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i've been telling myself i'll start my homework in 10 minutes for the last 2 hours
AECH ; i'd be down to make a friend
RIN WHAT ARE WE DOING
AECH ; hmmm is there anything in particular you want for your yuto character i could obviously make a new character if none of mine fit
"Only if you promise to stop swatting flies and start blocking properly," she shot back, not missing a beat. Oh, she'd try alright, and this time, she'd succeed.
Rolling out her sore elbow, she took a couple steps back, closing her eyes for a second to refocus, breathing from her stomach, realigning her forearm to square evenly with her shoulder. She took a mock swing, trying to practice the motion, like she'd done millions, no, billions of time before in this same room, with this same person.
Her eyes narrowed, locking on his. She feinted once, twice, forcing him to get his hands away from his face, leaving his neck exposed. Perfect. Wrist aligned perfectly with the forearm, second and third knuckles extending slightly further out, feet planted, legs squared, gaze locked, she swung back, waiting for the satisfying swoosh—
But it was beaten by the sound of ripping seams which ricocheted of the high ceilings as Alex threw her punch.
Aech ~ this is shinee 5 ~ wrote: "what do u want to do w/ yuto"
Alex snorted, shaking her head as she turned back around, facing her first opponent while willfully ignoring her second one. "Of course you did. Who's roleplaying as the target this time, you or Susan? "
Still not looking.
If she leapt at this flesh slab with just the right momentum or velocity or whatever the scientific term was, there was a chance she could get on top of him and take him down head first. Not exactly realistic, but at this point, realism was not exactly a pressing priority.
But at the words blocking practice, her head turned (against her own will, goddammit) to face opponent number two, or, to be more exact, to face opponent number two's right bicep. For an entire half-second, there was silence as the retort at the tip of Alex's tongue vehemently refused to come out, caught somewhere in between the fluid muscles of her commander's arm. Then her eyes shot seven inches up, meeting his.
"I'll pass," she said with a grin, cheerful crescents forming all over her face as she slowly turned back around to greet meat pack for the 700th time. Alex swung her arm back, all the way back, eyes narrowing with determination, and then—
Abruptly whirled around right as she threw the punch, a real smile curling at the edge of her lips.
Why. wouldn't. it. move. Alex was just about ready to go all the way back to the door and try sprinting at it full throttle... but the door opened before she could move. She went back to punching, hoping she could at least figure out what to do with the temperamental locking shoulder whenever she came in full speed at a close angle.
She didn't acknowledge the extra body in the room— Alex had learned it was better to just leave her battalion commander alone when he headed straight for the far left corner of the training room after 10 pm. Susan. If Alex hadn't been so busy glaring intensely into Dummy's flesh colored, pupil-less eyes, she would definitely be ruthlessly teasing Kang Jaehyun, that lameass nerd, but—
But he beat her to it.
She gave a final punch (still nothing) before whirling around, breathing heavy. "If this were actually a mission—" she raised a finger (wait), gulping in dry air — "If this were actually a mission, Susan would have killed you and your loud feet before you even had the chance to walk into these doors, commander."
@scout cleo is such a hypocrite if it's like a tryhard noir or indie sappy movie she'll take none of his shit but if it's just a BAD cliche sappy movie you bet your ass that she's right next to him drinking out of the orange juice carton and watching in enthrallment.
scout wrote: "Dyanne wrote: "SCOUT ME"@DY HI YES HELLO i only have three characters and ihni what to do with all of yours. i just know i like them. maybe cleo? b/c she's free? cleo and liam? hmm."cleo and liam YES
This dummy wasn't going to budge. Alex knew from the moment she went to try and shunt it across the training room floor that she had been too ambitious in choosing a victim.
And yet here she was, some fifteen minutes later, grinning like a fool at the massive vaguely-human shaped flesh blob which towered over her. She couldn't help feeling proud of the fact that she'd even managed to get it from the corner of the room to the center. Perhaps this is how mothers felt when they helped their children take their first steps. Or... not. She shook herself out of the analogy, cracking her neck, blowing at a stray hair, rewrapping her wrists a final time.
She punched. Nothing. More elbow. Nothing. A set of roundhouse kicks. Yeah, no. More elbow. Pain. Her shoulder locked and she tripped forward, running straight into her target like a dead weight. Still nothing. Maybe if she ran faster? Rolling out her elbow, she stepped back twenty paces before charging. You're a football player. You're 6'8 and weigh 350 pounds and- the impact of the crash sent Alex flying back and the fucking dummy... stayed exactly how it was. It wasn't even vibrating.
Honestly. How pathetic was that? She swatted at defiant stray hairs in annoyance before slowly standing back up. Like hell she would be defeated by an inanimate object. Alex rewrapped her wrist. She took a deep breath. Again.
oNE DONE FIVE TO GO ASDLF;ASJFKLASDJF kill me now
A L E X I S
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It's not that Alex doesn't know when to stop. It's that she doesn't know how. She blames it on some evolutionary flaw, the result of some unknown missing allele x which erased the dearly-needed "flight" response.
So for Alex, it's always only ever been fight or fight. Even━ no, especially when she knows that she's going to lose. Alex is an extraordinary fighter now. Her presence in the first battalion is proof of that. But unlike the others, who were given natural genetic advantages━ extra strength or height or precision or whatever else, Alex had to work that much harder to turn her supposed weaknesses into strengths. Learn not to equate a win with a victory. Learn to endure and endure and endure some more. Learn that there is grace in a war of attrition, that there is pride in accepting one's shortcomings. That is how she survived. That is how she lives.
Alex once fought just to fight. It was pure instinct which drew her to run towards danger rather than against it. When Alex first joined INSA,she wanted to be able to fight well simply so she could live past the ripe old age of 17. But now, Alex fights to protect. Don't be mistaken, she isn't swayed by either the legacy ahead of her or the family behind her. No, what matters is the battalion beside her. Forget saving the rest of the world━ it's not like Alex was ever cut out to be a hero in the first place. Her ambitions start and end with the first battalion of INSA. As long as they're by her side, Alexis Ku will have a reason to fight.
ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛɪʟ ɪ'ᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ,
Most people assume that Alexis Ku is a trust fund baby. And they're not far off. Because she was. Past tense.
Born into an extremely wealthy family, Alexis Ku grew up with a socialite mother who pretended to be a realtor and a criminal father who pretended to be a businessman. All typical, really. They lived in a very big house at the top of a hill and held very big parties at said very big house and lived very comfortable, mindless lives.
So the question is, how did half the Ku family ended up in jail, leaving the other half of the Ku family as beggars? Slush funds, that's how. Most fathers realize rather early on that if they want kids to live nice lives, it's probably for the best that they don't conspicuously base your entire family's wealth on bribery and nepotism. How unfortunate that Alex's father was not one of them.
To be honest, it wasn't that bad. Due to her unfortunate family history, Alex garnered pity, rather than fury, from teachers when she got hauled into principal's office once, twice, three times a week for "instigating physical fights for inconsequential matters". She learned how to satisfy what family was left with laughter and manners and exaggerated half-truths. She learned that there was no use in weeping over lost causes━ it was better just to let the dead mourn their own dead. So when seventeen year old Alex was released from her juvenile detention center, she conveniently forgot to go home and went instead to the city library to print out her INSA application.
Yeah, that's right. Your stellar, 5 foot 3 inch first battalion member was a high school delinquent. But it's not like you have to know. After all, according to most of the school, Alex is a trust fund baby━ present tense━ and Alex isn't going to be the one to tell them otherwise.· ] ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ━━━ jᴜɴɢ sᴏᴏ-ʜᴡᴀ ━━ aʟɪᴠᴇ
· ] ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ━━━ kᴜ ʙᴏɴɢ-sᴏᴏ ━━ dᴇᴄᴇᴀsᴇᴅ
also i'm on mobile but RIN I WANT IM IN ALL THE GAYLY RIDICULOUS
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FIEND TAKE HER SHES YOURS
