Post by Ji-Woon Hak on Aug 25, 2021 14:20:17 GMT -6
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Paradise, that’s what this place was supposed to be wasn’t it?
Paradise, that’s what this place was supposed to be wasn’t it?
Well that was debatable to be honest, it entirely depended on who you asked in this realm of endless games of cat and mouse in Ji-Woon’s opinion. He was fairly certain that, to many, if not all the survivors this was a version of hell to them. A truly nightmarish limbo with a little bit of respite here and there. In contrast he wondered if there were many killers that truly felt like they belonged here, much like himself to a degree. This was his seemingly eternal stage and endless playground. How could he not enjoy it here? Well there were definitely cons to this place, a few glaring ones that somewhat killed his mood when he wasn’t enjoying the thrills of a trial. For one thing he was stuck wandering, he was after all essentially homeless without a realm of his own so he had to make due with crashing in other killers’ realms. What he would do for even the smallest slice of Seoul to be mimicked here, he had tried killing for it plenty of times but the Entity didn’t seem too inclined on granting his wish much to his disappointment.
In fact, wandering was what he was doing at this very moment, heading for one of his usual little hideaways in the Red Forest. He had just finished a trial not too long ago and he was still feeling restless and he knew exactly what to do with his pent up energy. The Trickster rarely spent any of his down time doing nothing, old habits truly do die hard he supposed. The idol oftentimes would find secluded spots to practice his knife throwing, the goal to get better at throwing his knives from angles that survivor’s didn’t expect. It always brought him immense joy when he’d hear them scream out when he’d manage to sink a few knives from an open window they didn’t realize he had an angle through. It also never hurt to try and work on his more long distance throws, while he couldn’t drop people from a distance like the amazing Huntress it still never hurt to take an unsuspecting survivor off guard.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
Iridescent knives arched through the air and stabbed into the bark of a gnarled tree. Ji-Woon paused his knife throwing for a moment. ‘That had a bit of rhythm to it.’ He thought to himself before he threw a few more knives with a little flourish.
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
His eyes lit up in joy as he realized what he was subconsciously doing. It was a little abstract but he swore he could hear a familiar beat in his knife throwing. It soon dawned on him what song it was and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. When was the last time he had danced to that song? It was one of his singles not too long after his solo debut, Mightee One had wanted something more seductive out him, a song and music video embodying temptation and Ji-Woon had obliged. It was one of his slower songs but coming up with the choreography had been a joy. It had been focused more on flowing movement rather than too many intense elaborate ones. He remembered the choreography pretty well and it’s not like he was doing anything else….
He started to hum the beat to himself as he started from the beginning of the song, his body starting to sway and move to the beat. At first he wasn’t really trying too much but over the course of the song his humming had grown louder and he was audibly singing the lyrics out in Korean as he continued to dance. On occasion he’d accentuate some of his movements with knife throws, trying to keep the sound of the blade’s impact on the tree trunks to the beat in his head. Ji-Woon’s face showed little emotion but there was passion in his dance and singing, the lyrics pouring out from his lips and the sound winding out into the area around him. It was clear the idol was in his own little world, too caught up in the moment to pay attention to anything else but his performance for no one, at least he had assumed it was no one. The sharp sound of a snapping twig broke him out of his moment of reverie and he reflexively sent a knife flying in the direction of the noise. “Anyoung, hello. Why don’t you show yourself before I throw some more your way?” He greeted both in Korean and in English in a somewhat sing-song tone though there was a degree of annoyance dripping in his words. The Trickster hadn’t appreciated being interrupted.
