Post by woof on Oct 23, 2011 12:25:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] THE HYUN-KI SONG EDITION  SIXTEEN , 11TH, TRANSFER STUDENT , KIM JAEJOONG "HELLO THERE. I'M SO GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TODAY, BUT I'VE SEEM TO FORGOTTEN WHAT YOUR NAME WAS, IT WAS PAT... OR SOMETHING, RIGHT? NO, WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME IT THEN? FIRST, MIDDLE AND LAST, PLEASE. OH, AND PLEASE DO TELL ME ANY SCRUMPTIOUS NICKNAMES." "...Tch. I'm Hyun-Ki Song. People usually just call me Song, because most of them can't speak proper Korean, thus, they have trouble pronouncing my first name correctly." "I HAVE TO SAY, THAT'S QUITE A NAME YOU GOT THERE. I DON'T THINK I'VE HEARD IT BEFORE. TELL ME, HAVE YOU ALWAYS LIVED IN PORTLAND OR HAVE YOU COME FROM SOMEWHERE ELSE?" "...Moved here from New York, recently. I personally like it better there. At least it was cloudy with style. This place? Cloudy with a side of hillbilly." "OH, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. HERE, LET'S LIGHTEN UP THE TOPIC A LITTLE BIT. OUT OF ALL OF THE WORDS IN THE WORLD, WHICH FIVE DESCRIBE YOU BEST AND WHY?" "Words that explain me. Hm. Now let's see. I guess I tend to be stubborn. I'm persistent and determined to get what I want or to prove that I am right. Stuff like that. I tend to be angry on the inside but I often don't reveal it, instead I let it build up inside of me and let it all out at once. I'm usually very critical about everything and everyone, comments on people's clothes or appearance with no mercy. I suppose that makes me blunt? I'm easily annoyed, and I tend to be argumentative. I get into at least one argument a day, and I tend to glare at someone once an hour for being terribly annoying. I also tend to be rather antisocial, for I do not like to socialize with others, mostly because most humans on this earth are annoyances. I'm also a bit cold, I often lack emotion, which makes me act un-natural around others, often glaring without knowing, causing me to be avoided. I try to be friendly, but my attempts usual fail. Intelligence is one of my biggest traits, I guess. I know two languages and I get straight A's. I can outsmart just about anyone, and I was offered to skip a grade or two. I am not an emotionless robot, although, at times it seems I am. I do have compassionate, I have the ability to comfort others when they are feeling down. I can feel sympathy, but at times, I don't know how to help that person, and I usually end up saying something stupid that makes them feel worse. I'm easily jealous, and I can't help but feeling jealous about almost everyone. I usually feel jealous about those who can act naturally around others, or those people that attract people with smiles and simple movements or faces. I also feel jealous if someone else is with one of my 'friends' or with someone I like. I'm also fairly active. I have the brawn's and the brains, to put simply. I work out, I run, swim, whatever. Some say I am fearless, for I am afraid of no one and nothing. But, even I have a fear, but it is not of someone. I don't care about power, and I treat the people on top the same as the people on the bottom. Perhaps this makes me confident, for I am able to stand up to people without caring what others think of me. I also hold grudges for a long time, until the person can prove that they deserve my trust. Many people that I have met have called me secretive, like I have a secret that I can't tell anyone. It's true, for they are right. I am good at keeping secrets, so it's only normal that I will have one or two. I may be cold, but once you get to know me, I guess I am warm-hearted and affectionate. I care about those that are special to me, and often protect them, for I am the protectful type. Once I get to know someone really well, I tend to hug them. It may be awkward, but I can't help it, for I actually like thing such as that. My my, it seems like I got carried away. This is far more then five traits. Oh well." "I'M NOT GOING TO LIE. YOU SEEM LIKE QUITE THE CATCH. I'M SURE YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY, HUH? DO YOU LIKE WATCHING TELEVISION OR KNITTING? WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE BIT ABOUT YOURSELF?" "My hobbies include photography, writing, playing piano, cooking, modeling, acting, and singing (but this is a secret!), and riding motorcycles. I like animals, sour things, stylish clothing, sleeping, going for long rides, learning new things, peanut butter, and music. I dislike spicy things, bugs, annoying people, racism, meat (I'm a vegetarian!), people who think they are all that, and waking up early in the morning. My strengths are modeling, singing, and acting, playing the piano, making food, speaking Korean, writing, school work, and sports. Weakness are animals, good food, fast vehicles, pretty music, and peanut butter. "YOU SOUND PRETTY FEARLESS, BUT THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE AFRAID OF. ANY JUICY SECRETS?" "My biggest secret is that I am a part-time model and singer, who is already well-known. My biggest fear is that one day, I will be all alone with no one by my side." "DON'T TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY, BUT ARE YOU GAY? I MEAN, IT WASN'T SOMETHING YOU SAID OR ANYTHING. I'M JUST A CURIOUS OLD BADGER. UM. WHAT DO YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE? IS THAT BETTER? I GUESS YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO." "Getting daring, are we? Tch. Might as well tell you. I am bisexual, just to let you know. I don't care about appearance or whatever, I care about intelligence and personality. Someone with a good head on their shoulders and a nice personality." "ALRIGHT, ENOUGH WITH THE HEAVY STUFF. LET'S TALK ABOUT... MUSIC. I THINK YOU MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT POP OR HIP HOP EARLIER. WHAT KIND OF MUSIC DO YOU LIKE? RAP, COUNTRY, JAZZ? WHAT ARE YOUR TOP FIVE MOST PLAYED SONGS ON ITUNES?" "I guess I like rock, hip hop, and a bit of pop? Not American pop. I am Korean, so, I like Korean pop. 1. Rocketeer - Far East Movement 2. Hello Hello - FTISLAND 3. CN BLUE - I'm a Loner 4. Moves like Jagger - Maroon 5 5. Hello - Beyonce "LISTENING TO MUSIC LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SURE TO BE A STAR IN THE NEAR FUTURE. YOU SEEM LIKE A WELL-ROUNDED YOUNG PERSON, MY DEAR. WHERE DO YOU FIND YOURSELF TO BE IN FIVE YEARS FROM NOW?" "Hopefully my celebrity career will be in full speed. Hell, I could be full speed in my career in two months. The celebrity business is unpredictable like that." "IF IT MEANS ANYTHING, I'LL BE ROOTING FOR YOU WHEN THE TIME COMES. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS WILL TOO. SPEAKING OF YOUR PARENTS, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US THEIR NAMES AND WHAT YOU THINK OF THEM! DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS, PETS, OTHER RELATIVES?" "I was born to a Korean couple, which is pretty obvious. I am Korean, if you haven't noticed. My mom was Kyung-Soon, who would now be thirty one years old, until she... passed away. She was a kind, but rather shy lady, elegant and gentle. I loved her very much, and it affected my family greatly when she left us. My father, Haneul, who is now thirty four, adored my mother, and when she died, it was like a piece of him went with her. He often seems depressed, but he works hard and tries to seem happy in front of us. He is a kind, good-hearted man who I truly cherise. I have three brothers, Jae-Hwa being the oldest at eighteen. He loves sports, and does many. Jae-Hwa acts cool, but he truly is an annoying jerk at home, putting me in choke-holds and constantly trying to make me wrestle. Jae-Hwa can be pretty badass, though. Not very much, though. Then, there are my two younger brothers, Chung-Hee and Kang-Dae, both fifteen. They are fraternal twins, so they don't look alike, but were born on the same day. Chung-Hee tends to be rather social and a bit stupid, acting a lot like Jae-Hwa. Kang-Dae tends to be far more intelligent, but more shy, taking after me. We have quite a few cousins, uncles, and aunts, but they all live in Korea, so why mention them? We do have a dog, though. A German shepherd pup, name Sarangi." "OH, I SEE. WELL, WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME. WHY DON'T WE WRAP THIS UP WITH YOUR STORY? HOW DID YOU END UP IN PORTLAND, OREGON?" "...Might as well tell you. But I'm going to tell you my full complete history. Every little detail that I remember. I was born in Seoul, South Korea, but shortly after my birth we moved to New York. My parents are full Korean, and spoke very little English, so they naturally struggled in this new land. My father got a job as a computer engineer, while my mother stayed at home and took care of us. It was difficult for my parents, knowing no one and being surrounded by an unfamiliar language, but life went on. My parents began to learn more English, and began to teach my older brother by two years and myself English. We naturally caught on quicker, and easily passed our parents in learning a new language. Jae-Hwa, my older brother, was put into preschool and fit in well, except that none of the other preschoolers could pronounce his name. After a year of living in New York, my mother became pregnant once again, and had fraternal twins, becoming my younger brothers. Life began to get better, for my father got better income due to a raise, and my mother even began to work a bit as an Korean to English translator. Life was average. I fought with my younger siblings, was constantly sneak-attacking my older brother, etc. That was until my... my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was around eight, while my younger brothers were seven, and my older brother was ten. I and my younger siblings, Chung-Hee and Kang-Dae, didn't exactly know what was going on, but Jae-Hwa did. I often found him crying, which usually resulted in him throwing something at me and telling me to get out. My father was depressed and shocked, often simply staring at a wall. I was frightened and unsure, and didn't know what to think. A couple of years passed, and my mother began to get weaker and weaker. I was now ten, and I knew what was happening. I knew my mother was going to die. I spent most of my time with her, sometimes even skipping school (which she would weakly scold me for). I talked with my mother about every little thing, I told her every tiny detail of my day. I told her how I loved to sing and act, and what music I liked. She would always listen with a smile on her face. One day, I came in... into my mother's hospital room, and my father was there, along with brothers. Chung-Hee and Kang-Dae's faces were tear-stained, while Jae-Hwa sat quietly alone, his head low, which is highly uncommon for my arrogant brother. My dad was bent over my mother's body, clutching her hand, tears streaming from his face... my mother was dead. I didn't even get to say goodbye. Heh.... I lost my mother that day. Grief floated around the house, and Jae-Hwa, now a twelve year old, became terribly temperamental, and would often have fits of fury and run away. Chung-Hee and Kang-Dae were always together, often frightened, for they still were confused about what was happening. I was naturally heart-broken, and skipped school frequently. Then, something suddenly changed inside of me. Perhaps my mother's death affected my personality, changing me into the person I am now. I suddenly stopped skipping school, and began to study intensely, quickly gaining straight A's and being 'the smartest person' in class. I became less and less social, and people began to feel coldness coming from me. My life changed around me in slow-motion, the grief slowly rising, but still hanging in the attic. I began to sing and act more, I even took a singing class after school, along with a few acting lessons here and there. My family of males encouraged me to do well, even Jae-Hwa, who often liked to mess with me and embarrass me (which he still tries to do to this day). I slowly became better at the things I loved, and finally my singing teacher offer to enter me into a competition with his recommendation. I was unsure, so I went to my family with the offer. My young brothers wanted me to enter so they could ride in a limo if I won, and my dad, being a dad, encouraged me to do my best. Now, all I wanted was Jae-Hwa's approve. It took him awhile, but he finally put me in a choke-hold and told me I better win or he would kill me. And so, I entered the competition. The competition was for twelve to seventeen years old. I was around thirteen now, which means my older brother was fifteen and in his first year of high school. My younger siblings were now twelve, and cheering me on while bragging to their buddies. The prize that everyone was aiming for: five thousand dollars and a contract with a big company, providing training and a full album. I was nervous, like most of the people there. I was the third contestant, and when I went in front of the judges, I could tell they were displeased with the singers before me. I became even more nervous, and due to my young age, I was given more sympathy. The judges told me to calm down, and begin when I was ready. I took a few minutes to finally get my act together, and I began to sing. Smiles appeared on the judges faces, so I began to feel more relaxed, more calm, and sing better, with no quiver in my voice. As I finished, I heard the judges clap with genuine smiles. They then told me I was going onto the final round. I felt like...God, I guess. My family was thrilled, and I was shocked, but pleasantly surprised. I went onto the finally round, and competed against people older then me. I felt more and more scared as I found out how good everyone was. A few hours before the real compition started, we all went to visit my mother's grave. We left lilies, her favorite flowers, and sudden confidence flooded over me. I was ready to win. It was difficult, but I ended up in the final three. The other two finals were both older then me, and both had unique and special voices. I was the first to sing, I sung one of my mother's favorite songs, Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve. It was the first English song that she actually understood, and it became her favorite. I nailed the performance, and it seemed the other two finalist were even surprised. The judges seemed to like me. But, as the other two performed, I became less and less confident in my skills, for they were positively amazing with their stylish dances and amazing voices. As the time for judging came, I never thought I was going to win. Yet, I did. I won. A thirteen year old just won five thousand dollars and an album and training deal. Little did I know how difficult my life would get. Each day I left to go to school, I was attacked by fans. I was stunned. How did I become so popular overnight? It was difficult to go to school, so I did home-schooling with a computer. I began my training, which was difficult and stressful, but I finished it. I began my first album by the time I was fourteen, and finished it seven months before my fifteenth birthday. It was an instantly hit with most teenagers, for it held rock, hip hop, and rap, all in one album. I was New York was getting tiring though. It was hard for my father, for he constantly had to answer the door, only to be attacked by fans. Thus, we decided to move, only a week after I turned fifteen. We moved from place to place, first to Hawaii, then to Florida, then to California. All in one year. Now, I turned sixteen, and we moved to Portland. It's definitely one of the more rainy places that we have lived, but as people say here, "Rain is liquid sun." Which really makes no sense whatsoever. Fans don't know where we live now, so we hardly ever get fans attacking my family. I still have to wear sunglasses, hats, and scarfs, so people won't recognize me. I even have to wear that in school, which usually causes me to look more antisocial then I really am. Greeaattt. I guess there is another good thing that happened since we have moved here. I was offered to star in a movie that takes place in Oregon, so that can be considered good. And there is my life story. Happy?" ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE Setting: In the school courtyard, where a shy and stuttering girl, Kiyoko, meets a loud and energetic girl, Aki, who had a strange dream about her lunchbox. As the raven-haired girl bolted up and suddenly yelled, Kiyoko let out a little yelp of surprise, leaning back and falling backwards. Kiyoko laid on the grass, stunned and rather surprised. Lunch box? What? Kiyoko scrunched her eyebrows, and turned her head every so slightly. A lunch box came into sight, and Kiyoko simply stared at it for a minute. Eh..... Ah........ AHHH! She got it now! Giving out a small giggle, Kiyoko rose from the ground, a cheerful smile on her lips. Another giggle escaped her lips, as Kiyoko held a hand up to her mouth and continued to giggle. What a funny girl! She seemed nice, though. At least, Kiyoko hoped she was nice. As Kiyoko's giggling faded, awkwardness set in. Kiyoko blushed brightly from embarrassment, and looked down at the ground, suddenly seeming quite shy and nervous. As the girl explained the random yelling, Kiyoko let out another small giggle, her odd colored eyes cheerful but still holding hints of disconcertion. "I-I se-e. N-No n-nee-ed t-to-o a-a-polog-gize-e. I-It's m-my f-f-fault-t, I-I s-s-sur-rpris-sed-d y-y-you. S-Sorry-y...." Kiyoko gave a deep nod, her eyes meeting with the black-haired female's, before darting off to the ground once more. "P-Pleasure to m-m-meet you-u, M-Miyaz-zaki-san-n. I-I'm-m F-Fujomoto Kiyoko, First year-r." Kiyoko gave a brightly smile, and gave a small nod before she became embarrassed once again, looking down at the grassy ground. She plucked at the grass nervously, unsure of what to do next. They greeted each other, but what was next? They were supposed to 'get to know each other', right? Kiyoko glanced up at the girl before her with her light orange eyes. She had dark black hair and grey eyes, a true Japanese beauty with a foreign twist. She was taller then Kiyoko, but that was normal, since Kiyoko was on the short side. Kiyoko gave a petite smile, and continued to look at anything, except for the girl's eyes. Kiyoko was often looked at strangely, due to her naturally pale orange hair and odd eyes. People always asked if it was real, and the answer was always the same. Out of curiosity, Kiyoko suddenly asked, a light curious look in her pale eyes. "U-Umm-m.... d-do you a-always-s-s h-h-have-e dreams like t-t-that-t? I-I d-do-o.... s-s-sometimes-s-s." Ok, fifty percent of the time..... Twenty percent of the time..... Ten percent of the time.... five percent, no less! Kiyoko shook her head, a delicate and polite smile rising on her lips. "Not at a-all. I-I-I'm-m t-t-the-e o-one-e who-o approached-d-d y-y-you, a-a-after-r-r a-al-ll." Kiyoko did approach the female, so it wasn't rude at all to be eating. "Thank you, Miyazaki-i-san-n." Kiyoko gave a small nod, along with a shy smile. It was not unusual for someone to like her eyes, but most people saw her as a rarity, almost like a close to extinct animal. They were a rather weird color, but even her mother and father had strange eyes. So, the result was a strange-eyed child. As Aki asked the next question, Kiyoko gave another smile. Another rather common question. Her eyes were natural, but most people thought she was lying, just so she could get attention. "Y-Yes, I w-was-s bor-rn w-w-wit-th th-h-hese-e e-eyes-s. S-S-Strange-e-e c-c-colored-d eyes-s run-n i-in-n the-e family, you s-see. I-I.... l-like you're-e e-e-eyes-s b-better." Kiyoko continued to look down, to embarrassed to look up. Kiyoko did like her eyes. Silver was such a smooth and calm color, after all. While orange was wild and loud. "B-B-By-y the-e w-w-way.... h-h-have-e y-y-you-u s-s-een a schedule or m-m-map-p around-d he-e-ere? I-I'm-m new-w he-ere..." WOOF, TWO YEARS, It was an ad on a website, I just can't remember which one >.< , MOD EDIT |
