First this Entity could just steal people away from their lives, and better yet, choose some… shrewd, aristocratic woman from who knows where. Up until now, all the new people who’ve been taken had some strong-will about them, and from what she could tell, Yun-Jin was just another rich, spoiled lady who had her life handed to her on a silver spoon.
The street racer was seated on one of the many logs surrounding the everlit Campfire. Her arms were crossed over her chest, silently watching the unfamiliar woman. There was the passing thought that this woman had some substance to her, aside from tube skirts and fur coats, but that seemed unlikely. It was also endearing to Yui.
She hadn’t seen the slightest bit of joy or any trace of hope on the woman’s face, just an overwhelming fear and anguish. That wasn’t surprising to Yui, she probably had the same expression when she was first taken.
Despite that, Yun-Jin seemed to hold herself with confidence, a bold, proper confidence. She saw a bit of herself in that, perched up on her motorcycle, just before a race, the swelling anticipation for the high of winning. It was intriguing to see someone with a similar hold on themselves, especially in a place like this.
From debt collectors in her early life, to men who thought they were entitled to everything because they gave you the time of day later in life, to… one particular man who held power over life, there wasn’t much more that she thought would annoy her, or break her. That was her first mistake; a mysterious fog had taken her hostage, away from should have been certain death, to death over and over, surrounded by not many people worth her time. She’d worked with a lot less before, of course. But this most certainly wasn’t ideal.
She sat on the log with her knees touching, the tip of her heel digging into the dirt with a boredom that ate away at her in the forefront of her mind, a quaint anxiety taking a nibble from the back. She watched loose grass flick some distance away as her shoe came out of the dirt, sighing as she crossed one leg over the other, looking up to the street racer sitting some distance away, with a click of her tongue and a slight wrinkle of her nose.
She didn’t know what to think of her - Yui was her name, wasn’t it? - entirely. On one hand, she was a woman with a committed aesthetic, a certain confidence and bravado that made it no task to wonder how she was surviving in a place like this… on the other, Yun-Jin did not care for the brashness and the anger that she seemed to exude. Was it because it was irritating to her, after years of dealing with bullheaded managers with the same mannerisms… or was it because it was like looking into a mirror at points, at a less than polished reflection staring back?
“So… do you have other ways to entertain yourself, other than making people nervous with the way you stare?” She cut the silence rather harshly, resting a hand on her leg as she did so.
Yui scoffed, albeit a bit harsher than she’d intended to. A tinge of guilt ate at her mind for the unnecessary ferocity in the sound. “I make you nervous?” She questioned in a bit of disbelief. Just based on the other woman’s mannerisms, it was a safe guess it was because of her leather clad appearance. It wouldn’t exactly be the first time she’d been judged as a street-rat by some.
She paused a moment before speaking again. “But you know, the occasional task keeps me busy.” The racer rolled her eyes, speaking in a bemused tone. The occasional task being a lot more credit than she usually gave to those wretched games that she was brought here to play in.
It wasn’t a shocker to think of how the woman before her was a wealthy socialite, it seemed pretty obvious. She seemed classy enough to fit the part, even just on how she sat and her posture alone.
“What about you, hm? Any other interests of yours other than sitting on your high horse?” Yui raised an eyebrow, using a hand to add some much needed theatrics to the question. The elbow of the hand she used sat on her knee, chin resting in her hand as she watched the other woman. She was aware of how brash she sounded, but she didn’t change her tone. If this other woman could prove she was worth it, she would, but for now, this was her extent.
She scoffed slightly, moving to cock her head at a slight angle as she looked the other woman up and down, lips pursed into the frown. “Not that there’s much of a view up here regardless.” Yun-Jin sat up straight, brushing her hand along her lap, to the specks of dust and ash that had made their way there. There was a foul taste in her mouth from the way she was acting, but it was hardly a persona, at least, not anymore - this was her first wall of defence. And if it worked in the industry, which had been more cutthroat and ruthless than anything she’d ever known, then she’d be a fool if it did not keep her safe here, where the cutting of throats seems a lot more literal.
“But… if you really care to know… I did have hobbies, at one time. I doubt you’ll be able to find a working piano in this shithole, though.” A huff escaped her, closer to an exhale of air than an actual laugh. She never had much time to practice, between all the demands of being a producer, but there were moments of solace, in the dark, just her and a melancholy melody, perhaps a voice to go along with it… perhaps maybe two. Her throat tightened at the thought of that man, fist-clenching on her lap. Not now, don’t think about him now. He’s not worth even that.
Yui’s eyebrows rose in a bit of surprise. So she did have a bit of substance, even if it was buried under all that glamorous shit. Guilt shot through the racer’s ego like barbed shards. She was definitely being too hard on the woman. It was obvious the producer had been through something, she probably wasn’t making it any better.
“Then… I suppose you’ll be glad to know there actually is one.” She started, the corners of her lips cocking just slightly. “In this old bar, sort of like cowboy times-?” Yui averted her gaze from the other, furrowing her brows. She couldn’t come up with a better name for it on spot.
“I take it you were into music before all this?” She asked after a moment, looking back up at the other. A certain curiosity filled the racer, a genuine interest in learning more about her.
Yui could tell the producer had seemed to calm down, even if only slightly. That was usually a good sign.
She cleared her throat, shuffling a little where she sat, trying not to seem too happy too hear of a piano in a hellhole like this, though she wasn’t sure how well that came across. There was some relief, in the normalcy, though hearing that such a device of comfort was stuck somewhere so far in the past troubled her a bit. Was that even allowed? Yun-Jin still did not know nor fully understand all the rules of this place that she now lived in, however far from the earth and the life she had once known.
But she swallowed, and tried to remain as stone-faced as she could. “Ah, yes. Music producer, South Korea. Quite… prolific. And good at my job. At least, that’s what the number tell me.” She’d made bad choices, yes… many bad choices, in fact. But there was no denying the money and fame she’d acquired from her title - the clothes she wore and the jewellery she adorned told anyone that much, and the penthouse that she now missed when sitting beside the pathetic looking campfire would have done the same. Yun-Jin leaned forward, folding her arms on her lap and letting her wrists hang limp as she looked over to Yui again. “And… yourself? I don’t want to be rude with my first assumption, so I will allow you to have the first word.”
Yui raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. “You’ll allow me to?” She questioned, a side smile plastered on her face. “Alright then, hot shot.” She chuckled. “Motorcycle racer, Japan. I’ve been in my share of races, won a good few too.” She shrugged, normally wasn’t one for boasting, but in front of this music producer, who apparently was pretty well known, boasting was about the only thing she had going for her. She didn’t mention the part that the racing she did wasn’t exactly legal, but that was beyond the point. Undoubtedly, it’d be an even worse first impression than the wreck of one she’d already made.
The racer matched that flawlessly. Leather jacket, goggles raised to her forehead, racing boots. She matched the description of a biker to a ‘T’. Yui missed the open roads and the feeling of absolute freedom racing gave her, that euphoria that kicked in as soon as the engine roared to life and the power that shook through her. It made her feel as if she were on top of the world, nothing holding her back, only the asphalt beneath her tires. She didn’t have to worry about money problems and wondering if her winnings were enough to pay the rent for her shitty studio apartment, she got live in the moment. Her chin rested back in her hand, her other arm draping across her lap.
Yun-Jin looked her up and down, nodding to herself - that was about what she expected, at least some type of racer in the field. She certainly looked the part, and it suited her just fine, in both appearance and personality. ...They really weren’t so different, were they, wearing their profession that they loved so dearly on their sleeves, living and breathing it as if it were their last moments alive… and it was, in the end. “I can imagine. You don’t look like the type to give up easy.”
She ran a hand up and down her arm, through the fluff of her coat, nails running against the synthetic fur for some form of comfort. Her initial discomfort with the other woman was proven wrong, and she wasn’t sure if that was for better or worse - she perhaps liked it better when she thought everyone else was incompetent and she could only rely on herself, not when the people here had actual traits and personality she could find herself liking, if only for the need to have someone there, despite her apprehension after the last time she trusted someone. “Well, Yui, how… long have you been here? In this hell, I mean. You seem… much more content about this situation than I.”
Yui smiled a bit. “I’ll… take that as a compliment.” She laughed a bit, almost bitterly. She’d heard that time and time again, but they always had this- undertone, a hidden message that she needed to slow down every now and then. The racer had no desire to, of course she had a number of times, but she liked the feeling of winning much more. But this time, from someone who knew practically nothing about her, it seemed more a praise than a warning. But just completely giving up, without any explanation or reason, that wasn’t Yui’s style.
The entire interaction surprised the racer, not only did the producer have some substance, Yui would even go so far as to say she was likeable. “I- couldn’t tell you for sure,” She admitted. “If I had to guess… Months, maybe a year.” A rough estimate was all that held for. There was no real way to tell days apart, or if there was, Yui hadn’t figured it out yet. “I just… try to work through it.” Yui was close to cracking and letting the other woman see the vulnerability that lay beneath the rough exterior. She was scared, terrified even, but she needed that confidence, not just for herself. If the others gave up, where would that leave her?
“And, you already seem to know my name, but, it’s good to meet you…?” Yui extended the hand that had been draped across her lap. Her statement trailed off, a silent question of the other’s name.
She looked down at the hand offered to her, pausing for a moment before realising how judgemental that would have seemed to an outsider looking in, before she swallowed and took it with her own, gently, shaking it and holding it for not a moment too long. Social graces still held substance here. That was at least something she knew how to tango with. “Yun-Jin Lee. I… heard someone else talking about you, I think.” That was the justification she used, and one she thought most likely. Since she’d arrived here, there wasn’t a conversation that she’d initiated herself, aside from… this one. She always listened. Formed her own evaluations, that all came to the same conclusion - no one was worth her time, and she could only watch her own back here. Everything was out to get her, even her own friends - or, ‘friends’ - they just didn’t know it yet.
But she wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
She moved to hold her own hands in her lap, pressing a thumb into her palm as she thought over the answer she was given. Up to a year, spent in hell… perhaps more, if the weariness of some of the other survivors were to go by. And yet, the racer continued to press onwards, despite it all… yet another trait the two of them shared. Keep going in the face of adversary… even if it puts you in a worse spot than before. That, at least, was a little comforting. “I suppose it’s… reassuring, to have someone like you here. For everyone else, I mean. Some people are barely holding it together. If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re keeping them all afloat.”
Yui drew her hand back after it was shaken, pulling it back into her lap. “Yun-Jin,” She repeated, as if memorizing it. “I wouldn’t doubt it, they seem to always have something to say,” She chuckled heartily. “But never have the nerve to actually say it to me.” The chuckle ended abruptly, with a bemused roll of her eyes before the racer’s focus was drawn back to the producer. Gossip was what it usually was, no real harm was meant behind it, but it got under Yui’s skin. It wouldn’t surprise her either if one of the others had given some dumbed down explanation of everyone else to her, and that was how the producer found out her name. It really didn’t matter though, she was bound to learn it eventually.
She raised an eyebrow at Yun-Jin’s next words, they did surprise her. Yui tried to keep a level head most times, tried to remain calm and collected when she could. “I’ve… Been a leader, before this.” She chose to be honest to the producer, it would more than likely work out better in the end anyways, plus the opportunity of friendship could arise. The part of it being reassuring to have Yui there was a bit surprising, whether she meant her being a beacon to keep fighting, a spark in the night, or if she assumed Yui was the one who stoned the killer’s during trials. “I wouldn’t say I ‘keep them afloat’ though, they’ll tell you the same.” Yui joked lightly. Most of the others knew the racer’s short temper all too well and had seen the worst of it.
After a short pause, Yui spoke up again. “You said that the number knew your work and knew you were good at it, so I’m sure you’ll keep at least some afloat.” She offered a smile to the producer, a hope that she’d fit in.
A source of gossip, perhaps ire? Yun-Jin knew that notion all too well, and she was guilty of such a thing herself among her peers. Talk badly about someone else before they could about you, make them look bad before you lost your ground. Skank, stupid slut, fake, whore, she probably bought her way in so high. Fouler words have left her mouth for people who probably did deserve some ridicule than someone like Yui.
Of course she was a leader. She carried herself like one, at the very least. An aura of intimidation, if Yun-Jin had seen one - and she had, from men who did not deserve their positions of power, due to incompetence or… other reasons. She was far from that life now, for better or for worse. She felt like she was in better hands here, to an extent. From some people more than others - the snivelling runt they called a leader came to mind. She didn’t care if he dropped off the planet and someone like Yui replaced him. If anything, she’d praise whatever god there was out here.
As for herself? The producer almost laughed. “Oh hardly. I’m sure I’ve scared most of them off by now… I work better on my own, regardless. Rely on others has put me in… less than favourable positions before.” She brushed a thumb against the inside of her finger, the pressure of the touch causing the skin of her fingertip to whiten, though her face remained blank, relaxed, even. It always came back to him, it was his fault… just as much as it was her own.
The racer nodded to the producer’s words. Another similarity between them. Putting their trust in another person and ending up eating shit because of them, albeit the mystery that shrouded whoever Yun-Jin trusted remained. Yui could still recall how she trusted her parents to be exactly that, hell, even trusted Shenji, the prick he was, to be a rightful competitor. In the moment it almost was humorous to Yui, how two people who seemed to have made their lives something could be totally and completely fucked over by someone else.
She couldn’t really see how the producer before her could ‘scare someone off’, as she’d claimed. She seemed levelheaded enough to be likeable, a bit cold, but collected nonetheless. Yun-Jin seemed the type to speak her mind, but it still seemed unlikely she could scare these people off. “I understand that,” She started with a bitter chuckle. “At least… most of the time, people put in bad positions end up on top.” Yui offered, the statement fell flat at the end, but the message was still there.
As far as Yui could tell, Yun-Jin seemed like someone she could get along with, despite their differences. She looked to hold her own just fine, intelligent, able to handle this situation. The fact that the producer was also quite pretty didn’t hurt either. “I suppose - if this were any better situation, I’d ask if you wanted to get a drink sometime, with me, I mean.” The racer averted her eyes to the ground beneath them, chuckling a bit awkwardly at the offhanded comment. She near-instantly regretted the words, scratching a bit at the rolled sleeve of her jacket.
She half-laughed at that, more an amused exhale of breath, leaning back where she sat. "Oh god, don't I know it. You give a man an ego, and he thinks he has the world, when he barely owns a pile of dirt. It's ridiculous." You give an idol a solo career, and he spits on the ground you walk on as he drags his heels in blood you helped spill with your silence. Yun-Jin swallowed, ignoring the tightness in her chest at another reminder she'd brought upon herself. She told herself she didn't care, so why did she keep coming back to that horrendous mistake? ...Well, because she was a liar, of course. She always had been. A thumb moved to rub against the back of her fingernails, looking at the way the polish was already beginning to chip. A sloppy image. A literal interpretation of the facade beginning to crack. She couldn't have that.
And then the racer offered her a date.
Yun-Jin paused in her thoughts, the small, mocking smile she'd forced falling momentarily as her eyes flickered up from her hands, to Yui's face, and then away again. Yui had shown herself to be witty, to be a lot softer around the edges than she'd originally thought - she was certainly no savage, selfish adrenaline junkie, that was for sure. The producer tried not to take note of the way her stomach twisted at the notion, only making it worse in the process as she tried to jump through mental hurdles not to make it seem obvious that she was... almost scared of the notion. This woman did not know her beyond who she presented herself as - at least, not enough to justify such a notion. Surely she'd come to regret it if they ever got the chance... Yui was a good person, surely. But Yun-Jin? She wasn't anything close.
But still, she huffed a laugh of disbelief. "If you can find somewhere with a drink to knock me on my ass, I'll... consider it. I'm sure we'll need it, after the hell we've walked through.”
Yui was surprised by the producer’s answer. She nearly even cracked a smile at the producer even considering it. She’d thought surely she’d bark out a laugh at such a notion. She looked back up at Yun-Jin, who had kept managing to surprise her, first with an actual personality and now with her answer. If the racer were honest, she wasn’t exactly sure why she asked so quickly - but they seemed to get along well enough, and Yui enjoyed the company, much better than some of the others she’d met.
The first place that could even come to mind happened to be the same place she’d mentioned earlier. The old saloon. She wasn’t sure, however, what drinks, if any, were still there. The racer didn’t spend enough time there to check or to ask the old cowboy who stayed there. Even then, it had been so long since the racer had even taken a girl out, not to mention what it would even be like to go out with someone in a hell like this. Knowing her luck, the moment they sat down she’d be pulled away to one of those dreaded trials. But then again - Yui felt she could finally, really get along with someone out here, have someone to fall back on.
“The place I mentioned earlier, the one with the piano. It has a bar, if you’d be interested in going there… ?” The question was almost hopeful, almost. Again, the racer expected the producer to double over in laughter at the notion. To call her out on the poor attempt of asking the producer out. Still, Yui maintained keeping her eyes on the other’s face, looking for any sort of good reaction to the question.
She raised an eyebrow, exhaling a laugh through her nose. “Is there anything still left there?” Now this was an interesting turn. Yun-Jin didn’t know what she was doing, or why - the flow of the conversation had gone down the… strangest mouth of the riverbed, and now was rushing towards a plummet into what was certainly a life or death drop - she could either trust this woman, and let herself get hurt again, or she could cut her off, now. But maybe, she was getting too close to the edge to make that choice. “...I’m not denying you, per se. I just don’t want to be drinking dust, is all.”
Looks like she was taking the plunge. One she hoped wouldn’t come to bite her in the ass later on.