・the church 。

{note two}

maybe i’m not as dead as i perceive myself to be. i laughed for the first since i entered the prison. how could i not when his laughter was so genuine. while it feels like most souls have been swallowed by the ever-looming shadows or drowned in the putrid puddles, there is still life in him—maybe too much life at times. it could be due to the fact that he’s new, but i hope he remains this way, lord.

i hope all is well. please make things well.

according to the boy with flames rippling under his flesh, something mysterious drifts through the darkness. stolen items and burned hair in the shower drains. a while ago, a guard was killed and we never heard of how she passed. maybe someone was burning the remnants of her hair. i’m most suspicious of those two lunatics, but it isn’t my place to pass judgment. the boy with hands kissed by hell, [there is ink here as if something has been crossed out] shiranui, seems fearful and i wonder if he will tell the truth about what he saw. i wonder why he is so fearful, maybe the thought of fire torments him after that happened to him in his youth. bless him as well, lord. give him peace.

forgive me, father, for being a hypocrite as well. i told him to tell the truth when i haven’t been able to do what i requested of him.
i, myself, have witnessed something in the showers as i washed the bloody welts on my back. i’m not sure if it’s my own mind that tortures me, but i’m in no place to speak of it as my own blood has now mingled with the ichor that i found.

i hope you forgive me, lord, for hiding this truth. however, i can’t confess without revealing a shameful part of me. i can’t confess without them thinking that it was my doing. please, forgive me for this wrongdoing. please.

{note two}

he clutched the bible, the bearer of his thoughts hidden within, to himself; he tucked the book safely under his chin. his breath wavered as he brought his knees to his chest, shivering under the chilly draft that swept over the pews as he continued his shallow rest.

[the roll number for this note is three. you can also find kiji sleeping in the pews and we can rp that as well. if find the note, you may not be the one to find him in the pews. thank you.]

the crickets welcome his approach to the church, his pace rushed as it is most nights when he experiences the cold tendrils of guilt raking his crepid fingers through his heart, the images of the nightmare still plastered against his eyelids. the church doors subtly swing to a close as the sounds of the natural world are unable to penetrate his thoughts. he thus bows stiffly to the cross alongside his chosen pew, nearly able to recall the echoes of his brother and himself boyishly giggling, nudging each other as their adoptive father would have his head bowed, hands clasped in prayer for far too long for the young boys to tolerate. as he sank into the pew, the old wood groaning in protest, he could nearly feel the warm emanating from the forms of his sworn brother and best friend, sandwiched between him and their adoptive father as he would sit betwixt them.

he sighed upon the pleasure of the sweet memory, the indulgence of releasing his secrets within the chapels of the church steadily convincing him to speak, yet the moment his lids fall closed, he remembers how at communion, kneeling beside his father, the sleeve of his suit slipped a centimeter enough to expose the ties to the yakuza, from which the clergy swiftly respond to sharp whispers and impertanent, sharp gazes at the three. suddenly, he was alone, the environment pitch black except for a sliver of light emanating the chime of a certain female’s laugh. he chases after it, yet the light flickers away each time he steps closer, her laugh briskly changing to a scream, begging him to have mercy.

his eyes flutter open, a migraine splitting through his conscience. a beaten, worn bible catches his weary eye, the pad of his digits swiping over the cover before he decides to lift it. he cracks the book open, gazing forlornly at the words left unspoken on the streets, therefore their meanings were left unknown to him.

as his thumb causes the pages to flutter beneath the sole digit, a paper unlike the others catches his attention. he plucks the white note from the pages burnt with age, the pits of his eyes tracing over every word, pronouncing each word a few times until he recognizes it, then continues—a sense of pride brewing within his thoughts once he finally reaches the end of the letter just as sunbeams are peeking through the stained glass. “is this my gift from god?” he questions, his gaze beseeching the answer from the chipped statue of jesus as dust dances within the portions of sunbeams signifying daybreak. “my first chance at a life—finally. this note must be her soul.” he concludes, stuffing the note inside the bible once again before he rises, returning to his cell with the bible never once leaving his hand.

( ) this is garbage wow i’m sorry pls do not read this

( ) thank you. weeps beneath my covers.

[] feel better, love

[] damn. well done. you found the first
records:
note one: minseok

( ) hOLY FIRST TRY MOTHERER
i’ll write something once my stomach stops hurting asdfhjkl me

* rolls dice * gets a 2

he silently seated himself in the creaky pews. jisung stared forward at the decrepit idol of their lord. while his mind had been swirling with a flurry of unspoken thoughts, they immediately evaporated from his mind as he parted his lips. without words, the only sound that emerged from his lips was that of his wavering breathe. he his parched labial--lapping up the new sanguine pool that had settled in the central groove--before slumping back against the wooden seat, dejected. taking a deep inhale, he pulled out the black pen joohyun had given him from his pocket; he had forgotten to return it to the female. he turned the black writing instrument over in his hands before lifting his head to see the tattered black bible standing in the holder crafted into the pew in front of him. setting the pen beside him on the torn upholstery, jisung lifted the holy book into his hands and opened it to a random page.

he ran a calloused finger over the worn words. as the male’s eyes scanned over the faint letters printed into the thin parchment, he was struck with an idea. jisung patted his body down for some napkins that he had tucked away in his jumpsuit. he smoothed out the paper towel against the page before lifting up the pen.

{note one}

dear lord,

i suppose i haven’t ever been one to properly express my words verbally. please forgive me for how long it’s been since i’ve spoke to you.

i suppose prison is what i expected, but it's difficult, lord. the daily tension and discord that erupts into arguments when everyone gathers in the yard. along with the perpetual stress of the guards. however, even as i'm surrounded by the commotion, i live in desolation. i haven’t even been here that long. this silence, lord, weighs heavily upon my shoulders. this quietus is soul-crushing.

as i stare at the point where the gray gravel fields meet the cerulean skies, i feel the weight of these 345,600 seconds on my back. with each passing moment, i notice how the grass blades shift and how much the clouds move. with each passing moment, i lose myself to the monotony.

i’ve already lost my name. i wonder what else i’ll lose to the rusted rungs, damp floors, and concrete walls.

i yearn to be called kiji again, lord.

{note one}

he tucked the napkin away into the crease of the bible and returned the book to its place in the pew. afterward, he walked up the aisle to the chipped statue and knelt down for a quick prayer before returning to his cell.


[please don’t reply to this thread. however, you may find the note that he hid. the roll number for note one is two. the first person to roll a two finds this note. you may only roll once a day. unless you are the pastor, if you have found a note you must wait for someone else to find the second and then you can try for the third again. ex-if you find note six, you can’t roll for note seven, but you can try for eight after seven if found. all notes will be found in the church in different bibles, unless stated otherwise. if you find one, tag me with the note number so i can keep track.

also remember the only information you have if the information in the note so if you can somehow connect it to jisung because he’s spoken to you about the content in the note, go ahead. other than than, that be creative with it. it could be lost letters from a million years ago, a ghost, your character could think that they are crazy and only they see the notes. it’s up to you. just please don’t connect it to jisung until you have concrete evidence.

also i think this can be assumed, but only the person who finds the note knows the information unless they decide to share it with you.

thank you for playing this game with me. i don’t know what will happen, but let’s see where this goes.]