✧ the city

@Baekhyun This fight was surely going to go on for longer then expected as the gang members started to pick up whatever was around them. One picked up a brick, Jungkook scoffed "A bunch of cowards I see." Jungkook was about to fight off the rest before a gunshot went off, he turned around to see the pale figure staggering about with the gun in hand. Instantly he kicked the gun out of his hand and watched as he fell to the floor. Jungkook glanced at the gun which had landed under a trash can, he walked over to it and picked it up placing it next to the detective. If he had held onto it longer another gunshot would have fired, he could see the make trembling and out of breath from what happened.

"aish, forget about me. This is nothing, it's you who should be worried! Why did you take their hits?! Things could have ended up badly if I didn't show up.." Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples making sure not to touch the hit area? The man in front of him was clearly more hurt than a little knock to the head, he looked at him and could see how he struggled for breath. A hospital would be the best place to go but it was to far for a walking distance, Jungkook lifted up the smaller male and draped him over his shoulder. "We'll go to my company building, I'll ask for the nurses there." He said, making his way out of the alleyway and towards said location. This detective was much more lighter than he expected, his body seemed to be in a much more fragile condition.

Shortly after they arrived at the building, he went into the elevator to be greeted by many employees around him. "4th floor." He stated in a serious tone, as people looked at them covered in blood. Ignoring everything they said, he walked out onto the 4th floor greeting the nurse and placing in on a bed in an enclosed room.

@Baekhyun (part 2. sorry its so boring and longg. i normally dont write this long but i ended up fitting her life into it... ahhh)

Around the end of senior year, her parents called her into the company to hold a meeting with her about her life after college. Initially, according to her life plan, she was to go abroad to finish her studies before coming back to Korea to devote her all to the company. However, her father felt that he wanted her in the game as soon as possible and that these experiences would enhance her learning later. He wanted her to start working from the day after she graduated. Instead, they would allow her to move into her own place. Though there was some disappointment of not studying abroad, Tiffany still felt like her life took a huge step forward as parts of her dreams came true. As being independent was something she sought after for so long, Tiffany ventured out to try everything she wanted to and more that she never even knew existed. She met new and a wide variety of people, she tried foods that was made in restaurants that had chefs who wasn't nationally acclaimed and she bought something from a store that sold products that were under $40 . Still, she never forgot that everyone was really examining and evaluating her every move. Her parents still probably had people following her around, reporting everything back. Therefore, the wildness of living out of her parents house didn't give her complete satisfaction. Not when she still knew that she wasn't being allowed to explore everything fully. Becoming depressed that her lifelong dreams weren't as glorious as she imagined them to be, Tiffany started coming up with cleverly formed plans to ditch the public's eyes and embrace who she truly was. Once she really started examining the possibilities, she found that there definitely were ways she could truly escape the public's eyes. Couple of months later, Tiffany had a well formed courses of events that she took to truly explore her freedom. She knew that life always brought unexpected flaws, but at least for now, she knew she'd be safe. Or so she thought.

The day was particularly dreary for her. Her parents had started really pushing her to meet and start developing intimate relationships with sons of influential people that would help boost their company exponentially. Being forced to fake her feelings was something that she always hated and found herself getting the most stressed out from. After another day of both parties faking their interest in one another, Tiffany rushed home to get ready for her night out. Not her usual ones, but the ones that she lived incognito for the night. Once she reached those dark, filthy streets that reeked of alcohol and other unspeakable things, she felt herself relax. To those who weren't familiar with the place could view it and everyone in it as a waste of space and air. But to Tiffany, it was more beautiful than any world-class buildings. It was one of the few places she could really be herself. People here were too far from the news reports and no one here ever cared enough for heirs to business conglomerates. Here, people just see your personality, actions and physical appearances. The whole night ended up as a blur to Tiffany as she dulled her thoughts with alcohol and filled her senses with people equally drunk or drugged. Pieces of her already revealing clothings came off, exposing her skin to people which heightened her excitement even more. She danced, drank, swapped saliva and laughed. The freedom, the impromptu actions and the wildness exhilarated her.

When the night was over, Tiffany found that she couldn't find her jacket anywhere. She had on a off the shoulder crop top with a tight skirt that hugged her hips. This could risk herself from being more noticed but it was almost 4 in the morning and the city wasn't awake yet. She arrived at her home safely and erased any evidence of the events that had occurred. Just when she fell asleep, she was awaken by her phone blaring out. She was shaken from her groggy state when she saw that he phone was ringing non stop with shocking text messaged from her parents. Opening the first one, Tiffany felt the world freeze completely in her shock of seeing a photo of a skimply dressed girl dancing; it was of her own self from just couple of hours ago.

@Baekhyun "You are Tiffany Hwang, heir to the Hwang's buiseness conglomerate. Work to live up to that title every nanosecond of the day." This line has been engraved into Tiffany's mind since the day she was old enough to talk. Her parents seemed to remind her of this constantly, as if she didn't know it by heart already. Simply put, Tiffany was a chaebol, groomed to later take control of the global enterprises. People view this kind of life as if the people has absolute control over every aspect of their lives. As if. If anything, it was a life with almost little to no control. For as long as she could remember, there wasn't a single thing she was able to choose. Not her meals, not her friends, not her schedule and especially not her love life. When she was younger, she'd feel as if it was Chirstmas when her parents would sometimes allow her to choose her meals, everything fit to her taste from the appetizer to desserts. Of course it was still from a limited choice of dishes, but even that was a big deal for her. Once she got older, however, and was able to prove to her parents that she had a fine taste of fashion, they allowed her to start buying clothes and accessories that she wanted. That was the big upgrade of her life but other than that, her freedom was still mostly stripped away from her. That didn't mean that her quality of life was poor. She knew the goods and opportunities that her elite life brought her and she was never short on high quality products. But these materialistic aspects of life start to diminish in importance once you have no freedom of anything. No freedom of speech, no freedom of actions and no freedom of thoughts. Tiffany knew of people in similar privileged lives as hers and she knew the inappropriate ways they exploited their power and wealth, doing unspeakable things, then covering it all up with their money and ending up ruining some innocent lives of the less fortunates. No matter how suffocated she felt, Tiffany never felt the desire to go that far.

Tiffany never gave up on that hope that someday, she would become free. She dreamed of living in her own apartment, completing tasks that she chose to work on and surrounded by people she truly loved. She worked to prove herself to her parents that she could meet their expectations every chance she could. She went to schools that her parents told her to go to. She studied and aced the subjects they wanted her to know. She spent time to build relationships with people her parents thought were worthy enough to have Tiffany sacrifice her time with. And then she graduated from college.

@Sehun She was murdered cold-blooded on her wedding night as she was putting her shoes on, trying to look more beautiful than ever, trying to be perfect for him. The wedding night ended up being a funeral as she was caught and stabbed twenty times all over her body. Her bloody corpse was left on the aisle for everyone’s desperation. The wedding soon turning into a horror place, everyone started to cry, children and elder fear and her fiancée almost ended his life seeing his soon-to-be wife dead on the aisle. It was that type of case that had no track, no possible murderers, but an actual suspect. Baekhyun was used to work on such cases and it was one of those cases that usually took him a lot to solve. He has to look through everything more than twice, inspect everything and make the best of it.

Once arrived at the crime scene, Baekhyun inspected the surroundings, heard people crying and screaming and tried to understand what they wanted to communicate. Soon enough, he was left with just few people and he continued to inspect the body. Every tiny detail was memorized and he tried his best to find a track to the murderer. A little later, his attention went towards a tall, blonde boy that was looking at the body as careful as he was and Baekhyun did not understand why. Approaching him, a little curious and maybe a little angered, he asked in a rather soft voice. “What are you doing, mister? It will pain you if you look at her for too much”, he said in a polite way, thinking that maybe he is just a shocked relative of the girl. He could not just assume he is someone that tries to steal his case, that would have been impossible.

However, Baekhyun took his time – one minute maybe, to observe the boy’s features in detail. He was indeed very attractive and Baekhyun almost gulped as he saw him, it really his heart. His fair skin, sharp jawline, beautiful hair, great body and curves and wonderful hands, everything, he was perfect. And Baekhyun would never admit that he was perfect, not in a million years, he will not say that to a man. Even if for him, he is pretty sure what his liking is, he will still not say anymore because the boy was more made for women than men. And Baekhyun already observed how the women left around were staring at him, were squealing quietly and admiring his hot body and mysterious presence. Maybe Baekhyun did not squeal, but he was really pleased to check the boy out in few minutes and engrave him in his brain.

@Jungkook Baekhyun felt dizzy from the impact and he could hardly come back to his senses and actually think straight, it was just too much for him. He heard someone’s voice and managed to open his eyes and see the boy he was actually looking for. His eyes went wide open as he was hit and he could not help but gasp at the image, seeing the boy turn away right after. How was he not affected? Baekhyun saw the blood dripping down his forehead and he knew sooner or later the boy will faint, so he has to do something as soon as possible. Moving slowly he managed to reach in his pocket and pull out his gun. It was not something he wanted, he did not want to reach at this, he did not want to pull the gun out. But for sure he will not shot any of them, just scare them away.

Slowly Baekhyun got up from the floor and managed to approach Jungkook enough to eye the other boys. He pointed the gun at them, holding the trigger and feeling even dizzier than before. “Leave, or I will shoot”, Baekhyun said in a low and scary tone, looking at the boys’ reaction. They did not seem to affected, maybe not believing Baekhyun’s intentions. They tried to approach again, but right then, Baekhyun lifted the gun towards the sky and pulled the trigger. A gunshot was heard and the boys looked terrified and left right after, without a second thought. Baekhyun almost fell to the ground, but looked towards Jungkook and could not help but get worried. “You’re hurt. Sit down or you will get dizzy and faint. Do it now”, he said and looked at him, then closed his eyes and tried to find his breath that seemed to be lost now.

@Baekhyun Things weren't meant to turn out this way, gunshots filled the air. All Jungkook done was walk down the street to go and greet is new friend that came from the airport. Glancing into the alleyway he saw a group of men shooting at what seemed to be an innocent civilian. And as if this day could get any worse, there Jungkook was...sitting one on one with a detective at the station. He stayed silent during the whole thing and played games on his phone the entire time, shortly after he was dismissed from this place. Jungkook walked down the alleyway in hopes of finding those men, just a quick chat and off he was, back to the company building. Someone was following him the entire day and he was aware of it, and who exactly was this person? The detective in the station. His purposes were unclear but Jungkook's could feel something bad coming on.

Jogging back to the alleyway as fast as he could, he spotted the gang members all crowded in a circle. Jungkook pushed them out the way and knelt down to the baldy beaten and bruised man on the floor. He smiled extending his hand "Are you oka-" Soon being cut off from the impact of a metal bat to the head. Blood dripped down from his forehead to his cheek. "aish, I guess violence really is the way with you guys." Jungkook stood up and kicked the metal bat out of the gang members hand. "7 to 1, how unfair is that?" Using force in his legs he side sweeped two of the members which made them lose their footing, he then threw a hard punch in the sides of their stomachs. Jungkook stood in front of the rest, grinning from ear to ear. Two are already knocked down, how hard could the rest be?

@Suho Five year passed since Baekhyun’s aunt was murdered in a cruel manner and five years since the murderer is behind the bars in the most secured jail in South Korea. It was an incident Baekhyun could hardly forget, he could never forget it. This and his parent’s murder from when he was so small. Once in a while, Baekhyun would go through his aunt’s case and inspect the papers for no reason, he would just get nostalgic. He missed his aunt a lot, he missed her food and the way she took care of him, the way they spend the Sundays playing in the park. For some these things can seem meaningless but they had so much meaning to Baekhyun. Sometimes, he asks himself if he caught the right person, if he was good enough to catch the right person. He asks himself a bunch of questions, a bunch of ‘what ifs’. His uncle was still alive, but he was already old and luckily he did not have to live alone since Baekhyun took care to bring him at a good house for elder. He would often visit him, check on how he is doing and making sure he is not lonely – it was the last thing Baekhyun wanted, he did not want his uncle to feel lonely. However, Baekhyun tried to be careful so that certain enemies will not find out about his uncle, his only family, he could not bear with the thought of losing his only family.

Baekhyun does not consider himself mature and he will probably never feel mature. He is aware that no matter how much he grows up, he will still be a little child luring for some attention or some small games. And he felt it each time he would visit his uncle, each conversation with him was making him feel so young – which was not necessarily a bad thing. Baekhyun was happy like this, he was happy to feel like this but sometimes he misses the maturity he needs for some cases. Baekhyun did not have any close friends or any people around him that really cared for him besides his uncle and the lady that gives him money to keep up with his job – even if he now earns enough money to carry on alone. That lady was a blessing for Baekhyun and of course he always visited her and brought her small gifts. That lady saw him as her son and she really cherished Baekhyun for his talent and the way he was and Baekhyun could not thank her enough.

In this short period of working with several cases, one weirder than another, Baekhyun started to know himself, started to accept the way he was just as his uncle and the lady accepted him. He had a bunch of sensitive cases which truly affected him, even if he did not let the other’s see he was affected, he saw things that not everyone would dare watch and he heard things that would just bring a shiver down his spine. However, all these things were not directed towards him, he was not bound with them, he was just someone from the outside solving them. Never had he a case that had something to do with him or was somehow bound with him. And it was not something he wished for, actually he feared the day that one case will be closer to him than he wishes.

On this warm day of July, he was in his office, trying to look through some files that he did not had time to look through before. He was concentrated on them and he almost missed the knocking on his door. However, the second warning knock brought him back to the real world and he could react and actually answer. “Come in”, he said in his normal tone, looking straight at the door. His hand was on one gun that was hiding under his desk – for protection, because he never knew who could enter the door. He was always extra cautious because he knew his job was rather a dangerous one and any time he could die doing what he does.

@Jungkook One gun shot was enough to bring him down, it was enough to make his heart stop and make him fall down, hit the ground and crash. He was alone, so the murders thought, but he was not alone, nor was he guilty of that what they accused him of. He was a rich man, but a loyal man that fought for what he created, fought to get all that money and there was no reason of accusing him of thievery. However, jealousy is always among us, the pure hate for someone that has more than one could ever imagine, the jealousy that one has money, love and fame. That was certainly one reason why he was cold-blooded shot to death. But luckily, someone saw what happened, someone saw the people that ran away from the crime scene, someone knew how to find them, but that someone decided to shut up.

Baekhyun worked on several cases murder cases with eye-witnesses, but never had he worked on a case where the eye-witness refused to talk simply because he does not care. It was murder, how could one not care? How could one not want to help when he obviously can help? That was something Baekhyun could not understand, but he was willing to find out. Even if he has to turn into a stalker for a few days, he has to find out what is wrong with this witness and how he could possibly convince him to say everything he saw. Jeon Jungkook was his name, he was a young boy with no special story behind the walls he created around him, a boy that looked careless about whatever happens around him but a boy who Baekhyun was certain cared deep down inside his heart. And Baekhyun just need the perfect reason to make him open up, to make him start caring and talking about whatever he saw there. It was the only way to find out who the cold-blooded murders were and why they committed such a crime.

Following Jungkook around, not trying to stay in his way or bother him, Baekhyun tried to find out why exactly he refuses to talk and something that could convince him to help Baekhyun in this case. Soon enough Baekhyun learnt that the boy is befriended with a gang that was living in the nearby. He did not have enough time to do researches on who the boys actually were, but seeing Jungkook interact with them, Baekhyun considered them some sort of friends or some people that certainly know few stuff about Jungkook. He made searched for their meeting place and made everything possible to communicate them that he wants to talk to them, not mentioning about what and why. So, Baekhyun made his way towards the place and was happy to find the boys already there, obviously Jungkook was not there as he has no idea about this meeting. Baekhyun approached and looked at each of them, trying to guess what kind of people they are. Soon enough, he started to talk as that was the main reason of this meeting. “I learnt that you are familiar with a boy named Jeon Jungkook. I will need your cooperation to answer some questions about him”, Baekhyun started and looked at the boys who were now confused and kind of angry. Baekhyun did not understand why they reacted like that, but they were not happy to hear Jungkook’s name. All of sudden, taking Baekhyun completely off guard, they attacked. One of them grabbed his shirt and looked at him, his eyes filled of anger. “Who are you? Did he pay you?”, he asked and another one punched Baekhyun’s stomach, making Baekhyun gag and almost throw up. Another one used his leg to hit Baekhyun further and Baekhyun tried his best to fight back, but he was always sort of weak physical so it did not help him at all in such situations. Trying his best to stay right up, he was knocked down once again. Baekhyun could not explain to himself why they were like this and why they were beating him up for apparently no reason.

@Tiffany A cold breeze covered the empty streets of the city and a gruesome noise echoed along with the whistle of the wind through the half-closed windows of the night-bars, apartments and restaurants that were still opened for the lost tourists, busy people that worked all day or regular teenagers that liked to spend their time in such a place. No one would actually guess how scary it was to be alone on those streets in that horribly warm night of July, no one would actually expect two eyes watching them from behind the wall, following them in silence and finally ending up taking their last breath away as they try to scream loud enough to wake the sleeping city up. Those streets happened to be the perfect place for Miss Tiffany, the beautiful, young and rich girl whose presence was all over the media. Not only because of her importance in the society, but also because of her polite behavior and selected vocabulary had she become one of the influential celebrities around the city. A lot loved her, a lot admired her, a lot praised her, but at the same time a lot envied her, hated her and bashed her. However, how much can you hate someone, how less of a human being can you be to hunt someone like a pray, to drag someone down from the fame, to chase and reach in the last minute just to suffocate and take someone's last breath away? Ambition or insanity? It's the question Macbeth himself could have not answered, a question nobody dares to ask and nobody knows how to answer. And still, we are afraid that one day, that ambition or insanity will take control over our body and will lead us to things we can never imagine, to inhumane things, to things with no feelings, thought or essence.

It's an issue stalker X does not want to think about. Whether he is insane or not, it does not matter to him, it does not matter whether he kills or harms, whether he dies trying. For him, his reasons cover what he wants to do. And maybe he does not know how pathetic he is, how immoral and childish he behaves. Watching over the beautiful young lady, secretly wanting to have her next to him, following her in silence trying to discover something that will destroy her, something that will bring her down to him, something that will make her be his. He started his activity months ago, his intense following, but had no results to show, she was clear - as he thought. Either was she good at hiding horrible things about her or she was a saint. He knew everything about her, everything about the places she frequently visits, her whole schedule, every tiny detail of her body and activity. However, he will never know what's inside, what she thinks, what she knows and how she feels. Though, he felt relieved that after almost two months she finally stepped wrong, she did a mistake, she finally did the mistake he waited for to make her come down from her queen position. She made her way downtown to the bar she usually visited with some friends, a little more thoughtful today than in any other day – he would know; he knew she had something going on. Once inside the club, thinking that nobody would have followed her in such a place, she felt like being herself for the tonight and what more than just getting drunk and wasted in such a lonely place away from the media and from the people that believed she was a saint. After that she could no more think straight, she did not care anymore, and that was perfect for stalker X, because now he could observe her true nature. Dancing on the bar with a little less clothes on, her bra showing, her legs and her mind completely wasted – the perfect image to ruin her. With few snaps, he was able to capture the image and keep the pictures safe from the eyes of the nosy people around him. She drank – a lot, she danced – almost , she had fun – with everyone, every little drugged person, every drunk person, she kissed – boys and girls, no matter of their age or race. This destructive party was about to bring her a lot of trouble and he, stalker X, was the witness that was about to bring her down. After she left the club, swinging from left to right, he stopped following her back home as he was pleased with the things he saw and pictured. It did not take long and the article was up on the internet, the scandalous photos were all over showing her in the worst state possible. The comments did not stop appearing, people were mad, disappointed and some did not believe something like this was real. In this moment he wished he were next to her when she wakes up to see how desperation takes over, to see how destroyed she is. It was such a pleasure for him to imagine how much she will scream, cry and how she will not know what to do.

@Dongwoon [] my fingers just type iDK- IT JUST HAPPENS- and it's ok it'll get better-


"How much is it for one of everything of theirs that you have?" He asked her, relaxed in position. It took a moment--she was staring again. Why is she staring? She's been constantly staring, this is not normal. Definitely not something she'd normally do, this is entirely new. Yet again, she can't seem to stop. Maybe she's tired and just spacing out. Yeah, that definitely is it. Ceilidh shook her head again, and with her little mouth she went, "Huh?" and soon enough realized what the male had asked for. "Oh!" She yelped, and turned around to run out of the counter.

Jazz, jazz, jazz...She thought to herself as she ran through the aisles in the relatively large store, her eyes reading every single label above the shelves. She'd never been a fan of the way this place organizes itself. It's all messy. You thought everything would be arranged in the chronological order (that is should be), instead it's all random--but at least it never changes. That's why they don't hire new people often. You'd have to know the place to work there. That's why she thinks she's the best for her own job...so don't fire her. She knows the store like the back of her hands. If anything, she's been here since she was a little kid. Not that she isn't, still. Even if she'd already graduated, she knew, on the inside (and perhaps outside, too), she was still very youngin' and thuggin'.

"Jazz!" She exclaimed she she found what she had been looking for. It wasn't hard to find the said specific band. To be frank, they might be one of her favorites, too. As if having a photo memory, Ceilidh proceeded to pick out the rest of the albums that the band had released, other than the ones she already had placed down on the counter. "Hey, C," Ceilidh look up, only to find Lars standing right behind her with a hand on his hip, his eyes looking over at the counter.

"Ha?" She questioned.

"Who dat?"

"A customer; who do you think?" She said, rolling her eyes internal as she arranged the covers in her hands by order. "You flirtin' with a customer now?" He asked. Ceilidh stopped her hands and looked up at the bleached-haired, gauged ears-lookin' fine young man only two years older than her with a look--a familiar look--of disbelief on her face. "You're sick," she stated, and slipped herself away from the male who grinned back at her response.

Upon coming back to the counter, she proceeded to lay the rest of the vinyls on the counter with the rest of the other ones and positioned herself in front of the cashier. With her fingers pressing on the screen to find the price of all the albums combined, she was approached with a question, rather unexpected. "How old are you, miss?"

Ceilidh looked up. Did he really just ask how old she was? How rude. You never ask a lady how old she is no matter how young or old she may look. He looked like he was reaching his thirties, too. If anything, he might already be thirty. Meanwhile, she's barely twenty years old. Creep, Ceilidh thought to herself. With multiple feelings bottled up in her head, Ceilidh immediately went back to the screen on her fingertips and read the price. "Thirty-five dollars would be your grand total, but you buy all of them, I'll let you take it for twenty-five," she offered with a rather cold tone, the anxiety once presence in her voice now completely gone and replaced with sternness instead.

@Ceilidh [how do you respond so fast //responds in hour intervals]

Dongwoon looked behind him. Oh, was she staring because she had the record? That's a lot more relieving. He smiled, combing through his hair with the other hand hanging off his pocket. His posture was relaxed with his weight on the leg closest to her. He laughed softly at her words, how cute, she was still young. "How much is it for one of everything of theirs that you have?" He asked, counting each of the albums and estimating it himself. He probably didn't need to buy every single one of them but, you know, he wanted his options. She asked if he wanted anything else but he didn't really need anything.

But the girl looked a little anxious so he snuck in a little small talk, asking her, "How old are you, miss?" Okay that may have been are little awkward but if she just picked up on it, it'd all be fine. He looked at her, she seemed to be no older than 20, she was probably in high school still.

[too dead to respond with anything good sorry <//33]

@Dongwoon Why am I still looking? Ceilidh furrowed her eyebrows a little and coughed, shaking her head as she caught herself staring at the male who walked in. Jesus Christ, hasn't anybody ever told you that staring is rude? She scolded herself and went back to re-arranging the misplaced overs. However, something just kept on bugging her. It might be because he was one of the only two customers walking around in the store at that time, and she had nothing else better to do. Sometimes people are intriguing, you know? Without fighting the rest of her urges to stop staring, she finally looked up again, and this time they made eye contact. Her heart sank to its endless pit of darkness and social anxiety as she, in perfect sync with the male, turned away from the eye-contact and went back to the vinyls in her arms.

"Can someone who works here help me find the record to this cover?" The same male announced to the...store. Her co-worker...she shouldn't even call him a co-worker, he doesn't do . Lars. He wasn't behind the counter anymore, but rather, she'd spotted him standing right by the other customer in the store, /flirting/ with her. Ceilidh stared in disbelief for a brief moment before rolling her eyes and looking back down at the pile of records in her arms, trying to find a place to put it so that she could help the poor guy find his record--fortunately (not) enough, it was right in her hands!

. She thought to herself. She was expecting herself to tell him that she couldn't find it and that they didn't carry it in the store. Horrible employee. Horrible. Someone fire her. "I have it," Ceilidh responded to the customer and coughed the anxiety sound of before placing the other irrelevant records on a chair nearby and pulling out multiple ones by the same artist from the pile. She looked at it; an underground jazz band. She looked up, at the male standing not too far from her as she was walking towards him. What? He seemed like he'd be more into...indie punk rock bands like Modern Baseball or FIDLAR. Guess you can't judge a book by its cover. "And I also have more from those guys if you're interested. I've listened to them before, they're pretty cool. How long have to been listening to them? I only found out about them like two days ago, they're pretty cool. Wait, I already said that. In conclusion; good choice, sir."

Wow, that's a lot of word vomiting action going on there. Good job, C. Wonder why people think you're a lunatic! "Here," she continued, stepping behind the counter and laid out the records onto the surface, signaling with her eyes for the specific customer to step up to her. "Pick your poison. Anything else I could try to find for you today?"

@Ceilidh Dongwoon got off of work early. Usually he'd be stuck at work until the morning but today was more or less a rest day. Work consisted of pretending to do work and stealing office supplies. Well, he only borrowed a stapler to use at home forever. It was still light out and stores were still open so he strolled around. He remembered a record store being around here, his gosh darn hipster self picked up a record player a couple years back and he had only a few records that worked that he had listened to death. It was definitely time to pick up a new vinyl.

He walked in, looking around, then spotted one of his favorite records on sale. It was an underground jazz swing group no one had heard of, how amazing. Good job Dongwoon, you special snowflake. He looked around for staff and found a girl looking at him. She gave him a bad gut feeling so he avoided eye contact and and looked around for another staff member. He cleared his throat and announced in the opposite direction, "Can someone who works here help me find the record to this cover?"

@Dongwoon It's sunny outside. The perfect Summer day, for Ceilidh, at least. The sun's out and the sky's blue, but the wind is also blowing, making it hot enough for anyone to wear shorts, but chilly enough to put on a sweater. For some reason, she'd always liked the way this kind of weather would make her. All...nice and cozy, but at the same time exposed. Perhaps it's a psychological thing. Never mind, it doesn't matter. Psychology's for nerds either way.

The record store, like usual, isn't full of people. It's almost very quiet, but there are a few faces walking around, trying to find their perfect muse. And once they leave, another one would come in, and it almost seemed like they're cued to switch shifts every 10 to 15 minutes. People would come in the store for different reasons, too; whether it's to buy something specifically, to buy a gift, find something new to listen to, or sometimes they walk in the store just to listen to the music that she, or her co-worker, would turn on to add-on with the calming environment. Ceilidh had always found it fun to watch from behind the counter when she's doesn't have anything to do, but right about now, she's walking around the store. There are two people working in the store usually. Sometimes three, but usually two. And those two people would either work a 5-hour part-time shift, or a 12-hour full-time shift. Today, she was working the 12 hour shift, and she's got about another 3 hours left before she's released for the day. It's 4PM, but people are still walking around the city as if it was noon.

As her fingers flipped through covers after covers of the vinyl records, pulling out some that aren't in their rightful category or order every once in a while, the door ringed. Probably either a customer walking out or walking in, though somehow her eyes were triggered to look up at the male who just stepped in, face full of happiness and content and eyes screaming of a certain destination--or, at least, that's how she interpreted his expression.

# claimed. but also gonna start an rp here with puddin'.