( semi-open ) i've been six feet under

[rhymed]

who: hajun and others!
what: july stuff
when: throughout the month
where: all over
warnings: violence, mentions of blood, tba.


a general catch-all for july. custom starters and possible open prompts will be posted here!
if you're interested in plotting with me please feel free to hit up my discord or mellifluo.
pm is also available!

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( closed to nene | 7/3 )

[rhymed]

[ When the small creature tore through the seams of the flour sack, much to Hajun's shock, his initial response is as violent as the conclusion. However he hesitates, a piece of him that doesn't want to harm something just brought to life and searching for the affections of a parent -- his heart tugs in two directions, and before he recognizes what's happening the glasses slip past the bridge of his nose and it's aiming for his eyes. He didn't perceive that something so subtle would cause this.

His vision begins to blur, the edges of his world turning into darkness. He panics, blood rushing to and from his heart; beating against his ribcage in anxiety, feeling it flow through the shells of his ears. He almost thinks that he may go deaf, too, as all the sounds of everything and everyone else is shrouded by the adrenaline rush. A scream tears through his throat and he pulls the creature off of him, his world continuing to disappear with each blink of his eye as he uses all his strength to stomp down on it. Once, twice, and then over and over again until the disgusting, wet sound of bones snapping and blood pouring begin to intermix. It giggles and snarls, sobs, and soon Hajun cannot see anything at all.

The world is a blank sheet. He can't see anything in this void. And as he gropes the hallway walls to navigate himself, noticing subtle chips against the wall he never knew were there, going from one classroom to the next. He feels week and vulnerable, hating that he can hardly navigate familiar spaces without the sensation of being confined. Everything a little more suffocating, his voice just slightly smaller when he searches for a single person and calls out her name: ] Nene?

( closed to rika | 7/5 )

[rhymed]

[ White snow. White paper. White.

Hajun's world still remains blank after the little monsters tore through the seams of the flour sacks. He's unable to see, needing the aid of others to ensure that he hadn't stepped on something suspicious or grabbed an expired bag of chips. It makes him feel considerably smaller, weaker, and his anxiety has met an all time high even if his expression remains the same -- albeit a little more conflicted, as there is some annoyance in knowing that he needs to depend on others. ]

Rika. [ He calls her name, casually and without the boyish tone he's known to carry. ] Is this expired... ?

[ In his hand he holds a can of black coffee, holding it out for her to look at. It's later in the night in the home ec room, the Robotics Club long having left, and the silence (with the exception with whatever she is doing) is welcomed. He's realized how much he hates crowded areas now that he can't see properly. ]