller one of the two. He huddled in the space of the corner and drew his knees up to his chest, curling up and appearing as if he were a small child who'd just had a nightmare and is wondering if something would burst out of the closet or drag them under the bed. "Chanyeol, you don't remember me?" Minseok asked, looking over towards the other. He was hurt, to say the least.

"I'm Minseok. Kim Minseok? We.. We're best friends, Chanyeol, don't you know? Since we were little.." Minseok trailed off, hiding behind his knees. "Your family.. Kicked you out, but we met up at an abandoned house regularly. My parents wouldn't adopt you.. We kept meeting up, but, one day you never showed up." Minseok's face was no longer visible at this point, shiny milk chocolate locks fluffing out over his knee caps in a disarray. Thinking back to that day, no matter how many years ago, hurt. They had promised each other the night before, wide smiles and close hugs, that they'd see each other. Minseok sat in that abandoned house alone the next day, waiting for any sign of Chanyeol, but left when it got too dark. There was nothing he could do and he didn't know where to look, so he returned home and cried himself to sleep, worried if something had happened to his bubbly friend.

But he didn't cry. Minseok was trained to not show extreme weakness, though his heart strings were pulled and knotted by the hands of the current situation. The one he fought to get to the top for, hoping he had the same mindset, didn't know him. Minseok tangled his fingers in his hair, knees shaking and body quivering. Something, anything..

"Baozi? Don't you remember that? It's my nickname you gave me! My.. My cheeks.." Minseok winced, realizing that during training he'd lost weight and his cheeks weren't as 'fluffy', according to how Chanyeol used to describe them, and he groaned. "You always said I looked like a baozi, remember? Anything..?" Minseok was growing desperate, but if he had to, he'd befriend Chanyeol all over again. He'd do what he had to to get his best friend back, because Chanyeol was someone Minseok never wanted to lose.

But he was currently losing this war.

(It's omg..)

Channie: Unlike Minseok, who seemed to sit down and make himself rather at home, Chanyeol merely placed his arms across the back of the chair in front of him and leant down, distributing his weight across the Manchester as he stated blankly at the head, eyes empty, mouth scorning.

He wasn't really listening to be honest, just taking in the major points of information before tuning out. He didn't really care, he wasn't even interested. He just wanted a nap and a cup of coffee, but it seemed he wouldn't be getting one of those alone for awhile and he had to withhold a groan.

Sharing a room made everything so much more difficult. He couldn't wake up to trembling nightmares anymore, he couldn't cry himself to sleep at night. He couldn't cut himself, bash his fists against walls, pull apart his computer again and again. He was beyond annoyed, his whole lifestyle was going to change and all for a short, hardheaded male whose name rung death bells in his head.

Peachy.

His fingers met his hair as the boss came to a halt, his lips clamping shut with an almost smirk playing across them lightly. Chanyeol was still blank. He was always blank. He had no life left in him, only the power to take it. He mumbled an "Understood" as the the head male's gaze met his, the syllables short and to the point. He never required any more.

Three days was plenty, and a rather nice reward in his opinion. Three days to attempt some sleep, play another five hundred rounds of minesweeper and sharpen up a bit. Because a gangly teenager with choppy hair and sickly skin was not someone you sent on missions. He would look too out of place, and would be discovered straight up......Chanyeol was aware he had a vision to change. Although he was having somewhat a bit of trouble deciding how to go about it.

He listened some more, the majority of his concentration remaining on the future days ahead before he was finally dismissed and he bowed respectively. Retreating once again to the elevator with never a glance back.... That was just a show of weakness. It was going to be an awkward ride down he feared, stuck in an elevator with an elaborate, gun expert. But the air that seemed to fill the metal space wasn't awkward, just cold and deathly; reflecting off Chanyeol's new personality. It was a long way down, and as anyone would have expected it was because they were a long way up but as the seconds ticked by and the familiar sickening elevator feeling dripped into Chanyeol's stomach he only grew more agitated. He made the harsh decision to fill the air with his rapidly deep voice; to use the sound that was so often dismissed, leaving it with a weird dappled sound.

It took everything he had to slam not Minseok into a wall and demand it.....his voice still wasn't anything but inviting though, and his gaze stayed straight.

"My name. You know it. No one knows my name, and of all people; you shouldn't. We have never met before now, as far as I can recall. How do you know?"

There was nothing Minseok could have hacked, even if he knew how. No one he could have asked, nothing he could have done to recover his identity; and Chanyeol was baffled to the point of rage about the others knowledge. Minseok name was rumoured, Chanyeol's reputation was. It didn't make any sense....

Chanyeol couldn't remember ever meeting this boy before hand. And if he tried to look back further than his time at this facility, all he got were screams and illegal highs....a stinging through the major vein in his arm, and he began to rub it subconsciously, the elevator doors sweeping open.

He quickly stepped out, striding ahead before he realised they were being taken to a new room... He began to fidget. Chanyeol didn't like change in routine, not anymore; and this was shooting him through the roof. A new room, a new presence, none of his former illegally gathered items and his laptop re-wired. He didn't like it. No blades, no stash of computer chips, and his minesweeper games had been reset to one.

It didn't really get much worse in his opinion, and he growled in annoyance.

( I DIDN'T TYPE MUCH I SWEAR
I had about half to three quarters done already....
So I finished it really ily and posted..,
It's probably short OTL

I doubt they will be much more before saturday though bby.
Maybe nameless....cause it's not as long >.<

LernTuSpeel: Chanyeol. Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol.

Minseok's heart pounded; this was his best friend. The one he sent detectives after, cried for, begged his parents to take in, accelerated to the top for. He was right here, in the flesh and as tall as ever (but Minseok was always the short one of the two). He was shocked and relieved at the same time. Relieved because he was still alive and shocked that he, too, was here. At the top. They were going to be partners!

But something was off. The way Chanyeol looked at him, /glared/ at him, pretty much hurt Minseok. What? Did he do something wrong already? Was Chanyeol mad at him? Minseok had gave it his all to find his friend after the day he didn't show up at their rendezvous point. He'd search high and low, returned to that dilapidated abandoned house that was threatening to collapse at any minute every day. But Chanyeol never showed up. No notice; nothing.

Vanished, and each detective made up a new story just to get the bundled cash Minseok had offered. He just wanted to find his friend, his happy virus, but they didn't care. Just drooled over the thought of easy money. Minseok never let the thought of his best friend being dead linger in his mind.

Minseok sat down in the plush chair with a soft frown, the owner of the facility watching them with a stone face. Observing them. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, prisming his fingers and crossing his legs over the other before he began to speak, suave voice full of authority.

"Chanyeol, Minseok.. As you two may see, and have probably heard, I've decided to put you both together into a team. Just the two of you; no one else. Minseok's stealthy and quick with shooting skills, Chanyeol is strong and has the natural ability to hack into computers, take them apart and reassemble them in record breaking time," The man sat up and leaned forward with a raised eyebrow.

"You two compliment each other where one is weaker. Minseok can pick off enemies with a sniper rifle, Chanyeol can break faces without trying. You two are, hm, probably the key to success, but you must work together. I assume introductions aren't needed." He began to pile paper up on the side with a small sigh, eyes flicking over the ink.

"You will be roomed together, and if you fight, we won't hesitate to restrain you, but you /will/ work together. I'll give you three days to yourselves. After that, be crisp and ready for team training and missions. Any questions?" He looked between both Chanyeol and Minseok, grinning slightly with a raised corner of his lip. Minseok said nothing, processing everything he was just told. He was at the top with Chanyeol; he should have been happy their childhood promise came true, but..

Minseok looked beside him. There was this cold aura emanating from the man and it worried him. What had Chanyeol become? What happened? He was usually smiling and laughing with his deep voice, but.. This Chanyeol seemed to have a permanent scowl on his face. Minseok looked away and at his boss. He shook his head. The man turned to eye Chanyeol this time as Minseok chewed his lip, digging in the depths of his mind for a way he could possibly mine himself past the new thick exterior Chanyeol had, but he knew it wouldn't be easy.

But he was willing to give it all to get his friend back.

Channie: He could shoot too, although not so amazingly. Sure he could hit the target but it took him a moment to aim and to settle it. Unlike a lot of others in his shooting class. He was much better with a knife and his bare hands, for that was the second area they had found Chanyeol also excelled in.

With a height well over six foot and over sized hands a feet, Chanyeol was still so skinny that no one expected him to be able to pack a punch. But when they started replenishing his nutrient supply and clearing his blood stream; most were surprised by just how much he beefed up. The clumsiness sure took some wor, but Chanyeol had a raw strength off the scale. He didn't have to train to pick up he weights his bodybuilding classmate did and he refused to do much more than basic strengthing in a fear of just how far he could go.

Chanyeol excelled above all the rest, and soon much to the jealousy of othesr; he was at the top. Literally.
The very highest floor of the whole facility, levels and levels of highsecurity passages that would have taken even Chanyeol a little while to crack. He was flying, in an elevator that made his stomach feel sick until he was in the bosses office, waiting for his new "partner" as the rumours had been said; to arrive. Chanyeol knew who he was, in fact he would be surprised if any of the students didn't. Kim Minseok's name was just something you knew; especially if you do a lot of shooting. Chanyeol himself was more off the radar, since he did a lot of solo training and liked to sit programming in his room, alone.

He was surprised when a voice called his name, especially since very few knew it and swiftly his head turned until he was frowning at the smaller male, sizing him up in a deathly glare of chalky skin and dark hair. After a momentary twitch of his lip he turned back again, silent.

He could quiz the other on that later.

(2/2)

Channie: ( I hate this reply so much...it might take me a few posts to settle into this character bby. )

Screaming, crying. Needes, fluid and a scary blackness. It was all amiss in the chocolate of Chanyeol's glazed eyes. He was mentall blank especially when the liquids side effects began to kick in. A sigh of relief past parched lips and slowly a chalkiness began to grow over the expanse of skin that was the boy, until he was a tremling mess, drunken giggled echoing throughout the room. His eyes unfocused, his hands trembles but still he was riding the biggest high he had ever encountered.
This level of dosage could kill him and Chanyeol knew it. He had annoyingly high tolerance he'd had discovered. But neither of these facts had stopped him from plunging illegal drugs deep into th vein of his arm. The thought had made him sick when he had first started, but as it moved along he grew dependant. Addicted.
The things he would do to feel again. To have his slate wiped clean and for the eerie tingly sensation fill his bones once again.
It made his brain numb, his heart empty and mostly.
It made everything /disappear./
--
Chanyeol woke to the same dream every morning, the ghost of old overdoses and it always left him stark upright and trembling, his hands shaking and his forehead sweating. Some days it would leave him searching every corner of his room, for a drop he knew just wouldn't there. Somedays he would collapse next to his wardrobe and cry, stomach unsettled and pasty limbs desperae for just one more jab.
It was hard when he was just starting out, but eventually Chanyeol got stronger. Smarter and less dependant. But it still didn't shake the early morning crazes away and no matter what he did they always remained. It was a part of him now, the drugs...and it wasn't just something he could throw away. It was his mind wipe, his sweetener. It was all his memory had left and he relished in it. Hoping that maybe one day, he could get hold of some more.

There was only one more thing that Chanyeol held. and it wasn't even that detailed. A flash of a face, a figure sometimes silhoueting itself as he turned a corner, haunting him. He never considered it though, he never pursued it, Just pushed it way and blocked it out. It was from his past. He wasn't happy there. He didn't want to know. And in fact Chanyeol didnt remember much of that either.

Screaming. Crying. Fluid and a scary blackness.
Torture.

There was nothing hair that he needed. Especially not when he had a focus now. Work...
Chanyeol could remember his first day of training well. They sat him in a metal classroom, the same old standard clothes hiding his thin form, limbs scared and pale from years of various abuse. He could remember hiding in his hood and glaring at the teacher across the way.
It was then they handed him a laptop and suddenly Chanyeol's interest grew. It was edited somehow though and with a frown, Chanyeol clicked desperatley around to try and reveal something else that would open. But all it would do was create a new text file and save it in a list on the side.

Well that was no fun.

Chanyeol had the computer pulled apart in minutes, every piece layed neatly out across his desk as he worked on the inside electronics. They teacher had asked him what he was doing at one point, and he had merely replied with "it's broken, but don't worry I can fix it". He fiddled for a moment before inserting a chip backwards and ressembling everything with his bare hands. He smirked when he got it working like a normal thinkpad and silently, played minesweeper up the back.

It was from then on that everyone noticed Chanyeol just had a way with tech.

It was something no one had expected really, considering that he had been reccruited from his gang experience and stree knowledge. As well as drug expertise. The last thing they had expected was this.
They could place him in a room of junk, and he could make a car.
Hand him a laptop and he could find all the files from the president of America.
All in about two sentences of explanation.

(1/2)

LernTuSpeel: He became distant and ignored his other friends; they weren't important. He tried hiring private detectives, but they took advantage of his young age and just scammed him. The third one earned a bullet right between the eyes by Minseok himself, days before his fifteenth birthday, two years after his frien had gone missing, an eternity since his heart broke. A recruiter happened to see the scene. The woman held the thick envelope of money in her hand with a sinister smile.

"Your little friend is dead, grave post in the nearby cemetery indicate he's been dead for three years." That's where she ed up and she only realized it when Minseok pulled the hammer of his desert eagle, bullet slamming into her head a second later.

Minseok had never used a gun in his life, but he was a born sureshot. Tiny and petite, Minseok was given the silent test by the recruiter, authorized by his boss. They spied on him for two days, evaluating him, and then drugged him in his sleep when the clock struck 12 on March 26th.

Minseok woke up in a replica of his room with a cake on his bedside and a box of clothes. He didn't cry. He wasn't sad. He didn't eat the cake, just curled up into a ball and cried himself to sleep. He'd heard about this place, this center, this massive facility. He was going to be trained as a super soldier, a special force agent trained to kill without hesitation. He and his friend always talked about wanting to join the ranks, to soar to the top together, but here Minseok was alone, without his happy friend.

He vowed to get to the top for his sake.

Five years later, Minseok's a triple S-rank agent. His shooting skills top the charts. He's agile, flexible, silent, undetectable even with high sensitivity androids scanning for him. He's the envy of the center, one of the boss' favorite. One. There's another, and there's also a rumor the boss will pair both favorites up to form a special duo he believes will be the key to the success of the organization.

The thought makes Minseok sick, but today seems to be the day as he's leave to the chamber where the boss resides. High above ground, accessible only with a special elevator that requires several clearances, Minseok's flying in the air. His heart races as the elevator stops, heavy and thick metal doors opening silently into a room. There's the boss, a young man no older than 28, and another. Minseok's heart drops as he steps into the room and bows. He looks to his side, at the second favorite, and nearly blacks out.

"..Chanyeol?"

(2/2)

LernTuSpeel: Minseok cocked his gun, aimed, and fired in rapid succession. The target dummy 50 meters away had a single bullet hole in the heart of the red core. Minseok kicks away the shell casings by his foot and blows on the smoking barrel of his shotgun, tossing it away in favour of an AR-15. Minseok loads and it single handedly, his instructor fussing over that, and fires. It's another core shot and he snaps for another dummy.

"Minseok." A man calls, clad in a black suit with matching glasses. He has an equally dark phone in his hand by his right ear. His lips are pulled into a thin line, showcasing his patience on his face. Minseok tilts his head in acknowledgment before he tosses the AR to the ground. He picks up a pistol and the instructor yells again, but Minseok shuts him up by aiming blindly at him and pulling the trigger. The bullet misses his head by a hair's breadth and Minseok can hear his heart beat rapidly in his ear, the thump pulling his lips into a smile.

"Minseok!" Minseok sighs and turns around to lean against his station, folding his arms over his small chest after removing his safety glasses. Again, he tilts his head, but pairs it with a snarky smile right after it, still not saying a word.

The facility is massive, covering over 2500 acres above ground while being immeasurable below. It's protected by a bomb and nuclear proof shield and completely hidden off radar. The occupants themselves are unaware where in the world they're located, as everyone is drugged once passing the test and find themselves in their designated room with a box of clothes once they awaken.

Minseok's been here for five years, since he was fifteen, and has been unable to memorize any faces. Friends are not meant to be made here, you'll never know if you'll be able to see them for long. Once Minseok learned this lesson, he became quiet and stayed focus on the important objective at hand; his training. He'd lost someone important to him years ago, and it's the only face he remembers, a face imprinted in his mind, heart and soul.

He wonders if he's still alive every day. Wonders how long he's been able to survive alone. Minseok hates his parents, the two rejecting him each time he begged on his friend's behalf to let him stay with them. They didn't like the fact Minseok was friends with such a low class 'urchin'. A 'leech', they called him, and this only angered their son. Soon after being thrown out, Minseok lost contact with his friend and cried his heart out.

(1/2)