Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 20:48:53 GMT -5
Seoul, South Korea
It all started so simply; seconds descending into minutes, minutes to hours, and eventually those hours dragging into what seemed like infinity. Time was a relic of the past for Yong-Soo, it had been ever since that fateful day that only occurred weeks ago. He sat in silence alone in his own personal dorm at the Blue House, absolutely disgusted at the concept that those North Korean brutes were in his home, stomach churning lightly as he made a badger face, no where near the mood to tinker with some of his gadgets or boot up his Playstation 7. All he could do was suffer in silence-at least when he was hidden from the public eye, he still had a mask to wear whilst dealing with both his own Koreans and his brother's, he was the representation of triumphant from oppression, success from the rubble...their unbreakable spirit.
Question was, was he truly unbreakable? Soo asked himself this on a near daily basis these days, his signature curl sagged low with what appeared to be a frown depicted on it's features, matching the features of his own face. True, he was one the younger end of the spectrum in regards to nation aging, and there were others who have had far more baggage to burden them-but the South Korean knew what hell felt like; the death of Appa, the Japanese occupation, and the ongoing conflict with the North. He just could not catch a break to escape his demons.
He was praying to whatever God was listening that Yong-Sun had been busy with affairs that day, he couldn't bare to face him again. So much had changed since he last saw him facially. He was an arrogant monster now, a product of communism and Juche mantras, and it destroyed him internally. It made him boil, if only he had a time machine-or one of his inventors made a time machine to go back in time to prevent all of this, he would've certainly taken the leap. If his sibling weren't busy with dealing with him, all he could do was hope and continue to pray for his own citizens and political figures in hiding, though some did manage to flee to Japan, Taiwan and even the United States if possible.
The train of thought certainly wasn't aiding his psychological state, Yong-Soo figured that much was obvious as he stood up from his desk, figuring he was in need of some physical movement, slipping out his quarters to fetch a drink.
"Now, now, where do you think you're going?"
Great. A North Korean guard questioning his intentions, just what he needed. With a calm breath and a facade in place, the Korean looked at the thug straight in the optics. "A drink. I'm going to get a drink." He replied simply, wise to not upset this particular henchman of Sun's as the guard simply nodded in reply, and told him to take no more than five minutes. He nodded and thanked him, trying to keep his typical posture as he walked down the shadowed hallways of his home, truly debating whether there really was any hope for normalcy on this crazy Earth.
It all started so simply; seconds descending into minutes, minutes to hours, and eventually those hours dragging into what seemed like infinity. Time was a relic of the past for Yong-Soo, it had been ever since that fateful day that only occurred weeks ago. He sat in silence alone in his own personal dorm at the Blue House, absolutely disgusted at the concept that those North Korean brutes were in his home, stomach churning lightly as he made a badger face, no where near the mood to tinker with some of his gadgets or boot up his Playstation 7. All he could do was suffer in silence-at least when he was hidden from the public eye, he still had a mask to wear whilst dealing with both his own Koreans and his brother's, he was the representation of triumphant from oppression, success from the rubble...their unbreakable spirit.
Question was, was he truly unbreakable? Soo asked himself this on a near daily basis these days, his signature curl sagged low with what appeared to be a frown depicted on it's features, matching the features of his own face. True, he was one the younger end of the spectrum in regards to nation aging, and there were others who have had far more baggage to burden them-but the South Korean knew what hell felt like; the death of Appa, the Japanese occupation, and the ongoing conflict with the North. He just could not catch a break to escape his demons.
He was praying to whatever God was listening that Yong-Sun had been busy with affairs that day, he couldn't bare to face him again. So much had changed since he last saw him facially. He was an arrogant monster now, a product of communism and Juche mantras, and it destroyed him internally. It made him boil, if only he had a time machine-or one of his inventors made a time machine to go back in time to prevent all of this, he would've certainly taken the leap. If his sibling weren't busy with dealing with him, all he could do was hope and continue to pray for his own citizens and political figures in hiding, though some did manage to flee to Japan, Taiwan and even the United States if possible.
The train of thought certainly wasn't aiding his psychological state, Yong-Soo figured that much was obvious as he stood up from his desk, figuring he was in need of some physical movement, slipping out his quarters to fetch a drink.
"Now, now, where do you think you're going?"
Great. A North Korean guard questioning his intentions, just what he needed. With a calm breath and a facade in place, the Korean looked at the thug straight in the optics. "A drink. I'm going to get a drink." He replied simply, wise to not upset this particular henchman of Sun's as the guard simply nodded in reply, and told him to take no more than five minutes. He nodded and thanked him, trying to keep his typical posture as he walked down the shadowed hallways of his home, truly debating whether there really was any hope for normalcy on this crazy Earth.