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thepeak_rp2016-11-04 06:03 pm
keravnos) wrote in thepeak_rp2016-11-04 06:03 pm
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[backlog] the tangled trails of mytikas
Muses: Eric Song (keravnos) and Jessica Jung (enrapturement)
Status: Closed, Ongoing
Date / Time: Late January 2016, afternoon
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Summary: Eric and Jessica's first meeting, where he learns about the existence of Callista, his niece.
Hong Kong was hot. It was supposed to be winter, and he was supposed to be bundled up three times over, but here he was, phone in hand on the sun-soaked streets of Wan Chai, dressed simply with only thin denim jacket as an extra layer. In retrospect, Eric supposed he was thankful the weather barely dropped below 50, and he was certainly a lot more comfortable and mobile without cumbersome layers.
He shifted his backpack, veering off towards the side of the sidewalk as he paused, slightly squinting against the sunny glare as he checked his phone for the third time since he'd gotten off the bus five minutes ago. Being still so new to the city meant zero grasp of Cantonese, and he was thankful for the use of English on signages. At the very least, keeping to the main streets meant Eric would never get lost. How very convenient!
A minute later, the hotel Cosmo loomed up in front of him. Up the steps and through the glass doors, he thought, and promptly turned off his mobile data. Above all else, Eric Song was an avid addict of Google Maps. There were no mirrors, so Eric asked the receptionist for the way to the rest room first. It wasn't nerves, he told himself as he checked his reflection, fixing a few stray strands into the right look of carefully messy. It had been a little over two months since he had landed in Hong Kong, twin brother clinging to his side, and all the necessary paper-and-legwork had been done. Their little apartment was slowly starting to look and feel like home, and Baekhyun was already starting to poke his head out of his shell. It was time they stopped depending on their parents' money and started looking for jobs.
So there he was, working on the contacts his contacts had hooked him up with, doing his best to charm this club owner and that, tirelessly mixing at the tiny rented studio to come up with good samples to sell his name with. DJ pseudostatiq was not one to recycle, and it was a whole new year.
"Miss Jessica Jung," he murmured to himself, and smiled at the mirror. Eric had checked the bar's website. It wasn't set to open until four, and he had an hour, perhaps less, to make a good impression. And as he left to make his way across the lobby and into the venue for his meeting with the owner, he wondered if she was Korean.
keravnos) and Jessica Jung (enrapturement)Status: Closed, Ongoing
Date / Time: Late January 2016, afternoon
Rating: G
Type: Thread
Summary: Eric and Jessica's first meeting, where he learns about the existence of Callista, his niece.
Hong Kong was hot. It was supposed to be winter, and he was supposed to be bundled up three times over, but here he was, phone in hand on the sun-soaked streets of Wan Chai, dressed simply with only thin denim jacket as an extra layer. In retrospect, Eric supposed he was thankful the weather barely dropped below 50, and he was certainly a lot more comfortable and mobile without cumbersome layers.
He shifted his backpack, veering off towards the side of the sidewalk as he paused, slightly squinting against the sunny glare as he checked his phone for the third time since he'd gotten off the bus five minutes ago. Being still so new to the city meant zero grasp of Cantonese, and he was thankful for the use of English on signages. At the very least, keeping to the main streets meant Eric would never get lost. How very convenient!
A minute later, the hotel Cosmo loomed up in front of him. Up the steps and through the glass doors, he thought, and promptly turned off his mobile data. Above all else, Eric Song was an avid addict of Google Maps. There were no mirrors, so Eric asked the receptionist for the way to the rest room first. It wasn't nerves, he told himself as he checked his reflection, fixing a few stray strands into the right look of carefully messy. It had been a little over two months since he had landed in Hong Kong, twin brother clinging to his side, and all the necessary paper-and-legwork had been done. Their little apartment was slowly starting to look and feel like home, and Baekhyun was already starting to poke his head out of his shell. It was time they stopped depending on their parents' money and started looking for jobs.
So there he was, working on the contacts his contacts had hooked him up with, doing his best to charm this club owner and that, tirelessly mixing at the tiny rented studio to come up with good samples to sell his name with. DJ pseudostatiq was not one to recycle, and it was a whole new year.
"Miss Jessica Jung," he murmured to himself, and smiled at the mirror. Eric had checked the bar's website. It wasn't set to open until four, and he had an hour, perhaps less, to make a good impression. And as he left to make his way across the lobby and into the venue for his meeting with the owner, he wondered if she was Korean.