• upper yin district

@☤ Sehun [Yin] At the mention of the name, all Zitao's faded memories became clear. The child's face in the back of his head connected with the one right in front of him, forming the face of the one boy he had been close with as a kid. Unconsciously a smile crept onto Zitao's lips and the muscles he has been tensing immediately relaxed. He remembered seeing Sehun a lot as a kid, but he realized then that the two hadn't seen each other in the longest time.

"Oh, yes!" He finally replied. "I remember you now, Sehun-ah. It's nice to see you again!" He was genuinely excited to see the younger male again after so long. His speech was rushed dud to the fact that he was working at the moment; he didn't want to get punished for "slacking on the job" so he tried to speak quickly. He hoped it didn't come off as not wanting to speak with the other.

@♞ Huang Zitao [Yin] .
His boots scruffs against the dirt, the barest of footprints left on the ground behind him as he halts to a stop. He was certain of it. Definitely certain that he knew the man in front because there was no way that he could forget those eyes. Sehun almost smiles, almost. Zitao was a lot taller now, much more defined in his facial structure and in posture. His attire is different, naturally he hadn't been in the Survey Corps as Sehun was.

"Well it's been a long time...I wouldn't hold it against you if you forgot me," he muses quietly, the corners of his lips curling up into a faint grin. He takes a few more steps forward before continuing on. "Oh Sehun, age nineteen and part of the Survey Corps. My goal had been to kill all the titans and I am finally living towards it. Do you remember me now Zitao?"

@☤ Sehun [Yin] "Zi...Zitao?" The familiar man in front of him spoke. "I'm not wrong am I?" He looked confused in Zitao's eyes, like he was reaching far into his brain for something he used to know but had since forgotten. Zitao's jar dropped a bit as he examined the man's face closer; now that he was right in front of him he realized he was indeed part of the bold survey corps. Zitao felt only slightly inferior to the other since he was not clad with the specialized 3D maneuvering device like the soldier was.

He struggled to find his voice, but eventually a small, high-pitched crack came from his mouth. "Y-yes. You're right." Zitao cleared his throat and swayed a bit, almost losing his balance. He hadn't stopped looking a the soldier's face for the past few minutes. There was something murmuring to him in the back of his mind that he knew this man; he could almost see his face in child form. "D-do I know you? Something tells me I do, but I'm not sure..."

@♞ Huang Zitao [Yin] .
He had always been the type to be alone, an outcast even from a group of outcasts themselves you can say. Sehun never had the best personality, of course how could he be carefree and happy when he had nothing left? However, he did befriend one or two people. The term 'friend' was used loosely but...he felt comfortable enough around them at least. It's been a while since he had last seen them though. After the promotion of proper ranks, Sehun never quite got to see them again.

So it is why he stares with wide eyes, his mouth gaping opening just a bit to see his row of teeth. He is still in a daze as he takes a few more steps forward, finding the male's facial features to be more prominent as he gets increasingly near. With cautious strides, Sehun ends up mere feet in front of who he knows to be a past companion. "Zi...Zitao? I'm not wrong am I?"

@☤ Sehun [Yin] The sounds around him were all but white noise; his mind was focused on everything except for the things around him. His pace was slow after having realized where he was, and his eyes wandered from left to right looking at all the things he used to so vividly remember. Zitao's hometown, the one place he lived the longest, seemed so unreal. It was real, yes, but he had the sensation of looking straight at everything but wondering if it really was there.

He couldn't seem to get the images of that day out of his head. The images of all the broken homes with bricks and thatched roofs detached from where they belonged. Images of his neighbors running from anything that moved, even each other. When in the presence of titans, all anyone can think of is to /run/. Zitao sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, standing still in the middle of the dirt road. When he opened them, he looked ahead to see the outline of what looked like a member of the survey corps, but he couldn't be too sure. He squinted against the sun and started to see the faint features of the person he now knew was a man. "No way..."

@♞ Huang Zitao [Yin] .
It's been four years, or four and a few months since he has left his 'home' for the military life. It's familiar and exactly like he remembers it, though remembering it would be the last thing he'd want. The memories that came with it weren't the happiest after all. Sehun looks around, his movements stiff behind the gear and the uniform but he has long been used to the material stretched over his pale skin. He sees some children running about, screaming of joy and waving around little wooden toys and he almost sees himself in them. Almost. Almost because he would be the one kid sitting at the side, wishing to join but having everyone ignore him.

He sighs.

There was no time to reminisce, no time for tears and pain. He raises his hand to his mouth, teeth sinking into his skin and breaking it ever so slightly so that beads of blood dripped out. Sehun breathes in heavily, eyes shutting close so a while before he finally opens them up again. "No time," he whispers before stalking forward again, eyes looking straight and bleeding hand firmly at his side. He reaches a path straying away from the crowd, letting his boots shuffles against the dirt pavement. And immediately, another figure appears in his view leaving him squinting against the sun and of looking afar. "Is that...?"

@☤ Sehun [Yin] Zitao knew this place like the back of his hand. It was his home; it was familiar to him in one of the most personal ways possible. In his memory he could see himself running along the roads and playing with his childhood friends, however fuzzy the images were. They were clouded with the one memory that would haunt him for the rest of his life: the day the titans attacked his town. It really wasn't something that he liked to relive, even though he persisted to stay in his hometown and constantly be reminded of it. His mind worked in odd ways, to say the least.

He walked down the same dirt roads, now an adult. He passed all the shops he remembered from his youth and realized at this moment that he was walking his habitual route home from his old school. This was the road on the way to his old home. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at his feet, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. He needed to leave. But he couldn't; he was working.

@☤ Minki [Yin] This district never changes. It's the same old, crowded place where Chorong grew up. After the incident happened back at her place, she started to live independently within the walls of the Yin. The place resembles her birthplace; the house structures and everything. She rarely visits this place due to her duties as a Garrison's leader.

The people seemed to noticed the roses emblem on her uniform, and greeted her. Some of them recognizing her. Everyone guessed that Chorong changed after the years of training at the Trainee Corps. No, she's still the soft-spoken girl they met, but she matured much better.

She continued to walk, as she decide to take a visit on the guards to check if they were doing their work well.